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serosblunt · 1 month

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If Stacy’s mom was real, Denki would be her bitch😎😩

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serosblunt · 3 months

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Hey, ya’ll!

I’m getting to my requests as quickly as I can, but in the meantime, I just watched to gauge whether you guys had any interest in some Bakusquad character playlists I’ve been putting together :)

Let me know and I’ll see you all soon!

Love, Z❤️

#bnha ao3 #bnha bakusquad #bnha kirishima #bnha sero #denki kaminari #denki smut #poly kiribaku #bakusquad smut #hanta sero smut #kirishima smut #bakugo katuski #bakugou #kirishima headcanon #kirishima ejirou #denki x y/n #denki headcanons #hanta sero x y/n #hanta sero #mina ashido

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serosblunt · 7 months

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So here’s the thing-

Kirishima is actually, under all that manliness, a beast. To put it frankly, he’s just a walking sex machine, desperate for any form of contact. His primal instinct gets the better of him more often than not, and Katsuki loves that.

He fucking craves it.

Adores that he’s the only one that knows just how much of an animal his boyfriend really is- the sins he commits in between their sheets, how he begs for the blond like his life depends on it.

Katsuki hasn’t known a day since he started dating Ejiro that his body isn’t painted with reminders of the red head’s pure adoration and carnal desire for him.

And god does that turn him on.

That’s not to say that Bakugo doesn’t return the favour. He’s plenty generous. Almost always gives into his partner’s pleas- equally as happy to bend over a counter top and he is to fold the study hero in half and take him right there on their sofa.

Either way, it always gets his pulse up to know that he, Katsuki Bakugo, is now, and will always be, the only thing to make the number seven hero fall to his knees.

“Geez Red, did no one teach you to keep it in your pants?”

“God you’re such a fucking slut…oh fuckkk, I love you.”

“Who knew the famous Red Riot was such a whore for my cock? You need it baby? Let me hear you beg again, just one more time. I know you can be a good boy for me.”

“Kats, babe, please. I’m dyin’ over here.”

“You just look so good in your hero costume, Mr. Dynamite. So manly…”

“KATSUKI, YOU KNOW ITS NOT FAIR TO USE YOUR POWERS FOR EVIL!” (Bakugo has one hell of an ass, and he knows how to use it to get what he wants ;) )

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serosblunt · 7 months

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eijiro “good boy” kirishima😚

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serosblunt · 7 months

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it takes a certain calibre of man to clean you up👅 after they’ve cum inside you

And ladies and gents, Hanta Sero is that man😩

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serosblunt · 8 months

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✨denki kaminari moaning like he’s being paid for it is my religion ✨🥴

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serosblunt · 8 months

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Heyo not sure if you take requests but if you do, Bakusquad with an s/o absolutely terrified of bugs?

Ignore it if you don't take requests lmao have a good day anyway 😔

A request, yay! I very much love these and I hope you’re having a good day too my lovely x

BakuSquad: S/O with a Fear of Bugs

BakuSqaud x (Gender-neutral) reader

Characters: Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero & Ashido

Warnings: Fear of bugs, that’s literally it.

Description: Headcannons for each member of the BakuSquad if they had a s/o with a fear of bugs :)

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He’s kinda like wtf😐 He’s genuinely so confused. He’s seen you take down three villains double your size all at once, and you’re afraid of bugs?

Truth be told, he doesn’t really get it, but he’ll help you combat it all the same.

You can’t step out of the door without him checking if you’re wearing repellant and carrying your spare with you.

Similarly, since they were purchased, your air fresheners have never known a day that they were completely empty.

Katsuki was quite thorough in his research surrounding bug-repelling essential oils- which he restocks the air fresheners with and wears himself. It’s a safer alternative than standard alcohol-based sprays considering his quirk.

Plus, he always smells like peppermint or lavender, so you can’t complain.

If you do happen to have a creepy insect land on you, Katsuki will do everything in his power to subtly turn your attention to something else.

Assuming you still haven’t taken note of the situation, your saviour will eye the thing like he wants to kill it’s entire family for pulling such a stunt, before employing his expert skills and strategically brushing the bug off of you.

