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જ⁀➴ chapter nine: ruined leggings

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, handjob + blowjob, kinda femdom, kiri's rutting, bit of a blood kink, emphasis on consent and boundaries, smau + fic, 4.2k words

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a/n: texts to eiji from your pov + '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + on my femdom campaign + no, omega's aren't like snakes + reader mentions stress around maintaining her appearance

fic underneath smau

also i give zero fucks about how humungous his cock is like… idfc if it’s the girth of a soda can and the length of a truck. i don’t need it that big and i don’t think that's a topic i’ll really be discussing unless the fic is specifically focused on size kink. average cocks are okay ladies and twinks and everyone in-between!

You’re at the grocery store in the snack aisle. Eijiro pushes the shopping cart as all real men do. He stands behind you as you look at all the snacks on the shelf.

You turn to gaze at him and say, “There’s so many. Which ones do you wanna get?”

“Get whichever you like, baby,” he says as he smiles at you gently. You nod and turn back around, focusing on your snack selection. Somehow, the household has already finished the bajillion boxes of pocky Hanta bought for you during his rut. So, you grab a couple of boxes of your favourite flavours and some others you know the boys like. You walk down the aisle, searching for anything familiar.

Eijiro watches as you pick up a bag of rice crackers and turn them over. He finds your curiosity heart-warming. It makes him relax, and he gets lost in his admiration of you.

And, of course, his rut is not making it any better. He wants to wrap you up in his arms, hold you tight, and not let you go until everything returns to normal. He’s so absorbed in his thoughts he doesn’t realise you’re calling out to him until you rest a hand on his shoulder.

“Eiji,” you pout. “Everything okay?” He stares at you dumbly, seeming to wake up from his daze.

He nods frantically and stutters, “Y-yea yea baby, I’m fine. Is that all you want?” You hum in response and walk down the aisle. His red eyes latch onto the holy sight of your rounded buns in those leggings. It makes him gulp nervously. He tries to tear his gaze away, but he can’t. Not when you’re walking so far in front of him, looking so delicious.

When you get to the checkout, you start piling the snacks onto the conveyor belt. As you bend over to reach your pocky, Eijiro looks down. He swears he doesn’t mean to! But good lords, does he need to get out of this grocery store and get you out of those leggings.

You put your pocky on the belt as it moves and greet the shop assistant. You look back at your alpha as he stiffly pays for the snacks and grabs the bags, not letting you carry a single one, of course.

On the ride home, he’s very quiet. Once you pull up to your home, you notice how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel from his white knuckles. He turns off the engine and just before he gets out, you place a hand on his bicep.

“Eijiro,” you say gently. “What’s wrong, honey? Are you feeling alright?” He glares at the dashboard with a tense jaw. He’s clenching it so hard you can see the veins popping out. You lean over to place your other hand on his cheek but he grabs your wrist mid-air.

He turns his head rigidly and says through tight teeth, “Please, y/n. I’m fine.” You whine at his harsh-sounding words. You nod and draw your hands back, getting out of the car. The boot pops open and you walk to the back of the car. You lift one of the shopping bags out but Eijiro’s already beside you, prying it from your hands.

“Go inside,” he says coldly. Much more coldly than he intended to. You hum-whine in response and let go of the bag. You power walk up the driveway, eager to give him some space. As you step inside, you kick off your sneakers and run up to the entrance hall. You head to the bathroom and freshen yourself up before going to the kitchen.

Entering, you see Eijiro putting the snacks away. You come behind him and help him unpack the snacks. He gazes at you with a creased brow and tight jaw every so often. Because, unfortunately for him, you’re still in your activewear. It only takes dropping a box of choco pies and you bending over temptingly to pick them up, which drives him over the edge. He snatches the box from your hands and throws it off to the side.

You squeal as he grabs your hips and pulls you into him, smashing his lips on yours. You cup his cheeks and arch your back as his thick, muscular arm encircles your waist. His other hand captures the squishy flesh of your ass. You moan into his lips as he presses his body firmly to yours, his erection flush against your lower tummy.

His sharp teeth graze your bottom lip and gently nip at it, causing you to moan louder. You melt into his hold as his tongue pries your mouth open and takes ownership of it. You move to his rhythm, however he wants it.

The way he dominates you… you know that he’ll keep you safe and make you feel good. Your fingers slip into his gelled-up hair and mess up the locks at the back of his neck. You mewl his name into his lips as both of his hands squeeze your ass.

You’re breathless by the time he pulls away. Spit connects your lips, making your alpha grin as the little strings snap. You look up at him with big eyes as you pant. He licks his lips and gently kisses you from the corner of your mouth to your hairline.

He whispers, “Sorry, baby. I just—”

You cut him off with a hum. “No,” you breathe out. “It’s okay. I understand.” You smile as you brush your nose against his ear lovingly.

He chuckles low in your ear, “No, baby. I don’t think you understand.”

You hum and challenge him, “What don’t I understand?” You pull back so that you can see his face. With his eyes on you, you look down, gesturing to the bulge pressing into you.

He clears his throat and says, “What you don’t understand is that you shouldn’t wear these tight fuckin’ leggings when I’m rutting. I’m like a fuckin’ predator, right now.”

You giggle, “Tell me something I don’t know.” You tilt your head to the side sweetly, encouraging him to go on. Eijiro looks away from you and takes a deep breath. As his kind eyes settle on yours again, he leans down and presses his lips back on yours.

This time, you kiss tamely. His large hands have finally moved on from your ass cheeks (for now); one now cups the back of your neck while the other rests between your shoulder blades. You moan as he has another soft nibble on your lower lip. The feeling of his sharp teeth biting down into your flesh like that unleashes something primitive within you. A desire that could be yours, or exist solely because you’re an omega.

As the flesh rebounds from his nip, you pull away. Lips ghosting his, you whisper, “Please, do that again.” No further instruction is needed as Eijiro kisses you and bites your lower lip once more. This time, he bites a little bit harder. At the pressure, you moan and grip onto his locks, pulling his head back slightly.

With a groan, he pulls back. His strong hands trail down to your hips and grip them tightly. He draws you impossibly closer so that your forehead rests against the crook of his neck. He lightly kisses the shell of your ear before nibbling down on it. The sensations have you mewling in his hold as his teeth pull on your earlobe before letting it go.

He whispers, “Need you so fuckin’ bad, babygirl.” You hum below his ear. He continues with desperation lacing his voice, “Can I?”

“Can you what?” You mumble into his skin. He sighs and squeezes your hips extra tight. You squeal at the tightness of his grip, calling his name. He lets go and gently rubs your sides up and down.

“Can I have you? Right here, right now?” He asks low as he sways your hips. You don’t respond for a little. As you think, you rest the side of your head down while your hands release his hair and wrap around his shoulders. You can hear the thumping of his heartbeat and feel the eternal heat of his body. You sigh into his embrace, moulding further to his solid frame.

At last, you say quietly, “It depends on what you want. And besides, we’re in the kitchen. Anyone could walk in right now.”

Eijiro chuckles, “They won’t. Well—” He shrugs. “Maybe Denki will. But the others will be repelled, trust me.” You laugh and lift your head off his pec.

“So,” you say as you raise an eyebrow. “What do you want from me?” He grumbles at your words and shakes his head.

He says low, “It’s not a transaction, sweetheart—”

You hum and chime in, “Of course not! I just mean, what would you like to do together?” He groans and thumbs the delicate skin over your cheekbone. He leans down and kisses the spot softly like you’re made of porcelain.

He draws back and says, “Honestly, I wanna bend you over that bench and have my way with you.” He nods to the side, signalling to the kitchen bench. You hum in response.

You take a deep breath in and say, “I don’t really feel like doing that right now.” And it’s true. With how worked up Denki had you just a few days ago, you were not ready for a part two to that. And definitely not one that involved penetrative sex.

Eijiro tries to hide his disappointment, but you feel the slump of his shoulders and see the velvety pink coating his cheeks. You cup his cheeks and pull his forehead down to yours. You close your eyes and enjoy having him close for a moment before breaking the silence, “But I’m happy to do other things like pleasure you.” He hums low.

“And I want you to mark me if you want to?” You say smiling. Your alpha pulls back and nods.

He kisses your forehead and sighs into your skin, “’Course I want to, babe. Is it really okay though, if we just focus on me?” You hum and nod. You smile wide and press a soft kiss to his lips.

You whisper sweetly, “I’d like nothing more.” Your alpha draws you into a passionate kiss. Your hands roam each other’s bodies as he pushes you back against the kitchen bench. You moan into his mouth as his tongue swirls around yours.

Soon, his lips are trailing down your jaw and neck. You bite the side of your lip as he nibbles on your soft skin. It drives you insane with how good it feels. Who knew you’d enjoy his sharp teeth marking you up like this? Your hands grip his shoulders as he sucks a particularly brutal hickey among the constellations left by your whimpering blond. You sigh with pleasure.

Eijiro’s lips brush over your freshly healed mark, and you moan. He drags his tongue across your neck just above the scar, making you squeal excitedly. He nips at the side, relishing in the sound of your pleasure.

Finally, he bites down to mark you. The squelching sound of his razor-sharp teeth piercing your skin has you screaming out in pain. And then, you moan in ecstasy. Your blood overflows and drips down his chin as he quickly pulls away. Your alpha licks his lips quickly before licking your bleeding wound. You chew on your bottom lip as you attempt to stay quiet.

Every lap of that metallic-tasting substance has you gazing at the heavens above. You’re so close. Just one more and you’ll be mated to all of your alphas.

Once your blood begins to clot, Eijiro stops licking and sucking on your mark. He gazes into your eyes and cups your cheeks, whispering to you how well you’re doing right now. You giggle and wipe off the streaks of blood staining his chin and neck.

