#sero drabble

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Hi, yes I please enjoy this smut drabble that came to my mind for no reason other than I think of Sero often and what he would do

cw: sero x afab!reader, mirror sex, creampie.

“Why do you have such a large mirror in your bedroom?”

That is what everyone always asks. The people - friends and family, acquaintances at times too -  whether they be lucky to get a grand tour of your beautiful home during a holiday or summer barbeque, or they were there to enjoy a chill Saturday night at your place, whenever they would glance into your master suite and see it the question would be uttered.

You always had your reasons, excuses though they may, lined up and ready to go once that dreaded question was uttered; often times the answers left your lips before your brain could think to utter them. 

The main go-to response was usually for getting dressed. That a large mirror like that was a practical item in making sure outfits looked right; a larger mirror makes it earlier to see everything from head to toe, and from different angles after all. Can’t go to work or out for some fun without making sure the outfit looks cute, right? 

Usually, that was more than enough to satiate their curiosity; everyone had a mirror in their bedroom for that reason after all. But some people never were fully convinced, and they would probe again over the gigantic size - surely someone wouldn’t need one THAT big for just outfits?

To which, you had a planned response for it too. Mirrors in the style you wanted were hard for you to find when you were furniture shopping; either the material was wrong, the shape of the mirror was not idea, or the size was too extreme on either end. And well, you figured if could only get two out of the three things of your ‘perfect mirror wishlist’ it only made sense to forgo size and get the style and sturdy material.

Some would end there, shrugging their shoulders and just agreeing with you on that statement; furniture is after all hard to get perfect unless you were making it - and they all knew you were not a master furniture maker. But some, like your nosiest friends, would still prod further - to ask why you would go so large instead of smaller.

The phrasing would almost always make you giggle, but nonetheless, you kept up your composure; simply stating that it was all due to the layout of the bedroom. It was no surprise that your master suite was much larger than the other bedrooms in your abode. And with all the extra space, you would have to find some way to fill it. A smaller mirror would just emphasize just how large and almost barren the room was, by adding a ginormous mirror it helped fill the space and keep things in order - feng shui and all that.

Every single question, every single poke, and prod at your choice in decorating was always handled with grace and a reason - especially that comically large, wide, mirror that sat on the far wall across your bed. It was simply something that made sense and ended up fitting well into the grand plan of your home.

You could never fess up that it was your boyfriend who wanted it.

When you both bought the beautiful home, Sero allowed you to do as you pleased; to decorate the place how you saw fit. He claimed you had a better eye for it, but it was mainly because of how cute it was to see you excitedly come home every day with something new to add. But when it came to your bedroom, he had only one request. Well, more like one stipulation. That you could make it as pretty as you wanted, but he was the one to choose the mirror. 

And when he came back home with that mirror, one that stood taller than him, you knew the reason why.

And that reason was why you had to make excuses, why you had to tell little white lies to get people off the subject because it was simply too embarrassing for you to say; a topic your poor little self couldn’t handle discussing.

It was because you always looked so pretty when you came.

Sero loved having you sit in his lap, legs spread over his own to gain the perfect view of your cunt for both your eyes to feast on, as his fingers stretched you out. How his other hand would force yours in place as you watched your own essence dripping down your thighs, how they would shake uncontrollably as he skillfully built you and kept you there for what seemed like hours.

And when you would whine, beg and cry so pretty for him for some form of release he would simply chuckle, kissing your temple, and murmur into your hair  “Can’t cum unless you look, sweetheart” 

It would take all your might to pry your eyes open, to meet his briefly before staring down at your abused and aching pussy. Only then would he finally give you what you wanted. “That’s it, pretty girl, look at you. Look at how pretty you are.”

But of course, that was never enough for him. He loved watching how your little hole took his cock; loves seeing it stretched and drooling as he bullies his way in. Loves seeing your wreaked face as you struggle to keep up, to allow him in, as broken moans ring like a sweet melody in his ear.

“Look at you, taking me so good. No one can take my cock like you can baby, no one. Look at how well you’re taking me gorgeous, come on.”

He taunts you whenever you try to hide, hips stilling their delicious friction until you have to look. Your need for release overpowered any kind of shyness you held, and he always uses that to his advantage as he whispers praises in your ear; the tickling sensations added to your heightened senses and sending you repeatedly over that heavenly edge.

The night always ends with him getting too enraptured by it all; too compelled by your cries of his name - so broken and sweet it drives him wild. To the point where that wonderful glass is pressed against your skin, the cool sensation is a stark contrast against your abused and heated flesh of your face and chest, as pins you against it. Hips unrelentingly pounding into you and the sounds of flesh meeting yours filled your ears as your moans fog the glass. 

It is only now that you are gifted the sight of him; of how his face changes and contorts to the pleasure you give him; truly a shame you are so far gone to truly appreciate it.

And when he finally cums, finally fills you up in the way he knows you crave and allows your poor body the respite it needs from his pleasurable assault does he sit you back in his lap to watch as his milky cum drips out of you.

Yeah, you guess you could say it's best to come up with an excuse for the mirror in your bedroom.

[yourlovermori]

@sailewhoremoon THOUGHTS?

avatar!sero who more than doubles you in size with beautiful azure iridescencent skin — his body lean and slender, but strong with elongated limbs and a narrow waist. his hair’s abnormally short compared to other navis but frames his face perfectly. always smiling so easily throwing you his signature a lazy grin — pearly fangs on display. he’s encapsulated you with his sweet smiles and with the way that he is — warm and charming but also having his quirks, sometimes clumsy and even awkward — all of these parts of him makes up something you know as human.

but you’re reminded that he’s far from that in the way he’s dragging his teeth along your skin that’s so much more delicate and softer in comparison to his — marking you up and hand swallowing your waist. it’s almost animalistic the way he moves — trying so hard to be gentle — guiding you to mount him. the skin that hides parts of himself that you’ve yet to see — pulling back to reveal his large shaft — so pretty especially with the way the bioluminescent light hits it. globs of pre dribbling down the tip — more than certain that even a drop of it would flood your throat and fill you past the brim.

you’re even more sure that you won’t be able to take him — he’ll rip you in half without even trying —but the way he’s whispering sweet nothings to you makes you’re mind go hazy. and you’re babbling against him as he lowers you down, tip nudging your small hole that pales in comparison to his bulbous tip — slicking your cunt up and rocking you back and forth against it. you’re clutching onto him — fingers digging into the skin of his back and moaning against his sensitive ears that flicker at your high-pitched sounds — poor cunt struggling to open up for him.

and it isn’t till he has a little less than half of himself enveloped in your heat that he starts dragging your warm walls along on his length. it feels like the air ‘s been knocked out of your lungs as he moves you — mouth falling agape as his hands encircle your hips, thumbs meeting at your navel — tugging you up n plunging you back down to message his tip using you as what you know as a fleshlight up til he cums.

it spills out of you as more of it is pumped in and even though you’re as good as gone the little bit of awareness you have left has your eyes laying on him — mesmerized by how pretty he looks when he reaches his high, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear — making him shudder at the contact and giving you a small smile you don’t hesitate to mirror back.