Real talk, Eijiro is almost as scared of bugs as you are. He can’t remember when it started or where his fear came from, but he’s not exactly proud of that part of himself.

It’s not very manly in his eyes. Although your fear is helping the red head overcome his own.

Where he would normally run in terror at the sight of a spider or similar spawn of the devil, he now has to plant his feet, ensuring he’s strong and courageous for you.

What kind of a man would he be if he didn’t protect you from harm after all?

Eijiro considers it extra insentive when you kiss his cheek, a reward for his bravery in the face of danger. Though he still breaths an enormous sigh of relief once the area is clear of all crawling or flying things.

With the two of you supporting each other, you can overcome most bug-related challenges easily enough.

But you both secretly still squirm when you even hear someone mention insects or other bug life.

Honestly? He laughs when you first tell him about your fear. But it’s not because he’s making fun of you, he’s just surprised.

He thinks it’s totally adorable actually, and he loves that you turn to him to protect you from all the nasty critters.

He doesn’t always feel like the most heroic person, despite his profession. But if he can help you with your fear, he might as well be All-Might himself.

Denki wears insect repellant whenever he’s around you so that the bugs definitely won’t come near you, even via him.

Although, he accidentally sprayed the repellant in his mouth one time and you thought you were going to have to call poison control.

After coughing for a few moments, with you panicking/ laughing at him, he was okay.

Then he wouldn’t stop rambling on about how companies should make flavoured bug sprays just in case people do ingest them?!🤨

In day to day life, you were unstoppable, but the electric blond was just overjoyed to be your hero, if only for a few minutes.

As much as he tries though, Denki has met his match in a few winged foes.

You only had to express your hatred and fear for creepy crawlers once to Hanta. The two of you never really spoke about it much beyond that, unless you bought it up.

At first you were worried by this, thinking that he thought less of you for your fear somehow.

But the truth was just the opposite.

He just accepted it in the blink of an eye without ever really thinking about it.

Why dwell on it? It’s who you are, and he loves you, and that means doing everything he can to help you along your journey, wherever you want to take it.

So his tape is basically fly paper right? You’d better believe that if there are bugs around, this man is acting out all of his web-shooting fantasies.

Any confirmed sightings near you, and that critter is suddenly whipped away before the little thing even knows what hit it.

Often you’d see tape flying before you had even realised there was a bug nearby.

He’s certainly efficient. It helps that he has a sixth sense for when you’re in danger, in any capacity. This apparently extended to the insect world too.

Mina acts like she’s a one-man protection squad.

She, nor you, especially wanted to harm the bugs, you just don’t want them anywhere near you. It’s like you can feel your skin crawling as they touch you, or even look at you. There’s just too many eyes there to be natural.

Mina puts on this ridiculous act of standing in front of you while you walk down the street to be ‘bug security.’

This mostly just involves her wearing some sunglasses and pretending to be your bodyguard, although sometimes you think she’s a little too dedicated to the job.

God forbid her and Denki get together with you around, you’d have no room to breathe in their canopy-like formation.

If by some miracle, a bug does evade the pink-haired girl and get anywhere near you, this woman will full-on sprint from the other side of the room, or the city quite frankly, to protect you.

Yeah, she’s a good one. She doesn’t once question your fear or call you silly names because of it either. She simply accepts it as her responsibility to stand between you and anything remotely bug-like for the rest of her life.

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serosblunt · 8 months

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Katsuki fucking LOVES that you’re smaller than him, he drools over the thought.

He goes feral over your hips being swallowed up by his rough grip while he pounds into you mercilessly from behind. He looms over you, caging you in his embrace, as sweat drips from his forehead down your back. He fills your senses, he’s all you know as he shoves you into the sheets once more.

And he’ll be damned if that doesn’t make him fucking animalistic 😳

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serosblunt · 8 months

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DekuSquad: Showering with Them (Pt. 2)

DekuSquad x (Gender-neutral) reader

Characters: Iida & Uraraka

Warnings: Mentions of nudity and hints at spicier scenes, struggles with mentla health; negative self-talk and body image issues touched on.

Description: Same as my Bakusquad showering thoughts, just with DekuSquad! Part three is coming for Tsuyu, just having writer’s block :)

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Iida loves to shower with you, and I mean LOVES. It’s his favourite part of the day, and you both end up in the shower at the same time everyday thanks to his meticulous extreme planning and schedules.

