"i wanna go home early tonight." — mha boys reaction to you telling them you wanna leave early [tiktok trend]
gn!reader x mha boys (deku, bakugo, todoroki, iida, kirishima, kaminari, sero) — 0.8k words
nana’s note: that one tiktok trend where people prank their bf saying they don’t wanna stay over the night LOL thought about kaminari’s reaction and decided to write everyone else’s. stupid, humorous, crack fic as the people say
deku: is on his phone and whips his head at you so fast you’d think he got whiplash LMAOO “w-wait, why?” he’s stammering already and frozen in place because poor izuku thinks he did something wrong to make you want to leave. drops his phone and all his attention is on you now and cue that inner monologue of his where he’s RAMBLING. his face gets all pink, eyes bubbling with concern as he tries to figure out what’s wrong, running through all possible reasons in the next three seconds until he just blurts out: “i can sleep on the couch!” PFFTTT you feel bad and stop the prank earlier than intended. he scratches his neck and laughs awkwardly as how quick he sold himself out HAHAHAA.
bakugo: “the fuck? why?” — instant hostility (toned down because it’s towards you). this mf was probably doing stretches on his floor because we all know he’s quietly all about that nightly wind-down routine. his brows furrow, lip curled in near disgust (you know that ugly face he makes all the time? yeah, LMAO) at the mere possibility that you don’t wanna stay the night. “because i’m not feeling it,” you retaliate with a shrug. bakugo watches you for a moment, completely silent as he scrutinizes your words. you almost break under his gaze cause like can he chill for 4 seconds… but he’s too smart and can see through your façade. “is this another damn tiktok trend? fuck outta my face with that.” (he spends the rest of the night by your side, doing whatever it is you want in silence)
todoroki: stares at you dumbfounded for a whole three seconds before quietly asking “… oh … why?” BUT SHOUTO IS SO SWEET BECAUSE THEN he’s questioning if you’re feeling okay, all gently and calmly. he’s quick to place a palm to your forehead, “are you feeling under the weather? i think fuyumi has some medication. do you want some water, too?” and he’s already half off the bed to fetch you whatever :( AWWW MY ANGEL BOY. you probably vow to never prank this boy in this sense again because he’s just too oblivious for his own good. got a good laugh outta you though because when you tell him it’s a prank he’s just like “.. oh, okay. i’m glad you’re feeling good, though.” with a cute small smile HAAHAH <3
iida: starts thwacking his hand in that chopping motion and he’s all flabbergasted like ???? has no genuine reason as to why you would say that, you seemed to be enjoying yourself the rest of the time. class rep takes off his glasses and cleans them like THAT COULD HELP HIM HEAR YOU BETTER OR COMPREHEND THE SITUATION LMFAOOOOOO. iida would gently hold your shoulders and ask you if everything is okay, like, did he… do something wrong? you burst out laughing in his face because he’s so serious and when you tell him it’s all a joke, the man’s glasses fog up in embarrassment. “do not play these games,” he says as he proceeds to grab a fresh pair of glasses off his wall. OKAY IIDA.
kirishima: you tell him from downstairs, yelling that you’re gonna head out soon. CUE HIS “what?! hey, babe—wait!” FROM THE TOP OF THE STEPS AND THE LOUD STOMPS OF HIS BIG ASS COMING DOWN. he’s like basically naked because he was in the process of changing before he heard you announce your leave LMAO. “why? what’s wrong, baby?” he’s so genuinely worried and confused, walking up to you with open arms. “don’t leave,” he’s POUTING. poor boy probably had the whole night planned out (movies, activities, snacks, hell—even your skincare regime he’ll do with you!). he wanted to do EVERYTHING. doesn’t find the prank very funny but sighs in relief. “don’t do that…” sharp-toothed lopsided grin <3
kamanari: i’m already dying at the thought of this man SCRABBLING to you from his bed to his door when you get up and announce you’re leaving. slides to you on his knees and wraps his arms around you. “BABE, WHY?” LMFAOOOO this dramatic mf I CAN’T. biggest puppy dog eyes. now see, i think he’d know about this prank but all reason flies out the window when his amazing and hot partner is threatening to leave his house for the night. all he can think about is HE CAN’T SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU? it’s enough to make him beg at the camera that blatantly in his face (he doesn’t notice it).
sero: you two are chilling on the couch watching some trash television when you say you wanna go home early. then to your absolute horror, this man goes “okay, see you.” HELLOOOO???? but sero is snickering to himself because this man already knows what your ass is up to. he’s quite the actor because he deadpans at you with a “what?” when you stare at him like ???? LMAOOOOOO. but he knows he went too far when he says “i can call you an uber or something.” he doesn’t get to blink before his last sight is your body flying at him HAHAAH “i’m sorry! i’m sorry!!” but the two of you laugh so hard together. sigh, i love a man that can play along.
synopsis: what if the infamous My Hero Academia characters were real life youtubers!? who would they be like? what content would they make? and what would their online personas be like? decisons decisons~
starring: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo & all might/toshinori yagi
warnings: nothing! just pure au fluff and a shit ton of cussing
tags: modern/real life au headcanons
a/n: i have so many more characters in mind and would love to make a part two for this, so please please please feel free to suggest me more characters that you'd like, be it mha or any other fandom, and as always, I LOVEE YOUUU ALLL MUWAHH
Izuku Midoriya as MATPAT/THE GAME THEORISTS!
alright lets be so real, if Izuku were to ever start a youtube channel, he would SOO be into forming game theories and conspiracies!!
with the way he decodes and breaks down each and every detail about his classmates quirks in his ridiculously plain notebooks, and the way he picks apart every attribute about certain attack styles and combat techniques.
in an AU universe where he would have the same enthusiam with games
HE WOULD SO BE A YOUTUBE THEORIST!!
breaking down each nook and cranny of every cut scene, fighting sqeuence or even the way the main character walks!
he would take everything into consideration and predict how the upcoming part of the game would go, or how the cliff hanger would unfold in the next unreleased chapter.
the game developers would usually dm him with a quick ''mann, and here we thought our plot twist was finally beyond your reach :(''
which would earn them a shy apology from Izuku.
and not to mention, how he would commentate over all this with that adorable, enthusiatic ''oh! and did you guys know this?!'' voice, the type thats so charming and filled with energy that all this viewers love, and you'd be lying if you said
you didn't too.
