#Sero POV

[serosluv2]

Been finding hella sero blurbs lately so … I’m feeling the writting ick….

Wip

Sero is the guy in ur friend group that ur bf HATES!

No matter the backstory: you and sero have been besties since to dawn of time, always knew eachother in passing and jus occasionally hang or maybe ur friend group merged w another bc someone is dating someone.

Either way. He is at every function. The sweetest guy to you during the day and in the night. Buys just you two shots sometimes. “Lends” you a gram or two. He even does more simple things! Ask you to pick him up, walk him to the bus, “just got done w class, hungry?” Texts and “gang this episode is fire asf u gotta come fin it w me”

And your boyfriend of 5-7 months HATESSS HIMMM.

He hates that he is always there for you, he hates that you go to him when you guys get into a fight or he does something or wtv. Hates that you guys seem so connected on every level. Hates that you get his weird references that no one else in the group gets. Hates that everyone loves him.

But what he rlly hates is how he looks at you. Your boyfriend doesn’t come out with you often or… ever. But every now and then he’ll show up underdressed with you by his side. He’s talking to the other boyfriends of your friends who were dragged out tonight, letting you do wtv until- he sees you and sero by the bar.

That fuckimg skirt is too short and he told you to change. “No baby you’re being weird and dramatic! No one even looks at me like that chill out!” But sero does. And he knew-

[stargirlygirl]

their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter eleven: i wanna build a nest, suki!

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — fluff, nsfw, hot tub sex, p in v, degradation/name-calling, katsuki's mean (and rutting), you're in heat, smau + fic, 5k words

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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + credit due to that one shoto, izu, kat, kiri poly afab-reader fic i read where they give her courting gifts (ramen, rubiks cube, waist chains and a wedding headdress) and she invites them into her nest; i read it like months ago and i have no idea who wrote it or where to find it

smau underneath fic

The next morning, you wake up alone in Katsuki’s bed to the savoury scent of fried salmon. After freshening up, you skip into the kitchen. If the lapping tongues of that delicious smell weren’t enough, Katsuki’s standing over the stove, flipping the salmon. Your mouth waters seeing his ripped muscles through the sleeveless compression shirt he’s wearing.

You tiptoe up behind him and poke his solid bicep, earning you a glare and a growl before your angry blond realises it’s just you. He grumbles about not sneaking up on him as you giggle and hug him from behind, telling him you missed waking up with him this morning.

You press your cheek against the rippling contours of his back, sighing and moulding to his figure. You hum happily as you feel his muscles flex and relax beneath your touch with his movements. He grunts at you to get off him, but you shake your head and press your forehead between his shoulder blades.

Sighing, your alpha drags you back and forth across the kitchen, your arms firm around his torso. He’s all grumpy about your affection, chastising you for being so cuddly and slowing him down. You tune out his complaining, content to hold him.

Finally, you ease your hold on him, your hands coming to rest on his slutty hips. You shift to the side and look at him as he plates the salmon and pours the miso soup into bowls.

“Katsuki,” you whine.

He grunts, “What?”

You latch onto his forearm and tug on it playfully, saying in a sing-song voice, “I wanna build a nest, Suki!” Your alpha’s crimson eyes widen as he stares down at you.

He mutters, “You what?”

You tug on his forearm again as you repeat, “I wanna build a nest, Suki!” He licks his suddenly dry lips and places the empty soup pot on the stove.

“Just…” He starts. He turns away from you, red snaking up the back of his neck as he grabs the plates and bowls. You pick up the remaining few and help him carry them to the kitchen table.

“Suki,” you whine. “Will you come see my nest once it’s finished?” You gaze up at him with puppy eyes and a sweet grin, hoping he’ll say “Yes”.

Katsuki avoids looking at you and grunts out, “Sure.”

After breakfast, you go to each of your alpha’s rooms to grab some clothes for your nest. Eijiro loads up your arms with his hoodies and shirts when you tell him you’re going to build a nest; Hanta warns you not to take from the pile of dirty clothes on the floor; Denki gives you a few (fairly clean) graphic tees and sweaters; and Katsuki grumbles about having to share his wardrobe before sending you back to your room empty-handed. Instead, he dumps a pile of all your favourite clothes of his on your bed.

You spend most of the day building your nest, then taking it apart and re-arranging it until you’re happy with it. Late in the afternoon, you slip out of your room and chow down some of last night’s leftovers. Only Hanta is home, so he gets to see your nest first.

You knock on his door and slide it open, finding him mid-video game. He doesn’t notice you come in, too focused on yelling his frustrations into his headset. You come up beside him and tap his shoulder. Feeling your touch, he gives you his immediate attention.

After pausing his game, you take his hand and lead him to your room. Opening the door, your sweet scent flows out in waves. It’s so overpowering that Hanta’s feet are bound to their place on the wooden floor. With a tug of his arm, you guide him inside to your nest.

It’s large enough for all four of you to fit and arranged by scents. The right corner closest to you is Hanta’s section. You step into your nest and pull him in with you. He looks around your nest with wide eyes. When you sit down in his part, he looks down at you and chuckles nervously.

You pout, “Do you like it?” He hums and sits down with you. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and presses you into his side. The feeling of his body against yours makes you purr in contentment.

He softly kisses the top of your head and says, “Love it, babe. You did a really good job.” You hum and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. Your purr ignites his own as you two hold each other. The vibrations from your chests dissolve the tension in Hanta’s shoulders and jaw. They help him relax and make you feel safe in his arms. You two stay like that until a knock at your door makes you sit up, alert.

Your purring stops and your eyes are wide as you stare at the intruder. You exhale a sigh of relief as you see it’s just Denki.

Your sunshine boy rubs the back of his neck, stuttering, “Uh, a-am I interrupting something?” As you say “No”, Hanta says “Yes”. You gaze at your black-haired alpha for a moment and laugh cheerily before motioning for your blond to join you. Denki comes to the edge of your nest and looks at it with his mouth half-open, the corners of his lips upturned.

You ask, “D’you like it, babe?”

He says nervously, “Y-yea, honey, it looks really good.” You hum as your brows furrow. You stand up and come over to him, your bodies separated by the low barrier of your nest. You cup his cheeks and draw his forehead down to yours. As you touch, it’s like electricity pulses through you.

You murmur, “Why’re you so nervous?” He chuckles shortly, his breath fanning your lips. His long fingers wrap around your wrists and squeeze them gently.

“You’re so cool, mama,” he says lowly. You giggle and gently kiss his lips. Your hands slide down his neck and grip his shoulders. As you pull back, you tug him into your nest. You sit back down next to Hanta and watch as Denki’s golden eyes trail across the different parts of your nest.

Smiling, you pull gently on the leg of his pants, encouraging him to join you. He sits in his area next to Hanta’s at the front. You shift to the invisible boundary separating the two zones and look at your alphas expectantly.

Hanta chuckles and wraps his arms back around your shoulders. You gaze at Denki, who stares at the two of you. You pat your lap, and he giggles, laying down with the side of his head on your thighs, hands stroking your legs.

You pout and tell Denki to behave, but he nibbles on your inner thigh. As your flesh rolls out from his teeth, he kisses the little red spot tenderly, making you gasp.

Not long after Denki joined you and Hanta, Eijiro comes home and finds you all cuddling.

Stepping into your room, he gasps and exclaims, “Wow baby, this looks great!”

You giggle and tell him to get in. He leaves his slippers at the door and steps over Denki’s legs, acquainting himself with the layout of your nest.

Your redhead praises you, “You did such a good job, baby. It looks really good.” You hum and purr as he finds his corner and strokes your back. You tilt your head back to look up into his eyes. He pecks your lips and continues rubbing your back while Hanta rests his head on yours. You giggle gleefully, ecstatic to share your nest with your alphas.

For the next little while, you all chat away. The sun has dipped low in the sky, its final embers floating through the window. Shadows lurk in the shallows of your room and the dips and curves of your bodies. You’re lying across Eijiro and Denki’s laps when the overhead lights flick on. You wince and groan, blinking your eyes rapidly to adjust to the warm lighting. Gazing at the door, your angry blond has his arms folded across his chest, scowling as he stares you down.

You giggle, “Hi Sukiiii. D’you wanna join us?”

He scoffs, “It’s eight o’clock. Have you made dinner?” You shake your head. Eijiro chuckles, and the comforting sound draws your eyes up to his sharp jawline.

Your redhead says, “You can take my spot. I’ll work on dinner.” His offer makes you pout.

“But Eiji,” you whine. You sit up and throw your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck and breathing in his musk. You can feel his laughter in his chest reverberating against yours. Your redhead nudges you, causing you to pull back and look at him. He reassures you that you’ll be okay before setting you down and getting up. You watch with pouty lips as he leaves your room.

Tch. Katsuki comes over to the edge of your nest, gazing at you sharply. You nod and pat the space behind you; his corner. Grumbling, your alpha steps in and eyes the other two. You can almost see his gears turning as he looks around your nest, his nose wrinkling in the cutest way (like a bunny) as he sifts through the different scents. At last, your angry blond finds his corner and sits down a short distance away.

You squeal in excitement and surprise as Denki’s lean arms encircle your waist, lift you, and place you in his lap. The warmth of his chest seeps through his shirt and into your back. You sigh and relax into his touch before tilting your head back and pecking his jaw.

Hanta complains, “Hey! Leave some for me, too.” He shuffles over to you two and sits on his haunches in front of you. His large hands grasp your knees and squeeze them, making you giggle. You reach out and caress his forearms, your hands travelling up and over his elbows and upper arms as he leans forward. His hands slide up your thighs, slightly pushing up your micro-shorts. Those long digits press into your hips as Hanta’s lips press to yours. You moan into his mouth as you grip his shoulders.

You mewl as you feel Denki’s hand slip from your waist down to the waistband of your shorts. You squeeze his forearm as you whine, Hanta’s spit spilling over the confines of your lips and onto your chin. Denki’s hand dips and cups your heat, his fingertips pressing into the growing wet patch on your panties. You pull back from Hanta’s consuming kiss and whine as you gaze back at Denki.

“Kami,” you whine breathlessly. Denki’s eyes widen at your nickname for him, and his heart misses a beat or two. He chuckles nervously as he wipes the saliva from your lips and chin.

You continue, “Don’t make this harder f’me.” His brow creases as he thinks over your words, his devious hand shifting up to cup your lower tummy while his nose nuzzles your shoulder. He hums and trails his hand back up to your waist, giving the fat there a squeeze. You gently kiss his temple before resting your head against his.

The room is quiet for a few minutes before you wriggle in Denki’s arms and say, “I better go help Eiji with dinner.” Hanta and Denki immediately protest, claiming that their omega shouldn’t lift a finger while in pre-heat. Such earns a laugh from you as they scamper off to the kitchen, determined to make dinner so you don’t have to.

Katsuki grumbles low, “Finally.” You gaze at him, your head tilted adorably in confusion. “We’re alone,” he grunts. You hum and crawl over to him. His eyes take in your frame hungrily as you reach him. Your hands come to his shoulders and press them back.

“What d’you want?” He mutters. You push his unmoving shoulders back with more force and climb on his lap.

“I wanna lay down with you,” you say, grinning. Your alpha grumbles as he draws you into his arms, laying back with your body on his. Your arms wrap around his neck while your side presses against his pecs. Katsuki grabs one of the blankets strewn about your nest and drapes it over the two of you, keeping you nice and cosy. You sigh and purr, and he does the same, a rare soft look on his face as he stares at you.