[loner4-life]

FINALLYYYY!!!! MY BOY FINALLY GETS THE SPOTLIGHT. I need a moment 😭😭. Call it glazing if you will, but Sero is such an awesome character and has always been my favorite, I'm so happy Horikoshi kept his word when he said, "I hope to give him a big moment someday"

(Also, it could just be blood, but does Sero canonically have a cool eye scar now?? Artists, you know what to do🫶)

[tapekitten]

The way that I'd get on my knees so fast from a single narrow-eyed glance from Sero.

You already knew he had a long ass day of hero work. The second you meet his unamused-gaze you know you're in for it. You probably said something he didn't appreciate hearing; whether it be a sassy comment to something he said or maybe you made a self-depreciating joke after you saw your reflection in the microwave.

It happens often enough that he doesn't even need to say anything before you're on your knees with your tongue-lolled out.

Your boyfriend, Hanta Sero, follows the rule of, "if you don't have anything nice to say, then choke on my dick."

[kusaka6e]

LESS THAN ZERO

ts/modern au

sero x gn!reader

sfw

insp by less than zero by the weeknd

this was so much better in my head idek if ill leave it up :/

———

“who’s next?”

“i’ll go! cmon tsu!”

you grin watching ochacko pull tsuyu on stage with her, a pop song soon bouncing through the speakers.

sero found himself watching as you downed your drink, smiling at the way your face scrunched at the taste of the alcohol.

“are you gonna talk to them, or just stare like a creep all night?”

“i’m not staring like a creep!”

“it’s not like you’ll get shut down, you know that.” denki gave him a knowing look

he sighed, flexing and unflexing his hands.

“i know, that’s the problem.”

this was the first night in months everyone had been able to get together from your friend group, and somehow mina convinced everyone to come to a karaoke bar.

it was also the first group outing since you and sero had broken up.

the year you two had spent together was one of the best of his life, and he regretted being the reason that ended every day.

sero was used to people trying to use him to get close to bakugou, izuku, or kirishima, all of them being in the current top five heroes. he’d even had someone go as far as to start a relationship with him, their true motive being to try to sleep with shoto. of course, shoto didn’t entertain this at all, but that hurt stuck with sero for a long time.

you’d met mina before anyone else shortly after she graduated high school, and she quickly introduced you to the rest of her friends. truth be told, hanging out with a bunch of pro-heroes was extremely intimidating, but they were all welcoming and kind to you from the start. other than mina, you were always the closest to sero, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise when you two started dating.

but his insecurities ate him up. he was always afraid that you’d leave him for someone better, especially because you were friends with with the same people he was afraid of you leaving him for. and that was the demise of you two’s relationship. the worst part? you were so kind and understanding, even with the countless times you’d gotten your feelings hurt or wrongfully accused of something. and that’s how he knew he was the one in the wrong.

he blinked a few times, refocusing on the scene in front of him, laughing as ochacko and tsu sang terribly off-key into their microphones.

you found your eyes on him from across the room, smiling at the grin spreading across his face.

it would be a lie to say you didn’t miss sero. you were truly dating your best friend, and losing both at once wasn’t easy. and it was hard to tell if you two maintaining the same group of friends made things easier or more difficult. you wondered sometimes if you were too quick to pull the trigger on you two’s breakup, or if maybe you could’ve been a little more understanding when he was explaining his fears to you.

your stomach drops as he catches you staring, giving a small wave. he gives you a playful nod, smile never faltering.

as the night went on, more alcohol went into everyone’s system, and you got to see performances ranging from izuku belting ‘i need a hero’ to todoroki, to momo breaking out songs from the hamilton soundtrack, to denki singing ‘dangerously in love’ to jirou like he was getting paid to do so.

to everyone’s surprise, sero steps up to the dj to go next, cheeks tinted pink with intoxication.

your eyes widen as the song begins to bounce through the speakers, your friends whooping and cheering as sero adjusts the microphone.

“remember i was your hero? yea, i’d wear your heart like a symbol. i couldn’t save you, from my darkest truth of all.”

at first he’s just singing to the entire crowd, but as the song carries on, he makes his way over to you. soon he’s sitting next to you, thighs brushing together as he dramatically serenades you.

“i can’t get it out of my head, no i can’t shake this feeling that crawls in my bed. i try to hide it but i know you know me. i try to fight it but i’d rather be free”

at this point, kirishima and denki are dancing around to back sero up, mina is squeling excitedly, and even bakugou is whooping in encouragement.

by the time the second chorus comes around, your cradling sero’s face in your hands, singing along with him. while both of you are singing horribly, it begins to feel like the rest of your friends fade away, and it’s just the two of you speaking the lyrics to each other.

“cause i can’t get it out of my head, no i can’t shake this feeling that crawls in my bed. i try to hide it but i know you know me.”

before the song can go any farther, you take the mic from sero, tossing it out of the way and pulling him against you to kiss him. the room erupts in cheers, making both of you grin and momentarily pull away from each other.

“well it’s about time!“ iida exclaimed. this sends everyone into a fit of laughter, sero discreetly pulling you into his lap as you wipe a tear from your eye.

katsuki nudges izuku, nodding towards you two.

“i told you. hand over the twenty, nerd.”

“ugh, fine!”

“you guys bet on us?” sero raises a brow, turning your attention towards their conversation.

“yea, i bet deku twenty bucks you two’d be back together by the end of the year.”

you can’t help but smile, noticing an odd look on ochacko’s face.

“were you in on this too?!”

“you two are practically made for each other, how could i not?!”

you chuckle as you look around the room, the expressions on everyone’s face letting you know they were in on the bet too.

“now, hold on! a kiss doesn’t necessarily mean you won, kats. are you guys back together?”

you turn to look at sero, finding his eyes already on yours. he raises his eyebrows in question, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

“yea, we are.” you say softly, watching his eyes light up.

he kisses you quickly as your friends burst into excited chatter, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“i missed you.”

“i missed you.”