All Might/Toshinori Yagi as MR BEAST!
okay, do I even need to explain this
OFCOURSE ALL MIGHT WOULD BE THROWING ALL HIS MONEY IN HIS FANS FACES!!
he would organise the craziest challanges with the craziest prize pools, donate insane amounts of money, help millions people, or even more! all behind that big, bright smile of his.
and he would totally be youtube's No. 1 youtuber, earning not only the top spot in terms of numbers, views and subscribers, but also love from his fans all around the globe, along with his fellow content creator too.
he would find various ways by which he could reach out to fans that were in countries beyond his reach, and try his best to make them apart of his fun universe as well! because after all,
he was everyone's saviour!
Katsuki Bakugo as KUBZ SCOUTS!
no but why did this entire 'youtubers' idea strike me while watching one of Jay's Resident Evil 4 playthroughs where he trash talked Ashley, saying some shit like
''shut your bitch ass up'' and then says,
''no I'm kidding I really like her guys, thats just my love language, I like giving tough love''
BECAUSE THIS WOULD SO BE KATSUKI
he would trash talk the FUCK out of characters with his stupidly good cringe jokes and have that hilariously crooked laugh that goes 'hehehehe' whenever a scene in the game would make him chuckle.
not to mention he would so be a horror game gamer, because ofcourse he would, he never gets scared
right?
except in one of his granny play throughs where she finds him with a jumpscare, and he goes
''AHHH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?? She pulled me outta' the bed and slapped me with a bat!? I should pull down my pants and slap her with my dic—''
or when he's reacting to a scary animation and the narrator goes,
''that stormy night, I walked out my apartment complex, opening the door to my car which was a 1999 Toyota Camr—''
''Does anybody care what car he's driving?'' he interrupts, pausing the video
''he could've been drivin' a freakin' scooter, with a dildo up his ass, NOBODY CARES!!''
sigh
only his editor knows how many times he's risked getting banned.
if you're sad and on your bed reading this like a bag of potato chips, watch this, please, on god it'll give you hope to not kys
dividers by: @222luvr & @pixopix thank you so so much lovess!!
genre/warnings: camp counselor au/summer camp au, fluuuuffy fluff, suggestive, substance use (weed), cussing, implied sexual content in public (making out)
nothing brings out the attraction between two counselors more like late night smoke sessions and the inevitable end of summer camp
Sero Hanta x Reader - for the Milestone Event Week 2 - @sippn-the-tae
Hanta picks you up from work, your business attire a stark contrast against his wide, lazy fit and the shadow of a beard he keeps trying to grow.
“I look overdressed,” you pout, leaning into him. “Now I wanna go change.”
“You look hot,” Hanta disagrees, pulling you in. “And we absolutely can, I just thought since it’s around the corner-”
“No, it’s fine,” you sigh. “If we go home now, we won’t step foot outside again. I know myself.”
Hanta grins cheekily. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
“Stop it,” you laugh, slapping him playfully. “Come on, you wanted me to meet your friends, now do it.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he salutes playfully, dragging you down the street toward the busier parts of town.
You talk about work as you go, the cool recipe you saw online today and want to try this weekend, and the ugly shoes your coworker wore to work today.
Much too soon, the smell of fried food hits your nose, and your stomach rumbles.
“In here,” Hanta gestures at a tiny restaurant at the end of a narrow alley. “Kirishima once saved their cat from a tree or something. They make the best dumplings.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” you claim, slipping in after him.
The place is small, but homey, the walls adorned with a mishmash of knick-knacks and old photographs. An older woman is eating by the window, and two men in business suits are discussing the menu on a table by the door. In the back, however, a table is groaning under the weight of a dozen dishes, the group laughing and waving you over.
“We ordered without you!” One of the guys hollers, grinning from one ear to the other. “Cause you’re such a lame-ass!”
“I told you I’m picking up my girl!” Hanta shoots back, pulling you in. “You better have picked the best thing on the menu!”
Hanta turns to you, grinning foolishly. “That’s Kaminari,” he explains. Nothing more needs to be added. You’ve read their chats - accidentally and not so accidentally - and listened in on phone calls. Nothing is going to surprise you about him anymore.
“That’s my girl!” Hanta exclaims proudly, gesturing at you like you’re a statue, and he’s the tour guide. “Look at her!”
“Hi,” you wave, feeling a little awkward until one of the girls manages to free herself from her boyfriend and slips away from the table toward you. You expect her to greet you, but not the force she uses to propel herself in your direction, slinging her arms around you.
“YOU’RE SO CUTE!” She hollers, giggling. “I’m Mina, by the way. Come, sit with us!”
“She’s sitting with me,” Hanta tries to intervene, hand on your elbow. “Babe, please sit with me!”
They squabble, aided by Kaminari and the redhead, who seems to be Mina’s boyfriend, until a blond turns and snarls at them to be quiet, glaring at you with glowing red eyes.
“Can’t you keep a leash on him?” He asks you, nodding in Hanta’s direction. “Or a muzzle?”
“Hey now,” you slide into the spot next to Mina, unsurprised to find Hanta’s hip digging into yours seconds later. “That would make kissing pretty difficult.”
The guy's features slip for a second as the table erupts in laughter. It feels like a win.
-
Hours later, tired and heavy from the good food and the late hour, Mina drags you outside as the boys pay the bill.