You two cuddle until the boys peek in and let you know that dinner is ready.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

By the end of the week, you’re restless. Katsuki has been avoiding you for days, worsening your pre-heat. And this morning after breakfast, you feel it fully hit you.

You’re stalking down the hall to your angry blond’s room when your temperature soars. You stop, swooning and holding onto the nearby wall to steady yourself. The air has been knocked out of your lungs. Your skin is alight, crackling, aching, and burning like a chicken in a fan-forced oven. His scent lingers in the air. It’s so delicious that you could lick it off your fingers. Just inhaling such sweet-smokiness has you sliding down the wall.

You’re a crumpled mess on the floor as you look around the hallway with wide eyes, searching for any sign of the man you’re so desperate for. Somehow, you find the will to stand back up, albeit with shaky knees. You stumble down the hall and latch onto Katsuki’s door. You pry it open in a fit and find his room empty. The pure concentration of his scent is enough to have your head spinning. You whine as you fumble the door shut, sniffing the air like a dog.

You catch his musk further down the hall and follow it to an ajar door. You slip in, oblivious to the sound of running water. Before you: a sight that could have you on your knees, begging for the sweetest mercy. You take a deep breath in, instantly regretting it as Katsuki’s scent sears your lungs.

The golden sunlight filters into the room, illuminating your alpha sitting in the hot tub with his arms spread out on the edges and eyes closed. He looks so peaceful… and bare. You drool as your gaze dips to the fuzzy skin beneath the bubbling water’s surface. You just stand there, glued to your spot near the door, staring at him. Your head throbs the longer your eyes linger on him, and the steam from the tub doesn’t help.

You stutter, “S-suki.” You lick your lips as his eyes snap open, finding you immediately. Your throat goes dry at the angry look he gives you. But there’s something else in his gaze. A kind of hunger. Something carnal. Something you’ve come to know well. His full lips harden as that familiar crease in his brow returns.

“WHAT?” He grunts. You can’t stop your feet from moving as they step towards him. Your breathing has become so laboured, and everything but him blurs. All you can focus on is your alpha. Your knee hits the side of the tub, causing you to stumble and reach out, grabbing the edge to steady yourself.

“THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, BRAT?!” He yells at you. You whine his name for you as you shakily push yourself back up to standing.

“DON’T COME NEAR ME!” Your alpha bellows as he shifts away from you. You can feel tears prickle at your eyes, seeing his zealous attempts to avoid you.

“Suki I just,” you start but you wobble and fall forward. Luckily, you catch yourself on the side of the tub again. You whine as you sit down on the edge, feeling your sticky panties shift and press uncomfortably to your cunt.

You whisper whilst looking at your lap, “I miss you.” You can feel the sadness swelling in your throat as the tears spill over.

Your voice shakes as you say, “P-please d-don’t push m-me aw-away.” You choke on your sobs while wiping your eyes on your inner forearm.

For the next few, you sit there and cry. This heat has your emotions everywhere. And your alpha’s blatant rejection is intensifying it. You’re overcome by this odd mix of pain and need, sadness and arousal. Slick oozes from your pussy while tears flood your eyes. You don’t register the lapping of the water as Katsuki shifts back to his original spot.

He grumbles, “Stop crying for fuck’s sake. Just get the fuck outta ‘ere.” You shake your head vigorously, face still in your hands.

You choke out, “N-no! I l-love you, S-Suki.” Your alpha’s jaw slackens as he stares at your shuddering, sobbing frame. Those crimson eyes drill holes into you while your words repeat in his mind.

You look up from your hands and return Katsuki’s gaze. You can barely see him with all of these tears in your eyes. His figure is cloudy and muddled until you blink them away, thick streams staining your cheeks like silvery snail trails. You force yourself to stand back up. You grab the hem of your alpha’s muscle tee and pull it over your head.

Katsuki groans as he stares at your half-naked frame, “Don’t take your clothes off, fuckin’ hell. I TOLD YOU TO GO.” You shake your head, sniffling as you bend and slip your shorts off. All that’s left now is your panties.

As your fingers wrap around the lacy fabric, your alpha yells, “GET THE FUCK OUTTA ‘ERE BRAT UNLESS YOU WANNA GET FUCKED!” You pull your panties down your legs and step over them, stumbling over to the hot tub.

Gripping the edge, you whine, “Of course, that’s what I want.” You manage to get one leg over the edge but trip on the second. Katsuki catches you with ease, his strong, scarred arms wrapped around your shaking frame as he sits you two down.

You moan in his grip and throw your arms around his neck, climbing onto his lap. You gasp as his hard cock presses against your slicked-up cunt. Your wide eyes find his narrowed ones while his wet palms caress your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

The water is so warm. You feel like you’re being boiled alive with the way it slaps against your sweaty skin.

Sniffling, you choke out, “I-I’ve been wa-wanting you-you a-all week.” You lean down and press your salty lips to his, moaning as his large hand grips the back of your neck and angles you just the way he likes it.

You’re consumed by his kiss, by the feeling of his solid chest against your much softer one. His teeth bite on your lower lip, making you gasp before he sucks on it. Moans fall from your mouth as he bullies his tongue in, swirling it with yours. Saliva drips from your lips by the time he pulls back.

He groans low, “I know. I’ve been wanting you too, love.” Again, you’re caught in his rough kiss and crushing hold. He squeezes you so tight it’s like you’re about to disappear while he sucks on your tongue.

Once your lips are swollen enough, Katsuki trails kisses and harsh bites down your neck and collarbones. He’s so fucking mean with the harsh purple bruises he leaves on your skin. No spot is safe from his assault. Not even the fat of your tits is safe from his sharp canines. You cry out as he nips on the delicate flesh, rolling the skin between his teeth. You tug at his roots, pulling him off your breast.

You stutter, “It h-hurts, Suki.”

He growls, “Deal with it, you fuckin’ slut.” You moan hearing his words while arousal drips from your hole onto his cock.

He chuckles into your skin, “You like that? ‘Course you do, brat.” He kisses down the valley of your breasts before kissing each one tenderly. You moan as he latches onto your nipple. His mouth is as hot as you are. You whine as his tongue rolls over the sensitive peak.

The mewls escaping your lips become louder as he sucks harder. He pulls off your nipple, a string of spit connecting his lips to your delicate nub. It snaps as he gazes down briefly, gripping your waist harshly.

Katsuki lifts you off him and places you next to him. He stands up and wraps his arms around you.

He grunts as he manhandles you, “Bend over for me, you little slut. Just like that, good girl.” You whimper as Katsuki bends you over the side of the hot tub. Your chest is pressed flat against the extended side, and you shiver as the cold air gnaws on your flushed skin. You’re so exposed, everything on display for your alpha in this position.

You whine his name as his palm makes contact with your ass cheek. Slap!

You whimper, “What was that for?” You squeal as he slaps your ass again, harder this time.

He chuckles derisively, “Felt like it, doll.” He grips your hips and pushes you forward, grunting, “Let’s have a look, baby. What do we have ‘ere?” You shiver, feeling his hot breath against your sopping cunt. Slick dribbles from your folds, leaking down your inner thighs. His palms grip underneath your ass cheeks, thumbs spreading them apart so he can get a better look at you. You moan loudly as he spits on your pussy.

No warning, his tongue dips between your folds. You lurch forward, gasping and mewling at how fucking good his searing tongue feelings on your heat. Katsuki grabs the tops of your thighs and brings you back to his eager mouth. He laps at your sweet syrup like it’s the nectar of the gods (because to him, it is). You shudder and moan as the tip of his tongue flicks the underside of your clit.

You mewl, “Fuck, Suki! ‘M sensitive there—Fuck!” His fingers pull your slimy folds apart while his lips wrap around your clit. He sucks on the sensitive bundle, making you whine his name. Your thighs shake as he does the most unholy things to your pussy with his mouth and fingers. You swear you’re in heaven with the way he sends pleasure shuddering up your body, tearing the filthiest moans from you.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ soaked for me, eh?” He grunts while smacking your ass. The ripple of your fat makes you moan loudly. Katsuki doesn’t give you any time to adjust when he plunges two fingers into your hole, fucking you hard and deep with them. You push yourself up slightly, but your alpha doesn’t like that. His large palm presses your upper back down and holds you there while he fingers you.

He chuckles, “Not even on my cock yet n’ you’re this loud? Such a good slut for me, aren’t cha?” You moan louder as more slick gushes from your pussy, dripping down his already-soaked fingers. He draws them out of you and holds them up to a beam of light to see your sticky juices glimmering.

Smirking, your alpha’s hand slides from your upper back to your shoulder and semi-pulls you up while his slick-soaked fingers force themselves into your mouth. You gag on his long digits as they hit the back of your throat.

He groans, “Taste it, omega.” Your hand grasps his wrist as you suck on his fingers, bobbing your head much to his satisfaction. At last, he pulls them out of your mouth and rests his fingertips on your pouty lips.

You whisper, “Baby, please.” Katsuki wrenches you up to standing and presses you into him. You moan as his leaky cock hits your lower back. One of your hands grabs his toned thigh while the other holds his forearm. You tilt your head back to gaze up at your alpha. His mouth is instantly on yours again, stealing what little air you have left in your lungs.

Pulling back, he groans, “What? Tell me what you want, omega.” His hand slides to your jaw, long fingers pressing hard into the soft flesh and bone. He anchors your head back further, making your back arch.

He says on your lips, “Tell me what you fucking want, pretty girl.” The pressure of his hold makes your lips pout like a fish.

You whine, “You, Suki! You!”

He laughs bitterly, “Obviously.” He squishes your cheeks even more while his other hand dips between your thighs. His fingers circle your clit, making you moan.

Your words are muffled as you say, “Please! Please, Suki. Fuck me.” He lets go of your jaw and grabs your tit.

Squeezing it, he grunts, “What was that, slut?”

You mewl, “Please fuck me, Suki!” Your alpha palms your heat as the other strokes his painful erection. You moan so fucking loudly as he slaps the tip against your hole. You plead for him to put it in you, to fuck you, but he ignores you.

Instead, Katsuki pushes his cock through your folds and draws it back, over and over again. His pre-cum intertwines with your slick and his length spreads it all over your drippy cunt.

You’re close to tears as you cry out, “Please, Suki! Please! Please, fuck me! Please! I’ll take it, baby, I promise. Just please—” You scream as he forces his cock into your hole and drives it all the way, giving you no time to stretch.

Tears well in your eyes as he hooks his arm around yours, forcing them behind your back and thrusting into you mercilessly. You’re a whimpering mess as his hips snap against yours, his tip finding that perfect spot every time.

“Fuck,” he grunts in your ear. “So fuckin’ tight n’ wet f’me, doll.” You moan as his fingers rub your clit faster. Your legs are shaking with the sheer force of your alpha’s thrusts.

“So deep, Suki—Fuck! You’re so fucking deep, baby,” you mewl. You feel surrounded by him, by the pleasure he has coiling in the pit of your tummy. He lets go of your arms in exchange for wrapping his across your chest, fingers digging into your shoulder. Your tits bounce against his skin as he fucks you even harder.