[7inaa]

Boyf!sero // Boyf! Draken loves when you get new tooth gems every few months, he’s always like “smile for me baby” and geeks out at how pretty his baby is when you come back from the appointment into his black Mercedes’

[chcharealsmooth]

gawddd i love them nerdy boyss

like yes bby tell me about the book yr reading while i trail kisses down yr neck. i know you have class in thirty minutes but i betcha i can make those khakis dirty in half the time. please please please let me grind on your legs while you watch your documentary.

no i didn't know thats how fast a mice hearts beats keep going. rut up into me while you frantically try to hold your finger on the page of your closed book that you were reading minutes ago.

oops theres lipgloss on your glasses let pz take them off and whipe em clean foryou. oh no i guess i dropped them let me bend over and pick em up. why r u blushing bby here r ur glasses >~<

[frickingnerd]

(accidentally) holding hands

pairing: hanta sero x gn!reader

summary: you accidentally grab sero's hand...

you hadn't meant to place your hand on top of sero's. all you had done was lean back against one of the tables in your classroom, while talking with your friends. you hadn't even looked back to see which tables it was, but it just so happened to be the one sero was currently sitting at. and by accident, you placed your hand right on top of his…

"oh, i'm sorry–!!"

you pulled your hand away immediately, but the black haired boy was already grinning at you.

"if you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just asked, you know?"

sero teased and leaned forward a bit, causing you to back away and blush surprised.

though before you could reply, he brushed it off with a motion of his hand and grinned.

"just kidding~"

[tteokdoroki]

Bakusquad boys fucking you until youre crying and ruined by their big fucking cocks :((

sniffling i just think that you’d be in a new relationship with frat boy! bakugou would bring you home from a date and be like !! “got a surprise f’you sweetheart, promise you won’t freak out?” ‘n then it’s just all of his friends with their cocks out desperate to fuck you, cause they thing kats’ girlfriend is so cute..so fucking pretty.

“they really really like you, yanno. wont stop askin’ about you.” katsuki standing right behind you, fingers dancing up the backs of your thighs down your panties to ease the tension in the room, toying with your clit, fucking you with them like you’re on his dick. “you wanna play with them?”

please and you nod your sweet little head, and katsuki tilts you by the chin to let kirishima kiss you first, guiding your hand to his absolutely massive cock— so big it makes you nervous and whimper into his mouth, the boys letting out quiet ‘fucks’ while they wait their turn, ‘n eiji is so gentle with you, hiking your thigh up on his hip so he can rub is fat dick through your folds, mushroom tip stimulating your nub just right wails.

and when he finally makes you cum like that, you get passed over to denki who’s the complete opposite of the red head— he’s longer than he is thicker, and he makes you cockwarm him :( sit on his lap while he pinches your clit over and over till you��re cumming before he fucks it back into you nice and slow— torturing you, laughing down in your face aaaa.

sero just wants to eat you out, groaning at the taste of his friends mixed in with your juices— smiles into your cunt when you grab his hair, pout and whine because it’s too much and you’ve been through way too much tonight but he knows just how to use his tongue on you, begging you to give him a little something since he’s been so patient all night :( makes you squirt in his mouth.

you get passed back to bakugou and he makes you feel like you’re the only two people in the room— his mouth on your neck and his body pressed over yours while he pounds you into the couch makes you forget all about his friends watching and jerkin’ their dicks to your needy moans. katsuki knows exactly what you like, has it engraved into his mind where to touch you, that you like it when he puts your legs on his shoulders and when he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back into your tight heat. he pulls back, spits on his dick to watch it disappear inside of you along with all that cream, and precum— oh he loves it, loves how you’ve not moaned anyone else’s name all night except for his :(( and then in the end he’s filling you up with his cum and marking you as his property from the inside.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

m'starting to get my groove back no emperor so here's a lil valentines day piece i wrote, hope yall enjoy ♡ ! ( a lil bit more love for the hopeless romantic singles like me, ppl in a relationship yall can get that from your s/o's..still love yall tho ♡)

fem reader, katsuki is a nervous lil thing, his friends don't help( they do end up helping him out tho), just pure fluffyness, bksquad boys are sassy towards each other but all in good fun, bkg is a softie, kirimina kinda hinted but eiji shuts it down take it how u wanna, food n takeout mentions,dude talk written by a girl trying her best, kirishima's sheets smell bad lemme know if i missed sum else ♡ !! (no friends to lovers mentioned in this one btw..starting to feel myself goin thru withdrawal already..), not rlly reader oriented like usual but i thought this was cute lol i like the idea of katsuki caring about us so much he goes out his way to ask for help from others (despite hating doing so)teehee (also i like the idea of these silly guys interacting and i like hc-ing them okay okay i'll stop rambling okay-)

the last thing kirishima expected at 9.34 pm was someone basically busting down his door with how hard they were knocking on it.

eijirou opens the door urgently and is even more suprised to see his foul mouthed best friend on the other side of the door.

"woah, bakugou, man !" he exclaims seeing the state his friend was in. his eyes looked droopy and his clothes were wrinkled up like he had done a lot of moving around. usually, he would've assumed his friend had just awoken from a good nap, but his restless expression said otherwise. "what happened to you ? you look—"

" 'm fine." bakugou gruffs hoarsely, taking a deep breath at his friends widened eyes, softening up his demeanor just slightly " i'm good," he rephrased "just—you gonna let me in or what ?"

eijirou sputters out an "of course, of course" only for his friend let himself in before he could even move aside. though he immediately freezes when he sees-

"woah, kacchan's gone nutso ! " denki exclaims, face turning red from laying upside down on kirishima's bean bag for way too long.

"and he's up past 8 ? must be the apocalypse or somethin' " sero chuckles from his place on the floor near the dresser.

bakugou groans has he flops onto eijirou’s bed "of course you losers are here" his complaint is muffled against the pillows, but not muffled enough to where the rest of the boys can't hear.

"hey ! we were here before you ! 'f anythin', you're the one intruding—!" denki gulps, eyebrows furrowed. he quickly spins around to lay right when he feels the blood rushing to his head, taking a deep breath afterwards. sero chuckles and bakugou deadpans at kaminari for a good fourty seconds before slamming his head back down and groans even louder.

kirishima decides he's at a safe enough distance to sit down on his own bed, without making any sudden moves so as not to anger the beast that is an angry, sleepy bakugou. he places a hand near his friends leg, where he deems he's at safe to ask "what's up man ? you're usually in bed by this time.." he hears sero make a noise in agreement.