“Here,” he grunts. He pulls off his shirt and wipes your hands with it (he’s such a fucking gentleman arf arf arf). Tossing it to the side, he asks, “You alright, sweetheart?” You hum and nod as a grin stretches across your lips. You press your forehead to his and you two take a moment to breathe.

His chest heaves with yours as he wraps his arms tight around you and pulls you into his embrace. All is quiet while you bask in each other’s presence.

You hum happily and gaze up at your mate. He grins down at you, and you lean up for a short kiss. You can taste your blood lingering on his lips. But rather than killing the mood, it only adds to it. Tasting the iron, you moan and swoon into him.

He kisses you in a way that’s so consuming and deep yet so tame; lips and tongue intertwine but don’t force. It’s a mutual kind of kiss where both of you are as hungry yet calm as each other. You both know that you have as long as you’d like to explore one another.

You gently push him back by his chest and say, “It’s my turn, okay?” He caresses your cheek while his brows slightly furrow.

“You sure you’re alright? You okay with doing this?” You nod enthusiastically and place the most tender little kiss on the tip of his nose.

You giggle, “Just relax. I know what I’m doing.” With his hands on your hips, he shifts your bodies so that he’s leaning against the kitchen bench. You smirk and stroke his chest and abs up and down.

You meet his eyes as you say, “Did I ever tell you how much I love your home gym?” He chuckles and kisses your cheek.

“Oh yea?” He mutters into your skin. You laugh and lean into him for a moment before drawing back. You stretch up and kiss his sharp jaw, your lips setting his skin on fire. He groans as you kiss down his Adam’s apple and suck on the tip of his collarbone. The little choked-up noises he makes for you make you grin all cocky.

You suck on the spot right below his ear, making him moan. Your hands glide down his firm abs one last time before you grip the waistband of his sweats. He grunts pathetically as you bite his neck harshly while your hand dips and grabs his stiff cock through his briefs.

You moan against his neck as you feel just how fucking hard and leaky his cock is for you right now. You’re embarrassed to admit it, but you love having these very attractive men whining like whores just for you (or is that just me😁).

You slide your hand up and down Eijiro’s length while you continue sucking hickeys all over him. Once you’re content with how purple his neck and shoulders are going to be tomorrow, you get down on your knees. You pull down his sweatpants and squeal as you see his bulge through those dreadful briefs. But you wanna keep them on for now.

Sucking in your bottom lip, you trace the outline of his heavy cock with your fingertips. He whimpers like the little slut he is as you apply pressure to his tip. You continue stroking him through his briefs until he bucks his hips into your hands, desperate for more friction. You remove your hands from him and pull off his your hoodie. You gaze up at him as you unclasp the hooks of your sports bra and slide it down your arms, releasing your breasts.

Your mate groans as you take off his boxers and throw them in a heap with your other clothes. You moan as you gaze at his dripping cock. He’s leaking so much pre-cum, and his head is so red and angry-looking. And his balls look so heavy. You cup them in one hand while your other hand grabs his tip. You squeeze the head of his cock as you lean in and suck on one of his balls.

Seeing you on your knees like this for him has Eijiro groaning and subconsciously clenching the edge of the kitchen bench. You take his other ball in your mouth before pulling back and spitting on his cock.

Grinning, you mix the pre-cum and spit and spread it down his shaft. Once you’re satisfied, you start jerking him off with both hands. Such rouses a delightful array of sounds from your mate.

You look up at him as you say, “Do you like that, baby? Want me to go faster?” He groans and bites his lip as his crimson eyes gaze into yours.

“F-feels so good, princess. Just k-keep doing that for me,” he grunts. You hum in response and continue your pace.

If you’re being honest, the sight of his weeping cock and the sounds of his pants and groans make your panties pool with slick. Right now, his pleasure is everything to you. You’d do anything to keep him moaning and spilling pre-cum. As long as he likes this and feels good, that’s all that matters to you. You do wish though, that you had taken your leggings off before you started jerking him off, as your hands are far too sticky right now to touch anything but your alpha’s cock.

You shift up on your knees and bring his cock to your mouth.

As soon as your lips are wrapped around his leaky tip, Eijiro rasps, “Fuck! Baby, fuck!” Your mouth is so fucking hot and wet it makes his eyes roll back. You suck on the tip before sliding down his shaft.

You take as much of him into your mouth as you can (which admittedly isn’t as much as you thought it would be) before pulling back. With both of your hands wrapped around his base, you bob your head up and down on his cock.

Your mate moans loudly, feeling your searing tongue pressing hard on his underside. The stimulation makes his knees feel weak. But he’s a man, and after resting back on the bench for a minute or two, he stands unsupported on his two feet.

His hands thread into your hair while he praises you, “Such a good fucking girl for me, baby. Taking me so well.” You moan on his cock. The vibrations from your mouth trigger a fresh batch of pre-cum to spill down your throat. Being the good girl that you are, you suck even harder on his cock and gulp down his pre-cum.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Tryna milk me, aren't cha?” You moan even more around his length, desperate to make him drip even more. He curses as even more of the salty cream spreads across your tastebuds.

You keep sucking him for a couple of minutes before he grunts out, “Fuck, baby! Stop! Stop!” Confused, you immediately stop and pull off his cock. You crane your head up and gaze into his lust-hazy eyes.

You tilt your head to the side and ask, “What’s wrong, Eiji? Did it not feel good or—”

“No,” he cuts you off. You stay quiet as he takes a few deep breaths. As he does, you notice that you’re panting too. You take the time to calm down with him.

“No, baby, you’re perfect. You’re so perfect,” he sighs and smiles down at you. You nod, and he continues, “Just wanna try something else. That okay?” You hum in response.

Eijiro grabs his shaft and motions with his finger for you to come closer. You obey and he slides the tip back between your lips. You suck on it hard and he moans. One hand tangles in your locks and pulls you off his cock.

“Just let me, yea?” He grunts. You hum and take his head back in your mouth. He lets go of his base and curls his other fingers into your hair. Holding your head, he slowly bucks his hips, fucking his cock into your mouth. He pushes in until his balls hit your spit-soaked chin. You choke on his length and gasp, causing him to draw himself out completely.

“You okay, bub?” He says, concerned. His brow is creased as he stares at you with wide eyes. You nod, and he pushes all of your hair back before bringing his hips closer to your face. You grab his cock and guide it into your mouth. This time, he eases most of it into your mouth before drawing back out. And then pushing back in.

Your mate builds up a steady rhythm of fucking your pretty mouth with his cock. You rest your hands on his thighs and focus on breathing through your nose so you don’t choke.

When Eiji’s eyes aren’t on your pouty lips wrapped around his shaft, or rolling to the back of his skull, he’s gazing into your doe eyes. They look so big and innocent, deliciously contrasting the rather unholy things you’re doing to each other right now.

His hips rut faster as he feels that tight coiling in his stomach. He pants and groans as he hits the back of your throat over and over again with the tip of his cock. You moan around him as he keeps fucking your mouth.

Suddenly, he pushes your head down until your nose tickles his neatly trimmed pubes. You choke on his cock, but he pushes his length in slightly more. Your eyes water as you stare up at him, watching his sharp teeth grit. He then fucks your throat with quick, rough, and small thrusts. Your fingers press into his toned thighs as you gag on his cock.

He grunts out between thrusts, “Yea, fuck-baby that’s it. Good girl. Just a little more f’me, yea? Almost there, pretty girl.” You whine on his cock as tears drip down your cheeks.

Eijiro pulls out slightly as his knot swells. At once, you feel his hot seed shoot down the back of your throat. Your squeal is muffled as you pull off his cock and jerk him with your hand.

His cum spills down your chin and chest, and you cover your mouth with your other hand as you cough from the thick cream coating your throat. He groans your name loudly as he watches his cum drip down your beautiful tits and tummy.

By the time you’re jerking those last little dribbles of blazing white seed, you’re absolutely covered in it. Luckily, you’ve stopped coughing and now, you’re just crying a little. With a whine, you stand up.

Your alpha pulls you into his arms. He rubs your back with his wide hands and brings your face to nuzzle into his neck. You hold each other as you both calm down. He gently cups your cheeks and pulls your head back so he can look at you.

He thumbs your under-eyes, wiping away your tears. He then wipes the seed from your lips and chin with his fingers. You laugh sweetly as he looks down at his fingers. You lean forward and brush your nose against his.

“So messy, aren’t you?” You tease him. He chuckles and kisses you tenderly. You moan into his lips and move your hands to his chest, feeling the sticky mess of his cum covering the both of you.

He can taste himself all over your lips and tongue. The saltiness makes him groan. He nips your lower lip just the way you like it, making you mewl.

He draws away and nuzzles your neck, asking softly, “Let me clean you up?” You giggle and rest your head back on his shoulder.

You hum and say, “Okayyyyy. But no fooling around in the shower. Denki’s already tired me out for the next month.”

He chuckles low and grumbles, “Fucker.” He grabs you beneath your knees and carries you across his body.

As he walks to the bathroom, you ask, “But what about the kitchen? I think we made a mess there too.”

Eijiro hums, “Don’t worry ‘bout it, princess. I’ll clean it up after I put you to bed. You must be exhausted.” You nod, noticing how easily he carries you with one hand while he slides the bathroom door open.

You mumble into his warm, tanned skin, “I am. That’s so embarrassing.” He sets you down in the shower and turns on the water.

Shaking his head, your mate says, “No, it’s not. You have to handle all of us. It’s not a surprise you’d be tired.”

You hum, “But I’ve barely done anything.” He steps forward and gestures to your leggings. You bite your lip as you look down, seeing how ruined they are from his cum.

You nod and say, “Yea, go ahead.” Eijiro steps close to you and crouches down, shimmying your leggings down.