The cool air does wonders for your energy level, and you listen to Jiro and Mina squabble, the stars above you invisible.
“There you are,” Hanta's arms are warm around your midsection, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Tell Kaminari off for me. He’s being lame.”
“Why?” You laugh, leaning back into him. “What did he say?”
Hanta’s quiet. Later, he’ll tell you about it, maybe, or forget he ever started this conversation.
The air is filled with laughter, murmured conversations, the memories of friendships forged years ago.
Bakugo turns once more as he moves to leave, waving. “You’re coming by Saturday, right?” He asks instead of saying goodbye, and the others guffaw in his sudden absence.
“What?” You ask. “What’s Saturday?”
“Barbecue at his place!” Kaminari explains as Hanta mumbles into your ear: “No one gets invited just like that. He likes you.”
“I’m dating you!” You remind him, and Mina joins the conversation like she’s never done anything else. “Exactly! Bakugo is very protective of his friends.”
Her smile is warm and inviting, her arm soon joined with yours as you find yourself on the way back home, Hanta curled halfway around your other side.
“You’re part of the family now,” Mina decides, beaming. “Can I braid your hair?”
Alright, here me out. CollageStoner!Sero and bookworm!reader having grown close and blah blah blah he's casually smoking while yn is reading, but she's reading a spicy book and the main Male character has a Jacob's ladder and now, she's straight up curious as to how sex would work/feel with that piercing, and how convenient is it that Sero just happens to have said piercing 🤔
(A/n: You're speaking my language, Anon)
(Sorry for the delay; this was supposed to be out the other night but tumblr decided to play with my feelings and sap my inspiration to write...)
(Not proofread)
@bigboomboi @neon-gothicc
Word Count: 3,078
Summary- It helps that you have *such* a helpful best friend.
Warnings: Weed, Non-established Relationship, We believe in Hispanic Sero in this household (<- not warnings, it was just funny that it was "Warnings: Weed")
Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Stoner! Sero x Fem! Reader: College Experimentation
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You lounge against your bed, book in hand as Sero reclines against your pillows, joint in hand as he scrolls on his phone; there a haze of smoke filling the room, giving you a buzz. Neither of you speak, but it's a comfortable silence.
Your eyes dart across the pages as the main character's love interest backs her into a wall, his hand snaking its way to the hem of her shirt, his fingers dancing across the soft skin of her waist.
It's not until her hand is down his pants, tracing his length before coming to a stop at the feel of solid metal barbells that your head cocks to the side and you let out a soft, "huh…"
Sero glances up at the noise, peering over the mattress at your hunched over form. "Care to share, princessa?"
You blink, head shooting up with wide eyes as you quickly snap the book shut. Your head feels sick from the sudden movement; the secondhand high urging you to get your movements under control. "It's nothing."
Your cheeks burn as you try to gauge whether or not he was reading over your shoulder.
"Nothing, huh?" He braces his weight on his forearms so he can lean closer, the smoke of his joint curling around as your breaths disturb the air between you. "Then why did you close the book without this?" He holds your book mark up with two fingers, twirling it between his fingers before letting it flutter back down to the floor next to you.
"…" You're silent for a beat before you manage to mutter out, "I DNF'd it."
"You DNF'd it? After ranting to me just an hour ago about how much you loved it?"
He raises a brow at you. "C'mon, babes," you inhale sharply at the nickname, "When have I ever judged you for the dirty shit you read?"
He has a point, you regularly rant to him about the raunchy scenes in your books; why does it feel so different now that he's approaching you about it?
You meet his gaze before sighing in defeat. "Fine… Fine! You win."
"Her love interest has his dick pierced and I was just thinking about what that would even feel like - surely that would be uncomfortable to for the partner, right?" It's a metal bar rubbing against some of the most sensitive skin on the body, it has to rip at you and hurt, there's no way it doesn't.
Staring at you, a slow smirk grows on Sero's face as he thinks about something.
With a huff you start to turn away, "See? You're judg-" "Want to find out?"
"What?" You blink, freezing in place.
"I said -" he takes a drag before dropping down enough that your noses almost touch. He grips your jaw in a steady hand to gently press his fingers into your cheeks to pry your lips open; he exhales it slowly from his mouth, forcing you to shotgun the smoke. "- It's your lucky day. Do you want to find out?"
He leans back up, propping himself against your pillows again with a hand behind his head, ever the picture of tranquility. He lets one bent leg fall to the side, showcasing the bulge in his sweats, extra bumps adorn the side of the print that you can see and your mind finally puts two and two together.
"You have it?" You ask, twisting your body to face him. "Why did I not know this?"
"You want updates on my dick?" He teases. "Okay, fine: update numero uno - I'm hard and would like to do something about it. Update dos - you're curious and can do something about it; let's solve each other's problem, yeah?"
Staring at him with your mouth slightly agape, you think it over.
On the one hand, you have been friends with Hanta long enough that he's seen you naked, so you know it wouldn't be that awkward - hell, you're lounging in just an oversized tee and underwear and it's been fine all night; on the other, though, this could break the easy-going friendship you've built.
"Any day now, princessa. I won't be offended if you say 'no'."
You know he's not lying; you've turned him down before - a very drunken night during hazing week - and he has never once made it awkward…
Deciding Schrodinger can suck it, you make your move. This cat is alive and is going to stay that way.
"Okay," you say, getting up to join him on the bed.
He places the joint between hip lips before reaching to pull you into his lap. "Atta girl…" He murmurs, eyes already lidded as his hand slide up your shirt to trace your sides.
He rolls his hips up and you can feel the multiple metal balls drag against you even through the fabric separating you.
"You sure it won't hurt?"
"Haven't had a girl complain yet," Sero smirks, pulling the joint from his lips and holding it to yours. "Take a hit and relax, Amor, I'll take care of you."
