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saturnsorbits · 3 months

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On Watching the Man you Love, Love Someone Else

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Period-esque, Angst, The Bastardisation of a Longer Piece I'll Never Finish. Word Count: 4k.

Summary: Set to pull the job of a lifetime, Sero's band of wayward thieves are left short when Camie runs off. But could her leaving be the catalyst for more than just a new plan?

A/N: It genuinely hurts a little to let this piece go. I worked on the idea for a while, and really did fall a little in love with this Reader, but ultimately the idea just wasn’t meant to be finished in a word count I could commit to. This piece has so much potential, I’m just not enough of a writer to properly do it justice… I’ve tweaked some pieces, the conversation that occurs with Sero at the end was originally supposed to take place between Reader and Cammie for example - but this is as cohesive as I could get it. Anyway… I hope at least someone enjoys this…

'Gone.'

A chair hits the floor, wood creaking as the legs snap and splinter.

'Fucking gone.' Sweeping an arm across a table, Sero sees the end to a bottle of wine and two half-full glasses. They smash and paint the floor red. 'Fucking – fuck!'

'With all due respect...' Standing in the doorway to the office, Shinso ducks a rogue paper weight as it's hefted at his head. It cracks against the brick behind him before dropping to the floor and rolls until his boot comes down on it. '… It was just a matter of time before she took off again.'

Sero's head snaps up from where he's hunched over his desk. His arms are shaking, hands marked and scratched from his tantrum as he forces out a breath through gritted teeth. 'Don't patronise me right now.'

'Is it patronising to just state a fact?' Shinso arches an eyebrow.

Sucking a long breath up through his nose, Sero inhales until his lungs begin to burn. 'I'll bury a stiletto in your skull.'

'You're not quick enough.'

'I'll -.'

'Stop threatening me, when we both know you're just upset that you've proven to be too uninteresting to entertain your lady-love again.' Bending at the hip, Shinso snatches the paper weight from under his foot and tosses the stone in his hand. With an amused boredom, he slips a small pocket knife from the rim of his boot and begins to scratch. 'What did she take this time?'

'Her shares of the last score, half the dried meat, the last mill-seed loaf, two of the expensive dresses and the...' Biting the inside of his cheeks, Sero's eyes drop to the floor. 'She took the Todoroki.'

A laugh bursts from Shinso's chest. 'Good fuckin' riddance.'

'I liked that painting.' Sero growls. 'Almost lost my fucking head stealing it too.'

'Oh, I remember...' Biting down his smile, Shinso licks at his lips and clears his throat. 'Worry not brother, we still have a game ahead.' He snickers. 'Maybe we'll be able to snatch you another.'

Sero seethes, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he grinds his teeth until he feels the molars catch. 'The game's pretty much fucked now that Camie's taken off again.'

'No.' Shinso shakes his head. 'I know it's hard for you to think beyond yourself sometimes, but there's more than just one woman in this piss-poor little gang of ours capable of playing a darling Duke's daughter.'

Setting himself back down in his chair, Sero sighs. He digs a knuckle into his eye. 'Make sure she's ready for the first touch tomorrow morning. I don't want us to spend any longer on this than we have to.'

With mock decency, Shinso folds himself over in a low bow before standing and stretching out his shoulders. 'Certainly... Now, I'll leave you to your moping, my Lord. Feel free not to trouble us while you're constitution has you acting so pathetic.' A wide grin takes his lip, but before Sero can think of rising from his chair in another fit of anger, Shinso tosses the paper weight straight at his head. 'Catch.'

Snatching the stone from the air, Sero flips it over in his palm exposing the rough outline of a broken heart and a crude crying stick figure on his knees beside it. He's too slow as he hefts it back at the now closed door of his office.

Shinso's footsteps retreat, echoing around the cold stone of the corridor beyond; his low laughter following close on his heels. Sero slams a fist on his desk. 'Fucking bastard!'

'The Queen of Thieves has -.' Kirishima wobbles as he descends the stairs into the kitchen, you in his arms, with only Tetsutestu's hand on the broad of his shoulders to stop him from toppling over.