As he does, he says, “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re not used to this yet.” You hum in response while your hands thread through his wet, red-leaking locks.

“Hey Eiji,” you say quietly. He hums as you step out of your leggings. “You owe me a new pair. You know that, right?” He throws them out of the shower in the corner of the bathroom. He then wraps his strong arms around you and draws you under the water with him.

He chuckles above your ear, “Sure do.”

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their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter two: touching grass

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, hurt/comfort, smau + fic, katsuki's kinda mean, 2.1k words

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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov

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It’s been a week since you were sold to your alphas. It had been absolutely shocking to find out that you had been bought to share between FOUR alphas. Not one, not two, but FOUR?!

You had stayed in the bathroom until nightfall, crying and washing your face and then crying again. When you came out, the two alphas you met earlier told you their names and those of your other alphas. You learnt that Eijiro was the tall, sharp redhead and Denki was the sheepish blond. You met Hanta that night when he came back from patrol. He, like the rest, seemed okay. Not too pushy or aggressive like most alphas. Or was that all an act?

Eijiro told you that you could have his room and that he would be moving things out over the next couple of weeks. The next morning, you crept out of his room, wearing Denki’s ‘THUNDER BOLT’ t-shirt. You intended to go to the kitchen but failed miserably since you have no navigational skills. You ended up stumbling into an empty bedroom. There was a bed in the centre of the room and All Might posters on the walls. You saw a shelf of the grinning hero’s figurines and walked over to it. As you inspected all the little All Might’s, the door slid harshly open. Its hinges rattled loudly as a spiky blond stalked into the room.

He was in a black shirt that hugged his godly muscles and had a scowl on his face. He threw a duffel bag in the corner, making you jump and yelp. Hearing you, he stopped in his tracks and looked right at you. He growled at you and asked what you were doing in his room. You stuttered out that you were lost and he gave you directions to the kitchen. You nodded and ran out of the room, thoroughly unnerved and afraid of your final alpha, Katsuki.

Since then, you’ve avoided him like the plague. Most days, you spent curled up in Eijiro’s your room, trying to process everything that’s happened. The redhead would come in and out, saying ‘Hi’ and talking to you as he packed his things. You offered to help him on more than one occasion, but he always turned you down, saying that you shouldn’t have to lift a finger as his omega. His… chivalry made you smile but it also frightened you. Would he turn out to be one of those alphas who thought that omegas only existed for breeding? You hoped not.

Today, the sun was bright overhead. The chirps of birds and insects hum filter into your room from the open window. This morning, Eijiro told you that you would have the house to yourself today.

“And don’t stay in ‘ere all day, okay? Get out. Get some sun. It’ll make you feel better,” he said grinning. You nodded and wished him and everyone else a good day before he left.

Now, you are contemplating whether to take his advice. You know you can’t leave. You’re all alone in a foreign country except for the alphas that own you. Who can you run to? Where else can you go? And this isn’t so bad, you think. Not yet, anyway. You take a deep breath in and resolve to stop rotting in your bed. You get up and slide the door open. Leaving the room, you decide to walk around the house. You haven’t since your first morning when you encountered a certain someone.

You open almost every door you come across, very curious about your alpha’s house. You stumble into Denki’s room. You can tell it’s his because of that citrusy scent… and because of the lightning bolt iconography and animal prints. You don’t want to stay too long in case he can smell you when he gets back. But you can’t help yourself. You wander about the room carefully so you don’t trip on dirty clothes strewn about the floor. You notice a yellow electric guitar in the corner. It draws you in and you kneel beside it. Your fingertips lightly caress the strings.

Next, you find Hanta and Eijiro’s room (you assume by the opposing styles). Gaming set-up vs ‘manly’ motivational posters. It makes you giggle. And it makes your heart flutter. Eijiro has sacrificed his personal space so you could have some. Is that the action of someone out to hurt you? You’re not so sure.

You come across the home gym, laundry, store room… By the time you’re finished exploring, your tummy rumbles. But now, you can’t remember the way to the kitchen. You try walking back to Katsuki’s room which you peeked into but all of sudden, you can’t remember which one that is either. You huff in frustration and try your best to navigate the hallways. But to no avail. You swear you’ve seen that same vase of flowers now in the last three hallways. Or are they all the same hallway?

Sighing, you slide open the door closest to you. Your eyes are closed as you push it to the side. You hope it’s the kitchen. You open your eyes one at a time and find yourself in a large room. At the centre is a square wooden bath. Hesitantly, you walk up to it. Coming closer, you make out little jets lining the inside of the bath, and you realise that what you’re looking at isn’t a bath but a hot tub. The sight of it, sunlight streaming in from the windows illuminating the clear water fills you up with warmth. Part of you wants to jump in while the other part knows better. Maybe later, you think.

You’re uncertain how to turn the hot tub on anyway so you decide to ask Eijiro about it when he gets back. You then leave the room. Shutting the door behind you softly, you trudge down down the hall with slumped shoulders. You eventually find the kitchen and cut up some fruit for lunch, filling a bowl with berries, mango, and figs.

Smiling, you take it with you as you open the glass back door. You step out and take a deep breath of fresh air. You leave your house slippers on the short porch and wander around the untidy garden barefoot. After finding a large rock to sit on — moss climbing the sides of it — you munch on your fruit and take in the cacophony of insect calls, the faint whirring of cars, and the birdsong. You watch a ladybug crawl up a blade of grass and the pigeons flap overhead. It puts you at ease. Something you haven’t felt in a long time.

Maybe life isn’t so bad, you think. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. A gift. Of a domestic life. But is that what you want? To just stay home all of the time, take care of the kids, and do all of the cooking and cleaning?

You’ve always wanted to pursue a career despite being an omega. You didn’t want to be tied down by your secondary gender. No, you wanted a rich and fulfilling life. To work and to be proud of your independence. But after graduating and facing the harsh reality that is the workforce for omegas in industries they “don’t belong in”, you couldn’t help but question your place in the world.

Secretly, you have relished in the thought of living an ‘omega’ life. But now that you’ve been thrust into your daydream, is it truly what you want? Have the aggressive alpha bosses and lack of omega inclusion in the workforce turned you off from it completely? Or, do you just need to “toughen up”? Is that something you’re capable of? Is that a denial of who you are? Could this new life you’ve been given somehow be a good thing?

Maybe you are getting ahead of yourself, you think. What does enjoying nature have to do with any of this? But you feel helpless. You’re bordering on the edge of a decision that’s practically been made for you. And you’re not as opposed to it as you were a week ago. Is this what locking yourself up in an alpha’s bedroom does to you?

Once you finish eating your fruit, you continue to walk around the garden. You duck below branches and step over shrubs, looking up, down, and around at anything and everything you can see. And you do so until the bright blue skies fade into apricot silk and violet.

You manage to find your way back to the house. As you slip on your house shoes, you hear clacking and thudding from inside. You gently push the door open and close it quietly behind you, sneaking back into the kitchen.

The sounds come from down the hallway. They’re loud and you can hear the muffle of your alphas speaking. You tiptoe on the wooden flooring, doing your best not to disturb them as you head to the bathroom — you’re eager to wash the dirt off your feet. You’re passing the screen door of the living room when it abruptly opens. An oh-so-tall and intimidating blond stares down at you harshly.

You laugh nervously as you stutter, “H-hey.”

He scowls at you, “Where were you?” He grabs your upper arm and drags you into the room, your other alphas watching with wide eyes. You cry out at the tightness of his grip as he thrusts you forward, and your back hits a solid wall of muscle. You’re whimpering as you turn around and see your favourite alpha (so far). You notice he’s not wearing a shirt, his rippled muscles on full display. The belt of his pants has a red ‘R’. Must be his hero attire, you think.

His large, tanned hand comes to your shoulder, and he rubs it gently. He says to you in a gentle voice, “Are you okay? We were so worried about you.” You shake your head and look back at Katsuki whose glaring daggers into you. You let out another whimper on instinct and your scent sours. It’s painfully obvious by the way you stay close to Eijiro’s exposed, warm body how afraid you are of the man across from you.

Eijiro raises a hand as he says, “You’re freaking her out, Bakubro. Lay off.”

Katsuki barks out, “Little brat deserves it after how much trouble she’s caused us.” Hanta places a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder which the angry blond immediately shrugs off.

“Bro, you need to calm down,” Hanta says. You look back up at Eijiro and take in the tightness of his jaw from this angle. You let out another whimper, upset and confused by this situation. Eijiro tilts his head down to glance at you.

He gently coos, “It’s okay. Katsuki is just a bit worked up right now because we couldn’t find you.” You shake your head.

You say quietly as you point to the side, “I was outside. Just like you told me.” Eijiro nods and gives the other alphas a look. You gaze down as you bite the side of your lip, chewing on the soft pink flesh in your discomfort. You notice just how dirty your feet are.

Eijiro clears his throat and says softly, “We were calling you, but you mustn’t have heard. Just don’t stay out so late next time, okay? Especially if one of us isn’t with you.” You look up at him and nod, silently praying for this conversation to be over so you can run off to the safety of your room.

The room remains silent for what feels like a century but in reality is a minute or two. During that time, you realise that Eijiro’s hand has slipped from your shoulder and his arm now curls around you protectively. You let out a little whine as you shift.

You almost whisper, “Can I go now?” Eijiro lets go of you as he nods. You scamper out of there and run down the hallway to the bathroom. You slide the door behind you with a sigh and quickly wash your soil-covered feet and hands. Once you wipe them dry, you peek your head out from the bathroom to see if the coast is clear. Certain it is, you power walk back to your bedroom.

Once you step inside, you run over to your bed and flop down, sighing. For the rest of the night, you ignore Eijiro’s knocks and coos to come have dinner. Instead, you let that painful feeling of hunger mix with the sadness lingering in your heart.