The smoke curls in your lungs as you take his offer. You hold it until you feel a cough coming before exhaling. The effects don't hit yet, but the forced deep breath settles you.
Feeling a bit more confident, you rock your own hips down, letting out a sigh at the friction.
"Do you have a condom?" You ask, bracing your hands on his stomach as you grind down harder. His head is leaned back, watching you dry hump him with blown pupils.
"Backpack, smallest pocket on the front," he instructs.
You quickly climb off of him, and lean off of the bed to find it. "You just keep these with you?" You tease, pulling out a sleeve of at least 7.
"Complaining?" Hanta asks with a lazy smile, dropping the roach into an empty soda can on your nightstand.
"No," You rip one off the end and make your way back to him, tossing it at him when close enough. "But I do think you're a whore, now." He hooks his thumbs under his waistband, ignoring your jab as he shimmies them down with his boxers until he can kick them off the bed, his shirt coming next. He brings the packet up to his mouth to rip the foil open with his teeth.
Just before he rolls the condom on, he glances at you, "You gonna strip or am I supposed to just rip your panties off?"
But you're not even listening to him, too busy taking in the nine neatly spaced bars that peak out from the underside of his penis. Just wide enough for the ball screws to be visible from the top.
"Impressive, right?" He jokes. You nod, breathing out a 'yeah' as you step closer. Kneeling on the bed, you reach out to touch the metal but stop just before you make contact.
"Can I?" You look up at him, hand hovering.
Hanta simply grabs your wrist, "I'm about to fuck you and you're asking if it's okay to touch my dick? Go for it, sweetness."
With that, he drags your hand closer until your fingertips graze him; he lets go so you can explore. You close your hand around him, running it up the length loosely, feeling how the bars gently shift with each pass. Sero's breathing gets heavier when you trace the bottom of his cock with your fingertip, feeling the little ridges of the metal beneath the skin.
You rotate one of the barbells to see how snug they are and suddenly he's yanking your hand away, startling you out of your stupor.
Thinking you hurt him, you rush to apologize but he's flipping you onto your back before you can even start. "Fucking tease…" he growls out, eyes dark as he stares down at your shocked form.
Hanta yanks your panties down your legs, barely stopping to admire the silvery strings that connect your cunt to the cotton before they snap. As soon as the offending material is across the room, he's all but ripping your shirt off as you laugh at his impatience.
He quickly rolls the almost-forgotten condom on and pushes into you in one go.
"Ah, fuck, you asshole!" You yelp, cutting off mid-laugh and shifting your hips to accommodate the intrusion.
"What are you gonna do about it?" He pulls back just enough to slam his cock into you, causing you to grip at his arms as you loose a strangled moan. "Nothing? That's what I thought," He smirks, sitting back to properly see you as he starts thrusting.
You can feel the solidity of the barbells pressing into your sensitive walls. It's a bit odd at first, but as he moves, the drag starts to become addictive; the thick bars adding a ridged texture even through the latex that has you basically panting under him, craving more and more of the delicious feeling.
"Feel good?" He teases. When you nod, he hums, "Told ya so~"
"Shuddup," you grumble.
It's when one of the bars catches and harshly drags against you as it snaps back into place that your eyes are rolling back and your back is arching, the most pornographic noise dripping from you as you shudder. Hanta freezes above you, face scrunching up as he lets out an animalistic growl that shoots straight to your cunt. "Fucking hell…"
"I-I'm sorry…" You don't know what caused the tug, but if you had to guess, it was probably from the way you're cunt is clenching around him, unforgiving.
"Don't be, I'm good" he huffs, recovering enough to resume his pace. "Just- try to relax, yeah? Can't fuck you if my dick's ripped." His joke isn't enough to ease your concern, though, and you shift a bit with uncertainty.
"Are you sure?" Your worry is taken out on your bottom lip until his thumb gently pulls it from your teeth.
"I wouldn't still be inside you if I wasn't," Sero reaches his other hand down to trace firm circles on your clit, "now c'mon, sweetness, relax for me so I can fuck this pretty pussy like it deserves."
"God-" You gasp, "-Stop.. *doing* that!"
Your hips jerk up despite your words, chasing the tantalizing pressure of his thumb as it continues to trace the bud. Tingles shoot through you almost painfully as you start to all but hump his hand and you swear you don't mean to knee him in the hip when he lightly pinches your clit. The muscles in your stomach start to tighten as your cunt pulses out a wave of arousal. The wet noises of his cock sliding home again and again echo with the roaring in your ears around your skull, creating a deafening crescendo.
You vaguely hear him growl out a "That's it- Open up for me..."
You're not sure when you loosened around him, but his thrusts have become fast and rough, crashing with a loud *slap* against your ass as your bed frame slams against the wall. You briefly think about the fact that your neighbor is definitely going to be filing a complaint against you with the Dean, but you can deal with that later, you decide.
"God, look at you, taking me so well, my pretty, pretty princessa..." He murmurs, nosing at your jaw. "Doing such a good job for me; taking this dick like you were made for it."
The pleasure fogs your rationale and with the added haze of the pot, you're uttering words you'll definitely regret in the morning.
"Kiss me," you gasp out, reaching for Hanta. This is supposed to be an impersonal fuck, but oh well; he's looking too good, hovering over you with that damn-near feral look in his eyes as he drinks in the way your pussy all but drags his cock back inside with each drive of his hips. Consequences be damned, you want his mouth on yours.
He apparently feels the same if the way he all but dives to slam his lips against yours in a frenzied, messy kiss. His tongue bullies its way into your mouth to tangle with yours, easily winning dominance and eagerly exploring its new terrain - tasting you thoroughly for all you have to offer.
Your head spins at the multiple sensations bombarding you.