'For the love of -.' Bakugo hisses. Spinning around from his post in front of the stove, he digs a fist into his hip and glowers. 'Keep it down.'

Tipping you out of his arms, Kirishima slinks toward Bakugo. His head dips, cheeks glowing soft as he slips his arms around the smaller man and plants a kiss on his cheek. 'Sorry, baby...'

'He might be sorry...' Skipping up to the large, oak dining table set central in the room you unhook a large, bulging coin purse from your shoulder and empty it out onto the table. Coins of gold and silver clatter onto the wood, flowing from the bag until the entire surface of the table shines. '… But, I'm not. We're celebrating.'

Bakugo's eyebrows dip. 'You ran a score.'

'We did.' You beam. 'Stole a bunch of machine parts from Ingenium's.'

'Ingenium's is protected by the League.' Venom drips into Bakugo's voice, his teeth grinding as he levels a spoon with your head. He's about to shout, the vein in his temple already bulging, but before he manages to bark, you're grinning.

'And -' You lift a palm to stop him. 'When poor little Tenya wakes up in the morning and discovers that his four gold pieces a week to the League hasn't stopped his precious shop from being turned over, he's going to look elsewhere and who else do we know who has a reputation for keeping thieves away?'

Bakugo tries not to let it show, but pride makes his chest puff out and his eyes shine. 'I should be mad that you're whoring my boyfriend out as hired muscle...'

'But...' Your eyebrows dance on your forehead. 'But, you've just put the biggest score I've seen all year on that bloody table -.'

Kirishima pecks at Bakugo's cheek again, twisting from where he had been dipping his fingers in the bubbling soup on the stove behind his boyfriends back. 'Don't forget the bank notes. We've got bank notes too...'

A snort breaks from Bakugo's chest. '… And guaranteed us another solid four gold a week, so -.'

This time it's Tetsutetsu who breaks into Bakugo's speech. 'We put our prices up two weeks ago. It's eight pieces now. Seemed fitting since there's two of us; an not just one bruiser like the other gangs are offering.'

This time Bakugo does laugh. He throws his head back, shoulders bouncing as he slips from Kirishima's hold and stalks towards you. Opening his arms, he wraps himself around your waist and lifts, spinning you around once before letting you back to your feet. 'If I were into women I'd kiss you breathless, you little fucking genius.'

You giggle and lace your hands behind his neck. 'I'd love to take all the credit, but -.'

'But she was the mastermind behind it all...' Kirishima beams. 'We just stood by and looked scary.'

Tetsutetsu offers. 'We helped lift the machine parts too!'

'It was a joint effort.' You concede, letting Bakugo drift back to the stove, after ordering the boys to set the table.

'What's this?' Shinso appears at the bottom of the basement stairs like a ghost. His hair is wild, torn back as if he'd been caught in a gale and the usual bags under his eyes are deeper and more pronounced.

You look up, half way through scooping another handful of coin back into your pouch. 'A score.'

Leveling you with a bored stare, Shinso raises his eyebrows. 'I'd gathered that much. I was -.'

'Ingeniums.' Bakugo cuts in. 'They can explain over dinner. Sit.'

Shinso obliges, slipping into a seat at the table. 'I have news of Mina.'

That perks everyone's ears.

Producing a letter from his inner jacket pocket, he brandishes it in the air. 'She seems to be enjoying the sea air down south, says she's learned a lot from Midnight.'

Bakugo snatches the letter, quickly skimming through the neatly written hand. He hums. 'Established some links with the Mirko company – could be useful.'

Reading over his shoulder, Kirishima snatches the letter as soon as Bakugo's eyes reach the bottom. 'I miss her.'

'Me too.' You sigh. 'She'll only be gone another month...'

'And we can welcome her back with a score.' Shinso grins, his crooked teeth nipping gently at his lower lip.

Eyebrows furrowing, you glance around the table. 'But -.'

'You're to the play the Duke's daughter instead.'

'I -.' Part of you wants to argue, but you know there's no point. There's only one reason that you're to take the roll of the Duke's daughter, after all.