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Breakdown

Sero hanta x fem reader

Summary: you’re stressed about school and it’s getting harder everyday to contain yourself, one day it breaks and without thinking you stumble over to your boyfriend sero’s house.

Warnings: pet names: js baby I think, slight panic attack, comfort, swearing, think that’s all

Enjoy!!

School was kicking your ass for sure.

Between balancing exam studies, training, and keeping up with your social life as well as your teacher Aizawa being his usual self and pushing you all to do your best.

The pressure was starting to get to your head, and you were 100% sure you were gonna break down very soon.

You could feel it bubbling in your chest.

Sero, your boyfriend noticed how strangely you had been acting but still understood you were probably under a lot of stress with the upcoming exams. To say that was an understatement though.

You were sat at home your mum was at work, trying to keep up with her schedule, while you were sat at the dinning table with multiple textbooks open in front of you.

You could feel yourself getting more and more frustrated by the minute, your vision becoming clouded with the tears you were trying so hard to keep back.

You couldn’t stop it anymore. You snapped and you just let it happened, you sobbed till you couldn’t breathe not even realising you had stood to you feet, them leading you somewhere, as if in auto pilot.

You were walking and fast at that, but you recognised the familiar driveway as soon as you entered it.

You were at sero’s house. You stopped just outside the door contemplating weather you should knock or not.

Fuck it you thought.

You were already sobbing and shaking uncontrollably and you just needed a hug from your boyfriend.

You knocked once, then twice then a thrid alittle harder when the door swung open, and your met with sero’s mum.

At first glance she was shocked taking in your state.

But when you opened your mouth to ask her

“H-hi is Uhm Sero home? Please I’m sorry I didn’t call I j- I just really need to see him.”

She quickly ushers you inside, hushing you and rubbing the small of your lower back.

She calls out for Sero multiple times telling him to get his ass in here while she sits you down on the couch.

“Sero! Get your ass in here now!”

Sero comes in not understanding what the commotion was about but when he see you in your broken state he rushes over and kneels in front of you.

He has such worry in his eyes, seeing you like this made him wanna cry.

His younger siblings had formed a group around you, making you feel more closed in which Sero noticed instantly seeing how your breathing was becoming more and more unstable, you seem to be slipping out of reality.

He was worried if you kept going you were gonna pass out.

“Everybody needs to leave right now please!”

He shouts even making his mum leave.

Once he sees everybody has left he turns to you.

“Baby.”

He coos

“You need to breathe baby.”

“Han- I-i can’t. please”

“Alright. Okay. It’s okay. Your okay, your with me your safe.”

He is internally panicking, but he needs to be strong for you, even if he ain’t quite to sure what to do.

He gently reaches for your hand being careful not to startle you and places it on his chest.

“Here, try and follow me as best as you can okay? Take your time no pressure baby.”

He takes deep breaths, you following along as best as you can feeling safe with him.

“There you go, atta girl, keep going.”

He praises, your breathing becoming more steady.

You take some more deep breaths, before falling into Sero him catching you, snuggling into his neck, your a lot calmer now but your still sniffing which makes his heart ache.

You guys sit there on the ground you straddling his lap with your head in the crook of his neck, one of his hands cradling your head while the other rests on the lower of your back.

“Baby, what going on? What got you so worked up?”

“It’s just stress from school and stuff han, I’m sorry but I didn’t know where else to go.”

You say looking up at him. He cups your face in both his hands before saying.

“Do not ever apologise for coming to me when you’re upset. I am here for you. That’s what I do.”

You give him a soft smile before responding,

“Thank you.”

You hug into his neck again and he softly responds with an “always”

A couple minutes go by and Sero speaks up suggesting,

“Let’s head to my room okay?”

You nod your head and stand up him taking you by the hand and leading you into his room.

Once you get in there he shuts the curtains leaving it completely dark in there and closes the door behind you guys.

You both get into bed, you laying on top of him, his hand cradling your head once again and his other rubbing soothing circles on your back.

About 15 minutes go by before you feel yourself get droopy and you drift off into slumber, sero’s presence just feels so comforting.

About 40 minutes goes by since you had fallen asleep and Sero is still rubbing circles on your back knowing you need it.

His mum pops her head into his room asking,

“How is she?”

“She’s asleep.”

“Good she needs it.”

“Yeah she really does” he lets out a breathy chuckle

“If either of you need anything, I mean anything let me know okay?”

“Yes ma, thank you”

She shuts the door leaving you two be.

Sero not long falls asleep after that.

When you wake up in sero’s arms you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. How did you get so lucky?

Sero definitely made sure you took breaks when studying and do things to take care of yourself.

You now were also not aloud to study or train without him.

A/N: this one is js so cuteeee. I love love Sero with my whole heart brooo

OBVIOUSLY NOT FORCING BUT MORE SERO HANTA SMAUS PLEASE YOU SMAUS ARE SO GOOD I NEED MORE AND SERO IS HUZZ😔🤍

low dose | h. sero

in which you didn't expect to like your dealer, but he keeps replying to your overly enthusiastic texts like it's normal.

tell my mom we're in love | h. sero

fake dating wasn't on your holiday to-do list—until sero invited you home for tamales and chaos (3525 words)

you regretted this the moment you stepped out of the dormitory and into the sharp chill of mid-december air, a duffel bag hanging off one shoulder and your dignity already teetering on the edge. trailing beside you was hanta sero, practically vibrating with the smug energy of a man who had just talked his best friend into making the worst decision of her academic career.

and technically, he had.

somewhere between his mother's increasingly invasive matchmaking attempts and his inability to say the word "no" like a normal person, he'd decided the solution was to invent a girlfriend. and of course, of course, he'd chosen you.

"come on," he said now, as a cab idled at the curb, white exhaust curling into the crisp air like smoke from a slow-burning disaster. "tell me this won't be fun. just a little bit."

"i think i'm too emotionally aware to find this fun," you muttered, hoisting your bag into the trunk as he leaned beside you with his usual careless grace.

sero grinned—that unbothered, insufferably pretty grin that always made it harder to stay annoyed with him for long. "emotionally aware, huh? sounds like you're already getting into character."

you leveled him with a look. "if i'm your girlfriend, you're going to need to stop flirting like a golden retriever with a god complex."

"babe," he said, slipping into the backseat beside you with the kind of unearned confidence that should have come with a warning label, "flirting is literally how i survive in social settings. don't take this from me."

you stared out the window, hoping the freezing glass would cool the creeping warmth crawling up your neck. "we're not actually dating, hanta."

"right," he said, and he sounded amused, not wounded. "but we could be really good at it."

you didn't answer. he didn't press.

the cab pulled away from the dorms, and for a moment the silence between you was companionable, like it always had been. you'd known sero for years now—long enough to understand that his laid-back demeanor was as real as it was performative. he was the kind of person who made a room feel lighter just by being in it, but who also knew the weight of silence better than most people ever would.

he didn't make you feel like you had to be anyone but yourself. and that, unfortunately, was the root of the problem.

somewhere along the road from "we're just friends" to "please pretend to be my girlfriend so my mom stops trying to marry me off," things had started to shift.

not all at once. not obviously.

but they shifted.

now he was dozing beside you, his head tilted toward your shoulder, and every bump in the road made him inch closer. you should have nudged him off. you should have drawn the line.

but you didn't.

instead, you studied the soft lines of his face—the relaxed set of his mouth, the faint crease between his brows like his dreams were just a little too fast for his thoughts to catch—and you wondered what the hell you'd gotten yourself into.

by the time the cab slowed, the sun had dipped low, casting golden light over a neighborhood that looked far too idyllic to be real. sero's house was two stories of warmth and welcome: string lights curled along the porch railing, a wreath hung slightly crooked on the front door, and smoke drifted lazily from a chimney that promised something warm inside.

standing at the threshold was a woman with sharp eyes, a kind smile, and the unmistakable aura of someone who could both bake you cookies and emotionally destroy you in the same breath.

sero's mother.

you froze.

he didn't.

without hesitation, sero leaned in, brushing your hair behind your ear like it was the most natural thing in the world. his voice dipped just low enough for only you to hear. "smile like you love me."

then he reached for your hand.

his fingers, long and warm, laced effortlessly through yours.

you didn't pull away.

and that was the moment—standing at the edge of his childhood, your fingers locked in his, heart skipping in the kind of rhythm you weren't prepared for—that you realized you were in far more danger than you thought.

because part of you didn't want to let go.

the cab hadn't even rolled to a full stop before sero's mom was standing in front of it, arms crossed, eyes already locked onto her target like a seasoned general. you had seen pictures, sure—sero had shown you a few over lunch one day, swiping through images of his mom with an almost reverent fondness—but none of them did her justice.

she was radiant. that was the first word that came to mind. not in some soft, dreamy way, but in the sharp, unmistakable warmth of someone who had mastered the art of existing unapologetically. she had a scarf looped carelessly around her neck, dark hair pinned up with wisps escaping, and that immediate, unnerving energy unique to mothers who know everything before you say a word.

"hanta," she said brightly as you approached. "you took forever, mijo. i was about to call."

and then her eyes slid to you.

her whole face changed.

"qué linda," she said, stepping down toward you without hesitation. "you're even prettier than the pictures."

you opened your mouth to answer—say something polite, maybe even charming—but instead you were pulled into a hug so warm and familiar you forgot how to speak altogether.

she smelled like cinnamon and butter, like café and home. her arms wrapped around you without hesitation, solid and reassuring, and you blinked twice before realizing she wasn't letting go just yet.

she pulled back, hands on your shoulders, eyes scanning your face with curiosity. "how old are you, mija?"

"seventeen," you managed. "ua student. same class as hanta."