"yeah, or he's havin' kissy-kissy time with his giiiirrrlffrrieeeend.." kaminari sings, kicking his feet in the air jokingly. bakugou, to everyones suprise, flinches at the mention of you, then slams his head against kirishima's pillow harder and groaning even louder.

all three friends share a curious-somewhat worried look. kirishima nudges his head in bakugou's direction, silently begging his friends to say something. said friends adamantly shake their heads, as if synchronized, making a cross motion with their arms. kirishima sighs to himself, some friends.

yet again, he is the first one to speak up " did..did something happen between you two, didja fight or something ?" he asks carefully, his entire body is strained and the air in the room is so heavy, everybody present ready to get a big portion of the great lord explodo-bomberkill's anger.

only to be met with bakugou turning around to lay on his back eyebrows strained slightly and eyes absent, thinking about something they don't know "what ? course we didn't fuckin fight, idiot." he answers simply.

the three friends all let out an obnoxious sigh of relief, to katsuki's slight confusion.

"hoo, okay." kirishima answered relieved. he knows you and bakugou don't fight very much (which he thinks is super manly) but he knows that when it happens bakugou get's extremely—EXTREMELY—irritable, so it's best to stay away from him while he has his heart broken for a little bit, unless he reaches out by himself, but that only happens when he feels really bad and came to ask for advice on how to get his boyfriend priviledges back. "soo.." eijirou sings "what happened then ?"

bakugou's face hardens and the group stiffens again, preparing for a latent explosion--perhaps the volcano was still dormant and was about to be set off. the three boys hold their breaths.

bakugou takes a deep breath, a sour expression on his face.

3..

bakugou huffs out a sigh.

2...

he opens his mouth to speak and—his cheeks are turning pink ?

"valentine's day's after tomorrow and i don't know what the fuck to get her."

the three boys slump over and kaminari does so so hard his face bangs against the floor. kirishima feels like he's in a sitcom or some gag anime.

" that's it ?" sero chuckles to himself "what ? you're worried for valentine's day ?" sero mocks, gladly taking the opportunity to mess with the blond "that shit's easy man." he cackles, leaning against the dresser more comfortably.

"yeah dude, all you gotta do is get her some chocolates and like—a teddy bear or somethin' girls love that typa stuff !" kaminari piped up, having lifted his head up from the floor. sero nods and bakugou lifts himself up to scoff at them. it feels like it comes from the deepest depth of his very being and kirishima feels a little hurt, despite not being the target of the attack.

"this is why you losers don't have girlfriends yourselves, so i don't wanna hear anythin' from you." kaminari chokes out an "ouch, dude !" " sides, i'm not just gonna settle for that boring ass shit for my girl. no chance in hell." bakugou concludes gruffly.

"yeah, yeah we get it you're the perfect boyfriend" sero quips bitterly, rolling his eyes. " why'd you come here to ask us if, according to you, we get none ?" he questioned raising an eyebrow.

"i came here for shitty hair, not you bastards." the blond spits, rolling his eyes as well before turning to kirishima, who jumps a little at his friends slightly desperate eyes on him.

"woah, i don't have—what makes you think i would be any help ?" the redhead splutters, waving his hands around.

"don't you have something goin' on with alien chick ?"

"what ?! no dude, we're just friends !"

at that, bakugou's eyes widen the slightest bit before he groans for what feels like the 5Oth time tonight, and flops back onto the bed dramatically, turning his head away from his friend " your fuckin' useless too, then." his friend grumbles angrily.

"hey !" kirishima exclaims "mean ! i help you with your girlfriend troubles all the time without having one !"

bakugou turns to face his friend again with narrowed eyes, before exhaling a frustrated sigh and lifting himself up again, eyebrows furrowed. "your sheets smell like ass by the way." he chides, nose scrunched slightly.

"h-hey !" kirishima reiterates " i was gonna wash 'em !"

bakugou gives him an incredulous look, before shaking his head, sighing.

"well look, how about you just get her something you know she likes, isn't that good enough ?" sero offers, shrugging to himself.

"ou ! i saw a guy on tiktok ask his girlfriend out with wingstop, you could like-" kaminari, despite getting lightheaded before has apparently not learned his lesson as he flips around on his back again "—ask her to be your valentines with some fast food chain she likes, and those cute pink heart balloons they sell at the mall, y'know !"

the boys all hum at kaminari's suprisingly helpful idea. kirishima doesn't wanna say it out loud but he really hadn't expected such a cute idea from his electric friend.

"y'know, i was gonna say you were just hungry with the wingstop thing, but that's actually not a bad idea kaminari." sero hums absentmindedly with an impressed expression on his face. kirishima sweatdrops at his lack of tact but isn't really suprised.

"fuck you, man ! you guys never trust me with this stuff." kaminari whines mostly to himself. "yer track record isn't really the best when it comes to scoring girls, is it ?" sero retorts.

kirishima shakes his head seeing his friends start to bicker. he decides to ignore them and turn to his spiky haired friend, who seems deep in thought "well, what about it ? that sound like a good idea ?" he asks.

"s'not half bad.." his friend mutters in response " it's a good start, i guess."i if he notices how kaminari presses a hand to his chest with a heartfelt look on his face, he doesn't comment on it.

"oh, maybe try the take-out and a movie, i'm assuming you're not trynna have a whole celebration, yeah ?" bakugou grunts in response, his nose scrunches as he cringes thinking about the idea. he shakes his head "no, want it to be..about just the two of us, y'know ?" he utters honestly, in a way that sounds way too out of character from him.

a symphony of awwwss resonates around the room and katsuki feels his cheeks heat up hard as he harshly tells his friends to shut up.

" but seriously i'm curious, you guys are already together right ? why would you need to ask her to be your valentine anyway—shouldn’t that be a given ? " sero wonders.

"i don’t fuckin know, my old hag says it’s about the principal or some shit like that." bakugou sighs, flopping back onto the bed and throwing an arm up over his eyes, it seemed like being up so late was affecting him.

"no way dude, you called your mom ?" kaminari asks, jaw practically reaching the floor (or the ceiling..?) in shock. bakugou flushes and splutters as he hears his friends reaction to this apparently shocking news.

“shut up.” he growls “she says it’s important to show i care.. my old man does it an' they're still together right now so he must be doin' something right.

"woah man.." kirishima uttered in awe " you're goin so far to make your girlfriend happy.." he clenches his fist "s-so manly !" bakugou simply grumbles to himself in response.

"honestly..i didn't expect that from you..like at all."

"fuck off !"

"like genuinely, at all. or maybe like, 0.00003 percent cha-"

" i'll fuckin' kill you tape arms !" bakugou barked, small sparks shooting out of his palms as he kneeled at the foot of kirishima's bed in pursuit of the black haired boy. kirishima swiftly swoops in and grabs his friends arm, quickly putting his finger over his mouth

"shhhh, man !" kirishima shushes. " if we're loud, class rep's gonna hear us !" he hisses.