Duty comes first for Iida, but he finds seperating his work/life balance easier than most. Although some days more than others, it’s draining to be the boss, to detach himself so much that it takes him half the night to break-free of his ‘work’ mindset.

On those occasions, it takes a touch more persuading to get your gentle giant close enough to you to lead him back to his sanctuary, where his heart truly belongs.

After setting the temperature, you manoeuvre so you can both settle under the soft stream of the shower.

If stress was visible, you were sure you would be able to see it rolling off of your boyfriend in waves. It was if each droplet on his skin caused more of his tension to melt away.

He practically fuses to you as you hold him beneath the shower head. He was so different in those few small moments, not that you minded one bit.

He would kiss your shoulder where his forehead now lay, softly and unhurriedly; unobstructed due to his glasses laying just beyond your little haven on the benchtop.

Maybe that was what made your shower-cuddle sessions so special, his complete lack of care for anything that wasn’t you.

You were special to him, beyond that in fact.

A truth clearly demonstrated in that you were the only person on earth allowed to mess up his routine- whether that was in the evenings for your shower, or *cough cough* other business *cough cough*.

By the way, he totally has a code word for when you two are getting it on ;)))

Beyond a post-shave balm, your bespectacled boyfriend wasn’t fussed about skincare, although he often liked to sit and watch you put layer after layer of product on, what in his opinion, was your already beautiful face.

And he definitely doesn’t shy away from asking you relevant questions. However, he always rejected your advances if you came at him with creams or oils.

When you two do eventually begin to unwind for the night, barely a word is spoken.

The simple undertaking of kisses and light touches exchanged on the way to bed help push Tenya over the edge of his relaxation- ensuring he’ll get some proper rest for the next day, rather than staying awake, wracking his brain for solutions to work issues.

It also made you feel more loved and significant than you could express. The few minutes you both spent in your cramped apartment ensuite only solidified your bond- your intimacy and connection, surrounded in an unbreakable love and burning reverence.

There is no one better to boost your self-confidence than Ochaco. The woman has never said a derogatory thing to, or about you, nor have you heard of her saying such things through other people.

She was always so uniquely kind, never attacking first, not even out in the field. But if she was provoked enough, that villain would almost certainly be leaving the scene crying.

Your girl was tough as nails when she needed to be, and you loved that fire inside her.

You saw glimpses of this passion if you had slipped a little that day and talked down to yourself, or if you stood in front of the bathroom mirror a little too long.

Everyone has things they don’t like about themselves, Uraraka knew that. And she would be naive to think you were any different.

But aggressive or negative self-talk was banned in your house.

She wanted you to be honest and open about your feelings, yes, but never critical of your thoughts or emotions.

One method your loving girlfriend used to combat this was cute, flirty post-it notes left on your bathroom mirror.

That way whenever you looked at your reflection, you would be seeing what she saw in you too!

You had to admit it was a good system, especially since most mornings she was often through with her shower and out of the house before you were often awake.

Your bubbly girlfriend prided herself on being the loveable rescue hero. The safe, trustworthy looking person children and adults alike could come to and know to look out for.

A part of that look was her signature plump cheeks. You would often find yourself staring at them, marvelling, and wondering how she got her skin to be so bouncy and perfect.

After laughing lovingly at you for the millionth time for that particular occurrence, she finally gave up her secret skincare routine.

Soon after stealing this tightly guarded wisdom, you found yourself poking your own cheeks instead of Ochaco’s; which would soon become the subject of many a post-it note.

You honestly couldn’t ask for a better partner to do skincare with. She always made you try new products together, so neither of you missed out, and she never failed to keep your supplies stocked, even when you forgot yourself.

Uraraka wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin. And while her respect rivals Izuku’s in terms of your privacy, that certainly didn’t stop her from sneaking the odd glance or two when you weren’t looking.

Then again, you aren’t completely innocent of that either ;)

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serosblunt · 8 months

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If u can, could u do showering with dekusquad?