HIs hand is still shoved between you, working you in a way that makes you feel like you're floating, slipping ever closer to release. the cloud fogging your mind is the only thing keeping you from tipping over the edge - time feels like it's slowed down just so the two of you can savor this for all it's worth and you can't tell if you're thankful or if you want to scream in frustration. The drag of his cock against your walls makes you want to live under him, stuck being his dumb little cocksleeve, especially with the way his piercings are caressing you in all the right places. Just when you think it can't feel any better than it does, one digs just a tad harder into you and it makes you reel, convinced you're going to go insane.
There's no way a couple pieces of steel are amplifying your pleasure this much - you refuse to believe it.
But believing or not, Hanta still has you writhing under him with your nails digging track down the smooth planes of his back. You're sure you've drawn blood on at least a couple of passes, but if he feels it, he doesn't let on.
Finally pulling away, you greedily suck in a lungful of oxygen, cursing when it makes your vision swim with black and purple spots.
God you're so close. You're so so close and - oh!
'Oh, that's deep...' you think, stunned at the way he reaches impossibly deeper into your soaked cunt when he tosses your leg over his shoulder. Hanta stretches you to your max as he dips down to suck marks into the column of your neck, his free hand stops holding him up as he drags it to your throat, angling your head to the side so he can suck and bite on more of the delicate skin. His weight presses you into the mattress as he stops rubbing on your clit in favor of gripping your hip and dragging you down with each roll of his hips, forcing you to meet him thrust for thrust.
"Hanta-" You whine out, chest heaving from exertion. "I'm, oh god, I'm close... Hanta, please- Please, I wanna cum!"
You know you sound like a cock-drunk whore, but if that's what it takes to finally cream all over his godly cock, so be it.
"Yeah?" He pants, a drop of sweat rolling down the sharp angle of his jaw. It lingers for a second before dripping onto your chest; it rolls down your sternum, curving around the mound of your breast. "Then cum for me, sweetness. Let me see how good this dick is making you feel." His voice is gravelly as he holds your gaze.
You try to look away if only for your own sanity, but he slips his hand up, holding you in place. "Eyes on me, baby..."
It's all way too much, way too fast and you can feel yourself spiraling - the devastating pace of his thrusts, the almost harsh grip he has on your jaw, the intensity with which he watches your every reaction. You can feel the high coming. You can feel yourself becoming Icarus, but unlike he, you're so ready for the crash; almost begging for your waxed wings to melt so you can feel the rush of the fall.
The sun blazes, getting hotter and hotter; you can feel the scorching rays beat down on you as the hot wax starts to drip, burning into your flesh as you reach the extent of your high. And all at once, your wings break apart and the roaring sea rages in your ears as you cum.
"Oh fuck..." You rasp as your nails dig even deeper into his skin, finally drawing a hiss of pain from Hanta.
"That's it, sweetness, there's a good girl..." He grunts out between clenched teeth as you clamp down in him in a vice. "God-" he growls, hips frantically thrusting into you as he chases his own high; he finds it not long after, burying his cock into you as he fills the condom with his spend.
His head hangs between his shoulders as you both catch your breath. "Fuck, you feel so good, babes," He huffs after a while; looking up at you through his damp bangs, he gives you a shit-eating smirk, "Might have to do this more often~"
"Don't go falling for me just yet, Sero" You chuff with no venom, staring at your ceiling as your heart calms down.
He starts to pull out of you, causing you to hiss at the sudden emptiness. Hanta removes the condom, tying it off and just barely making it when he shoots it at your deskside trashcan.
"One sec," he says, getting off the bed with a soft grunt and heading to your bathroom. After a bit of rummaging and the sound of your sink running, he slips back towards you with a damp wash cloth in hand. "I'mma need you to spread those sexy-ass legs for me one more time, Princessa." He only laughs when you chuck a pillow at him, gripping your ankles to drag you down the bed and spreading them himself.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm oh-so awful and your new nemesis," Hanta mumbles at your protests, lightly wiping away the sweat and cum from between your thighs. "Betcha feel better now, though." He tosses the cloth at your face, making you let out an indignant scream.
He can't help but cackle at your reaction, head tossing back as his deep rumble echos through the room. "It's your own fluids??" He lets out his own screech when you chuck it as his own face. "Now that's just nasty!" He tries to dodge it, laughing. It lands on the ground with a wet thud and he finally climbs back onto your bed - well, he jumps over you, landing on his back before dragging you into his side.
"You never answered me about doin' this again," he mumbles into your hair, chuckling at your answering chest smack.
Sero Hanta x fem!reader - bit angst, mostly fluff and yearning Sero
Summary: your best friend is deeply in love with you, and you have no idea...
Warnings: mention of nightmare, reader having at least shoulder lenght hair, crying, yearning, a bit of kissing idk what more
[Idk what's with me and best friends to lovers but yeah...]
Not proofread
You had a nightmare. You woke up crying, and sweaty, soft sobs leaving your lips as you tugged the covers off of your body. The horrors of the lingering dream still in front of your eyes, as you touched out your phone on the bedside table, turning on the flashlight, pointing it around the room to make sure nothing is remained from your dream. Your dorm room was empty of bad things.
Getting up, you wish for a glass of water, slipping into your slippers, opening your room, taking your way down to the dorm kitchen. You reach for a glass of water, some tears still sliding down your cheeks. With the glass filled, you sip from it, then hearing some soft pats against the floor, turning around, your heart beats faster for a second, still careful and shook from your nightmare.
Out of the darkness of the dorm living room, steps out your best friend, Sero, scratching the back of his head, yawning softly. His shirt lifted slightly, clothes crumpled from the bed, his hair messy, and the sight of him so soft makes you feel a bit comforted.
"What happened, pretty girl?" He asked softly, trying to gulp down another yawn half successfully. He steps closer, looking at you softly, his eyes sinking into yours deeply. "Pretty girl" he called you this ever since you knew him. First it was a joke, then one night he told you he means it.