The squelching of your tight hole around his hard length screeches over that of the bubbling water jets. But you’re even louder. Your moans echo off the tiles and ricochet in Katsuki’s mind. He’s busy ingraining your delectable whimpers in his mind for years to come.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he rasps. You tilt your head back, and your alpha kisses you passionately. Tears stream down your cheeks and trickle across your lips as your tongues intertwine. You pull back, panting and sniffling. You whimper as his pre-cum leaks into your pussy, the fucked out look on your face doing something unfathomable to Katsuki.

Your knees weaken as your clit burns from his rubbing. His arm presses harder into your chest, drawing you back even further into him so you don’t slip. You babble mindlessly as your alpha fucks you closer to your orgasm. That knot in your stomach tightens and tightens.

Katsuki’s teeth ferociously attack the side of your neck as you scream, “I’m cumming, Suki! I’m cumming!”

Finally, he bites down just below your jaw as you drown in pleasure.

You scream out, your back arching beautifully and pussy clenching so fucking tight around Katsuki’s girth as you cum all over him. Your body spasms as the sensations ripple throughout you, his hips rutting into you and fucking you through your climax. You feel so high right now. Nothing can compare to the pleasure sparking and stinging your body. Your senses are drowned out by the waves you’re riding.

Your alpha’s hot seed shoots into you. It is so thick it burns your insides in the most delicious way possible. You grind on his knot, screaming and crying as he cums in you. You swear he’s pouring it into your fucking guts with how deep he is and full you are of his cream.

He pulls off your neck, blood coating his teeth and dripping down your clammy skin. Unable to hold yourself up anymore, you slump forward in his arms. You hear sloshing as Katsuki shifts forward, catching your body. He pulls you right back into him, his arms tight around your tensing frame. His tongue licks your fresh mark, intoxicated by the metallic taste.

Katsuki’s so fucking drunk right now on you. Your blood, your pussy, your dirty moans and screams, the way your orgasm still shudders through you. He feels so blessed to have you as his mate. To see your drop-dead gorgeous body glowing in the hazy afternoon light, soaked with sweat and slick.

You whimper tiredly, “Love you, Suki. I love you so much—”

“I know, love,” he grunts low. You melt into his warm body. You whimper as his cock twitches in you, feeling his cum squishing your walls.

You whisper, “I’ll love you forever, Su—”

“Fuck, baby. I know, okay?” He grumbles against your ear. “I know.” He squeezes you in his arms and peppers your cheek with kisses until you tilt your head back. He captures your lips in such a tender kiss. You can feel his slowing heartbeat thumping against your back, mirroring your own.

He pulls back and softly kisses your brow and then your nose and eyelids, making you giggle. His calloused palms rub your arms as he pecks your lips and then your chin. He starts purring, and you purr with him, feeling so content.

Even if he can’t say it (yet), you know that Katsuki loves you. He loves you so fucking much. You can feel it in the vibrations of his chest, in his delicate kisses on your jaw and neck.

Smiling, you whisper into his messy locks, “I love you.”

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[k4tsuki4th3win]

pov katsuki getting a tongue piercing

he really only got it cause you and the group (kaminari, mina, sero, and eijiro ) were hanging out and you teasingly recommended it.

since he always poked his tongue out in photos or when anyone made a teasing comment.

so there you were just you two at the tattoo shop, you were at on a bench as Katsuki sat arms crossed as he waited for the piercer to finish setting up.

“ you nervous? “ you teased, just barely noticing the vein that popped out in the side of his forehead.

“ tch. . I don’t get nervous, dumbass “

he finally shifted in his seat as the piercer came in.

It was over in minutes, the piercer talking Katsuki through it even though he told him not to treat him like some ‘ loser whiney baby ‘ he could handle a little needle.

there was only a twitch in his eyebrow as the needle shoved through and the jewelry was quickly added.

once it was all over he walked to the mirror and stuck his tongue out.

you hated to admit it but this made him even more attractive.

[class1akids]

How utilised/underutilised do you think each member of 1A was?

There is not a single character who I think is 100% well utilized and Class A was absolutely shafted in the Final War as an ensemble. All Might usurping their "team effort" into a mecha suit was easily one of the worst decisions the manga could have made. But I can give you a quick run-down on how well I think they were used in order:

Bakugou: Plus - decent character development, some great fight utilization, lots of POV. Minus - became too Deku-centered, which weakened his team narrative.

Shoto: Plus - great own arc, great relationships, good quirk development, good character development. Minus - he needed better fight highlights, not enough POV especially on his victimhood, story waffled the ending of his major relationships

Deku: Plus - very strong start, good fights, lots of strong relationships Minus - no POV, failed theme in Act 3, author lost interest in him clearly

Iida: Plus - very consistent on the themes he represents. Minus - weak connection to main plot, total lack of good fight scenes

Kirishima: Plus - solid arc and fights scenes Minus - sidelined in act 3 and badly utilized in the final arc

Momo: Plus - well utilized until PLF War Minus - sidelined in Act 3

Jirou: Plus - nice little arc, interesting extra hobby tied into the main theme of saving, decent endgame highlight Minus - didn't get enough role in the early story

Tokoyami: Plus - great fight scenes and role, potentially interesting mentor -student relationship - Minus - next to no character work

Uraraka: she was weirdly overused and underused at the same time. A lot of bloated scenes, flip-flopping themes. I found her really irritating pretty much every arc after the sport festival.

Basically, the rest of the class was completely and utterly underused/misused. Without any particular order:

Shoji: the main face of a last-minute mutant arc that had no real build-up. The way Hori used him in the epilogue was also very dishonest

Aoyama: the traitor arc was one of the biggest disappointments of the entire manga. His endgame was mostly treated like a gag. It also highlighted the double standards when it comes to crimes committed by heroes vs crimes by villains.

Kaminari: reduced to a gag character, biggest achievement is one-time lightning rod

Sero: his ability was made redundant by Deku's blackwhip, his big highlight was a stupid speech to AFO and an unearned / unbuilt moment with Shoto.

Mina: she was used to further Kirishima's character and that's about it. Her highlight came too late and felt forced.

Hagakure: objectified the entire time.

Asui: great design and abilities wasted on being Uraraka's sidekick and then the "friendship" completely thrown out the window for Toga.

Ojirou: did he do anything?

Satou: might as well not show up...

Kouda: cool quirk that is used the worst possible way

Mineta: too much panel time for a sex offender.

[whtepony]

𝘼𝘾𝙌𝙐𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 - k.b (pt.3)

ft. bakugo x fem reader

warnings: weed usage (stoner sero is SO important to me. i love him dearly)

notes: jealous katsuki and kiri being a good friend awww 🫶🏻 bffs (4+8 are katsuki’s pov)

need to smoke w hanta so bad… coping hard rn. pt 4 here

tags: @k0z3me @colorful-happy-shit @x3rox @vanillawurld @solecitoszn

[miyamoratsumuu]

THE BROS 💪🏻

aka katsuki's group of fighters ‼️

katsuki bakugou ➢ drummer for the band NEOS ➢ is (to denki's dismay), the most popular member of the band ➢ he was extremely upset when the character limit for a username was too low for great explosion murder god dynamight ➢ rarely rarely uses his twitter account except to announce a gig/concert, a new album, or a new song of the band's

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

eijiro kirishima ➢ is the band's PR! he and mina work side by side to get the band as much engagement from fans as possible ➢ he sometimes jokes that the slips of the band aren't his responsibility but he knows it is cause he loves them ➢ considered as the dad of the band! ➢ he tries to get katsuki to use his socials more to be moe open to fans but all his efforts went dimissed (so far)

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mina ashido ➢ she's the fav manager of the team! she mostly takes care of their schedules, and every business inquiry for the band goes through her first ➢ seeing as kirishima's considered as the dad, mina's of course the "mom" of the band! ➢ she and y/n know each other due to y/n being the one to make the website for the band's first anniversary merch launch! ➢ often the peacemaker within the group whenever kiri's not around

hanta sero ➢ NEOS' bassist! ➢ is mostly a pretty laid back guy, except when playful arguments happen in the gc. he constantly switches sides in the middle of arguments just to turn sparks into a flame. ➢ on the sidelines whenever the band doesn't have practice or a concert, he draws! he's a very very good artist both in drawing and music ➢ he and jiro are the two members of the band that gets in the least trouble

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kyoka jiro ➢the band's main vocalist! she plays guitar as well, whenever it's needed of her ➢ yes, she and denki are lovers ➢ she acts pissed whenever people take denki's bio seriously but in truth she loves it so so much (the fact that people are aware he's hers is very very endearing to her) ➢ takes pride in being the second most followed member in the band

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denki kaminari ➢ the one and not only guitarist of NEOS! ➢ flirts with jiro on main. a. lot. the rest of the band is sick of it while fans go crazy about it ➢ he asked jiro out during one of their concerts, right after playing the song he wrote specifically for her, he spilled his heart out to her (apparently to the audience to because it was the talk of the town (country) for months) ➢ he genuinely got so giggly and blushy when he found out jiro received dm's from fans whenever they spotted him out in public

➢ all texts in light mode are from katsuki's pov!!! ➢ yes, kiri's the only one with a contact picture on bakugou's phone. he claimed he was the only one he tolerated (that isn't going to last long now) ➢ he actually had a contact picture for jiro back then (bcs he tolerated her too apparently) but removed it when she and denki started dating ➢ he didn't want kaminari to think that bakugou saw jiro as someone special to him bcs he had a contact pic for her

PUSH AND PULL masterlist 〣 mha masterlist

[mtchee]

Silence is Silver, Your Voice is Gold - [Tenya Iida] SOULMATE SERIES | GN

blurb:

Your spitfire attitude is a stark contrast to your sister Ochaco, but that doesn't stop you two from having each other's backs. Through your gruff exterior, Ochaco knows you're well meaning and understanding--even when you tend to snap back. That's why it baffles her when you become dead silent after you're scolded by class 1A's class president, Iida, for an outburst in class. When usually you'd scoff at him, you'd reeled back and sat in your seat. But now... you won't talk at all.

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, Ochaco is your twin, fighter not a lover to lover AND a fighter, i love writing character/reader siblings its so fun, [name] is actually rather anxious, tsundere but not the annoying kind, Iida is an understanding sweetheart, protective Ochaco!, onesided (but not really) admiration

| masterlist | boku no hero academia collection |

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Ochaco was worried about you.

Between the two of you, you've always been more of the fighter. Her sweet nature contrasts starkly to your own spitfire attitude. Although you were rough, you always took care of her, and in turn, she's always had your back.

Through thick and thin since your very birth, you stuck to each other like glue. Eventually, her more outgoing nature prompted you to give her a nudge, to let her bloom on her own.

While she nervously went out of her way to chat with a few others on your first day at U.A, you stuck to the back and kept quiet.

You made quick friends with Kirishima and Jirou, sometimes rough housing with the former and taking the time to chill with the latter. You never went out of your way to really talk to anyone else, though you had decent enough manners to reply if someone did want to talk.

You weren't a jerk without reason.

You didn't really talk to Ochaco's friend group, but you would nod a curt greeting to them in passing.

The class learnt you were a bit snappy, though not quite to Bakugo's extent. Ochaco sweatdropped when you first got into a verbal battle with him, and it just went on and on and on...

Aizawa had to separate you in the end.

Lately though, you've been more quiet.

Scarily so.