"or worse, mr. aizawa..." kaminari whimpered.

all four boys share a shiver.

afterwards, bakugou sighs, acting as if him almost literally blowing up at his friend a minute ago hadn't happened and gets up to sit on the side of the bed.

"well whatever, i'm satisfied." he says, a little yawn leaving him "my folks gave me some ideas so i'll use those too." his eyes zip around the room and back to the floor, then he closes his eyes and speaks so quietly kirishima barely catches it

"you guys' idea isn't horrible either so i'll keep it in mind..thanks." he utters a quick " 'r whatever." before suddenly getting up and practically sprinting to the door.

it's quiet in the room as everyone sits stunned and kirishima is the first to speak again "o-oh yeah, no problem man, anytime !" he beamed, though still slightly shocked.

"yeah, no problem..!" kaminari can't seemed to decide if he wants to smile or be stunned. his mouth stuck in an awkward half-smile-half- '°O°-' face.

" course." sero raises a thumbs up and a small smile.

bakugou grunts to himself, graces his friends with a simple "night." then pulling the door open quietly, looking around the hallway quickly before swiftly creeping out the room, closing the door behind him. the boys quickly reciprocate the goodnight quietly before he can fully close it. he stutters at the door for a second longer and kirishima knows he heard them then, so he's satisfied.

it's quiet in the room for about 5 seconds after bakugou's left.

"dude, for some reason that made me feel all warm inside..is that just me ?" kaminari hummed, pressing a hand to his chest.

"nope, me too" sero admits, sighing to himself.

"yeah, same here" kirishima says as well, smiling to himself " he really cares about yn, huh ?"

"i can give him that, yeah" sero stretches, getting up so he can jump onto kirishima's bed.

"dude" he lifts his head up "your sheets do smell like ass." sero snickers.

" I- AM-GONNA-WASH-THEM !! "

afterwards valentines day comes around. the boys don't have valentines of their own but when they see you and katsuki hand in hand, with you holding onto those cute pink heart balloons from the mall, wearing a sweater a little too big for you and a valentines day gift bag in your one hand, with bakugou holding onto a bag of take-out and offering them a single side glance and a nod with a half smirk on his lips, they feel extremely proud of themselves. bakugou reminds himself to tell his friends he owes them one.

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Hi friends started the Tattoo Artist!Sero fic! Here's a rough, rough, lil snippet cause who knows how long this will take me 😅😅

Sero has always loved to draw, even when he was a little kid. What started as small doodles, those that filled his notebooks more than his writing and school work, turned into piles and piles of sketchbooks that were filled with intricate drawings. 

He remembered being little, using washable markers to doodle fun patterns and designs on the arms of his friends, remembering how most recess breaks were filled with doing a doodle request for a number of fellow classmates. To being older, and having those same classmates come up to him to see if they could utilize his skills to make projects look nicer. To even being in college, a prestigious art school, and having people beg him to make a tattoo design; willing to pay lots of money so they could forever have a drawing of his on their skin.

And that sparked something inside him. A passion to turn a hobby into a career.

It took years and years of effort, of schooling, of practicing, of littering his skin with designs both good and bad (and subsequently spending more time fixing his faults), and then drawing on the bodies of those that were not always ideal, but Hanta Sero finally achieved his goal, and somewhat his childhood dream and hobby, into a reality. He finally owned his own tattoo parlor.

He found a little shop within the city, perfect enough for him and a few of his friends to call their own, to create their own brand, and to make their own living. It was a little run down, but after a few weeks of intense TLC, and an inspection, it was good enough to start accepting patrons; and boy, there were a lot of them.

Word got around that he was finally opening his own shop, to accept clients and create art on their skin that they would enjoy for a lifetime, and so many jumped on the chance. Some were people he had known for years, eagerly awaiting another drawing of ink, and some were those that saw his work on his many social pages that wanted to add another to their growing collections. Whatever the case was, once he turned on the neon ‘open’ sign on the day of opening, he and his friends were booked for months in advance.

And the cherry on top of all of this? Was the bookstore that sat just across the street from him. Not because he was into books, though he did read from time to time, but because of the owner that bookshop had. He couldn’t deny that he thought you were pretty when he first caught sight of you through his window after closing on his first day; and he couldn’t deny that he would wait with anticipation until you closed shop and were on your way home just so he could get a glimpse of your cute face.

hope you like it~

[yourlovermori]

stoner!sero with a cock that makes your brain go hazy. he’s such a tease especially when he’s high and if you wanna cum? he makes you work for it. not that he doesn’t want it as bad as you do he just likes seeing his baby so desperate n needy for him.

his hand rests on your hip while the other holds the blunt. his eyes are low and filled with lust, eyeing your backside as you fuck yourself back on him. soft squelches of the shared sin fill the room. your walls desperately cling to his manhood wanting nothing more than anything to cum. yet it’s so hard to, especially when he’s not helping. you’re whining out pleas and begging him to do something but he remains nonchalant. hand coming down hard and smacking your ass.

you’d do anything to cum right now and he knows it. you try to grind down to give your little clit some sort of stimulation but he notices instantly — hand circling the back of your neck pulling you down back resting flush against his chest. you turn to face him and he blows a cloud of smoke in your face, tutting at you. your eyes filled to the brim with tears. “if you can’t ride me properly then i won’t let you cum at all,” he says. and that’s the truth. he’ll leave you here high and dry, but you don’t want that. giving you no choice, but to do what he says. hoping that maybe — just maybe he’ll let you cum.

[loner4-life]

And they were Roomates!

Don't @ me for the shit ass title or I'll come for you toes.

Tags: soft Dom Sero,demisexual reader, chubby reader, fem reader, oral (fem receiving), virgin Reader, lots of asking for consent because consent 👏 is 👏 sexy, mentions of insecurities, I am a firm believer in the Hispanic sero headcannon, sero has nipple piercings (fight me), think I got all the tags 🤷‍♀️

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You sat at your desk shuffling through reports of mishaps that had happened that week.

Having to fill out paperwork for the villains arrest,collateral damage and details of the event and so on.

You yawned, stretching your arms above your head before setting them back down.

Well when you stretched you caught a whiff of your b/o. "Jesus…" you said  scrunching your nose.

You had come home from work that day sweaty as hell but also tired. You told yourself, "you would bathe in an hour or so.

Yeah, you had just maybe pushed that a little too far because it was dark out now.

You pushed yourself away from your desk before stripping fully and wrapping yourself in a robe.

You walked over to your dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt.

You didn't care much for tight clothing when it came to comfort. You gathered some things you need with you, deodorant, perfume, lotion, etc.