You and Sero lay next to each other on his family's couch, just full with the dinner his mom made, and some TV show fills the silence, as he tries to stop a burp.
"You're literally so disgusting" you laughed, hitting his arm, but both of you knew it was only a joke. You both laughed hard, but his laughs soon lowered, yours still drifting in the air like soft bells, and he was looking at you, his pupils dilated and his breath slow, eyes roaming your face.
"Pretty girl" he said, his voice deep and drifting, and you hum, your laughing stops, but you still wear a smile. You wear it so well, Sero thinks. You thought he just wanted your attention, when he literally let his thoughts dress up as words and slip from his lips so carelessly. Sero's lips part in surprise for a second that he really let that slip, but then they close and curl into a smile.
"C'mon you know you're pretty. Don't fish for more compliments" he gently pushed you with his elbow, knowing this is not the case, but he tried to play it down by joking. He was lucky his messy hair hid his red ears. You turned your attention to the TV, but his gaze drifted along your face. You were pretty, just like a dream. A dream he wanted to forget himself in, a dream he wanted to forever live in. Pretty inside and out, how you were always there for him, how your laughs healed him.
You blink back into the present, looking at him, remembering he asked something. You shake your head, reaching to wipe your tears, but he's faster.
"Nightmare" you explained, and he sighed softly, wiping away your tears with warm hands.
"It's okay now, pretty girl" he said, pushing your hair back behind your ears with his thumb, tilting your chin up. "Just tell me, I will kick their asses. All of them. Their nonexistent asses" he said, tilting down his chin, his gaze intertwining with yours deeply, looking at you from under, and you let out a huff of a laughter, seeing the mischief dancing in his eyes. His thumbs rubbed your cheeks again, and you felt warmth fill your whole stomach and chest, his hands gentle and warm when it came to you. He could never be cold, so foreign.
"Don't be sad and scared, I will always keep you safe, pretty girl" he said, half joking as he flexed his bicep and put your hand on the muscle, and half serious as his eyes told you he will always be there for you to hide behind. You let out another laugh, and his heart melted, tugging you closer to hug you. "It was just a silly dream, my pretty girl."
You trusted him. You found warmth and a safe place in him. You let him lead you down the corridor, gently pushing you into your room, throwing himself on the bed and opening his arms for you. He literally didn't care that he didn't feel his arm anymore when you slept so sweetly against him, using his bicep as a pillow. Sero let his eyes rest on your face, tucking your hair behind your ear. He didn’t even dare to breathe too loud, or let hid chest move too much.
"I love you, pretty girl" the words slipped from his lips again. Somehow his lips and his thoughts didn't know how to keep to themselves, his tongue always running, always late to wait for his brain to allow the compliment to leave. He bites his lower lip, a shaky breath leaving him, half disappointed that you didn't hear his words, and half relieved that he could get this off his chest.
Your scent, your warmth, your body against his soothed him and made him sleepy. Dreams swarmed him away in seconds, only awake longer enough to tug you closer.
If there's a god above, listen to his prayer, looking at you instead of copying off of the board at the front of the classroom, still hoping to not fail mid terms. But he literally doesn't care because you usually tutor him anyways. So it's a win-win anyways. Sero laid his chin on his palm, looking at you softly, planning how to keep you to himself for the rest of the afternoon, looking at your face, your finger twirling your hair. God, you're so gorgeous. He'd fall to his knees and beg just to see you for another second if he's on the verge of death.
He is torn from his imaginary begging when your eyes drift to his, and you give him a smile and a small wave, and he is so grateful his ears are hidden under his ear because they are red again. He gives you a grin, and waves back, the curve of his lips and the look in his eyes making you feel warm and fluttery, almost giddy with happiness. He's so cute. You wish he was all yours. But he's not.
He desperately needed some kind of reason to have you to himself the afternoon, so as you walked back towards the dorm building with Mina, Denki, Bakugo and Kirishima, him walking beside you, he threw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer.
"Pretty girl please tutor me, because I'm afraid I will fail on the hero laws test next Tuesday" he said with a fake pout.
"Maybe you should listen to the teacher during class and not being a lovesick puppy" Denki said with a smirk, elbowing Sero, who just made a fake slap towards the blond guy. Denki jumped aside with a weird ass laugh, pointing at Sero.
"I didn't" Sero said, shaking his head, then looking back at you. "Then?" He waited for your answer with puppy eyes.
"Sure. I need to read it again for studying anyways" you said, and he grinned happily.
He didn’t even go to his own room, he followed you to yours, throwing his backpack onto your bed, loosening his tie and laying it onto your chair. He lazily stretched across your bed as you just put down your bag.
"C'mon lazy ass get up, you came to study not to nap" you said gently hitting his stomach, and he let out a whine, sitting up.
"Fine" he grumbled, making you chuckle as he sat down next to you on the floor, tugging out his book and notebook.
He didn’t even listen to what you were saying or pointing out, he just watched your lips move, your eyes follow the texts, your hands pushing back your hair that always fell back forward. He listened to your voice, so smooth and gentle, it caressed and hugged his heart. He felt that warm feeling all over him, the need to be yours. To own the knowledge that you belonged to him. This need clawed at his insides, tearing him up desperate for a morsel of love. A morsel of a confession. He bit his lip, as your eyes found his, and caught him not even listening.
"Are you... you're not even listening to me" you huffed waving your hands in front of his face, and he snapped out, his brain sending one, one single signal to his mouth, and again, before he could review and allow the comment, it slipped.
"Please date me" he said, his words leaving like a breath, and both of you just looked at each other, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and he flinched back, his brain switching into panic mode. He messed up. He messed up badly. He didn’t want you to leave him over it. To break your friendship, to lose you. Anyone but you. But you. You. He needed you.
When he wanted to grab his books, and leave, to hide under his bed or in his cabinet, and never ever come out, never ever get in front of your eyes. Your eyes. Your eyes were soft. Your hand found his, stopping him. His heart stopped too.