'I'll take a look at the dresses tomorrow, see what we've got that fits... I can always adjust one of Camie's.' Bakugo offers.

The conversation dissolves then, the room filling with plans and laughter as the bowls we're cleared away and a plate of freshly baked cookies took their place on the table. Bathing in the revelry of having the crew, mostly, all together, you barely notice as the sun begins to slip from the sky leaving the kitchen soaked in the soft glow of lamp light. It isn't until Bakugo yawns, declaring it bedtime, that everyone begins to slowly make their way to their retrospective rooms.

Bakugo heads off first, Kirishima dutifully in toe behind him as they slip into one of the backrooms where a small, stuffed mattress awaited them.

Shortly after Tetsutetsu turns in, slipping into a his coat and swiping a singular golden coin from the stash as he trots back up the stairs, presumably on his way to find something comely to warm his bed for the night.

Lastly, it's Shinso, who offers you a knowing look when you dish out one last portion of soup and dutifully turn towards the upper bedrooms.

He rolls up his sleeves and sighs before dipping them into the soapy water filling the sink, listening as your steps echo as you climb. No-one comments on the empty chair at the head of the table.

Wrapping your knuckles on the office door, you balance the soup dish on your wrist while trying to shove open the door he's evidently jambed shut. Sometimes, you really do wish he where less fickle.

'I brought you food...' Your voice is low, sweet in the back of your throat as you edge into the room and spot him laying on his bunk.

'You didn't come down for dinner.'

Sero grunts, not moving his eyes from the ceiling. 'I'm not hungry.'

'Hanta... You can't keep doing this to yourself. You've barely a week of starvation in you and we're coming up on day three.'

'Just leave me.'

'Listen, I know -.'

'Know?' He sits up then, eyes burning as he fights the tick in his jaw.

'Please. Tell me what you fucking know...' Tongue licking at his back teeth he growls, spitting his words at your feet. 'You're probably loving this, aren't you? She's gone. I'm as good as bloody kept now, aren't I.'

'I don't.'

'Don't act stupid, Dearest.' He coos, but there's no fondness in his tone. 'I know how you look at me. Gods, if I all, but stretched out here and welcomed you to bed I bet you'd ride me out of sheer desperation while I laid back and thought of her.' A murky laugh bubbles in his throat as he cocks his head to one side, legs spreading in mocking invitation. 'That brother of mine seems to enjoy sharing his pallet with you often enough, maybe you're in want for a change of cock.'

Cocking your hip, you dig a fist into the fat there. Your nails dig into your palm, carving out raw half-cresents in the skin. 'Have you finished?'

'Ha. Have you been practicing that? If I'm inclined to forget half of my life, you're almost a semi-decent imitation.'

'I know you're hurting, Hanta. All's I'm asking is that you -.'

'You really shouldn't try so hard, y'know... To be her. Take it from a mummer himself, you'll never come close to the real thing.'

'I'm not trying to be her. It's you who wants that, Hanta. Not me. If she where me, she'd be the one stood here trying to stop you from starving yourself to death like a pathetic divorcee and I'd be off somewhere else doing God only fucking knows what...' You collect yourself, if only just and place the bowl on the floor at your feet. 'Now eat. One good meal won't get in the way of you being love-sick.'

Turning on your heel, you bite your lip. It's all you can do to stop the tears. The marks on your palm sting, but even that is a dull comparison to the claw marks now inflicted across your heart. You've barely reached the bottom step when you hear it, a scuffling that gets your hopes up, before a loud bang shatters them once more. You don't bother to hear what is muttered in the dark after it, you don't care to know.

'He's a mean bastard...' You whisper to yourself, violently clearing your face before stepping foot back in the kitchen.

Shinso is still there where you left him, a pile of newly clean plates by his side.

'Sorry for abandoning the chores.' You force a smile, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt as you prepare to dip them into the sink. Shinso just chuckles. He dips a new plate into the water and hisses.

'S'nothing. He still acting like a kicked puppy?'