You walked to the bathroom and set everything neatly on the counter. You went to turn on the shower until you realized you forgot your phone.

You walked out and back to your room you grabbed it off your bed and turned to walk out when you heard the front door slam, your roommate had come back.

Sero had a bit of a later shift than you so obviously he'd get home later.

When you and the class graduated 3 years ago it was expected to live in an apartment for a few years, having a roommate made it easier.

Bakugou and kirishima decided to shack up together and Sero would have lived with kaminari but things changed at the last minute.

Don't get him wrong, he absolutely loves living with you, it's just that certain things are difficult.

Mainly the fact that he has had a crush on you since second year, and we'll so did you.

You were both pretty good at hiding it so neither one of you knew how the other felt. You and Sero agreed that living together was a good idea.

You both got along and were way too comfortable with each other, same aesthetics and values.

So when he walked into your shared home and saw you in a robe it wasn't too weird, except the fact that he focused way too hard on how the robe slit up your thigh tastefully, how it parted just enough to see the sides of your breasts.

He kept his cool however.  He gave you a smile as he shut the door, "hey y/n" he said, setting his helmet on the couch.

You smiled back "Hey Hanta, I wasn't expecting you home yet so I was gonna blare music, but even though you're home that's not changing sooo" you teased as you waved before shutting the bathroom door.

Sero chuckled to himself as he sat on the couch to decompress.

You lay against the door behind you,you couldn't get that image out of your head, the way his suit had little tears in it showing off his lean muscles.

The way his hair was tied back,revealing his undercut.

You felt your cheeks warm up as you turned on the shower and took off your robe, hanging it on a hook.

You hopped in the shower and began to cleanse your stench. You began to think to yourself, fantasizing.

You snapped yourself out of it, you should fantasize about your friend, whom you'd known for six years.

The man you live with, but you couldn't help it. And yet you couldn't confess your feelings.

You dismissed yourself a lot, claiming that he wouldn't even want to date you, you felt the way you look wasn't worth his love.

The way your thighs left no space between each other, the way you felt you had to tuck your tummy into every pair of pants you wore in order to feel pretty, especially that you had stretch marks.

However you did have your days where you felt like you were on top of the world, you felt like no man was worth your time.

Those days were rare though, every other day were the same thoughts. But you couldn't be more wrong.

In Hanta's mind you were the most gorgeous women he'd ever laid eyes on. He loved how soft and caring you look.

The way you enjoyed his cooking, the way your hips curved mesmerized him. But alas he had his insecurities as well.

He was afraid to lose you as a friend. What if he did confess and you rejected him, it would make things awkward, what if you didn't want to be around him anymore, he couldn't risk it.

He cared about you too much. You carefully rinsed your body not wanting to get your hair wet.

Not feeling like going through the steps of washing it. You turned the shower off, stepped out and dried off.

You grabbed your lotion and began to apply it when you heard two soft knocks on the door, "hey, you want lazy noodles tonight?" Hanta asked from the other side.

"Yeah that's fine thank you!" You said back as you got dressed.

" No problem" he said, his voice fading as he spoke. You tidied up the bathroom before gathering your things and exiting the bathroom and waking back to your room.

You put your stuff away before asking your way to the kitchen where you saw Sero pouring water from the kettle into two cups of noodles.

"Welcome" he smiled, handing you your cup. He grabbed his before getting ready to go to his room with it.

Figuring he'd do some paperwork work as well. You spoke up though, "hey uhm Hanta, you wanna watch a movie or something?"

You asked as you walked into the living room. He shrugged as he followed you.

" Yeah, that sounds nice, wouldn't mind pushing off my paperwork to hang out with you." He smiled, patting your back as he sat on the couch.

You sat next to him with the remote before you put on some cheesy horror movie so you wouldn't have to pay serious attention to it.

The two of you began to eat your food as you discussed what had happened on each of your patrols.

You truly enjoyed spending time with him. Everything about him made you fall for him. His smile, his laugh, the way he looks at you when you talk to him.

He truly listens and cares. "Your patrol sounded crazy!" He said as he slurped his noodles.

You sighed as you smiled. "It was exhausting, and we got to do it again tomorrow" You said as you stirred your broth.

"Hey Hanta? Can I ask you a question?" You said, tilting your head curiously.

"Of course Y/N" he nodded. "Is being a pro hero everything you expected?"

You asked fiddling with a piece of your hair. He pondered for a moment, "Well… I think we all expected a lavish life at first, so sharing an apartment isn't how I expected my career to be at first.

"

He spoke. "Oh…" you said, looking away. He realized how what he said must have sounded.

" Of course I mean I love living with you!" He panicked, shaking his hands dismissively.

"Seriously, I'm over the moon I get to live with someone I'm super close to." He smiled.

You smiled back, "I like sharing this space with you too hanta."

You thought about asking him a deeper question but didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He read you like a book though.

"What's on your mind?" He asked, setting his cup on the coffee table. "Oh it's nothing-" you said. He hummed.

"It's obviously something, your leg's shaking" he said gesturing to your bouncing leg.

You sighed, "did you expect a hero career to be so… lonely?" You said looking at him.

"Do you feel lonely?" He asked. "Well not in the way you're thinking, of course I'm not lonely in the people I hang out with area.

I just mean well…. romantically" You said turning red. "Ahhh '' he said understandingly, "well now that you mention it… no I didn't… It is quite lonely."

He said quietly. You cursed yourself for ruining the mood.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-" he rested his hand on your thigh, "no no its ok" he smiled taking his hand away.

You missed the contact already. Sero looked at you guiltfully if he was being honest with himself.

Here he is head over heels for you but too scared to say it and you're over here feeling lonely.

You felt the atmosphere turn awkward. Should you say how you feel.

You had never felt this way about someone, you had never even been with someone romantically.

You never felt comfortable enough with someone. But Sero, he made you feel warm and bubbly, you felt at ease with him.

"You make me feel less lonely," you said, looking at him in his eyes softly.

He saw how you looked at him, he was looked at like that before he knew what he meant.

"You make me less lonely too~..." He smiled sweetly as he scooted closer to you. "Are we thinking the same thing?"

You said shyly as you leaned forward slowly. "Are you thinking about kissing me?, because I'm thinking about kissing you…" he said breathlessly.

You threw all your fears at the window at that moment. You leaned forward closing the distance between the both of you as you kissed him deeply.

Not in the rough, lustful way, but the sweet, deep,caring way.

You set you cup on the coffee table as well as you placed your hands on his chest, you sat up on your knees gaining heights as your head was above his.