"I... I want to" you said, and his brain couldn't even put it together for a second. Then the switch just flipped in him, he gently leaned forward, not caring that his notebook slipped from his lap, he reached towards you, didn't know how to hold you, how to grab you, just tugging you into a hug, but not for long, as he pulled back, cupped your cheeks, and pressed his lips to yours. Desperate and full of love, need to show you how much you mean, how much he is starved for you. You felt the butterflies flap around in your stomach, your eyelashes fluttering closed. Oh lord, his body is so warm, hands and lips so gentle.
He left you space to leave if you wanted to, even if he wished you didn't. But you didn't. Your lips softly melted against his, your fingers finding his shoulders as his fingers pushed your hair back gently. You felt that familiar warmth fill up your chest, close to tearing from all the happiness inside. He didn’t even move his lips, or tried to make it a tongue kiss, he just wanted you close. His hands gently palmed your hips, wanting to ask you to come closer as he pulled away for a second, his nose bumping you before kissing you again, a soft laugh leaving your lips against his.
"Come closer" Sero whispered, his voice breathless and a bit broken. "Please" and you couldn't not comply as you slid closer, and he stole one last peck, then a bright grin found its way onto his face, hugging you close happily. You returned the hug, the butterflies in your stomach satisfied for a bit.
He didn’t let you go for the rest of the day. And for the rest of his life.
Can y'all feel my desperation to be loved? Yes me too •_•
sfw. gen!reader. fluff. f l u f f. domestic fluff. pro hero!sero hanta. aged up!. established relationship. slight implied angst (??).
note: wrote this on a whim,, not proofread!! let me cook with this one y'all, sero hanta got me out of writer's block >< also small life update : i have reviews, upcoming exam, and (still) going thru a break up,, writing this fic got me giggling and kicking my feet i got way too excited i wanted to write something fluffy and comforting🥹🫂
pro hero!sero comes home, exhausted yet fulfilled after another day of working. yet even the weight of responsibility does indeed carry heavy burdens.
ensuring the safety and security of the civilians, while keeping the villains at bay. whenever he wears the costume, he becomes cellophane. the pro hero who wields a tape quirk. a mask. an identity he swore an oath to. becoming a protector of the people.
the moment he takes a step inside the comfort of your shared home. his sanctuary, a haven. he can let go of everything, forget about every little burden and worry he had been shouldering for.
and just be... hanta. not cellophane.
he comes home to you, for you. you are his home. his heaven. and he cherishes every waking moment, every memory, every single day he gets to spend time with you.
your very presence soothes him, comforts him.
"i'm home," though tired and drowned out he sounds, his spirits easily lifts up. ears perked and eyes searching for you. traces of you.
instinctively, his arms wrapped around you. welcoming you in his warm embrace. voice sounded slightly muffled from his visor— right when he was about to nuzzle close to your neck and hold you closer— the visor is blocking him from doing so.
before he could let go for a moment to quickly remove it, a hand on his nape while the other on the side of the visor. stopped him.
you were holding it with such gentleness, a similar likeness whenever you hold his face. and sero hanta melts into your touch.
with one hand, you slowly took it off. and the evident, drawn out sigh of relief from sero. the tension and nerves gradually disappearing. he momentarily closes his eyes and leans closely to your touch. he had his hand close to yours, cupping them as well. and he gently presses a kiss while looking into you.
a soft smile adorned your lips, letting the other hand to card through his disheveled locks. he pulls you closely and finally, finally nuzzle in your neck while placing warm kisses all over. "welcome home, my love."
"i'd love to continue this," his grip tightens slightly along the sides of your waist, the sides of his eyes crinkled as he laughs after pulling away. "but i do smell."
you scrunch your nose a bit, pretending. and laughed along after he burst out laughing too at your reaction. "i prepared everything at the bathroom."
"after that, dinner is ready," intertwining your hands as you got closer once more, "then, i'd be delighted for you to chill and cuddle with me."
he leans, forehead touching yours. he smiles, full bliss and content. "i love you."
It was such a good prompt, I needed to make this one.
Pairing: Sero Hanta x Plus-Sized!Reader
Rating: 🔞 Mature / Explicit
Word Count: 1,421
CW: body insecurity, self-hate, self-doubt, self-body shaming, sexual content
THIS IS NSFW.
All characters here are aged/time-skip.
You've been warned. Continue reading below.
You stood in his kitchen, tugging at the hem of Sero’s shirt — a soft, worn thing that still smelled like him. You hadn’t planned to spend the night, but he’d practically begged, and you didn’t have the heart (or willpower) to say no.
Now, alone in the warm morning light, you couldn’t stop adjusting the way the fabric clung to you. It bunched around your stomach, clung to your hips, exposed more thigh than you were used to. You tried not to think about it. Tried not to compare yourself to the girls he could have. The ones whose bodies were easier to show off, easier to hold. Easier to love.
You nearly jumped when warm arms wrapped around your waist from behind.
“Whoa,” Sero murmured, voice still thick with sleep. “You look like that in my shirt?”
Your heart stumbled.
He pressed a kiss behind your ear. “Shit, baby…”
“I was just getting water,” you mumbled, trying to squirm away — but his arms only tightened.
“You trying to run from compliments again?” he teased. “What, you don’t like looking hot as fuck first thing in the morning?”
You sighed. “I just don’t… look like the kind of girl who’s usually in a hero’s bed.”
Silence.
And then —
“The fuck kinda thing is that to say?”
You flinched, but he spun you around gently, tipping your chin up so your eyes met his. Gone was the teasing. His gaze was fire and silk, soft around the edges but burning with heat.
“You don’t look like what?” he pressed. “Like someone sexy? Like someone I’ve been dreaming about since the first time you bit your lip around me?”
Your lips parted, breath hitching.