"top twenty," sero chimed from behind you, proud and useless.

his mom smiled wider. "good. you'll need that to keep up with him. he talks too much."

"i'm right here," sero said, offended.

"and what's your quirk, sweetheart?" she asked, guiding you inside like she owned every molecule of the house—which she probably did.

"just a luck quirk," you replied. "it's not anything big or flashy."

"flashy's overrated," she said. "flashy gets you on magazine covers, but smart keeps you alive. hanta could use some of that balance."

sero made a wounded noise. "i'm right here."

you stepped into the house and tried not to gape. it was warm and lived-in, with mismatched furniture and soft lights, and framed photos in every direction. you passed at least three different versions of baby sero—one with cake on his face, one dressed as a shark, and one in a tiny suit looking like he'd lost a bet.

you were immediately ushered to the couch, where sero flopped down beside you like he'd done this a thousand times. his arm stretched along the back of the cushions behind you, easy and casual, but you felt the heat of it like a brand against your neck.

his mom sat in the armchair across from you, one leg crossed, hands folded, expression deceptively pleasant.

"so," she said. "how long have you two been together?"

"six months," you and sero answered in unison.

your eyes met. you both smiled.

it was practiced, but god—it didn't feel like a lie.

"how'd you meet?" she asked next.

sero leaned forward like he was telling a secret. "training. she beat up kaminari. i've never recovered."

you tried not to laugh. "he followed me around for a week."

"i was courting you."

"you were loitering near vending machines."

"i was being persistent," he corrected. "it worked, didn't it?"

his mom watched you both, eyes narrowed just enough to make you sweat.

"and what do you like about my son?" she asked you, suddenly.

your mouth went dry.

sero glanced sideways, surprised.

but the answer came easy.

"he's reliable. and funny. and he listens—really listens. like you're the only person in the room."

you could feel sero's eyes on you, and the room felt warmer than it had a second ago.

"he's easy to be around," you said, a little softer now. "i feel like i can breathe near him."

a long silence stretched across the room.

then sero bumped your shoulder with his own, voice low. "you're not supposed to make me blush in front of my mom."

his mom smiled, pleased. "i like you."

you smiled back, because how could you not. "thank you."

"i made tamales," she said, rising to her feet. "sit tight. i'll get you a plate."

"do you need help—?" you started, half-standing.

"no, no. you're a guest. you sit and let yourself be adored."

she vanished into the kitchen with surprising speed.

the moment she was out of earshot, you collapsed sideways onto the couch.

"i blacked out," you whispered. "what did i even say?"

"that i'm amazing and you love being around me," sero said smugly.

you shot him a look.

he leaned a little closer, voice dropping. "also, you were adorable. you didn't have to go that hard. i almost forgot it was fake."

you didn't answer.

⊹ ࣪ ˖

dinner came after a comfortable lull in the afternoon—just enough time for you to grow used to the house's warmth, the quiet hum of kitchen sounds, and the sound of sero humming to himself as he helped his mom plate tamales. there was something undeniably domestic about it—watching him lean over the counter, sleeves pushed up, swiping a bit of masa from the corner of a dish with a grin when he thought no one was watching.

you caught yourself watching.

a little too long.

and when he turned around and caught your eye, offering you a wink that made your stomach stutter—you looked away, pretending to study the wall like it had secrets.

the house filled slowly with more noise, more feet, more voices. by the time dinner was ready, the table was surrounded by people—his siblings, all younger, all chaos incarnate. there were five in total, ranging from what looked like barely ten to maybe sixteen. all of them clearly adored sero, and all of them clearly had a thousand questions about you.

"are you really his girlfriend?" one of the younger girls asked, blinking up at you from her seat at the far end of the table.

sero, already sitting beside you, reached for your hand under the table without hesitation. "of course she is," he said easily. "she puts up with me. that's gotta mean something."

you glanced sideways, surprised by the way his thumb started tracing circles into your palm. his fingers were warm, his grip relaxed, like this was a habit and not a performance. your first instinct was to pull away—but you didn't. you let him hold on.

"do you like him?" one of the boys asked bluntly, somewhere between a dare and a test.

you looked over at sero, who was already looking at you.

and the smile that spread across his face wasn't teasing. it wasn't even smug.

it was soft.

"i do," you said honestly. "he's easy to like."

one of his sisters actually swooned.

their mother returned from the kitchen, a stack of warm plates balanced in her arms. "aye, look at you two," she said fondly, setting down the food. "you look like you've been married five years already."

sero snorted. "that's because she already tells me what to do."

"someone has to," you said, nudging his leg under the table.

his knee pressed into yours and didn't move.

the meal began in full, voices rising over each other, stories flying back and forth like birds across the table. tamales were unwrapped, passed down, devoured. rice and beans steamed in bowls at the center. someone spilled horchata and got teased for it for fifteen minutes straight.

sero kept his hand under the table the entire time.

sometimes on your knee. sometimes brushing your fingers. once, briefly, resting on your thigh with a touch so casual and confident you forgot how to breathe for a second.

"so how did you know?" his mom asked halfway through the meal, raising an eyebrow. "that you liked each other, i mean."

you blinked. "um."

sero didn't miss a beat.

"she made this face at me once," he said, totally serious. "during training. right after i got my ass handed to me. and i thought—yeah. i'd let her ruin my life."

you choked on a sip of water. "that's not what happened."

"you raised your eyebrow," he insisted, "like i was both impressive and pathetic. it was very motivating."

"you were bleeding."

"romance is about timing."

the table erupted in laughter.

"you're ridiculous," you muttered, but there was no bite to it. you felt lightheaded from smiling too much.

his younger sister leaned over the table toward you. "you make him less annoying," she said seriously. "he's, like, way less weird with you here."

"he's still weird," someone else muttered.

"hey," sero said, deeply offended. "i'm the glue of this household."

"you're the glitter glue," one of the boys shot back. "unnecessary and all over everything."

the conversation swirled, but it was warm. easy. you felt like you'd slipped into a rhythm you hadn't known you were missing. sero's family didn't make you feel like an outsider. if anything, they treated you like a permanent fixture—like they already liked you, just because he did.

and sero—he kept looking at you.

in the quiet moments between bites. when you laughed at something his brother said. when you wiped your fingers on your napkin and he passed you your drink like he'd already anticipated you'd reach for it.

"you're really good at this," you whispered during a lull, leaning in.

"at what?" he asked, voice low, chin tilted toward you.

"this," you said. "pretending."

his eyes flicked down to your mouth, just for a second.

"what can i say," he said quietly. "i'm something of an actor."

you snickered.

and then his mom called your name from across the table.

"you like dessert, mija?" she asked, already bringing out the plates.

you blinked twice before answering, forcing a smile. "of course. thank you."

sero didn't look away from you for a long time.

dinner had long ended. the noise had faded. sero's house, once pulsing with overlapping voices and clattering plates, now thrummed with a different kind of energy—low, contented, quiet.

his siblings had scattered, full-bellied and sugar-sticky, off to bedrooms and couches and wherever else they disappeared to in the evening. someone had turned on a dusty old playlist in the den, and the soft hum of vintage boleros curled through the walls like warmth that refused to die.

you stood in the hallway between the dining room and the back door, hovering in the in-between of things: of conversations and thoughts, of what was real and what had only started out that way.

you weren't sure what to do with your hands.

or your heart.

sero appeared beside you like he always did—quiet-footed and comfortably close, smelling faintly of soap and masa and something sweet from dessert you hadn't caught the name of. his sleeves were still pushed up, revealing his forearms, and you hated that you were looking at them. not because they weren't worth looking at—they were—but because it meant your guard was down. again.

"come on," he said softly. "balcony?"

you didn't answer. you just nodded and followed.

the air outside was sharp and clean. the kind of cold that wakes you up without being cruel. you wrapped your arms around yourself more out of instinct than discomfort. the balcony was small, with a windchime shaped like a lizard hanging from the overhang, and a view of soft suburban rooftops and yellow windows scattered like lanterns across the horizon.

you leaned against the wooden railing. he did the same.

neither of you spoke.

you were too full of the evening. of tamales and laughter. of too much touch under the table. of words you'd said with a smile that weren't lies—but weren't supposed to be true either.

the problem wasn't pretending.

the problem was that pretending didn't feel like pretending anymore.

you didn't know when it had changed. maybe it was gradual—each time he laced his fingers through yours without asking, or rested his hand on your thigh mid-story, or offered you a grin across the table that was so familiar, so soft, you forgot why you were here in the first place.

but it hit you now, standing beside him in the chill—this unshakable, irreversible knowledge:

you were in love with him.

god, you were in love with hanta sero.

not just in a surface-level, crush-colored way. not just in the i-like-how-he-makes-me-laugh way. it was deeper than that. older. something that had snuck in when you weren't looking and taken root so quietly you hadn't noticed until it was everywhere.

you were in love with the way he held space. with the way he listened without trying to fix you. with the way he let the world land on him lightly, and still carried it in both hands when it mattered.

you were in love with someone who didn't even know you weren't faking anymore.

you exhaled.

"you're quiet," he said, not looking at you. "regretting it already?"

you shook your head. "no. it's just... weird how easy it was. with your family."

he hummed. "they like you."

"they liked that i made you less annoying."

"that is the highest compliment in my house."

you smiled, faint. "they're sweet. loud, but sweet."

"you kept up fine."

"i think i blacked out for half of it."

"you were golden," he said, softer now. "you always are."

you turned toward him slowly.

the lights from the kitchen spilled faintly through the curtains behind you, catching just enough of his face for you to see how relaxed he looked. how present. how close.

you swallowed.

"hanta?"

he looked over at you, brows raised. "yeah?"

there was a beat of silence.

"i don't know how to lie to you," you said.

he blinked once.

then again, slower.

"what?"