I sure can my lovely, thank you so much for the request! I don’t write much for the Dekusquad so hopefully I don’t disappoint you x

DekuSquad: Showering with Them (Pt. 1)

DekuSquad x (Gender-neutral) reader

Characters: Midoriya and Todoroki

Warnings: Mentions of nudity and hints at spicer scenes, mental health struggles; insecurity and depression are very lightly touched on.

Description: Same as my Bakusquad showering thoughts, just with Dekusquad! Part two will feature Iida, Uraraka and Tsuyu :)

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Izuku believes that relationships are first and fore-mostly built on respect, and this extends to every aspect of your lives together.

Even before you were dating, his level of respect for you knew no bounds, to the point that you had to finally make the first move and ask HIM out.

He was too worried that asking you out would somehow demean the relationship or you.

In the bathroom, and bedroom for that matter, Midoriya clearly displays this inhuman level of courtesy.

Even if the door is open, eagerly inviting him in, he always ensures he knocks before entering the room. Once he does make it into your shared ensuite, if you’re nude or in the process of undressing, he refuses to let his eyes drift from yours without express permission.

You’d honestly be amazed by the amount of self-control he possess, considering Izuku’s reckless tendencies.

As a child, Inko used to always put your green haired lover in the bathtub to wash up. This was a habit he carried through to his adult life, favouring the warm embrace of the water surrounding him from all sides.

But Izuku’s hero career took a toll on him. And as he still learnt to get a handle on his quirk, your boyfriend coming home with a cast was not an uncommon sight.

Trying to navigate waterproof coverings for the plaster, and often being left to wash himself one handed, usually forced you both into the shower.

He saw how carefully you handled him when he was like that. Despite the event becoming less and less common the stronger he became, he couldn’t help but to feel guilty every time you sighed a long breath you thought he couldn’t hear.

In Izuku’s eyes, you were at your most natural state in the bathroom, both mentally and physically. He saw your walls come down as you let the spray of your shower embrace you, washing away some of your worry and his guilt.

Hearing the soft hum of the falling water became quite meditative to him. He would often sit in the next room and listen to you singing softly, healing yourself.

Izuku was your hero, he would always have your back, but he also knew there were some things he had to let you do yourself.

Midoriya didn’t really have a skincare routine, at least for his face. He was too busy trying to torture himself into being the next All Might to have a five step routine. But his wounds and injuries did regularly need tending to with any number of creams, ointments and bandages.

Perhaps out of remorse, or more likely another way to demonstrate his undying affection for you, your boyfriend would often slather you in these same products for even the tiniest of injuries you received.

A paper cut?! Oh no! He has to find the antibacterial wash, healing balm and themed bandaids immediately!

He acts like you could lose a finger, but it’s okay. Good thing you think his concern is adorable.

It would be safe to say that your ensuite was the heart of your home- it kept beating, kept repeating the same pattern, and kept you both running for each other.

He was there for you to lean on and curl into to forget the world entirely. And you were there for him to collapse into, allowing him to remember his safe haven was still a safe place.

Shoto strives to show you all five love languages each day, he could never be convinced that you don’t deserve the best of everything the world has to offer.

But try as he might, his love of gift giving quite often exceeds the other languages by some distance.

Although Shoto rejects his father, his money does come in handy when it comes to buying you all the expensive self-care products you add to your wish list, often accompanied by a longing sigh.

Little do you know.

What can he say? He loves to spoil you.

When it came to his own skincare routine, the young Todoroki was already quite rigid about this process before he met you. He had trialled product after product for years on end to aid the prolonged effects of his scar.

He had even toyed with the idea of cosmetic surgery at one point. Ultimately, you managed to convince him that his scar was something to display- a mark of his family’s impact on him, no matter how he may feel about them.

Similarly, you were very secure in the knowledge that if your boyfriend wanted your advice on the subject, he would absolutely ask for it. But in the meantime, you left him to his accumulated mix of products, knowing that if nothing else, it helped him come to terms with himself and the way things were.

Long-term Shoto chose to nurture the mark on his face, rather than to try and rid himself of it.

Now, you…

Shoto adores you entirely, with every fibre of his being. And in his mind, there is no better opportunity to worship you than in the bathroom.

He can’t help but to admire how far you’ve come and how comfortable you’ve grown to be in your skin- a journey you’ve both being on parallel to each other.