''fraid so... Matter of fact.' Pulling your hands back before they hit water, you pluck another bowl from the cupboard and set about spooning out another helping of soup from the pot still bubbling on the stove. 'Would you mind taking him up another dish? He won't take anything from me and I'm pretty sure I heard him toss the last down the stairs. I'm rather hoping you'll have more luck.' Once the bowl is full, you slip it onto the table and reach for a loaf of bread.

Cracking it in half, you lay it on a plate. 'I'll finish up here.'

'I -.' Shinso sighs, wiping his hands on a chequered rag.

'It's fine, really.'

There it is, that forced smile again. Shinso chews the inside of his mouth.

'We're already a hand down tonight, what's one more? It's been a while since I've had the kitchen to myself.'

'As his brother, it pains me to say this, but he really isn't worth half of the trouble.' He takes the dishes from the table and cocks an eyebrow at you as you busy yourself with the ones already in the sink.

You laugh, snorting before shooting Shinso an equally as amused look. 'Says the man who routinely puts himself in harms way for said brother.'

'That's different.' He deadpans. 'He's never picked up a habit of making me cry.'

You drop the dish in your hands. 'I'm not -.'

Now, it's Shinso's turn to snort. 'I know how long it takes to get from here to his room and back again and you where about ten minutes too long, even with all the vile things I can guess he spat at you. Plus...' He reaches up and smooths his knuckles across the curve of your cheekbone. 'Your cheeks are red.'

'I -.'

'I'll take him the soup, but I'm doing it for you. He could starve for a week longer for all I care.'

'Thank you, 'Toshi.'

'You're one of us. We look after our own...' He grinds his teeth, tipping his head. 'Or at least, we're supposed to.'

Sero rolls his eyes as soon as soon as the door is kicked open. He's laid back on his bunk, arms folded underneath his head, eyes trained carefully on one particularly large spot of mould on the ceiling. 'Just because a different man holds the spoon, doesn't mean I'm more likely to eat'

Not bothering to pause, Shinso marches across the room in barely two strides. 'Just as well I haven't brought you a spoon then, isn't it?' He tips the bowl onto Sero's exposed stomach.

Sero yells, scolded.

'You, Sero Hanta, are the biggest cock I've ever fucking met.'

Wincing through the radiating burn, Sero manages to huff out a cocky snort. 'Why, thank you.'

'She's just trying to help'

'Well I don't fucking need it.' Reaching under his bed, Sero snatches up his discarded nightshirt to clean the spill from his skin. 'Nor, do I need you soiling my bed clothes.'

'Be glad it's just soup.'

Sero opens his mouth to speak, but is quickly silenced again by his brothers glare.

'You break her little heart twice a day and she doesn't trouble you with it and yet, every time Cam runs off – somehow it's her that bares the brunt.' Shinso folds his arms across his chest. 'She's a nice girl, Hanta... She's family.'

'Ah, so you are fucking her after all.' He chuffs. 'What is it? Jealous she's still got a taste for my cock?'

A growl builds in the back of Shinso's throat, the muscle in his jaw flaring as he grinds his teeth. 'I'm going to pretend to have misheard what you're attempting to insinuate for your own fucking good... Get a grip of yourself before I have to knock some sense into your myself.'

'Consider me fully scolded.' Sero clicks his tongue. 'Is that all you came here to do?'

'She's done your half of the washing and made preparations for tomorrow night; thought you could do with a few nights off. So you can mope here all week for all anyone gives a shit.'

Sero sits up at that, his eyes wide. 'She's supposed to be doing the first touch tomorrow -.'

'And she's still offered to do your half of the choring... ' Shaking his head, Shinso sighs. 'She's more than you deserve. That's for damn sure. Without her, we'd fall apart.'

Sero pauses. Chewing the inside of his cheek, he swings his legs over the side of his bed and sits up. 'Is there anymore soup?'

'Yeah.' Shinso chuckles, gesturing the bed. 'In a puddle on your blanket by the look of it... If you want a fresh bowl, you'll have to get it yourself.' He strides off towards the door, but stops at the door to turn back over his shoulder. 'And you best be as gracious as a fucking priest when you do.'