"i mean," you continued, hands curling around the edge of the railing. "i've been trying. all day. and i thought i could. i thought i could pull it off—play the part, pretend—but then we got here, and your mom hugged me, and you touched my hand under the table, and i just... i don't know when it stopped being a bit."

his eyes searched your face like he was looking for something he'd already lost.

"hanta," you said again. "i'm in love with you."

his face froze.

the air between you seemed to still. the windchime didn't move. the whole world narrowed into this one pinpoint moment, bright and fragile and terrifying.

he stepped back—just barely.

"you don't have to keep pretending," he said. carefully. cautiously. "no one's watching anymore. you can drop it."

you stared at him.

"i'm not pretending," you said.

another beat. a sharp exhale.

his lips parted slightly. his brows furrowed, not in confusion, but in disbelief. in the kind of fear that came from wanting something too much and being afraid to reach for it.

"you're serious."

"i've never been more serious about anything in my life."

sero let out a long, shaky laugh. it cracked halfway through.

"say it again," he whispered.

"i'm in love with you."

and this time, you reached for him.

your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, and you felt the moment he melted—slow and overwhelmed, the way something melts that's been cold for too long.

"you've got to be kidding me," he muttered, leaning into your touch. "i thought—god, i thought i was the only one losing my mind over this."

you smiled, eyes stinging.

"you weren't."

"i've been in love with you since second year," he admitted, voice breaking a little. "you kissed my cheek that one time after i carried your books back from the nurse's office, and i nearly died. like, actual cardiac arrest."

"that was a year ago."

"welcome to my long, slow descent into insanity."

you laughed, quiet and ridiculous.

and then he kissed you.

it wasn't rushed. wasn't showy. it wasn't a fireworks-and-credits-roll kiss.

it was the kind that happened in doorways, in hallways, in quiet rooms where hearts beat too loud. the kind that changed nothing and everything all at once.

he kissed you like he meant it.

you kissed him like you'd been waiting your whole life to.

when you finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against yours.

"you're real?" you whispered, breath catching.

"i better be," he said. "otherwise you've just confessed to a figment of your imagination."

you swallowed a grin.

his thumb traced your cheek.

"i thought this would end in disaster," he said quietly. "that pretending would ruin everything."

"and?"

"and now i don't want it to end at all."

you leaned in, bumping your nose against his.

"then it doesn't have to."

he smiled, and kissed you again.

not like he was pretending.

like he was home.

That’s my Man y’all forever and always ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

touchstarved!sero who is naturally really flirtatious and friendly so he craves physical touch like a fucking drug

touchstarved!sero who finds every excuse to touch you—pulling out your chair at dinner functions, guiding you through crowds with one hand at the small of your back; fuck, he’ll even pull your palm into his lap and pretend to examine your lifeline just to get his hands on you

touchstarved!sero who does not fuck around as soon as he knows you’re interested

touchstarved!sero who's pressing you up against the door of the storage closet, cupping your pussy through your underwear and smirking against your lips when he feels how wet you are, "damn baby, is someone a little worked up?"

touchstarved!sero who 100 percent uses his quirk to restrain you even as you're begging to touch him, "sorry honey, gotta get my fill of you first" while prying your legs wide open and diving in between your legs

touchstarved!sero who wants you as messy as he can get you, teasing out orgasm after orgasm from his tongue alone. will not stop until you’ve squirted in his mouth, “sweet as fuckin’ candy, pretty girl, always knew you’d have the best fucking pussy”

a/n: i've never written for him before but this had me feeling a type of way. other touchstarved!mha boys here

My man my man (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

sero hanta, my beloved...

hi bloom☺️ can i pls request a smau w the mha boys and their overly sassy, and spoiled gfs!!

⋆˚࿔ whined and dined

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: gn!reader for all expect hanta, established relationship, fluff, baby + babe used

authors note: thank u for the request anon! this is so funny to me n yes i was hungry when i made this sigh. also i tried my best with the sassy part but reader is mooostly spoiled

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

bloom omg hiii! first time in the ask box.. kinda nervous. put can i please request head-cannons as the reader being the mha boys workout/gym crush 🤗

( and can u plssss include bakugo ! only if u want though no pressure :p)

⋆˚࿔ crushed reps

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship to established relationship

authors note: sorry for the long wait anon ! n thank u for the request mwah. btw hitoshi is actually delusional abt every interaction you have. he goes home and breaks it down w the guys while gaming.

also no bakugo cus guys i cant but there are so many other amazing bloggers who can and will do it amazingly so pls request and follow them !!!

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro wouldn’t notice you right away, being so immersed in his own workouts, but over the span of a couple of weeks he can’t help but take note of you. 

when you're nearby he lifts just a little heavier than usual at the chance to impress you. if you so much as glance over at him and flash him a smile, he considers it a win.

and if you compliment him it makes his day! he tries to play it off but he can’t stop himself from grinning like an idiot. “ah, it’s nothing really! um, i saw you and— you were doing great too!” 

eijiro would finally ask you out by putting flowers in your locker and then popping up behind you like, “hey, you're a really stable lifter— wanna go on a date with me?” 

once you are officially dating you are also officially gym partners for life. 

eijiro falls into the habit of buying the same gym brand equipment as you because he’s now shopping for two and it’s easier. 

you two start your mornings by making protein packed smoothies alongside a nutrient rich breakfast. eijiro encourages early runs before work together and you always accept— he wraps a scarf around your neck, insisting that your workout outfit isn’t warm enough.

eijiro is discussing both your workout plans on your way to the gym and runs at any opportunity to spot you.

at the end of the day, you like to take photos to document your progress and eijiro flexing in the back of them has become your new normal.

eijiro makes a joint diet schedule that’s hung up on your fridge and plans ice cream dates on your shared cheat days.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

when denki first saw you at the gym— which was pretty soon after you began going because he’s always distracted at the gym — he lost track of his speed and flew off his treadmill. to no one's surprise, he spent the next couple of weeks watching you, not in a creepy way, but in an admirable one. 

you were consistent, confident, and exactly his type and he could tell all this without even having to talk to you.

your high gym attendance improves denki’s. now he spends hour-long sessions at the gym in hopes to run into or even just see you.

denki would come up with the stupidest way to talk to you for the first time. like he notices you’ve been focused on your biceps recently and challenges you to an arm wrestle. 

he goes home and practices complimenting you in the mirror, “woahhh nice form— no, that sounds weird. perfect form beautiful! …no not that. you are so sex— fuck.” (and maybe gets a little side tracked)

once he finally makes his move and you accept, he’s genuinely just sooo ecstatic to show you off at the gym. he loooves spotting for you, even if you don’t need it. 

denki loses his mind when you arrive with a new workout set that fits your figure just right, literally ogling at you shamelessly. he’ll say you need to fix your strap, no, he’ll do it for you just so he can get his hands on you.  

getting smoothies after working out is a new favorite part of both your routines. 

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

hanta sees you killing it on the stairmaster and immediately knows he needs you to be a part of his life.

he finds you at the front desk after one of his late night workout sessions, and sparks up a conversation with you. he’ll be sure to include how he notices you really like to do cardio and expresses his fascination for it.

from then on you two have a very flirty dynamic. there’s never a day where he doesn’t compliment you. 

he always brings an extra jacket just in case you want to do your exercises outside. 

hanta remembers your favorite energy drink, and somehow ‘accidentally buys two’ so he ends up giving you one. this happens more times than it should. 

hanta hears music blasting from your headphones one day and suggests making a shared playlist. he’d tease you for your music taste but listens to your favorite albums when he does solo runs or is studying.  

the first time you properly flirt back with him, he genuinely starts lagging. “yeah? really— i mean that great, you’re great.”

if someone’s creeping on you at the gym? he’s there in seconds. arm draped around your shoulders, casual but firm. “hey babe, you ready to go?” (he’d do this before you’re even official)

you could be doing two different exercises at the gym, but he makes sure that you’re always in his line of sight.

though hanta is an amazing boyfriend, he isn’t always the best gym buddy. all it takes is waking up next to you, breathing slow and peacefully as you’re tucked under his arm, for him to cancel his 8am workout session. and he’ll beg you to not leave his side when it’s time for you to get up. 

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

hitoshi first noticed you because you actually wiped down the equipment after using it. that’s it. his knew his standards were already high and maybe you’d prove he wasn’t out of his mind. 

hitoshi unapologetically looked you up on social media when he got home that day and physically flung his phone across the room when he accidentally liked your latest post. 

he definitely didn’t avoid going to the gym for a couple days after that…

eventually, you two end up at the water fountain at the same time and hitoshi forces his resting bitch face to curl up into a small smile. it pays off when you tell him he’s cute and pointed out his one sided dimple.

hitoshi would only ask you out after you've complimented him a dozen times, he’s dropped a million hints, and he’s 100% sure you’re interested in him.

even after becoming official, hitoshi gets totally flustered if you compliment his progress and will try to cover it with sarcasm. “whatever it’s nothing.” (he’s blushing)

you’re the only person he ever gives unsolicited advice to gently. “if you adjust your grip just a little, it’ll hit your lats better.” it’s his version of flirting.

hitoshi stopped taking pre-workout and started stretching with you in the morning instead (and it has worked wonders for him.)

you’re genuinely his biggest motivation. he thinks you’re cool and wants to keep you around so as long as you’re the one kissing his biceps by the day and he will keep on fighting.

if you’re both facing the mirror, and he catches your gaze he tries soooooo hard to act nonchalant but you can see him smiling to himself and quietly hyping himself up. 

omg hii bloom!! i love your works so much so can i request

headcannons 4 mha boys /w their cheerleader girlfriend !!