Sure, she knew you weren't the talkative type, but you were never one to hold your tongue either. So when Bakugo barked at you one day during training and you shrugged him off, she panicked.

Then you guys moved into the dorms, and the only time she seemed to hear you speak was when you two were alone.

The last time she witnessed your fire was three weeks ago, when Bakugo had provoked in the middle of Japanese Literature, where you'd unintentionally interrupted the class to bite back at him before Iida scolded you in front of everyone.

Ochaco doesn't really remember what he said, but Iida had never been the harsh type. Stern, yes, but never mean. And you weren't someone who would take it to heart anyway, usually dismissing anyone who'd tell you off.

But, maybe he did strike a nerve...?

"Move it, hardass," Bakugo shoulders past you purposefully, throwing you a challenging sneer meant to rile you up. He narrows his eyes and huffs boredly when you only scoff and glare at him in return.

Ochaco shares a worried look with Kirishima at your lack of reaction and, unbeknownst to you, even the agressor himself glances back wearily at your odd demeanour.

While you take your usual lunch seat next to Jirou, your sister also decides to sit with you this time. While Bakugo and Sero where still filling out their trays, Kirishima and Denki sat across from you.

They seemed nervous while you poked at your food.

You deadpan at them, "What?"

"N-Nothing!" Denki gives you a not at all convincing smile, immediately stuffing his face with his pork tonkatsu.

"Mm, well... It's just," Jirou sweatdrops, "you've been kinda quiet lately."

"Yeah," Kiri gives you a reassuring smile, "we were just wondering if everything's okay!"

You look at your sister who shrugs sheepishly, and you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, 'm fine."

"I mean, you say that but..." You spy Bakugo growling at a panicked Sero for his meal choice while Ochaco thinks about how to continue, "how do I say this... you're not, uh, you're not as fiery anymore."

Jirou nods along.

"Yeah, I never hear you talk in class anymore."

"And you've like, stopped fighting with Bakugo," Denki looks at you worriedly, "and you always fight with Bakugo!"

"Oh."

Ochaco furrows her brows at that, you seem oddly taken aback.

"You noticed?" You don't give them a chance to respond, continuing while scratching the back of your neck laxly, "'m kinda stressed, I guess."

"Why? Exams aren't for ages." Denki shoves a bunch of noodles in his mouth.

Jirou squints at him, "Exams are in two weeks."

"See? Aaaages!"

"Stressed?" Kirishima tilts his head, and you glance off at another table to the side.

"I met my soulmate."

"YOU WHAT!?"

You scowl and slam your fist down on your tray to at their obnoxious chorus.

"KEEP IT DOWN," You close your eyes with a sharp intake of air, counting slowly before releasing your breath, "... you're too noisy."

"Are you kidding!?" Denki ignores you completely, leering over the table at you excitedly, "Mx. Stronghold over here found their soulmate! That's amazing!"

He laughs giddily.

"Dude, for real?" Kirishima beams, "that's totally awesome! Where'd you meet?"

"Yeah, and you're only telling us this now?" Jirou nudges you good naturedly.

"S..Soulmate?" Ochaco echoes, eyes wide, "So, you're soul words--"

"He doesn't know it's me."

A cold silence instantly sets them all on edge, you're admittance piercing them in their chests.

Denki blinks, "W-What?"

A silver lunch tray slams onto the table between you and your sister, and she shrieks, flinching away from the harsh impact as Bakugo scowls at her.

"Beat it, floaty. Go back to your own table."

"Oi," Your warning tone makes him huff, and he taps his foot impatiently, waiting for her to move.

"A-Ah.. it's okay, [name]," Ochaco smiles nervously, quickly picking back up her own tray and waving to the others, "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"'Kay." You wave her bye, and Sero takes a seat beside Kiri.

Elbow boy quirks up a brow at the stiffness of the others.

"So... what was that about?"

"Nothin'," You shrug, getting back to your meal.

"Like hell it was." Bakugo narrows his eyes, but ultimately decides he doesn't care enough to push for more and starts shoveling in his rice and curry.

You glare at the others threateningly, and the dutifully keep their mouths shut and eat, though the tension from your prior topic lingers.

As Ochaco makes her way back to her normal table, she can't help but dwell on your words.

She thinks back on your unusual change in behaviour, where now you sit still in class as though trying to slink by unnoticed, when before your presence was proud and fiery.

Very rarely are you two apart for long, so everyone you've met, she's met. She ponders on all your interactions in the last three weeks. She doesn't remember you outwardly reacting to anyone strangely.

You'd gossiped about soulmates before, and how you'd probably feel once you meet them. She's known how nervous yet excited you've been--to meet someone that the universe deems to be your other half. To have someone meant for you.

But, you didn't seem all that happy.

Actually, now that she thinks about it, you looked rather... sad. Not disappointed, but more so disheartened.

And you haven't really had any outbursts since--

As she sets her tray down beside Tsu, she gasps when looking at Iida, a lightbulb going off in her head.

"It's you!"

Iida responds with a polite hum, and Shouto blinks with Midoriya and Tsu looking back at her in confusion.

"So, you know how you and Bakugo got into a bit of a spit a couple weeks ago?"

You growl irratedly, failing to throw your nosy sister off your trail on the way back to the dormitory.

"And how Iida kinda stood in to settle you down?" She keeps going, ignorant of your flaring temper, "well, I know you've been kinda quiet since then which I thought was really odd. To be honest, I started to miss how snippy you get--"

"Ochaco, drop it." You huff.

"--but I thought, 'there's no way that actually upset you,' so I started thinking some more; and then you told us about your soulmate! Well, not really, but you said that you met your soulmate, and you know, you've never really talked to Iida before without me or Deku or someone there, so you never needed to anyway--"

"Ochaco."

"--and I remember! You didn't snap back at him!"

Your shoulders tense and your stomach churns uncomfortably.

She's getting way too close.

"And ever since then you've been so silent! We never hear you talk in class anymore, and you haven't been bothered to sit with us for lunch. So that's when it all clicked!"

She turns to you with a beaming smile, bouncing in front of you with her arms held out wide.

"Iida is your soulmate!"

"I said drop it." Your gaze is sharp and defensive, tone gruff and dripping with danger.

Ochaco falters, "But... [name], isn't that great?"

You scoff, "Yeah, whatever."

"Hey..." She frowns when you shove past her, "why're you... [name], you've been so excited to find your soulmate. And you're not too shy to talk to him. What's the problem?"

She has to double her steps to keep up with your hurried pace.

She winces, "Do... you not like Iida?"

"Ochaco.."

Her heart tugs at the exhaustion in your voice. You stop in your wake, features carefully slated except for the singular shine of hurt in your eyes. You don't look her way.

"Just drop it."

"[name]," Ochaco plants herself in front of you sternly, "you can't be like this. It's hurting you, and it's not fair on your soulmate. Iida is my friend! He's a great guy, and our class president! Trust me, you've got nothing to worry--"

"Damnit, I know!" You hiss as her probing reignites the spark of your temper.

"I know, Ochaco! It's why I can't let him know I'm his soulmate!"

Your words stunt her, and she reels back.

Her frustrated frown creases into one of worry, puppy eyes glistening as she stares at you in disbelief.

"...What..?"

"I-I can't--" You scunch your nose, closing your eyes and breathing in sharply, "--Ochaco, you know why. It's obvious."

Your shoulders sag from their defensive position and you roll you head to ease the stress caused crook in your neck.

Of course it's obvious. He's nice Iida. Handsome Iida. Intelligent Iida. Way out of your league Iida, who wouldn't spare a rascal like you a single look because all you do is spit fire and scowl.

"We're not a good match, sis. He... He wouldn't want me. It's obvious from my soul words."

You tentively inch up the blazer sleeve on your right arm, small golden words inked neatly onto the skin of your outer forearm: 'Cease this behaviour! You are much too astute to be acting in such an irresponsible and disruptive manner!'

"Oh, [name]..." Ochaco's eyes flutter, and when she looks back up at you, her heart breaks at the sight of your ever so subtly trembling lips and glossy eyes.

You crunch your nose at her distastefully when she coos at your reluctant sniffle.

"Hmph," You glare at the ground to keep your fruitless tears at bay, "we're just too different. S-So he won't know that it's me, and he'll find someone better."

She frowns at that, "You can't decide that."

"Well, I did."

You frown daringly right back at her.

But your sister's always had your back, for better and for worse. Even when you don't want her to.

Especially when you don't want her to.

You growl angrily at the incessant knocking on your door.

For the past two weeks since you stupidly confided in your sister she's been hounding you about your soulmate business. Your soulmate business.

Meaning, not her business.

So each morning you'd avoid her and every afternoon, if you didn't plan on training, you'd lock yourself in your dorm where she's been following to bug you.

Sometimes you'd throw yourself into your homework and studies and blast music obnoxiously to drown her out, but the sound of her knocking is just so annoying.

"Goddamnit," You've just about had enough of her, eyes ablaze, you almost snap your pen and ruin your paper.

"For the last damn time, Ochac-- oh, shit." After violently flinging your door open, you pale at the sight of not your sister.

Iida, from where he stands in your doorway, looks about just as shocked as you--though not with the same horrored expression that you harbour.

With a quiet gasp, the spectacle eyed male feels the skin on his chest tingle pleasantly, and you spy a subtle golden glow through the material of his blue collared cotton shirt.

Oh, shit.

Although your features are hardened, you swallow anxiously as you await his further reaction.

Iida's eyes daren't stray from your form, lips parted ever so slightly in shock from the truth of Ochaco's earlier information. He lets out a controlled, gentle breath.

"It is you."

You step back abrasively when his face brightens with an awed smile and a light pink blush across his cheeks.

All in a sudden moment you feel giddy and flushed and nervous before you quickly crush that hope with skeptical eyes and a defensive stance. Your heart thrums in your chest, and you can't help but berate yourself for the mere notion of him getting you afluster.

"Oh my," Iida sounds breathless and dazed, and his glimmering eyes have you frozen in place as he steps toward you, "you are my soulmate, indeed."

"Ochaco told you," You're quick to deduce, and you notice him swallow thickly at your evident displeasure.

His focus narrows in on your body language: how you shuffle back ever so slightly, chest stuttering with each deep breath, your thumb pressing into your closed knuckles by your side--you're on the defense.

"...You're not happy?"

"I'm not hopeful."

Your dismissing muttering peaks his interest, and he raises a pointy brow.

"Pardon?" He decides to keep pushing when you avert your gaze to the side, "what do you mean by that, exactly?"

"I'm-- we're not.." A flash of insecurity passes your features, but he's quick to catch it, "--this just isn't a good... match."

Something in his gaze hardens, and his chest expands with a sharp intake of air before he speaks, "I beg to differ."

When you glance up, you see a red blush tinting his ears and underlining where his glasses sit.

"I'd be quite dismayed if my soulmate were someone other than you."

"Eh?" Comes your eloquent response. You deadpan with disbelief.

"Ochaco put you up to this," You growl at him threateningly, "I don't need your pity!"

"I bare no form of pity," He frowns, "I'm telling the truth."

At his insistence you huff, crossing your arms over your chest with a 'whatever'.

"Shove off, I'm too irresponsible and brash for you."

He looks taken aback (and almost hurt) before his frustration becomes palpable, and he steps past the threshold of your doorway after a moment of hesitance.