Your hands running up to the back of his head, slipping his hair out of his tie. " y/n…" he moaned quietly.

You pulled away panting slightly as he looked at you with dilated pupils. 

"You've made me feel ways no one else ever has hanta" you spoke. " Can't believe I waited that long to do what you teased.

He smiled as his hand found your hips as he leaned back on the arm of the couch, you sitting in his lap.

The two of you fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.Your chest rested against his as you both looked longingly into each other's eyes.

Simply enjoying the energy that surrounds the two of you. "Kiss me again~" you whispered. He smiled as he pulled you closer to him to connect your lips once more.

You were lost in it, you didn't notice you began to roll your hips into him. He gasped quietly, you sat up quickly.

"I-I'm sorry-" you apologized before he cut you off, "no no it's fine, just sudden." He said brushing thumb against your cheek comfortingly.

"Is there something… more you want to do?" He asked in a teasing tone making you blush. " there is but.." You paused.

Yeah you were a virgin, and you never told anyone, not even Mina. Would it be weird if you told him?

"I've never done this before." You said weakly. "Oh? So I'm your first?" He asked lustfully as he sat up slightly to kiss your neck.

You gasped quietly as you gripped his hair, "yes~" You purred in his ear.

You were suddenly picked up and flipped with your back now being pressed into the couch.

Hanta looming over you, "then let me take you.." He said softly kissing you once again. "Ok…" you said.

He nipped at your neck lovingly as he traveled down your side, making their way up under your shirt, making you shiver.

"So perfect~..." He spoke into your neck. The vibration of his voice against your neck made you moan.

"You're so sensitive honey" he praised as his hand traced the edge of your bra. "Can I touch you baby?" He asked.

You nodded as your cheeks heated up. His hand went under the cup of your bra as he pawed at your tit.

You covered your face with your hand as you turned your head to the side embarrassed.

He kissed your cheek as he cooed, "don't hide from me baby, want to see how pretty you look when you feel good."

He pinched your nipple making you cry out. He pulled his hand away before he grabbed the hem of your shirt, you grabbed his wrists nervously, "don't be nervous, you're ok" he whispered.

He took his hands away before pulling off his own shirt. You blushed before taking your shirt off. "Now we're even," he smiled.

You practically drooled at the sight. His pecs, his washboard abs, the shiny jewelry that adorned his nipples.

"Can I touch them?" You asked, raising your hands, brushing them up, his abs making him twitch, "S-sure, they're sensitive though."

He stuttered. Your hands found his nipples as you twisted the barbells in between your fingers.

He tilted his head up as he shut his eyes in pleasure, groaning softly.

You leaned forward as you took the sensitive bud in your mouth,your hit muscle swirling over it. "M-mí amor!"

He whined as he gripped your hair. You almost evaporated from his moans alone.

You pulled away before kissing his neck. "God you're feisty considering you've never done this before."

He teased you. "I've thought about this a lot~" You teased back. He laughed as he laid you back.

"I think I want a snack before i have my meal.'' He gently took off your shorts. He got down on his belly, his long legs dangling off the couch.

"Have you ever been eaten out before, baby?" He smiled. You shook your head no shyly. He smiled before flatly licked the wet spot on yourpanties.

"H-hanta, want your mouth…please" You whined. "Don't have to tell me twice" he peeled your panties off you, your slick sticking to them.

"So wet for me~" He purred as he began to lick up and down between your folds.

You moaned as your back arched slightly. You grabbed his hair like it was a handle bar.

He sucked you clit as his hands dug into your hips, pulling you into his mouth like a starved man.

"Hanta! So good!~" you cried as you bucked your hips into his mouth. You could already feel yourself reaching that high.

"O-oh god.God.. hanta" you moaned. "So sensitive~" He said as he slurped your cunt.

He pulled away shortly after, as much as he wanted to give you what you wanted, he wanted to feel you cum around his cock so back.

"Why'd you stop?" you whined.He rolled his eyes with a smile as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet before handing it to you.

"Hold that for me" he told you as he stood and took off his pants, standing before you in just his boxers.

You're sure you're bleeding profusely from your nose. "Like what you see honey?" He said as he kneeled back on the couch.

He grabbed you hips and pulled you closer to him making you yelp as you held onto his wallet for dear life.

He kissed you as he plucked his wallet from your hands. He sat up as he opened his wallet and pulled out a condom.

You swallowed nervously as the reality of the situation began to set in. He tossed his wallet to the side before looking back at you.

"Hey just relax…gonna make you feel so good darling" he reassured as he shimmed off his boxers.

His cock slapped against his stomach as it left the fabric of his underwear.

You reach behind yourself as you unclasp your bra. It fell from your chest as you tossed it among the various articles of clothing on the floor.

His jaw practically dropped as he stared at your chest. "D-don't stare" You blushed. "Sorry you're just… so beautiful and perfect."

He said as he looked at you with sultry eyes as he brought the edge of the condom wrapper to his teeth before tearing it open.

Your face turned impossibly more red as you watched him roll it on his throbbing,dripping cock.

You opened your legs as he scooted closer to you. He brought the tip to your soaked pussy as he rubbed your hole with it.

"Can I?" He asked. You nodded, "just go slow~" you warned. "Of course he whispered as he slowly guided his cock into you.

You gasped as it first entered you, it was unusual to have something that warm inside you,but you weren't complaining.

He bottomed out before looking at you to see if you were ok.

He breathed heavily trying to adjust. "S-so big" You drooled.

You grabbed the back of his head as you kissed him. "Move.. please" he began rolling his hips in and out of you.

It took a moment of discomfort to get past the burn of your cunt stretching to take him all in. The burn soon turned to pleasure though.

"O-oh Hanta yes!" You moaned. You heard him groan in your ear as he gripped the edge of the couch as if he was trying to crush it.

"So tight, fuck" he hissed. "Faster hanta~" He happily obliged, picking up his pace.

You shut your eyes tightly as your nails dug into his back. He gradually picked up speed as you got used to the feeling.

Even began demanding him to go harder. To which he would never disappoint.

You felt as if he punched the air out of your lungs everything he thrusted into you. "U-im gonna..cum.. fuck h-hanta!" you groaned.

" cream on my cock hérmosà~" his hand reached down as he rubbed your clit in frantic circles.

Your legs trembled as the chord in your belly drew tighter, teetering over the edge of climax. "O-Oh God!"

You cried before cumming, you pussy clamping down on hanta's cock.

",¡Oh, Dios mío!, tan apretado, voy a llenar tu dulce coño" he slurred as his pace quickened for a moment as he let out a loud groan.

His hips slowed as you both breathed heavily. He collapsed on your chest making you exhale slightly from the additional weight.