He glances around the room itself, inspired by how you’ve created the perfect sanctuary in a slice of the home you had both carved out for yourselves.

If you were ever confronted with this information, he knew you would adamantly deny it. Though he saw the growth.

He worships your beauty and the marks of your struggles and courage. He marvels at your history, his history, all bared out on your skin like a map back to the heart of the person he loved most.

Todoroki could admit that his ‘words of affirmation’ had been lacking lately. Perhaps he would present you with a bunch of your favourite flowers, and those words he so desperately wanted you to hear, carefully concealed in an envelope.

He would lead you to the shower, as was custom most nights. He would then gently kiss his reassurances and praise into every inch of your skin before he bundled you up in his arms, letting the world fade away as you became entangled beneath the mist.

In those moments, Shoto knew the meaning of heaven on earth.

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serosblunt · 8 months

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Hey y’all!

Just a friendly reminder to not feel bad about flooding my inbox! I love getting requests or seeing what ideas you lovelies come up with.

So feel free to shoot me a request at any time, no matter how weird or whacky you may think it is.

My space is your space and I want you to be able to enjoy the content you love most!

~ Love, Z ❤️

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serosblunt · 8 months

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BakuSquad Boys: Showering with Them (Pt. 2)

BakuSquad x (Gender-neutral) reader

Characters: Bakugo & Kirishima

Warnings: None really; mentions of nudity and hints at spicier things.

Description: What I imagine showering with these two would be like, from how often they shower to skincare routines and fun little quirks they have :)

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Katsuki’s a neat freak, you’d known that since you’d first met the man. So his personal grooming routine shouldn’t have been any surprise to you. What you weren’t expecting was for him to be quite possibly the most hygienic person you’d ever met in your entire life.

As a general rule, Katsuki preferred showers to baths. He had never been a fan of the idea of just sitting there, floating in dirty water. He feels like he’s never really getting clean.

He’s not opposed to them entirely though. If it’s been a particularly long or arduous day, he’ll drag you into the tub with him, holding you tightly to his chest as you soak silently for a while.

Of course, he then needs a shower afterwards to get rid of those “damn germs.”

Besides his wavering affections with baths, Katsuki showers almost as soon as he feel dirty, but his bare minimum is twice a day. Damn the water bill, in his eyes it’s a necessity.

This is partly due to his quirk relying on the use of his sweat. By the end of his shift, he’s often soaking.

If he can, he’ll shower at the agency, but it feels weird not being in his own environment, with you, ready and waiting to comb his hair.

While he does have his undercut, his dad started balding at quite a young age, and the blond still wants to lose his hair by choice.

He would never admit this to anyone, and he may actually kill them if they found out, but he was incredibly grateful when you introduced the idea of rosemary oil into his routine. He then practically melted when you decided to take over combing through and massaging the oil into his scalp each night, deeming your boyfriend’s yanking of his roots too rough.

While Bakugo has a much more extensive haircare routine then he does skincare routine, that’s not to say that he doesn’t have one at all.

The nature of his quirk often means Katsuki returns home to you with scarred palms and dry skin.

Washing the soot and ash from his face usually happens in his nightly shower, something you have been known to assist with if his hands are blistering or he’s badly hurt that day- this is normally something you have to ascertain for yourself, your boyfriend’s stubbornness often defending his pride a little too well.

But even the explosive blond couldn’t deny that the known universe itself seemed to stand still as your hands ever so softly rubbed at his skin, afraid to hurt him anymore than the world already had.

A hydrating moisturiser is then applied to his face, and burn ointment and vasoline to his hands, as he grumbles about needing yet another pair of gloves.

A small price to pay for being the number two hero.

Katsuki can’t go through a day feeling dirty. He refuses to sit down or touch anything if he has just come back from patrol, and he’d sooner be caught dead then having left the house without showering. He knows from an outside perspective, his habits seem insane and his self-maintenance rigorous. But he can’t help but to let out a chuckle at those thoughts as he’s applying his chapstick for the night, catching a glimpse of your puckered lips in his periphery, demanding your ritualised kiss.