"Pardon the intrusion; but that is utter nonsense and what I'm saying is true," He speaks with a firmness that demands your attention, and you send him a disgruntled look which he ignores, "from what I recall, while my words may have first been, unpleasant, by no means does that dictate how I perceive you."

"Oh yeah?"

He feels the urge to reprimand you at your challenging sneer. You grin victoriously when you pick up on his irritance with your behaviour, as though proving your point.

Instead though, he rolls back his broad shoulders with a quiet sigh.

"While occasionally explosive, and impossibly headstrong--you have a good heart."

"Hell are you on about?" He hushes you quickly, as one would a noisy child, and you frown.

"Let me finish. I mean it, [name]. I know how you are, we've consistently been around each other. I've seen how you treat Uraraka, how you look out for her while letting her pull her own weight. I've watched you converse with Kirishima and Jirou, and pull Bakugo down a few pegs."

You bite back a smug smile when he puffs out a bemused chuckle at that.

"We may not have spoken directly until as of recent, but even though, we already know one another very well," He clears his throat gently and holds out a hand, "now, it's just a matter of knowing each other on a deeper level. I-If you accept, that is.."

You scoff at his stumble, after having the gall to shush you and barge in like that. Still, you eye his hand--his implicit invitation--temptingly. You've always adored the prospect of soulmates, and it seems that despite your aggresive reservations, yours is more than accepting of you as you are.

Looking him up and down, you snort quietly at his obvious nerves. Iida's posture is staight, wide shoulders held high and stiff with one hand outstretched robotically while the other sweats, tucked behind his back.

Your eyes soften, and you plaster on a downturned smile.

You clap his tense hand with your own, only able to look at him briefly before sickeningly sweet fluttering in your chest becomes way too apparent.

"Sure. Yeah, soulmates or whatever," You bite the inside of your cheek as you turn your back to him, feeling a humiliating heat crawl up your cheeks, "just so you know, you're stuck with me now. No take backs--and you can't regret it!"

Unbeknownst to you, a wide smile crosses Iida's squared features, and he heaves out a massive sigh of relief. He positively beams while gazing at your turned back, chuckling softly with a sheepish blush as he observes your stewing bashfulness.

"Believe me, I would never."

[catsukiiee]

# LINK UP.

౨ৎ prohero!hanta sero x fem!reader

౨ৎ pov: sero cannot stop thinking about you after a recent argument between you two, getting to the point where he’s out of his bed and driving to your house, knowing damn well he has patrols later.

wordcount ; 766

paragraphs ; 16

sentences ; 34

songs used ; link up by avenoir

tropes ; friends with benefits, messy love.

content ; makeup sex.

note ;

hanta sero is nineteen here instead of his canon age of 24.

japanese and hispanic mix sero <3

The last conversation you had with Sero ended in tears, your throat raw from the screams you unleashed at him for being a jerk and toying with your emotions. You still felt a twinge of embarrassment over that outburst, but deep down, you believed your anger was warranted.

You weren’t officially a couple; you just spent time together and occasionally fucked each other.

Unfortunately, those casual hangouts and fuck sessions led you to develop feelings, those feelings causing you to spiral and crash out whenever Sero posted pictures of himself with other girls at UA college parties.

In retaliation, you began doing the same—hitting up parties and posting yourself with other guys. Sero’s response was always predictable: he’d flood your phone with messages and calls, asking where you were, then he'd show up at your place to argue, then it would either end with you kicking him out your house or his head between your legs.

Now, you stood in your dark living room, your phone's brightness being the only source of light as you reread his messages, the word "mama's" making thighs clench. He knew how to break down your defenses in an instant.

He was barely a foot inside the front door when you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning forward on the tips of your toes to reach his lips, roughly pulling him into a kiss. “Fuck, hello.” he chuckled into the kiss, pressing you against the now-closed door. One hand grabbed a handful of your ass, the other tangled in your hair, pressing his body into yours.

No words needed to be spoken; this was a toxic cycle that both of you were far too familiar with. “Hey, mamas.” He groaned, moving his hand from your hair to grab at your throat, pulling you from the kiss.

“Missed me?”  

“Fuck yes.”

He was on his knees as soon as he got the answer he was waiting for, slinging one leg over his shoulder. You had made sure to take off your underwear before he arrived. All he had to do was raise your shirt and jump straight in, his tongue lapping at your clit, his tongue piercing dragging on it every time. "Fuck, Sero." With a gasp, you removed your shirt completely to look at him better, running your fingers in his hair, combing back his dark curls.

He continued to eat your pussy until you came against his tongue, your nails dragging through his hair, almost pushing his face away completely when he kept going. Groaning loudly against you, he finally let you push him away; even in the dark, you could see how dilated his pupils were. “You’re such a whiner, I was just eating your pussy.” He teased as he stood up, grinning down at you widely. You wanted to smack that grin off his face so bad.

“Come here and get a taste.” He grabbed you by the nape of your neck, towering over you once more, slamming his lips against yours. The kiss was nothing more than a kiss of teeth and tongue, messy open-mouthed kisses as his hands roamed all over your body, breathy moans fueling throaty groans.

"Did you come here to kiss me or to fuck me, Hanta." There it was, the sass that always turned him on much to your annoyance.

Sero was quick to get your ass up those stairs and face-first into your pillows, pushing your face deeper into them when you started getting loud. He loved how your body reacted, how your back arched and your pussy clenched when his hands came down on your ass, hitting the same spot until it was all bruised. “Damn, you sound amazing, mamas.”

This was what he loved: no back talk, no attitude, no eye rolls when he said something that annoyed you—just your shaky moans and cries. “Yeah, baby?” He laughed when you complained that he was going too deep, grabbing your hand when you tried to push against his hips. “Nah, just take it.” He teased, moving your hand away.

"Look at you, mamas, creaming all over my dick." He slowed down, pulling out just enough to see the mess you two made, then pushed back in deep, making you squirm. "Ugh, don’t do that," you gasped, reaching back. "Don’t do what?" he teased, grabbing your hand and pinning it behind your back, going balls deep again and staying still, grinning as your legs quivered, your body tensing as you gasped and moaned out into your pillows. "Did you just cum from that? Am I fucking you that good ma?"

He's such a fucking asshole but goddamn is his dick good.

strong believer of japanese and hispanic sero 🫶 i was giggling a bit too hard writing this.

MESSAGES WERE DONE BY MEEEEE!! I do NAWT have an iPhone unfortunately so I used an app for these messages. 😞✊...

[nights-legacy]

What Agreement?! - Bakugou x Reader

Main Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

I hope you like this!

Requested by @simply-trash5

1722 Words

+ You and Bakugou had been close ever since 1st year. After graduation, you two stayed close. From working at the same agency to being with each other's go for almost everything. Save for the few things he only shares with Deku and Kirishima. You thought from how personal and soft he sometimes acted with you, that he shared your feelings for him.

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Y/N's POV

I sighed as the train ride seemed to take forever. I could hear the whispers and clicks of people's phones from both sides of me. I ignored it, having got used to it over the past couple of years. Finally the train made it to the station and I quickly got off while dialing my phone.

"Hello?" Mina chirped on the other end.

"Hey Mina. Sorry I'm late. I'm just a few blocks away so I'll be there in a few minutes.

"Great! I was starting to wonder. But Y/N, to have is something you should know. Kat..." The sound of some fangirls coming towards me caught my attention.

"Damn. I thought they were going to leave me alone. You'll have to tell me later Mina. I'll be there in a few minutes." I hung up the phone.

After about 10 minutes, I was able to slip away to get to the party. I walked a few blocks to the restaurant. I was greeted first by Sero outside who was out for a smoke. I found Mina next who as soon as she saw me, she looked panicked a bit.

"What's wrong Mina? You look like you've seen the worst thing in the world." I chuckled. "Where's Bakugou? You mentioned him."

"Not the worst for me but for you maybe." I gave her an amused but curious look.

"Okay now you have to tell me." We walked into the actual room for our party.

"Well let's just say, um... Katsuki..." I listened to her until Katsuki's voice caught my attention. I quickly zeroed in on him, only for my stomach to drop by what I saw. Katsuki was standing across the room next to Kirishima. Kirishima wasn't the deal, it was Katsuki's arm around some girl I've never seen before, shoulders. "Yeah that."

"He has a... date?"

"Yeah. I tried to warn you on the phone. I'm sorry."

"I, um... That's fine." I stuttered.

"Y/N?" Katsuki looked over at that moment and saw me. He waved me over.

"I'll talk to you later, Mina." I walked over to the three standing there. Kirishima and I swapped greetings before he gave me a sympathetic smile and walked away.

"Y/N. This is Maya. My girlfriend. Maya,  this my best friend Y/N."

"Nice to meet you." I shook her hand. "Wow Kats. A girlfriend. I had no idea."

"Yeah. We wanted to keep it on the down low from everyone until we got more comfortable With each other."

"Oh that makes sense. Especially with our crazy friend group." I forced a chuckle. Plus, to prove my point Denki screamed something across the room before the lights flickered.

"Spark plug..." Kat muttered. Maya giggled and set her hand on Kat's chest. My throat closed off at seeing how close they were. Kat still didn't like us touching him outside a high five, a shoulder touch, or back slap even after all these years.

"Well, I'm going to greet a few of the others. It was nice meeting you Maya."

"It was nice meeting you too!" She said sweetly. I smiled and walked away. I could feel my eyes stinging as I walked towards a blurring figure with purple hair.

"Hey there Stormy." Shinso greeted me softly. I wiped my eyes. I looked up and he gave me a sad smile. 

"Hi." I greeted. 

"Come here." He held out his arm. I settled into his side and he hugged me tight. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It was bound to happen."

"Yeah. But we all thought it would be with you." He said softly. "Rooting for it actually." 

"Yeah. Sorry to disappoint."

~

As the weeks went by, Kat invited me out to hang with him in Maya. I went most of the time but eventually I started to distance myself from him. Kats kept calling to hang out but I made every excuse to say no. I even started to pair up more with other heroes for shifts.

"Okay. I'm heading out for the day." I said as I packed up my stuff. I stood up from my desk and grabbed my bag.

"See ya later." Sero said while saving over his shoulder. "Oh by the way. Katsuki is getting real antsy about why you've been avoiding him."

"I haven't been avoiding him. I've been avoiding ... them, together." I admitted. He sighed and turned to me.

"Y/N, babe. I know seeing him with someone hurt but he is still my best friend. You keep acting like this, you're going to hurt him."

"I know." I plopped down in my chair. "It just hurts seeing the man I'm in love with with someone else. I mean it was bound to happen but I didn't think... I mean, Kat never showed interest in dating much, ever."

"I know. It took us all by surprise. Even Deku."

"I just can't stand the sight of them being all lovey. It's like a knife to the heart thrice times over."

"Um... Y/N."

"And I'm so in love with him that I don't know if I can get past this."

"Y/N..."

"I can't help but love him, Sero." I said before looking up at him. He looked a little pale and gave me an apologetic smile. I gave him a confused look.

"You what?!" A familiar voice snapped from my right. I quickly looked to see Kat standing there with a confused glare.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" I panicked, looking at Sero.

"I tried!" I looked back at Kat and he stood there with his cams crossed.

"Kat."

"Explain." He said in a condescending tone. The tone made me a little upset. And hurt. I looked away and got up.