The water is scolding your hands. Your wrists have vanished, lost below the soapy bubbles as you fish for the last bits of cutlery lost in the sink. Behind you, the stairs creek making the muscles of your back tense even as you try to keep your shoulders relaxed. Maybe it's the years you've lived together, or the fact that your heart skips a beat each time you hear him, but there's no mistaking the foot falls for anyone other than Sero Hanta.

He appears, shirtless, at the foot of the stairs, but doesn't press into the kitchen.

You ignore him. Focusing instead on the burning of your hands as you pluck a fork from the water and begin to clean it.

Sero clears his throat.

Still, you clean.

He sighs, stuffing his hands into his pockets before approaching the stove. Lifting the lid of the pot, he inhales through the steam that leaps from inside. 'Do you mind if I -.'

Turning, you absently pass him a bowl. 'There's still some clean spoons in the draw.'

'Thank you.'

You nod.

Spooning a decent helping of soup into a bowl, Sero takes his time choosing a spoon. It's mindless work, a waste of time as his mind whirrs – trying frantically to come up with something, anything to say to you.

The thing is, Shinso's right. You are more than he deserves and then some, but he's never been good with sweet things. That's why him and Cammie work so well.

They don't.

With you, there would be the possibility of a future. One that involves a quiet life, without crimes and games, a small house and weekly breakfasts with Bakugo and Kirishima, fuck... Children, a pretty little stone shining on your delicate finger.

He could give you all of that, but he can't give you what he knows you really crave.

He doesn't turn around when he speaks, instead, he hangs his head and talks to cream of his soup. 'You know I wish it were different...'

'It isn't that hard not to be a cunt, Hanta.'

'You know what I mean.' He winces.

You chuckle, but its a cruel noise that trickles off of your lips. 'So what is it? You wish I didn't yearn for your affections, or that you loved me like you love her?'

'Yes, well...'

Yanking your hands from the water, you splay your palms on the cold surface beside the sink. You're used to this, the numbness that so often overtakes you. The knowledge of your unrequited affection is like a balm, a prickling salve that serves not to sooth, but to prolong your suffering.

If you were able to let go, you would have, but you've loved him since you first laid eyes on him all those years ago when two scared children had come together for scarce more than survival.

'I sound bitter, I didn't mean -.'

He chuckles. 'You did. It's okay. I think that might be the normal thing.'

'What?'

'To hate me. To, to -.'

Your eyebrows furrow, your heart giving out in your chest as you consider a world in which his assumption might me true. 'I don't hate you.'

Turning finally, Sero leans back against the wooden surface of the kitchen counter. He licks his lips. 'You should.'

You lift your head, twisting until you can look at him.

At first glance, you'd be forgiven to think that his eyes were black, but on closer inspection, or under the right light, the faint, deep chocolate of his iris' shimmer – soaking up the light around each of his blown pupils. Now, with them trained on you, you're allowed to bask until you lose your nerve. Dropping your gaze, you tangle your fingers with one another. 'I could never.'

A sadness washes over him. 'You'd be better off finding refuge under Kaminari or Monoma.'

'Hardly a satisfactory refuge...' You chuckle, letting the noise lighten your mood.

He shares in your laughter, before allowing the sound to die on the back of his throat. Turning back to the counter, he palms the bowl of soup and slips a spoon into his pocket.

In two short steps he stops in front of you. His spare hand reaches out, curling around your shoulder. The tips of his fingers dig gently into the flesh and muscle covering your shoulder blade as his thumb smooths over the dip of your collarbone: caressing. Your skin blooms for him, heat rising through you as you allow yourself to think of all the other touches he could gift you, but any further thought is silenced as the gentle press of his lips touches to your forehead. Lingering, his lips hover barely a millimetre above his kiss.

'You deserve better than me.' He whispers it into your hair line before stepping away.

You feel the chill of him leaving, feeling an odd sense of abandonment and longing settle bone deep inside of you as he crosses back across the kitchen, towards the stairs. He's talking, but you don't quite register the words, not even as he calls your name.

'Forget the touch tomorrow. We'll scrap the job. It was a terrible plan anyway...' He hums. 'I think I should take some time away, let Bakugo and Shinso handle things for a while, maybe.'