Ever the gentleman, Kirishima believes it is a man’s duty to stare lovingly (or otherwise if you permit it) at your partner as they’re in your presence, especially if you’re naked.

There is not a single part of your body that this man deems unworthy of being drooled over, kissed over, and otherwise admired until you smack him up the side of the head and call him a perv.

He’s honestly just honoured to even be allowed in the same room as you while you go through your own routine. Genuinely, he’s just in awe of you every moment of every day, and to tell you the truth, he’s not entirely convinced he’s not dating some sort of ancient beauty, the likes of which he could never know or hope to achieve.

Once the red head picks his jaw up from off the floor, having gawked at you a little too long, he’s all about setting the mood.

It doesn’t have to be a special occasion for him to woo you, it just comes naturally to him.

Roughly once a fortnight, sometimes more, you’ll come home from a long day to find the bathtub filled with bubbles, a pair of glasses waiting closely nearby, and an array of scented candles surrounding the already romantic scene.

The first time Eijiro surprised you with it, you begun to cry tears of happiness. The big lug practically had a heart attack right there, thinking he had offended you in some way.

Later, he presented you with a trio of both of your favourite smelling candles- sandalwood and vanilla.

You loved the sandalwood because it smelt like Eijiro, something you missed deeply on his long missions away. And he fell in love with vanilla when he realised how much the calming scent was intertwined in your lives.

To keep the house smelling nice, you’d often boil vanilla among other spices on the stove. To him, vanilla was home, it meant you and him in the place you built together.

So, he had the two scents mixed and made into a set of three custom pillar candles.

You would often look back and smile as you remembered him promising to “always keep them lit for you, and to use them specifically when pampering you and massaging your feet.”

So far Kirishima was yet to break that promise.

The red head didn’t have much of a preference between baths or showers, but being the sturdy hero, he often found he couldn’t fit comfortably in the confined space of a bathtub.

Ultimately, it made no difference as he just viewed the time as an opportunity to hold you close, planting occasional kisses to your forehead before he volunteered to take you through your usual shower routine.

It was through these experiences that your boyfriend learnt your biggest tell- if you ever elected to wash your hair yourself, something was wrong. But no matter, by the end of the night, you were always balled up in his arms, safe and sound.

It took a lot of convincing to get your brick wall of a boyfriend to try using a moisturiser, on both his face and body.

He had some delusion that the hydration would somehow make his quirk less effective, but you insisted his skin was begging for it.

To compromise, you tested his theory on Tetsutetsu, essentially his twin. To Eijiro’s shock, the improved health of his skin actually made his sharp edges even sharper.

You cherished your victory in silence, just happy to have roped him into step one of your planned five-part skincare routine for him.

He was sooo in for it.

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serosblunt · 9 months

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Y’ALL, I-

KATSUKI FUCKING BAKUGO ALWAYS STUFFING YOUR PRETTY PUSSY FULL WITH HIS RING FINGER CAUSE HE GOES ABSOLUTELY FERAL OVER THE THOUGHT OF TOUCHING OR KISSING HIS WEDDING RING LATER ON AND REMEMBERING YOUR JUICES FLOWING ALL OVER IT 🫡

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BakuSquad Boys: Showering with Them (Pt. 1)

BakuSquad x (Gender-neutral) reader

Characters: Sero & Denki

Warnings: None really; mentions of shaving, nudity, hints at spicier things.

Description: What I imagine showering with these two would be like, from how often they shower to skincare routines and fun little quirks they have. Kirishima and Bakugo coming soon in part 2 :)

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He loves to bathe with you, no matter how it’s done. Bath vs. shower, quick or not, he doesn’t care. Sero’s convinced it’s one of the most intimate things in the world. Especially when he shaves your legs for you.

He gets it, sometimes the feeling of hair is overwhelming, but you’re too tired to be able to shave yourself, and honestly, you can’t help but fall in love with the way he plants kisses up your calves as he goes.

Trust me when I tell you ladies, gents and everyone in between, this man is the KING of shaving for you. Body part is irrelevant, he’s got it. Just put your leg up on his, babe, and you’re good to go. And if waxing is more your style, you’re in luck! Your charming boyfriend comes with a handsome smile and an unlimited supply of tape- a handy substitute for wax strips.