"I'm leaving." I walked towards the elevator.

"Oh no you don't." He snapped and followed. I rolled my eyes and covered him in fog so he couldn't follow.

Later that night, I was sitting on my couch watching some TV. There was a familiar knock on the door that made me freeze up. I looked at the foyer before getting up. I walked to the door and opened it.

"Really? Fog?" He said unimpressed.

"Worked didn't it." I said. He rolled my eyes. I went to close the door.

"Wait!" He put a hand on the door keeping it open.

"Kat, I can't do this right now."

"Y/N. Please let me in. We need to talk." He said quietly, trying to hide the fact that he was pleading.

"I don't want to." I started to close the door again.

"It wasn't real!" He shouted, panicked. I paused and reopened the door.

"What wasn't real?" He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. I finally noticed how disheveled he looked, like he had gotten dressed in a flurry and his hair was entirely out of place.

"The relationship with Maya." He said. I was silent for a minute.

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed. He bit his lip. "Get in here!"

"Okay." He stepped in and kicked off his shoes. We walked in farther.

"Explain!" I snapped.

"Maya and I made this little agreement."

"Agreement?"

"Yeah um."

"So you lied to everyone?" I said in disbelief

"Well, yeah." He said. "But..."

"Katsuki!" I scoffed. I was pissed at him. "Why would you do this?! This isn't like you. You don't lie!"

"I know but..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I just can't believe you would do this and..."

"Will you just listen to me?" He snapped. I looked at him only half surprised.

"Yeah, yeah." I nodded. He sat down.

"I did it because I thought it would make you jealous and if you had feelings for me, you would speak up or do something. When you didn't I figured you didn't have feelings for me." He sighed heavily and sat back on the couch. "But then I heard you today."

"Shit. Right." I muttered and hugged myself.

"Maya agreed to help me and I shouldn't have done it but I did. It hurt us both in the end." He let his head fall into his hands. I had never seen him act like this, so it must really be bothering him. I sat down next to him. "I nearly caused myself to nearly lose another best friend. Again."

"You haven't lost me." I said softly. He looked over at me.

"I haven't?" I could see the doubt hidden in his eyes.

"No. I wasn't going to leave you. I just needed time to get past the fact you were with someone else. As you probably heard me say to Sero, I'm in love with you and it hurt to see you with Maya." I admitted. "I had to face it sooner or later but I wasn't going anywhere."

"Oh. Good." We sat there in an awkward silence. I was looking down at my lap. "Hey, look at me."

"What?" I looked up at him. He took a big breath. Cupping my chin, he moved in closer.

"Tell me to stop and we can go back to being friends." He said. There was a beat of silence before I pulled him in the rest of the way by his shirt. The kiss was the complete opposite then you would think coming from Bakugou Katsuki. It was sweet and longing when I thought it would be, well rough and hard.

"We are not going back to being just friends." I said when I pulled away. He chuckled and slithered his arms around my hips, pulling me close. He pulled me into another more passionate kiss.

"Fuck no." He said breathlessly.

"I think we need to thank Maya majorly. We owe her big time." I chucked.

"Oh she benefited from the arrangement too." I lifted an eyebrow in confusion and curiosity.

"How so?"

"She was trying to make the girl she likes jealous too. Except, it worked in her favor." He huffed and did his trademark Bakugou pout. I giggled. I looked up at the clock.

"Okay come on." I stood up, holding out my hand. He gave me a bitch face but took my hand anyway.

"What?"

"We're going out for something to eat." I pulled him up. "And you're paying."

"Fine but I get to pick the place." He smirked.

"Fine by me."

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Posting writing and art today. We have one third of Joshi's hair and Sydari's pov from Serious Mistakes 18 which is almost finished.

Ya boi is pretty and almost done. I just need to finish his hair, do some layer magic and some finishing lighting.

Anyway, Josh left a party and Sydari runs into him afterwards. Under the cut for length. Featuring Joshi's Skaal fur coat and his special interest in Dwemer.

Sydari had seen what looked like a well-worn path that weaved into the forest not too far away from her tent and decided to explore it, hoping that the walk would clear her head and wouldn’t be too strenuous. Getting to Brodir Grove felt like scaling the side of a mountain though to her relief, the path was mostly downhill. The air was crisp, and the wastes were silent as she wandered the twisting path, the lantern in her hand the only thing aside from the waxing moons that lit her path. It was as she descended what looked to have once been a set of stairs carved into the earth that she saw a faint spark of red in the distance. The orange glow almost bobbed in the air, a tiny pinprick of light in a sea of inky black shadows and glowing dunes.

She cautiously approached, her other hand reaching for the hilt of her Razor just in case. Then she smelt it on the wind, the distinct smell of burning tobacco. She lowered her hand just as the silhouette of a tall, lean figure came into view.

“Didn’t think I’d see you around.”

Sydari stopped just as the light from her lantern illuminated the figure, leaning against a boulder, his thin frame swamped in a silvery fur coat.

“Didn’t think I’d see you either, Sero.” She sighed, raising her lantern a little higher to better illuminate the space around them. He’d wiped some of the ash paint from his face, a crusted, white border framing his blue-grey skin. His dark hair fell around his shoulders, messy and coarse as it usually was. He seemed tired, then again, he always seemed tired. He sighed as he flicked the end of his cigarette onto the ashy ground and crushed it with the toe of his boot.

“Yeah, well I—”

“You left the banquet,” She cut in before she could stop herself. He seemed a little taken aback, stepping away from the bolder, cane in hand as he approached what looked to be a sheer drop. He stopped a few paces from the edge and sighed. His grip tightening on the handle of his cane.

“Yeah, I did.” He stated bluntly. Sydari moved towards him, only stopping as he held out his free hand, “I needed some space.”

She swallowed, her heart beating faster at Teldryn’s statement. She watched as he turned a little, facing her as he spoke. His voice was small, melancholy. She wanted to reach out to him.

“I ah, I needed some space and like I told you before…” He sighed and scratched his nose, his gaze moving away from her and back towards the edge of what now appeared to be a sunken Dwemeri ruin. He started rubbing along the outside of his upper thigh, his teeth clenching as he looked back at her, “Needed to deal with shit that’s obviously my fault.”

 “I’m sorry about that,” She apologised with a sigh. She lowered the lantern a little, no longer illuminating Teldryn’s face.

“You’re apologising?” He tilted his head, his hand reaching for his pocket, “I um… ah—”

“I know you can’t control how that thing reacts,” she tried to explain, her voice a little panicked, “I um, I’m not sure why I lashed out at you like that.”

“Coz you’re mad at me for the other day, yeah?” Teldryn replied, his voice breaking a little, “Kinda figured you’re barely tolerating my shit as it is,” He nodded at his hip, “This thing being a fuck-up probably was the last thing you wanted to deal with.”

She sighed, choosing to take another step towards him, noting that he didn’t ask her to stop, “I still shouldn’t have rubbed it in your face.”

The corners of Teldryn’s lips turned up slightly, his gaze still trained on the ruin below, “Apology accepted, sera.”

She closed the distance between them, moving to stand by his side. She looked down into the pit below, its edges expertly cut and smoothed into a sheer drop. It made her feel a little sick, and she took a step backwards. Teldryn reached for her shoulder, his gloved fingers brushing against the fabric of her coat.

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a drop,” He smiled, taking a step with her, “Would you believe me if I said I’m not a fan of it myself?”

She bit down on her lip, glancing over at him as he let go of her, “Then why were you standing on the edge?”

Teldryn shrugged, the fur on his coat rippling as he moved his shoulders, “Curiosity, there’s a lever down the bottom of the tower that I’ve been trying to figure out. There’s a key slot but it’s not one of the puzzle locks that you usually find on these things. Looks more like some of the shit you find in Chimeri structures that used to facilitate teleportation. So, I’m wondering if there’s a connection since the ruins look like they’re First Council era an—”

“Teldryn, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sydari cut in. Honestly, she hadn't the first clue about these kinds of ruins outside of what one might be able to loot from it, and considering her experience chasing Mercer Frey through Irkngthad, she wasn’t quite keen to delve into one again.

She’d leave those jobs up to the more eager recruits.

[senkusimper]

you can't just say perchance - bk+reader

pov: you misusing the word perchance

exhibit A

ever since you were paired with bakugou katsuki for a joint training exercise, you realized that tolerating his explosive personality might just be more challenging than facing a villain. as you both sat in the training room, strategizing for the upcoming exercise, you couldn’t help but notice how he bristled every time you uttered the word "perchance."

"so... BK... perchance we should start with a frontal assault?" you suggested with a hand on your hip trying to gauge his reaction. you saw his eyebrow twitch.

"you sound like an idiot."

"sorry i thought-" you started but unsurprisingly bakugou cut you off, in a very bakugou fashion.

"thinking ain't your strong suit, obviously" he retorted, rubbing his temples.

the exercise proceeded with bakugou leading, his explosive quirk echoing through the training grounds. despite how harsh his demeanor seemed, you were intrigued by his determination and skill.

exhibit B

in the days that followed, you couldn't help but tease him by randomly slipping the word "perchance" into your casual conversations. each time he'd shoot you a withering glare or correct you with a grumble. it had started to turn into a game for you, with bakugou becoming increasingly more exasperated and you finding more creative ways to misuse the word.

one afternoon, during your lunch break you had seated yourself with bakugou, kirishima, denki and sero. you guys were casually chit chatting, talking more than eating your lunches.

you noticed the red head eyeing your onigiri. you smiled a bit and held one out to him, "would you like one kirishima?"

kirishima smiled, "no no it's alright."

you were persistent however and he caved in; denki also tried to get some of your food as well.

"that's not fair! how come he gets some???" denki turned to you, shaking you by your shoulders slightly.

you shrugged your shoulders, not knowing why you felt like offering up your food but you saw the way he stared at it, it's just one. "perchance."

you jumped when the table shook as two hands slapped down onto it. the culprit? bakugou. he looked so fed up, his head hung down and you could see his eyebrows furrow. "you can't just say 'perchance'."

you started smiling slightly, trying to hold back a giggle. "right right sorry, BK. it won't happen again."

he scoffed and sat back down, rolling his eyes. lunch continued and by the time everyone else had finished eating, you found yourself so full and with one onigiri left. lightbulb.

"perchance, bakugou, would you like the last onigiri?" you held up the little ball, looking at him innocently.

he slammed his tray down with a scowl, "i swear to god, if you say perchance one more time—"

exhibit c

the days went on, and your use of “perchance” continued to drive bakugou up the wall. it had become a sort of game for you, though bakugou wasn’t amused.

one evening, as you both worked on your hero essay revisions in the library, bakugou seemed unusually pensive. after a long silence, he cleared his throat and turned to you, his voice oddly hesitant.

“uh, listen. perchance you might want to… go out sometime?”

you blinked and paused for a moment, surprised by his choice of words. you tilted your head to the side while smiling, "did you just use 'perchance'?"

you could see the light blush creeping up his cheeks. "yeah so what?"

"actually, bk, using ‘perchance’ here is kind of... off." you stifled a laugh, "you should use 'maybe' or 'perhaps'."

bakugou rolled his eyes and turned his head away from you "just answer the question."

........................... "perchance."

he stood up, arms crossed and huffing loudly.

"i'm joking!" you put your hands up in defense, "yes i'd like to go out with you sometime."