⋆˚࿔ cheer fever

being the mha boys' cheer captain girlfriend! (,,>﹏<,,)

— includes: kirishima + kaminari + sero (in that order)

contains: f!reader, fluff, established relationship

authors note: wait i love this request too it’s so wholesome. no shinsou this time cus i can’t envision him here, sorry 😓

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro is your sweet jock boyfriend, making you the typical football player x cheerleader couple.

following this trope; your boyfriend is so obsessed with seeing you in his variety jacket. literally gets cuteness aggression and pinches your cheeks.

eijiro LOVES when you’re in your cheer uniform. everytime time he sees you in it he fumbles over his words trying to explain how good you look!

he gets so flustered when he sees you cheering for him on the sidelines. it gives him so much motivation knowing your cheering for him.

after a game he runs straight to you and spins you around, kissing you alllll over. “we did it!” he believes you give him all the strength he had to play (you do).

walks you home after cheer practice.

one time you got him flowers to celebrate his last game of the season. when he saw them, he cried because he got you flowers too! the biggest sweetheart ever.

half of his post on social media are of the both of you after games! he always posts on his story letting people know that his team will be playing and that you’ll be cheering as well. he’s so supportive.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

denki is a loser, everyone knows. so everyone is also confused on how he bagged the most attractive cheerleader in the school.

he brags to EVERYONE about you, it’s a bit embarrassing, but still charming.. “oh yeah, my girlfriend!? she’s the cheer captain!” (no one asked)

forces his friends to come to games so they can help him support you. he’d bring a huge sign with glitter and your name spelt with macaroni while screaming “that’s my girlfriend!!”

still a flirty dork; “need help with your stretching exercises?” randomly asks you to do flips and splits because he genuinely thinks it’s cool.

tried to learn how to braid hair so he can do your game day hair, but he’s not very good at it </3 still, he helps apply your glitter and lipgloss.

no need to hire a photographer because denki will take an album full of photos of you when you're cheering.

after games he gives you a big hug and kisses the crown of your head. “another amazing job, you never miss.” he’ll also take you shopping after special occasions.

+ wore your cheer uniform as a joke once but ended up really liking it on himself.

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

chill boyfriend x cheerleader girlfriend: you guys are a power couple.

hanta was kind oblivious about cheer at first so he does a lot of research to make sure he’s supporting you properly. and he does it every time; chocolates, flowers, and small gifts.

when you tell him he had the body and muscle to be a cheerleader (mostly joking) he freaks and offers to help you practice. he quickly becomes your spot when you're practicing at home!

hanta is obsessed with hearing the drama going on between you and your cheer team, “no way she said that! seriously, she needs to pick a struggle.”

carries all your makeup and equipment wherever you need it.

fixes your bow/skirt and gives you a big smooch before each game. if he notices that you’re nervous before a performance he’ll give you the silliest pep talk to make you laugh. “go out there and show them what you got, yeah?”

when you’re studying together, he’ll beg you to ‘cheer’ him on. sometimes you decide to give him that pleasure just to see that wide grin on his face.

⋆˚࿔ tricks and tension

hanta 'doesn’t know' how to ghost, so you teach him.

contains: gn!reader, weed and smoking mentioned, mutual pining, 0.9k words

authors note: hiiiii so this definitely isn’t me projecting at all thank u

you lean your head against mina’s car window, the right side of your face already beginning to go cold. denki is yelling over the music and the sound of the wind slipping through the window is tickling your ear. streetlights flash over the car as mina speeds through the streets. you’re sitting in the backseat with hanta, enjoying this short moment with your friends before the event.

“pregame?” denki’s leaned back against his seat, joint between his fingers pointing in your direction. you have no idea why mina agreed to let him sit in the front seat.

“you definitely don’t need it.” you joke as you take the joint from his fingers. denki rolls his eyes.

you lean back and examine the blunt in your hands before taking a hit. you take a deep breath as a familiar burn washes over your lungs. your eyes fall close as you blow the smoke out, a smile forming on your lips.

“pass me the aux!” you hear denki say to hanta, the blonde boy's hand reaching for his friend's phone.

“settle down, sparky! before you get demoted and i make you sit back there with hanta and y/n.” mina swung her arm, that wasn’t on the wheel, around to get the electric boy's attention.

denki let out a short huff in defeat and hanta laughed. the raven-haired boy had been quiet for most of the ride. his chill demeanor is something you’ve always admired.

you decide to butt into the conversation before things got too serious, “you should give denki your phone before he pops a fuse.” you joke, glancing up at hanta.

he catches your eye, his lips cracking into a grin. your head spins as you watch him pass his phone to denki. when he settles back, his eyes are still on you.

you give him a playful grin and try to divert your mind from the look he’s giving you, “excited?” you ask.

hanta shrugs, the expression on his face tells you all you need to know. “fuck yeah, we deserve this.” he lets out an airy laugh as he threads his hands through his hair.

you take another puff, ghosting the smoke before replying. “if i get two free drinks tonight then i’ll be satisfied.” you say, mostly joking.

the expression on hantas face is unreadable for a moment. he shuffles in his seat and clears his throat, “i bet you’ll get more,” he quickly says before adding. “how’d you that thing?”

your brows furrow, “what thing?”

“with the smoke.” he replies.

your lips falter into a goofy smile, “a ghost, hanta?” you ask, a hint of teasing in your voice. “you want to know how i just ghosted?”

hanta’s cheeks burn. he pressed his lips together as he turned his gaze towards the window. “i never learned how..” his voice is carefully low.

“seriously?” you consider hantas words for a moment, wondering if he’s lying. but can’t find a reason that hanta would lie about something so insignificant, so you push forward.

your mouth opens, “well.. want me to teach you how..?” the question doesn’t come off as confident as you want it to. how were you supposed to teach him how to do this trick?

under the dim car roof, hantas face lights up. “that’d be cool.” he assures.

you nod and place your hand on the seat between the both of you to ground yourself. “here.” you say, your voice light. the weed was definitely quick to take effect, but you were confident you’d teach hanta before you were completely out of it.

he took the joint from your hands, his eyes on yours.

“okay, after you suck in the smoke you're gonna push it to the front of your mouth,” you pointed to your lips, “then open your mouth, very slightly,” hanta nods along as you speak. “push the smoke out of your mouth and at the same time you have to breathe in through your nose, so the smoke goes there. got it?”

hanta eagerly nods, “push out, breath in. sounds easy!”

“alright then give it a try.” you motion towards the joint.

hanta didn’t wait, immediately taking a long hit. you watch his chest expand as he soaks in the weed and wondered if you were paying too close attention to him. when hanta opens his mouth and a cloud of smoke floats out and disappears into the air around him.

“close,” you lean forward, your body weight on your hand below of you. you bring your other hand up to his cheek. “shape your mouth more like this…” you squeeze his lips together. “now try again.” you remove your hands from his face. but it’s clear that you're resting closer now than you were before.

hantas eyes comfortably drape across your body before he does another speechless nod. “like this?” he brings the joint to his lips. you see the end of it glow a fiery red as he inhales the weed. his glossy lips fall open as he takes a deep breath in, the smoke climbing up into his nose.

a proud smile cracks on your face, “perfect! looks like you're becoming a pro already.” you grin as you lean your head back down against the car seat, still facing the hanta.

“thanks y/n.” his smile is wide and his voice as a certain crisp to it that scratches your brain. you could tell he was already a little buzzed too.

“did you really need help, or was this an excuse to get closer to me?” you can feel warmth radiating off your whole body when you ask. your tone is playfully and your gaze glistens against the moonlight.

hanta tilts his head down towards you, his eyes full of fire, “guess i just needed the right motivation.” his voice is hushed, words spoken like a secret shared in the dark.

omg haiii i love ur works sm hihi, i just read ur love language hc and i rlly enjoyed that!!!

sero's part there was so good that it made me sleep ????

this sounds quite silly, but can you do hcs/drabbles of them turning into cats

I've only seen such with more popular characters, but never with sero 😓 he needs more love and im running out of sero fics..

u can include who you want too!!

⋆˚࿔ chasing paws

— includes : sero & shinsou

𓂃　★　𓈒　a/n: this request is so cute and i need more sleep!

ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) photos of the cats i’m referencing are linked to their names!

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

black american shorthair, thick coat, long whiskers. grey eyes. has the sharpest claws ever. big ears, like humorously big.

super playful cat! always doing zoomies and climbing. will pounce on anything that moves. loves playing with string and feathers. catnip fein. attacks your couch like it’s a villian. he’s pretty jumpy too; likes to play peekaboo around the house.

short, chirpy meows. he gets along with other cats well; loves playfully wrestling them. overall very social and outgoing.

fairly clingy to you. rubs his head on your leg when he wants to get your attention. draws out his meows when you haven’t feed him yet. pawing your face in the morning and kneading your blankets. if he’s really comfortable and wants to be pet he’ll roll around on his back like a dog.

definitely tries to nip at your food when you’re not looking. favorite fish is salmon. fast and messy eater.

sleeps literally anywhere. on your lap, behind the tv, under the council, on the table, anywhere. likes to sleep on his side, no survival instincts at all.

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

grey nebelung, long, soft coat, cat thumbs! deep green eyes. small ears and really soft paws. smaller than the average cat.

chill and well behaved cat. slow walk and a deep, low purr. loves loaf. good with kittens! likes playing with other cats but prefers to be with his human! hides your hair ties as socks under your bed when he’s bored.

100% a lap cat, spends half of his nap time there. sleeps more during the day than not. unlike human shinsou, cat shinsou sleeps a lot!

more of a scratcher than a biter. like plants and dirt and lowkey yearns for the outdoors. constantly staring outside at birds and people. likes walks, yes walks. tries to be friends with birds. like playing with those cat ball tracks and mouse toys.

likes having a little bit of whatever you’re eating to feel included. favorite fish is tuna.

likes to sleep where it’s warm; near heater, on your laptop, or cuddled up in blankets. sleeps with his paws covering his eyes. occasionally sleeps on your belly or tucked into the corner of your shoulder. stretches a lot in his sleep.

bloom's my hero academia masterlist! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

note: works with w ‘⭑’ include nsfw/18+ content, minors dni with these post!