Hanta spent hours practicing on patches of his own hair so as to perfect his technique before he dared risk damaging your beautiful skin.

You’re usually both nightly shower-ers, unless Hanta’s weekly night shift interferes, which he hates more than anything. Showering alone in those boxy agency stalls could go suck ass as far as he was concerned. He lives for quiet nights with you. This is where the routine usually begins.

An intimate dinner, low music playing in the background to fill the silence, or burning conversation that just couldn’t wait to be heard. But normally this is saved for the bathroom, this is where you both really begin to wind down for the night.

Celebrating your vulnerability by talking about your days, and gently massaging the stress out of aching muscles; kissing away annoyances to replace them with a new, more comfortable warmth.

The tape-hero’s arms wrap around you from behind as you do your skincare in the mirror. He places gentle kisses to your neck as he patiently waits his turn. There’s never a burden behind these touches, nothing that says you have to go further. Nevertheless, you appreciate the love he puts into each caress of your skin, despite already knowing the outcome of the night will be an early bed time to combat Hanta’s outrageous patrol schedule, and you happily curled up in your hero’s chest. Once Sero does get his turn in front of the mirror, his routine is quite simple.

Having already brushed his teeth to keep that signature smile shining, he uses a basic facial cleanser - one you got him onto. After that, there’s another mystery product that he can never pronounce, but the serum has helped his childhood acne scars to no end. Slap on a bit of moisturiser and he’s done. Simple as that.

He never had a skincare routine before he met you, so these steps feel like quite a milestone achievement to him. Needless to say, he ALWAYS sticks to his routine, and he’s quick to pull you up and help you with yours if you happen to be slacking a little that day.

Never in the history of the world, has a man gone more feral for someone’s body than Denki does for yours. You like to joke that he was actually born with some sort of bloodhound quirk crossed with his electricity. Only your loving boyfriend doesn’t smell blood, oh no. He has a wicked sixth sense about when you are actually, or are planning to get naked; and he refuses to be absent for that particular event.

He normally showers every second day, most of the time that happens to be at the agency, out of convenience. It serves as a good visual reminder to him. He’s not a barbarian though, if he needs a shower, he’ll take one. Besides, it’s not like his routine is exactly consistent. If you’re naked too…well, who could resist?

However, on the odd occasion when you are showering and he doesn’t feel like joining you, he’s not just going to leave the bathroom. No, no, that little sneak will be watching the entire time.

The two of you can still carry on with a conversation for the most part, but the second you stretch your arms up to wash your hair, he’s a goner.

Droolin’ fool type goner.

Kaminari considers it his duty to moisturise your body. He especially admires how smooth your skin is after you’ve exfoliated, but he thinks you’re smokin’ either way. He’s just honoured that you even let him touch you like that. It’s arguably his favourite part of the day, feeling your velvety skin gliding beneath his palms. And it’s not like you dont get anything out of the experience either ;)

Hear me out, Denki LOVES doing skincare with you. Any excuse he has to get close to you is a win in his mind.

To the blond, the feeling of your hands on his face are equally as soothing as the water itself. Your apartment doesn’t have any of those fancy water filters on the faucets, thus, Denki finds showers particularly calming after a long day. Tap water is a good conductor of electricity, and is often useful in helping your sparking boyfriend come back to himself after he’s overused his quirk, or just had a bit of a rough mission.

Sometimes, he can quite literally feel his quirk humming through his skin as it recharges itself, occasionally leaving tiny Lichtenberg figures down his arms.

If you ever do a facemask on yourself without telling your boyfriend, he actually considers it a personal offence. His motto when it comes to skincare is, whatever goes on your skin, goes on his.

Cleansers, serums, balms, creams, masks, the whole nine yards. Denki has never complained once because he truly loves every minute of it. To him, it feels like you guys are secretly matching in an odd way. As he inhales the lingering scent of the new moisturiser you had wanted to try the night before, he’s reminded of all the laughs you’ve had in your tiny apartment ensuite.

Like when he tried to kiss you through the ill-fitting lip sections of a sheet mask, before you had pulled away, lightly swatting his shoulder and warning him about ingesting the serum. The subtle feeling of being close to you provides memories he carries with him everywhere throughout his day, like a badge of honour.