[stargirlygirl]

their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter one: good purchase

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, hurt/comfort, you get dropped off to your new home, smau + fic, 1.7k words

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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov

fic underneath smau

You open the passenger door of the dealer’s car, looking out at the beautiful house that you will soon call home. Not willingly of course. The dealer grunts at you to get out of the car, and you obey. Your skin is like porcelain it’s so flawless and delicate looking. That is of the skin revealed by your basic dress. The dress that is worn by all of the omegas when they’re taken to their new ‘home’. But beneath that dress was bruised skin and aching muscles.

You shut the door beside you and do your best to remain expressionless as you walk to the black-coloured gate. It slides open, revealing a blond man. He looks sheepish and you can smell him from where you are. His scent is overwhelming. Something sharp, tangy, citrusy even. It makes you gulp.

He comes over to you both and shakes the dealer’s hand.

“Hey,” he says, drawing his hand back. He turns to look at you, his golden eyes focused on your own. He holds your gaze, making you whine. At the high-pitched sound, he chuckles nervously and looks back at the dealer.

“So,” he starts. “Do I need to sign anything or?” The dealer nods and pulls out the contract. The contract signing your life away to this alpha. You notice how agitated the blond seems, tapping his foot as he reads over the agreement.

“Didn’t I sign this last night?” he asks with a creased brow.

The dealer replies, “That was for the buying price and handling fees. This is the terms and conditions of your purchase.” The blond nods and signs the paper, officially taking ownership of you. The thought, the sight has you crying out internally. You want to scream and run; escape. It doesn’t matter if you get caught later, you have to try now.

You gulp and start looking around with wide, frenzied eyes. You notice the neighbourhood isn’t busy. You have no idea where you are, of course. You are fairly new to Japan, and then you happened to get kidnapped and well… Even if you run for it right now, there’s no way you can make it down the street before the dealer drags you back here.

“You’ve made a fine choice, Mr Kaminari,” the dealer grins. He shakes the blond’s hand again before giving him his copy of the contract. The dealer then turns to you and says, “You.” He grabs your elbow tight and pulls you into his side. You yelp out in pain. Your eyes are even wider than before as you stare at the blond before you. He watches this interaction with a frown.

The dealer whispers in your ear, “Be good. Just like we practised, yea?”

The blond clears his throat and says, “She’s mine now, so you can back off.” The dealer lets go of you and leaves. As you watch his car drive away, the man in front of you stares at you. His eyes trail over you, taking in how god-awful that dress looks on you. Maybe it’s their marketing scheme, he thinks. Present wrapped so terribly you gotta tear it off immediately.

He laughs nervously as he says, “So…” You gaze back at him, expecting him to grab you and force you into his house just like all the other girls told you the alphas would once you were sold off. He has such sweet features, you think. Most alphas had sharp features, but he looked very boyish even though he would have been what? 25? 26?

“Do you, uh, wanna come in?” He finally says. You nod falsely. You want nothing more than to NOT go inside that house but you don’t have a choice. He owns you now.

You two walk through the gate and up to the house. You stay behind him, watching him carefully before looking at the exterior. The garden is overgrown but the house up ahead is quite nice. Minimalistic yet stylish.

Your quads cry out as you walk up the few steps to the front door. He opens the door and the scent inside washes over you. Like a riptide, it drags you under until you’re surrounded. And you realise it’s not just his scent but a mixture of them. You’re silently praying to the lords as you take a step inside that he had friends over last night or something. The last thing you want is to be owned by an alpha, let alone be shared between alphas.

You’re choking back tears as you take off your shoes, following the blond’s lead. You can hear the thump of footsteps drawing closer, confirming your suspicions. You gulp and look up at the blond with big, glassy eyes. And he looks back at you dumbfounded.

Your gaze flickers to the red-haired man who walks down the entrance hall towards you two. He’s tall and is wearing an apron with the words ‘MAN APRON’ on his chest. He smells earthy, you note. As he comes to the edge of the main level, the blond turns back to look at him.

The blond whines, “I told you to look presentable.”

The red-haired man laughs and says, “Like you look any better.” The blond grumbles as the other man chuckles.

“So,” the redhead says as he looks at you. “Where’re your bags?” You choke back a sob and you shake your head. You don’t think you’ll be able to stop yourself from breaking down if you speak. His short brows furrow as he stares at you. He gazes back to the blond and says, “Where the fuck are her bags?”

The blond exclaims, “Oh shit! I think the dealer drove off with them. Hang on—” He pulls out his phone. “I’ll call him now.” The redhead groans.

“No!” You cry out. Their attention snaps to you, both staring at you with wide eyes. You gulp and say, “You don’t need to do that. I-I don’t have any-any bags.” You got real quiet at the end there as your thin control over your emotions ceases to exist. All of it comes rushing forward at once and swallows you whole. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as you look down at your bare feet. You sniffle and wipe your nose with your hand.

Someone clears their throat and you look up, catching the end of a glance between the two men. The redhead looks at you and motions you forward with his arm. You obey, stepping onto the platform. You sniffle as you slip on a pair of way too big house slippers.

He wraps a muscular arm around your shoulders and guides you into the house. He says softly, “I’m sorry. This must be very frightening for you, huh?” He rubs your shoulder as you walk. You keep sniffling and cry into your hands, paying zero attention to where you’re going.

He continues, “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll get you some water?” You rub your eyes with your hand and look down at the table and cushions. You nod and sit down on the first cushion, placing your elbows on the table and sobbing into your hands.

You feel a warm hand on your back and you flinch. You look up and see the blond kneeling next to you. His gaze is gentle, and his full lips are in a pout. You return to crying into your hands. Your shoulders tremble as your chest heaves from your sadness. You’re too focused on the fear and anxiety wracking through you to notice the red-haired man place a glass of water in front of you.

As you cry, the two alphas stare at each other and mouth their confusion. The redhead points to you while the blond while the blond shrugs. You stay like this for a bit, just getting out all of the feelings you have locked up deep within for the past month.

Once your sobs become quieter and trail off into jolty sniffles, you look up and reach for the glass of water. You gulp down the entire thing in one go before going to wipe your eyes with your hands. You whimper as a large hand catches your wrists. You see the redhead looking at you, gaze soft as he holds your hands.

He shakes his head at you before nodding to the tissue box the blond is holding. The redhead grabs one and starts dabbing your cheeks and eyes with it. His touch is careful and light like he’s afraid of breaking you. Like you’re so delicate, he doesn’t want to leave a mark behind if he’s too harsh.

The gesture has you on edge. A gesture so sweet and caring that has you second-guessing your impression of him. You were expecting them to tell you to shut up once you start crying, not be so patient and attentive. Did you misjudge him? Both of them? Or was this all an act to gain your trust and then breed you against your will?

Such thoughts trigger more sobs from you. The redhead lets go of your hands as you pull them back and return to your former position to cry.

The blond leans over to the redhead and whispers, “I think you made it worse.”

The redhead scowls at him. He stares the blond down before eventually sighing and saying low, “You should give up your room then so she can have some privacy.”

The blond scoffs. He whisper-shouts, “As if! Why don’t you give up your room, manliest man?” The redhead frowns at this but thinks it over. If it would get you to stop crying… But maybe it would make it worse since it smelled of him so strongly.

You sniffle particularly loudly and shift back, wiping your eyes with your arm. Your voice is heavy with sadness as you choke out, “Wh-where’s t-the bath-bathroom?” The alphas look at each other before the blond helps you stand up and leads you down the hall. He slides open the door and gestures for you to enter. You scramble inside, and he shuts it behind you.

You jump up onto the edge of the sink and sit there, crying and crying for what feels like forever.

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[jisokai]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. Spread the self-love!

thank you for the tag @suguwu wahh i feel so honored <3

if a tree falls (does it bring you to tears?) (one piece, nami-ish)

Early in their journey, the Strawhats come across an unusual island, where a beast has been stranded—with you.

content: life of pi meets one piece, grief, displacement, loss of home/habitat destruction, found family

notes: even though this fic is super rough i always consider it one of my favorites! the idea haunted me for at least six months and eventually forced me to write again after several years of break from fiction/fanfic. i find it so interesting as a landmark because it pretty clearly encapsulates what i like to write about. i've experimented a lot with my style and storytelling since, but this one has a directness and charm that i sometimes wish i could rediscover.

if you cross the river (will the fighting end?) (haikyuu!!, kita)

Contrary to what granny once said, Kita thinks he won’t ever truly know who you are. You are the one who waits by the river, watching as he scrubs dirt from fresh carrots and dirty shovels. You are the one whose presence lingers like mist over his skin when you part. You are the one whose eyes he always feels, at every moment—the eyes granny reminds him of when they wipe the floor or prepare a meal together. You are the one who knows that it does not matter, that he would still perform his rituals and hold unwavering conviction even if you were not there. Because he is Kita; he is Shin-chan—repetition, perseverance, and diligence is how he lives…because it simply feels good. You are the same, committed to your duty to watch him from the moment you were pulled from the glory of a summit. And he is committed to being watched by you.

content: character study, spirit!reader, death and grief, disaster, i think it's a slow burn but tbh i don't know, childhood friends to lovers (sort of?), coming of age

notes: this was also a personal favorite for a while just because i felt like i was able to say so much that i had been needing to get out. it was my second time doing full character pov and i remember struggling SO MUCH to keep kita consistent. i felt like i pulled him apart in my brain until there was nothing left LOL. but regardless i tend to think of this fic as one of my best, and it was a turning point in my writing style.

At (y)our own pace (bnha, sero)

Sero wants to make sure you know that it’s okay to go about intimacy however you need, at your own pace. It’s your journey, not anyone else’s. Given your previous relationships, it takes some getting used to.

content: aged up characters, suggestive, references to past dub-con (not between pair), can be read as fwb, coworkers -> friends -> qpps, hurt/comfort

notes: this fic. oh this fic. i'm pretty sure this is the only one of mine that i've reread more than once or twice after posting. it's just that much of a comfort piece. i remember the process being difficult in the beginning (i had maybe 3 or 4 false starts) but then writing like a madman after that first hurdle. it was also my first fic i wrote out of order!

& we'll be brothers again (one piece, gen luffy & ace)

“Luffy?” The youngest boy grunts next to the eldest, cramped in their nest. He’s tired, on the verge of joining Sabo’s snores on the other end. “You ever think about what you wanna be in your next life?”

content: post time skip, marineford spoilers, reincarnation AU, brotherly love :(

notes: this fic hurts me if i think about it too long. i got the idea reading one of my now favorite novels and as soon as i thought of ace i went oughhhghg oww. i think it was my first proper gen fic and i found it so fun to write and focus on the pre existing relationships! i also came to realize that when i write for op i feel a sort of freedom of expression i don't have with other fandoms. i don't really know why, but it makes me want to write for op more <3

All these stars, (bnha, sero)

You always thought the circus was where you yearned to be. At least, until it finally let you in—and introduced you to Hanta Sero. [circus AU where seamstress!reader and acrobat!sero realize that their lives have been running parallel for a long time, and it’s up to you to weave them together]

content: circus AU, strangers to lovers (sort of), pining, yearning, grief, family drama, latino sero & latino reader, eventual emotional smut

notes: tbh i wasn't sure which last one to include but this one makes the most sense. it's my first proper long fic that i've ever finished! the process was kind of wild and was the first time i used extensive outlining. it was a huge project and is a huge point of growth for me. sero's chapter was a long needed character study (even in a different universe lol), and the last chapter i've reread a few times because of how emotional it makes me!

i'm scared to tag others but wahh okay... no pressure to play ofc! @shonengirlfriend @andypantsx3 @vonabel @staraxiaa & anyone else who wants to join!