He's gone, almost at his room, you'd guess by the time you leave your trance. Your fingertips find his kiss, touch gently against the skin there and feel the warmth of his lips as it slips, absorbed by your skin.

You smile.

He might not be able to give you what you want, what you crave. But, you'll always have this.

A singular, sorrow-filled kiss.

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martindeservedbetter · 2 months

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loathing you wasn't right

Teldryn Sero x F! Dragonborn! Reader word count: 2118 triggers: none

"You're going back to Skyrim… without me?! Why?!"

"It's just…" she stared off, not wanting to meet Teldryn's upset eyes.

"... I didn't want to bring you home, to Skyrim, that is. I just wanted two lives, a Dragonborn for one, and a welcoming adventurous patron for the other. Which means-"

"You don't want me to ruin your perfect picture… what a load of crap. Fine. Go on then, go do your Skyrim things. Just know that I'll be exploring Tamriel on my own, and I won't be here when you get back."

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Skip forward two weeks and Teldryn was still wasting away his days in the Retching Netch, hoping that maybe, just maybe she'd come back to him.

"Still moping over Y/n, I see," Geldis teased, placing a drink down in front of Teldryn, who sat at the bar for once, rather than the upper-level seating area.

"I paid for a drink, not a snide remark, Geldis."

"Just go out adventuring as you said. Get your mind off of her."

"And where should I be going? Hmm? The only way off this rock is to Skyrim, and I don't fancy running into her."

"Is it perhaps because you fancy her? You get it because-"

"I don't need this," Teldryn stood up, tossing Geldis some septims, grabbed his sujamma, and turned to leave the corner club.

"You can't run from your feelings, Teldryn!"

"Just watch me!”

He retorted, securing his chitin helmet back on his head before being met with the ashen atmosphere of Raven Rock.

Oh, how he loathed the place.

Sure, he had made it his home for countless years and had made many fond memories with the people, but he loathed it all the same.

Teldryn seemed to loathe many things.

He loathed the way she laughed and said his name.

He loathed the fact that she would hug him after a battle.

He loathed the way she stared in awe of their campfires.

And most importantly, he loathed the way his chest hurt when he thought of her.

“Damn her.”

It was like he couldn’t look around at the village in front of him, because all he saw were the memories bubbling up. He only stared ahead, trying to blot out any of his thoughts, and it came as no surprise to himself that he found himself pushing through the doors of her home.

The large manor she had been given was dark and cold. She had left many of her belongings behind. And Teldryn would fondly stare at them, as he continued down into the main part of her home.

“You’re more than welcome to stay here with me, Teldryn.”

“You can’t actually mean that, Y/n.”

“No, I do. It’s too large to live in alone. There’s this room over here,” she grabbed his hand and pulled him over,” I would love it if it was yours.”

“Then I’ll stay. If that’s what you wish.”

Teldryn stared down at his hand clenching and unclenching it, before shaking his head and scolding himself for trying to remember how pleasant her hand felt in his-

“Just stop it! You’re Teldryn Sero! The best swordsman in Morrowind! You’re not some lovesick s’wit, so stop acting like one.”

It was a lame attempt at clearing his mind, but he accepted it all the same and made his way into the master bedroom. Her bedroom.

What a mistake.

Her room still smelled of her, the same smell that filled his nose as she would bury her face into his chest while hugging. And although every part of him told him to leave, he stayed.

He fell onto her bed, overwhelmed by the scent of her and the softness of the furs that covered her blanket.

“Y/n… why did you leave me..?”

He muttered, tearing the helmet back off of his face and tossing it far away from him.

He heard the shattering of glass, and he cringed.

“Damn it…”

He slowly brought himself to his feet and saw the shattered vase on her desk, and as he gathered the pieces, his eyes caught the scribbling of his name.

Teldryn Sero

He set the shards aside and opened the folded paper.