“You think I don’t see you?” he asked, voice low. “Every curve, every damn inch of you that’s soft and warm and real — you think that doesn’t drive me crazy?”
Your throat worked uselessly.
“I could have anyone, huh?” he whispered. “Well, guess what — I want you.”
And then his hands slid under the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly.
You gasped as your bare skin was revealed — your belly, your thighs, the softness you always tried to hide.
He didn’t look away.
He stared.
And then — you squealed in shock as he effortlessly picked you up like a princess.
“I’m about to ruin you,” he said with a smirk, walking you back into the bedroom.
Sero dropped you onto the mattress with a grin so wolfish it made your thighs clench. He crawled after you, lanky limbs and predatory grace, trailing kisses up your inner thigh as he went.
“You nervous?” he asked, spreading your legs with gentle hands.
You hesitated. “…A little.”
He looked up, eyes dark. “Want me to stop?”
You shook your head.
“Then relax, hermosa,” he purred. “Let me make you feel good.”
And then his mouth was on you.
Oh.
You cried out — loud and honest — as his tongue licked a slow, thick stripe up your folds. He groaned like he’d just tasted something decadent and buried his face between your thighs like he needed it to survive.
“Oh my God, Hanta—”
“That’s right,” he muttered, breath hot against your core. “Say my name, baby.”
His tongue worked in maddening circles, lips wrapping around your clit like he was devoted. He didn’t just eat you out — he feasted. Moaning against your cunt, gripping your thighs like handles, holding you open and down as you writhed beneath him.
“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he breathed.
You keened as his fingers joined the mix — long and skilled, curling deep inside you while his mouth never stopped. The stretch made your eyes roll back. He was everywhere, overwhelming, unrelenting. Slick sounds filled the room, messy and obscene, and he loved it.
“Can’t believe you tried to hide this from me,” he growled. “This pussy’s fuckin’ divine.”
Your hands tangled in his messy hair, pulling, shaking.
“H-Hanta, I’m—”
“Go ahead,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Cum on my face. I wanna taste everything.”
Your orgasm slammed into you, hard and fast — hips bucking, thighs trembling, vision whiting out as he licked you through every pulse, every twitch, moaning like you were making him cum too.
He didn’t stop until you physically pushed his head away, gasping.
He sat back, chin slick, grinning like the smug bastard he was.
You were still trembling when Sero pulled himself up over you, licking your slick from his lips with a satisfied little smirk like he’d just finished dessert.
“Damn,” he whispered, looking down at you like you were stardust. “I love that fucked-out look on you.”
Your legs were still shaking. “I—I can’t move.”
“Good,” he said smugly. “I wasn’t done anyway.”
Your heart stuttered as he leaned in, catching your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss — unbothered by how messy you were, how wet your thighs were, how your breathing still came in desperate gasps. His hand slid under your knee, pulling it up around his waist as he lined himself up.
You tensed.
And he felt it.
His forehead rested against yours.
“Hey,” he murmured. “You okay?”
You nodded. “Just…”
He kissed your cheek. “I got you.”
And then — with one slow, thick push — he slid inside you.
Stretch. Full. Deep.
You moaned — loud, shameless — your hands grabbing at his shoulders as he filled you completely. He didn’t slam. He didn’t rush. He moved like he had all the time in the world to feel every squeeze, every heartbeat, every shiver you gave him.
“Fuck me,” he rasped into your neck. “You feel like heaven.”
You clung to him, every part of your body felt. Filled. Wanted. Worshipped.
“You have no idea,” he breathed. “How long I’ve wanted this. Thought about this. How many times I’ve jerked off imagining how warm you’d be — how tight—”
“Hanta—”
“Say it,” he growled. “Say you want me to fuck you like I mean it.”
You whimpered. “I want you to—fuck—please.”
That was all he needed.
He pulled back, almost out — then slammed back in with a guttural moan that shook your bones.
“Oh my God—”
You weren’t just being fucked — you were being claimed.
He thrust hard, hips slapping against yours, the wet, filthy sounds of sex filling the room. Your tits bounced with every snap of his hips, your body rocked under his like it belonged there.
And he never stopped touching.
His hands were everywhere — gripping your hips, holding your stomach, fingers sliding under your ass to lift you deeper onto his cock.
“Look at this body,” he growled, sweat dripping down his temple. “Look at what I get to touch. Fuck. You’re unreal.”
His fingers dug into your belly — soft, full — and he moaned.
“This?” he gasped. “This right here drives me crazy. Fuck, baby — I love every bit of you.”
You were unraveling, moaning his name like a mantra, your nails dragging down his back, thighs shaking around his hips.
“Where do you want it?” he asked, voice wrecked. “You want me to fill you up, huh? Want me to make a mess?”
You nodded, desperate. “Yes—inside, please—please—”
He kissed you hard, deep, filthy — tongue licking into your mouth like he couldn’t stand a second of space between you.
And then —
“Cum for me,” he growled. “Cum around my cock. Let me feel it.”
You shattered.
The orgasm ripped through you like lightning — your body locking up, voice breaking as you clung to him, pulsing around his cock like he’d lit a fuse in your soul.
“Fuckfuckfuck—” he gasped, and then he followed.
He thrust once. Twice. Buried himself to the hilt — and let out the filthiest moan you’d ever heard as he came inside you, thick and hot, twitching deep in your cunt while his whole body trembled above you.
You both collapsed in a tangled, sweaty heap, hearts pounding.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then he pulled out with a soft groan, collapsing beside you and immediately dragging your body into his chest.
He kissed your forehead.
“Best sex of my life. Not even kidding.”
You snorted. “You say that to all the girls?”
He looked at you, dead serious.
“I’ve never said that to any girl.”
You blinked.
He brushed your hair back and smiled, soft, all that cocky smugness melted into affection.
“I’m not going anywhere, hermosa. Get used to waking up in my shirt.”