You ran your fingers through his hair. As he kissed your chest, the cold metal of his piercings made you flinch when he moved.

"You did so well mi corazón" he whispered. "Are you ok?" He asked as he traced your body with his fingers.

"Yes, that felt… really amazing" you said shyly as you smiled at him. He smiled back, "I'm glad I got to be your first"

[lady-ashfade]

Snowballs.

Poly!Bakusquad x Reader.

Someting about the cooled, the snow on the ground made you feel so warm inside. Watching them play in the cold white fluff and laugh while throwing snowballs at each other made you feel so happy and in love. It’s been a year since you all started going out and this Christmas was the first season you spent as a couple.

“Don’t just stand there,” denki shouted and ran behind you as you laughed. “Help me.” The others look at you with smirks with the snowballs in their hands. You sigh and put up your arms ready to take the hits.

“Come one, do it.” You grin mischievously. They scream and start to launch them at you. You only laugh as they all hit you, one going in your hair and face.

Denki screamed and reached up and took your face in his hands, “Not the face.” He screamed and got in front of you again. “My hero.” He gave you one kiss on the cheek before turning around with a playful glare.

“Let’s get them.”

[leathernourishingshoepolish]

Dressing up in creepy costumes with hitoshi and going around UA dorms at night and scaring the shit out of everyone 😭

Izuku accidentally showing PDA because when hes with you all he sees is you and he forgets abt everything else around him. 😭😭

Christmas activities with sho. Wearing soft comfy clothes. Making Christmas cookies and gingerbread houses with him. Eating sweets while watching your favorite Christmas movie together while laying by the fireside and just feeling so in love.

Peeping into the kitchen to see katsuki dancing and cooking and doing lil twirls and just seeming so HAPPY and at PEACE. Also probably singing whatever song he likes 😭.

Trick or treating with kiri!! Dressing up in matching outfits and going out to get candy like little kids and giggling as you skip down the neighborhood while holding hands.

Denki would just decide one day hes gonna surprise you when you walk into your dorm room by singing some corny ass song and holding a ring pop for you while down on one knee 😭😭

Sero who introduces you to his family and his mother and siblings absolutely LOVE YOU. LIKE AN INCREDIBLE AMOUNT. You’re basically part of their family and his siblings share embarrassing stories about him while hes playfully grimacing in shame 😭

Aizawa whos birthday surprise you secretly plan with mic and 1A to surprise him on the night he gets back from patrol. He ended up tearing up when he came back to his kids, bsf and wife all together with a surprise and a new kitty just for him. HE WAS SO HAPPY 😭

Doing skin care with shiggy on the rare occasion he gets to relax and hes just ridiculing all your products while youre dying of laughter and telling him to keep still while you paint his nails hot pink 😭😭

All of them who is so in absolute love with you and cherish you sm 😭

Mha imagines <3

Reblogs appreciated!

[sipsteainanxiety]

waaaa no bc 🥺🥺 it’d been two years since the apocalypse started and society went to shit. you’d been on your own, for the most part, forced to keep moving from place to place as you looked for someone—anyone—who was still alive. you’d lost a lot, you’d gained little, but you were still kicking and breathing. that had to count for something, right?

you thought you’d seen everything, thought you’d become an expert on how to avoid and kill clickers, stalkers, and bloaters alike. but what you hadn’t accounted for were, well, people. who could blame you, though? you’d been by yourself for years.

one moment you were tentatively picking your way to a strange, high-tech fence, the next you were tumbling into a hole feet first. you landed clumsily—your ankle made an odd cracking sound—and you had to bite back a shout as you crumpled to the ground. winded.

how were you supposed to know there were traps in the area? sure you probably could have been more perceptive, but you were caught off guard. and now you were stuck in a hole that was too deep to pull yourself out of with your injured ankle and too steep to climb. you resigned yourself to sitting on the ground with your pistol gripped tightly in your hand. your eyes never once left the opening of the hole.

surely whoever dug this hole—made this trap—would still be around, right? you swallowed thickly.

you were lucky that he was.

katsuki, when he found you hours later, was a surprise you hadn't been expecting. you heard his steps before you saw him peek into your little hole. you didn’t think he expected to see the barrel of a gun pointing up at him, but then again, neither did you. he was the first person you’d seen in ages—you lowered your gun first. he glared down at you with ruby eyes that seemingly seared right through your soul.

it took a lot of convincing on your part, assuring him that you weren't infected. he didn't believe you, of course he didn't, and he was more than willing to leave you in the hole to die if you were lying. but... he hadn't seen another person in so long... his resolve wavered. he brought over a ladder to get you out and before you could even step foot out of the hole, he scanned you. green. you were safe. still, he didn't let his guard down.

he took you to his home base—a heavily fortified area beyond that same high-tech fence you'd seen. there was no infected in sight. now that your adrenaline had faded away, you could feel the shooting pain in your ankle. you sheepishly asked him if he had a medkit as you awkwardly limped behind him. he... wasn't much for conversation.

katsuki gave you clothes, let you shower. he dropped off a large medkit in the bedroom he'd let you have so you could wrap up your ankle. he had running water, working lights. he had a garden and a little farm. and he was alone.

you could tell he'd had his fair share of loss as well. it lingered in the air, potent at times. but still, he'd made something peaceful in these exhausting, terrifying times. a little safe haven that he dedicated hours and hours to cultivating and protecting. you respected that.

your ankle worsened overnight, became swollen and painful to stand on. so he let you stay, albeit begrudgingly. sending you back out into the wilderness would be a death sentence and he knew that. but you had to pull your weight—as much as you could, anyways. you didn't mind. you had your skills you'd developed over the years.

days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. he didn't bother to kick you out, even after your ankle had fully healed. he'd grown used to you, and you to him. you helped him with his chores. you had dinner with him every evening. you woke up with him in the morning to go on little jogs around the fence perimeter. you shared quiet laughs and grim acknowledgements. you had your highs, and you had your lows.

it was only inevitable, you think, that you'd both become so tightly intertwined together that it was difficult for you to be separated.

katsuki kissed you, one night, after the sun had set and you both stood out on his house's porch, staring out into the darkness. fireflies dotted the air. the wind's cool caress along your face was replaced by his warm palm. he kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered—like you were the only thing tethering him to the earth. he told you, in a hushed voice, that he had something to protect, now, with you by his side. he had never known fear until you squirmed your way into his heart.

things changed, that night, for the better. your life—once so tainted by fear and blood—had turned into something so much sweeter in a way you didn't think was possible. you had him and he had you.

and together you would both love each other. for a long, long time.