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serosblunt · 9 months

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denki kaminari listens to machine gun kelly, change my mind <3 love his chaotic music taste 🥰

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serosblunt · 11 months

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WHICH WRITERS DO I HAVE TO THANK FOR MAKING KIRISHIMA SUCH A FILTHY PERVERT?!?!🥰🍆💦

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serosblunt · 1 year

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~ Hanta Sero x Reader ~

My Darling, My God

Hanta Sero x (Female) Reader

NSFW, 18+

Warnings: Mentions of smut (mutual masturbation, cumming untouched), mentions of weed/smoking, alcohol, mentions of god. Reader uses female pronouns and has female anatomy.

Word count: 800 words

A/N: I don’t own the fan art or rights to it. If you know the artist, please let me know so I can credit them.

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On occasion, Hanta will choose to sink back into the darkness that resides at the end of your bedroom. He takes up the chair that sits in its place, right where he expects it to be, unmoving since he last made use of it.

The dull shards of remaining light peaking through the curtains reflect off of his crystal glass, drawing your attention towards his muscular forearms, which remain similarly illuminated.

That alone was enough to pique your interest.

He holds an air of mystery about him, yet somehow not one part of you is scared of the total authority he has over you in that moment.

After all, what’s yours is his.

Small crackles fill the air as a sickeningly familiar scent floods your nose. He leant forward then, sleeves rolled up to show off his admirable quirk. Placing the drink on the floor and taking a steadying drag, he instructed you to seek your pleasure, for both his benefit and yours.

His hair had grown out since you first met him, and every now and again, a strand found its way out of his loosely tied bun across his forehead. Your fingers itched to brush them from his eyes.

But they had been assigned to other, equally pleasurable roles.

He watched, eyes unmoving and completely focused, despite his obstructed view. Nothing would ever tear him away from the sight of you laid out for him.

This was his worship. You were the only god he would ever bow to and the only alter he could ever hope to pray at, from now until the end of his days. It is through nights like these that he clutches to your memory, over and over again like a broken record that he will never tire of.

Inhalations of smoke slowed, eventually stopping altogether, as the sight of you became the only intoxication he needed.

“My beautiful girl,” he said with a voice like silk, as your fingers continued to dance aimlessly over your skin; a poor imitation of the way Sero caressed you night after night. “How’d I get so lucky?”

Your eyes locked, both heart and core fluttered at his next silent command. You allowed a hand to drift lower and lower down your plush body, being sure not to rush the process.

After all, this was all for him. It was the thing he dreamt about, begged for as though he would not get the chance again, as he moaned into your mouth not an hour earlier.

Over and over, night after night, lower and lower.

Two fingers found their target, that sensitive button laying so vulnerably between folds of flesh. A shiver ran through you as you begun your ministrations again.

Growing eager, Hanta found purchase on the edge of his seat, neglected cock throbbing against the confines of his dress pants, but this only spurred him on more.

This to him, was indescribable. So intimate and forged from a love and desire so deep he was sure no others could compete with it.

His girl, his girl, was falling apart for him under his gaze. And he was the only one granted the privilege of viewing the heavenly scene.

Nothing on earth drove him as fucking wild as that thought alone did.

He had begun to salivate as his eyes drank in every inch of you. His body craved you more and more with each passing second.

The long haired man’s elevated breathing and paired animistic gaze told you all you needed to know.

He might as well have been on his knees for you. Your walls tensed around emptiness as you thought to yourself that should you ask, he would fall on the sword for you, crawl from one end of the earth to the other to make you happy.

Anything for his queen.

“Don’t wait for my word, princess,” his voice came breathy and restrained, “when you’re ready, let go for me. Need’a see you feel good for me.”

He knew he was losing control of himself and he couldn’t have cared less. Moans he could no longer be bothered to contain synchronised with your own, and his tongue was practically lulling out of his mouth at the thought of getting just one little taste of your sweet, sweet nectar; a luxury that you both knew would come later.

Needless to say, Sero never needed to touch himself when he watched you in this way.

You considered it one of your biggest achievements that you could make your pro-hero fiancé cum untouched, simply by getting yourself off.

And damn if that thought didn’t have you both seeing stars.

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