[class1akids]

Shipping/Yuri aside, do you think what helped the Ochako & Toga plot-line be so well-received by fans compared to the Deku & Shigiraki one is that both of them are girls, so therefore they’re allowed to be “sappy” with each other which in turn made their interactions feel more genuine? Since this is a shounen manga and obviously you can’t have the male MC embracing his male arch-nemesis with both of them crying in each other arms and floating in the sky while being surrounded by pink energy/clouds.

Not saying it HAS to be that exact scenario for it to be genine, but I always felt that Horikoshi didn’t put enough effort into Deku forming any deep connection with Shigiraki and I can’t help but feel that maybe toxic masculinity might have played a role in it?

I don't think the tgchk fight was that well-received by everyone - some people loved it, some people hated it, some people were indifferent. On IMDB, it's not even in the Top 10 highest rated episodes of S7.

A lot of the hype came not from the storyline, but the yuri-bait shippy looking art, which made the bk/dk fandom very excited about it, seeing it as a possible sign that izch will be abandoned as endgame ship.

Hori used a lot of sentimental tricks - including a copious amount of "girls as cute little kids" and big erotic-looking panels to boost the emotional content.

To me, their interactions didn't feel all that genuine tbh - it was some of the most contrived, cringe dialogue I read in my life - and also it was a disappointment, because it shifted away from their PLF-war "Who is saved by the heroes?" - "Who saves heroes?" dynamic and built instead a simplistic "oh people find me creepy" "you are cute" kind of dynamic. All the rage / grief Toga carried about Twice, a possible confrontation with Hawks, etc. was thrown out for whatever we got.

But because it's simplistic, people can understand it easily and Hori bloated it as well with large extra panels - which let the emotions breathe.

I think in Izuku vs Shigaraki he was in trouble because he wanted to make Deku look both like a badass MC kicking the butt of his villain, but also as the compassionate person he is supposed to be.

To be fair to Izuku, I think he went even further than Ochako in reaching out - literally losing his arms in the process to respond to Tenko's need for validation, but all he got was a crappy little panel, where even the flashback is way bigger than what is actually happening.

Still, Tenko and Deku did get the equivalent of the floating girls panel.

But because their dynamic wasn't a 2-way dynamic, but they carried the AFO vs OFA plot with AFO, the vestiges, Deku as the MC carried every extra's highlight they didn't get a full chapter like 395 which did nothing but linger on naked Toga's emotions to make a decision to save Uraraka.

They got instead AFO comeback, Tenko's life being invalidated after Deku just validated it, the whole "everyone is becoming heroes together". There are 5 chapters worth of speedy checklist of plotlines:

Pointless AFO gave

Sero, Satou, etc. group

Aizawa - Mic - Kurogiri

Deku has no arm - Eri's horn -Deku has arm

Everyone arrives

Todorokis come back - Sero spotlight

Everyone helps Deku get to AFO with hasty spotlights on several characters

All Might / US pilots

The fucking US president - why? who knows

Ochako on the helicopter

Then we get more AFO flashbacks

Bakugou surprise return - obligatory glazing session - pointless reference to rivalry plot

And then, only then do we get back to Izuku and Tomura/Tenko. And if Hori had the same interest in drawing them as he had in drawing girls' bodies, he could have put this comeback in a chapter of its own like 395 - where he shows Tenko being saved by Nana, where he gives him a POV in joining the attack against AFO, where he acknowledges what Deku did for him, etc. But instead of luxurious and drawn in detail double pages, the boys get empty panels with awkward dialogue and some low quality doodles.

Like it's the same storybeat - but Horikoshi put effort into drawing the girls and next to zero effort into drawing Izuku and Tomura.

And yes, he's burnt out and what-not, but then he had 4 months to fix the volume, and still did only very little corrections to the Shigaraki - Deku scene. He could have expanded on Tenko and Nana (I expected he would), but instead, all he drew was more Toga and Uraraka.

At this point, there is no other explanation than Hori just got obsessed with his female characters and was drawing them for his own pleasure rather than fixing the lackluster treatment he gave to his MC and Shigaraki.

[whtepony]

𝘼𝘾𝙌𝙐𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 - k.b (pt.7)

ft. bakugo x fem reader

warnings: none

notes: katsuki bakugo does not know how to say sorry but he can try !! 3+4 not your pov

sero keeping him in check 🫶🏻

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[miyamoratsumuu]

PREPARE TO BE SICKK OF ME!!

can i request Apple cider by beabadoobee, acappella ft sero (i hope i did this right 😓)

APPLE CIDER

Apple Cider by beabadoobee, acapella ver. ft. Hanta Sero

⋆ he didn't like you that much. right?

⋆ sero hanta x female reader (reader was referred to as "she" once) ⋆ written in 2nd pov, wc: 1.3k ⋆ this request is from the 400 followers event!! mha masterlist ⋆ other notes: one swear word (fuck) & sero's a flirt (i think)

“want some?” hanta extended his arm to offer you a cup of apple cider. the two of you were seated next to each other in the dorm's common room. you had a couch all to yourselves, as the rest of your classmates shared the other seats.

“no thanks, I already had some earlier.” he raised a brow at you as if you just told a blatant lie. he leaned closer to you, his head now right beside yours. did someone turn up the heat? you heard hanta sniff beside you which caused you to turn your head to face him. since when did he get so close? you would’ve fallen off the couch if it wasn’t for hanta’s quick reflexes. 

“I had some earlier, she said. dude your hair smells like fruit punch. what are you talking about?” his hand was still around your wrist as he sarcastically questioned you with a smirk. okay, someone definitely turned up the heat now. you pulled your arm away from his grip as you fixed your position on the couch. you were sitting directly beside hanta now, not facing his direction.

“yeah yeah, whatever. I’ll have some later.” a chuckle sounded beside you and just as you suspected, it came from hanta. as you looked at him through your peripheral vision, you couldn’t help but let out a smile yourself. 

it had always been like this with hanta. every little thing he did seemed to make your heart ache in a good way, as you described it. even so, you managed to convince yourself that you didn’t even like him that much. the way he made your heart flutter when he looked at you a certain way, the way you always let out a smile even when he was teasing you, and the way one of you would constantly sneak into the other’s dorm during your official movie nights did not mean anything.

for what seemed like the whole time you knew each other, it was an alternating routine for the two of you to “subtly” flirt with one another. one time at a casual training with the whole class was the first time hanta saw you with your hair all tied up in a ponytail. he didn’t realize he was staring until kaminari bumped into him causing the both of them to hit the ground. 

“gee dude, what was that for?” hanta began to sit up from his position on the floor, sending a glare towards jirou who was laughing behind him. “what do you mean what was that for?!” kaminari sat up as well, frantically waving his hands in front of him. 

“you’re the one that’s not supposed to be just standing there!” he gestured toward hanta to emphasize his point. jirou wiped the tears from her eyes as she finally walked towards the two on the floor. she reached out her hand to help hanta stand up, making kaminari send them a look. the girl sighed and offered kaminari a hand too. 

“thanks for the laugh, but uh” jirou paused as she eyed hanta. “kaminari’s right, we were supposed to be sparring with partners minutes ago, while you’re still there giving y/n googly eyes.” 

“no I was not!” hanta immediately denied jirou’s claim, as he glanced between his friends.

“uh huh, whatever dude. keep lying to yourself.” kaminari gave the tape hero a pat on the back before he and jirou went back to their sparring. hanta turned to look back at the direction he last saw you. he immediately regretted it when he found you looking back at him with a raised brow. he looked away, the tips of his ears now a shade of red. he didn’t like you that much, he assured himself.

that wasn’t the only “incident” between the two of you that caused one or both of you to have red ears and faces. when hanta walked into class with his hair half up and half down, you gave him a chuckle, reasoning that you liked the idea of his hairstyle. but it could use some fixing. your time before your first teacher arrived in the classroom was spent making sure hanta’s hair was tied up properly. for the following weeks, he insisted on wearing his hair like that and having you tie it for him.

on a day out with friends, he complimented the jumper you wore. since then, you made sure to immediately wash it after wearing it so you could use it the next time you were out with him. speaking of days out, the two of you would always be a pair whenever you were in public. one of you could never be found without the other, with the way you were always found talking to each other, hand in hand. 

it was a push and pull between you and hanta, the both of you were so painfully obvious with your feelings but neither of you would be straightforwardly admit it. you had gotten so used to dancing around the topic, that even your classmates were close to ripping their hair out because of it. you were the best of friends, and the both of you were already content with what you had. though neither of you could deny that both of you had wanted to be more than that every so often. 

unfortunately, that was still the case while you’re right beside hanta right now. the cup of apple cider was still in his hand but the smile he wore earlier was replaced with a look of concern. “you okay there? you zoned out on me.”

“huh? I- yeah, I’m fine.” you lightly shook your head to get rid of the thoughts plaguing your mind. he still gave you a look, but dropped it as he guessed you weren’t going to tell him what was on your mind anyway. 

“if you say so. you’re staring was pretty intense, I didn’t have anything on my face though.” he started to lean close to you again, leaving a small space between your faces. you hated that you loved to do that. “what? you have a crush on me or something?”

you didn’t let yourself get speechless again as you snarked back at him instantly. “crush? on you? what are we hanta, fifth graders? and plus, maybe it’s you who has a crush on me with how much you’ve been getting in my personal space today.”

it was a challenge with how you leaned towards him too, now there really was little to no space between you. and, bingo. he was the flustered one this time. it was pretty easy to guess anyway, hanta’s ears get so unbelievably red whenever he was caught off guard. you liked that look on him, it was cute. 

“get a room dumbasses!” bakugou’s voice boomed throughout the room, causing both you and hanta to flinch away from each other. you sent the blonde a glare, and he only rolled his eyes in return. hanta cleared his throat beside you.

“so, uh- are we still up for later? I just restocked the snacks in my room.” he spoke so slowly, as if you were going to call the pros on him for asking. your back was facing him, so you turned to answer his question. he was setting his cup down on the coffee table in front of you, and turned to meet your eyes.

“yeah, of course. I’ll find a way to sneak in.” you breathe out a laugh before you continue. “again. I’ll bring the apple cider and fruit punch too.”

“that’s what I like to hear. I have a movie to watch in mind already.” his smirk was back on his face. god, you hated it when he did that. and before he could keep talking, you interrupted him. “I’ll just get you a refill of this, I’ll be back.”

you grabbed his empty cup from the table, and stood up from the couch in a rush. hanta’s eyes followed your figure until it disappeared when you turned to the kitchen. he chuckled and lightly shook his head. fuck, maybe he did like you that much. 

a/n: THIS REQUEST WAS SO CUTE AAAAAACK I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT this was definitely self-indulgent, I'm sorry I won't even try to deny it</3 and you did this super right rosie, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!! I hope you enjoyed<3

also the images are like weird and not placed properly on my laptop but on my phone they look ok so idk idk pls let me know if they're like placed vertically for you too tyvm 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️