⋆˚࿔ smaus

melodies of us - d.kaminari

shared spaces - d.kaminari

fratastrophe - d.kaminari ⭑

gently yours - e.kirishima

new piercing - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

flirty and unfiltered - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

confused confessions - i.midoriya, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

sticky situation - i.midoriya, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

boyfriend tag - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

whined and dined - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

⋆˚࿔ oneshots

morning hues - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

tricks and tension - h.sero

when courage calls - h.shinsou - part two: maroon stains

where fire burns and molten melts - e.kirishima ⭑

the synonyms of epitome - h.sero

static hearts - d.kaminari ⭑

an orchid's pollen - e.kirishima

capes and crayons - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

in the near future - h.sero

⋆˚࿔ headcanons

love languages - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

cheer fever - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero

behind the spotlight - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

hyperactive heart eyes - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

nerd status - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

crushed reps - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

⋆˚࿔ series

maturity of a broken constellation - t.shigaraki + t.todoroki [ ongoing ]

𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇: 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

summary: it's terrible when you're in love with your best friend. it's terrible that he's in love with someone else.

pairing: kaminari denki x reader, (hanta sero x reader)

— incomplete // 2/? chapters posted (5.6k words currently)

— fluff, angst, smut (mdni / 18+)

please read every chapters content warnings before proceeding! let me know how you're finding the series! check out some polls! >> chapter one / chapter two

some things you can expect from i talk to much: lots of feelings, your main friends are kirishima + kaminari and sero, slow burn, angst, fluff, hinted at chubby!reader, everyone is a pro hero, pet names, your friends are hot and you know it.

part one- angst, petnames

part two- gardening bashing, pet names, fluff, it's a mystery trying to figure out what's going on inside your best friend's heads, i use the words sofa and couch interchangeably

i hear melodies 🎶

synopsis; in which you prank them with song lyrics (lowercase intended)

a/n; some of these are pre-relationship (izuku, katsuki, tomura), others are established relationship (hanta, dabi, keigo), fem!reader for hanta, the rest are gn!reader, this is my first time writing for these characters so they may be ooc, i headcanon hanta as latino, i speak a little spanish but please correct me if something is wrong, it is sfw but all characters are to be imagined as 18+, enjoy!

please don’t use, copy, or steal my works thank you! :)

songs used;

1) luck runs out by jorge rivera-herrans and cast of epic the musical (izuku)

2) thinkin’ bout me by morgan wallen (hanta)

3) homesick by mico (katsuki)

4) distraction by jack & jack (tomura)

5) flights by jack & jack (keigo)

6) 2 cigarettes by jack & jack (dabi)

izuku;

hanta; please ignore the mistakes on the first and third slides (it should say ‘been here all day studying’ and ‘you’re everything to me🖤’)

katsuki;

tomura;

keigo;

dabi;

Hanta Sero x Reader- Rings chapter 3.5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

You walked down the aisle, the clinking of your heels the only sound. Your hand was on your brother's arm as he led you down the aisle. You took a deep breath, looking up. You could see him. his eyes sparkled as he studied you. You smiled, and he thought he saw heaven for a moment. Your brother placed your small hand in Hanta's larger one. You saw him lean in "treat 'er well-" he didn't even get to finish before Hanta spoke, a smile on his face, "I will, don't worry." You smile as your brother walks away in triumph. You knew that he was happy for you. Hanta gently took your chin, turning your head toward him. you could see tears in his eyes, the priest started talking as you two stared at each other, eager to start your new life

"Hanta Sero, do you take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?" he wiped tears from his eyes "I do" you smile, squeezing his hand "Y/N L/N," you want to interrupt, not to waste another second "do you take Hanta Sero to be your lawfully wedded husband?" "I do." Your voice came out more choked then you intended. You realized you were crying when he gently reached up, wiping a tear from your cheeke.

"You may kiss the bride," that was all it took, he gently stepped forward, his arms looping around your waist. you smile as your arms instinctively move to his shoulders, And the world seems to stop, everything else disappearing as your lips connect. It's not rough, passionate, yet, you still find yourself craving more of these soft, gentle, loving kisses.

As he pulls back, you pout and kiss him again, and again, and once more. You see his smile, the happy tears in his eyes as his forehead rests against yours. you're officially married.

So sweet lol.... FILL OUT THE POLL BELOW OR ELSE

Hanta Sero x Reader- Rings chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

You feel warm hands on your back, a stark contrast to your cold skin. You were getting married, of course you're nervous. The hands zip up your dress, then they move to your hair. They are gentle in a way that only mothers can be, "Thanks mum" you smile as the hands grip your shoulders, turning you 360. She examines your dress and hair.

Your hair isn't sitting perfectly on your head, your dress doesn't fall perfectly over your body, Hell, your body isn't perfect. But he loved it. The man you were about to marry, So, if he liked it, you were fine with it. And this man, he loved you so much that today, a ring-his ring would go on your finger.

Your mom nodded in approval, and a smile crept it's way onto your lips. "You look beautiful, dear." She gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You fiddle with your fingers, and your mom notices. "Y/N, I know what you're feeling, my wedding day..." she chuckles "just, you're marrying a lovely man. Hanta is the best of the best, you're in good hands" this makes you chuckle.

A knock on the door interrupts your mom, she just simply gets up and answers the door. "oh, yes, she's ready! Just a bit anxious. "From the couch, you can't see who's at the door, but it was probably a bridesmaid or the best man. "I'm ready, don't worry." You took a deep breath, grabbing the skirt of your dress as you make your way to the door. You grab the flower bouquet from your mom, "love you mum." you press a kiss to her cheek. Then you walk out, ready to meet your fiance -well, soon to be husband. It was finally time.

This took too long 🙃 Part 2 of this (3.5 of the Sero Hanta series) coming out on Friday!

Rings- A Sero x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 2)

Chapter 1

Your hand is interlocked with his. Your eyes are too busy studying the cherry blossoms floating down from the trees, the beautiful Mt. Fuji in the distance. he rustling of his jacket falls on deaf ears. His free hand resting on the velvetly fabric, his thumb moves over it in an attempt to soothe his racing heart He would either walk out with a fiance or a broken heart, Hopefully the former. You gently squeeze his hand, pointing out at Mt Fuji, as snow flies off the top.

"Look! Isn't it pretty!" He smiles, his attention on you rather then the Mountain " It's gorgeous" he mutters. You hear him take a deep breath and glance back at him as be brings your hand to his mouth, his kisses leaving tingles on your skin.

"I love you, Y/N. And I really don't deserve you" "Hanta" "please, Amor," You fall silent... is he breaking up with you?

"Amor, you're stunning. and I'm... plain," he glances up at you, meeting your eyes. "You've never asked for more then what I have. I honestly don't know how you're so patient and caring" a chuckle escapes his lips and he sinks to one knee, still holding your hand "Amor, Y/N L/N, I love you. ads..." he grasps the box in his pocket. "I would love to call you Y?N Sero. Has a nice ring to it, yeah?" he emphasized ring... and added his name to yours... you gasp at the realization, your eyes locked on the velvet box in his hand. he releases your hand, only to open the box. I was a lovely ring. It had a lovely sparkling stone, your birthstone. On the inside of the band, your name was ingraved next to his, the only thing separating them was a heart, "Y/N L/N, will you-" you didn't even let him finish.

"Yes!"

you jumped on him, pressing your soft lips to his. his hands in your hair sending shivers and thrills down your spine.

"Don't ever call yourself plain, Hanta"

Hanta Sero x Reader Oneshot: Rings

Chapter 2

You listen cluelessly as the people around the table all chat in Spanish. You can pick up little snippets of what they're saying from what you remember of middle and high school Spanish classes- that you passed with a C. Not your proudest moment. You feel a calloused hand rest lightly on your thigh.

As your eyes mect his he smiled, gently squeezing the fat of your thigh, "Sorry, mi cariño. My family doesn't know much English." he whispers under his breath, pressing an apologetic kiss to your temple.

You smile at the kiss, gently leaning on your pro-hero boyfriend's muscular shoulder. "Not your fault, " you mutter. "I wanted to meet your family." You glance around the table. They really were a lively bunch- just like him. "She's a good cook." you mutter, leaning over him to grab a rice ball from his plate. You hear him chuckle as you pop the rice ball in your mouth. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, gently squeezing you against him "too bad I didn't get her cooking stills him?" You scoff remember all the dishes he had burnt. "My life would be much easier if you did, trust me. "you mutter, recalling all the times she'd cleaned up the burnt remnants of his most recent codding failure. "Hmm, you know, I got lucky with her as my mother" uh oh somethings off, he never says 'mother' unless he's mad with her or it's a joke, Its made clear which one as he finishes his sentence, "y'know, maybe someday she'll be your mother-in-law... he mutters in a suggestive tone, putting his arm around your shoulders. You crack a smile and bring a hand up to muffle your giggles, "Why? Planning to gut a riny on my finger?" he hummed playfully. "eager much? Well, one day for sure" he glanced down at you. "I don't even have plans to get a ring yet." he chuckles and flicks your forehead playfully. You pout, unknown to the fact that there was a small velvet box in his bedside table, right next to the bed where you two cuddle and talk in hushed whispers. Though soon, the velvet box will be moved to his pocket as he waits for the perfect moment...

~Notes from me~

OHHHHH WE NEED MORE SERO ONESHOTS!! This was so fun to write!! Part two anyone??