I have to leave Solstheim. I can’t stay any longer, I refuse to fall anymore in love with him. Teldryn Sero… such a grumpy elf… but that didn’t stop my foolish heart. Those crimson eyes have me swooning and I want to wake up to the rasp of his voice in the morning for hundreds of thousands of mornings. But he doesn’t deserve to deal with the life I lead. The constant never knowing if I’ll return again. The endless traveling and speaking to officials, not to mention the threat of the civil war… Teldryn deserves to follow someone, to love someone that’s not me.

I’ll suffer for a thousand years if it means that Teldryn is happy.

“Stupid… so stupid…”

That didn’t stop the shaking of his hands or the pounding of his heart.

It was astonishing to learn that she had felt the same all this time. For Teldryn, it was like time stood still. Everything he loathed about her wasn't quite what he thought.

He loved the way she laughed and said his name.

He loved the fact that she would hug him after a battle.

He loved the way she stared in awe of their campfires.

He loved her.

Teldryn wanted her to wake up in his arms and see that smile she wore after hearing his voice. He wanted morning kisses and slow dances in the kitchen. He wanted everything you would never think a mercenary would want, he wanted to be loved.

Teldryn's body seemed to drag itself out of her home and back to the docks, staring out at the grayed sky and the barren harbor.

He stared out at the abyss of sea separating him from her.

"The Northern Maiden is set to return today."

"Hmm?"

Teldryn turned to the voice of the Nordic docks worker.

"You look like a man who needs to be elsewhere."

"Well thank you for telling me what I look like, I truly appreciate it."

"I'm just trying to help-"

"And I don't need it. Please go run along, and do whatever it is you do," Teldryn retorted, snapping at the poor man.

The Nord quickly scampered away from the Dunmer.

"You know, you didn't have to scare the boy, Teldryn. He did give you the information you wanted." Spoke the familiar voice.

"...I didn’t recall needing your opinion, Geldis,” Teldryn called, turning around to face his only friend.

“Ah,” spoke the Dunmeri barkeep,” but you clearly need it. You’ve been falling apart for weeks. What changed and brought you here? Did you finally realize?”

“Realize what? There’s nothing to realize-”

“Teldryn Sero, you must be a s’wit if you haven’t realized it yet. You’re in love with the Dragonborn.”

Teldryn scoffed and turned away from him.

“You can’t even lie and say no. You’ve just gotten quiet for the first time in your life.”

“You haven’t known me nearly that long-”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not the grumpy mercenary that sat in my bar for months, boasting his skills. You’re not a quiet mer, Teldryn. Just admit it.”

“No, alright? She’s already gone, and she’s been gone. Realizing something so significant now will just… just make the pain in my chest worse.”

"...you'll never be better if you don't admit it. If you truly want to move on-"

"Ah, but there's a problem Geldis. I don't want to. I don't think I can. I've never loved a man or mer before in my 200 years of life…"

"So you're holding on. You're going to spend your dying breaths waiting for that girl to return…"

"I've never made the best decisions, Geldis, you know that. Just let me have this."

"Just promise yourself and me this, you'll tell her if you see her again. You'll tell her everything Teldryn.”

“I guess I can try.”

He huffed, trying to maintain his composure and arrogant demeanor, but by Azura, he should’ve known the mer could see through it.

“Teldryn.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll tell Y/n that I… that I-”

He faked a cough, trying to cover his tracks with a ‘damn ash’.

“You’re a sorry excuse for a Dunmer if you can’t say three words.”

“She isn’t here, so I don’t have to say a word.”

Teldryn walked down the pier, fully ignoring Geldis’s protests.

And now we’re back to being a lovesick s’wit, fantastic. At least I can catch the first boat out of here, now to just…

He once again threw back on his helmet and leaned against the stone building, deciding now was a good time to get his rest before boarding the ship. He had learned how to sleep standing upright after being a mercenary for quite a number of years. The man let out a sigh and settled into a comfortable position before drifting into a light sleep.

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“Teldryn?”

Ah, her voice. What a cruel joke, can’t even dream in peace.

“Silly mer…”

He felt something brush against his jaw through the scarf.

“I’ll cut your hand off if you don’t put it down,” he muttered, not bothering to open his eyes.

“Well, it’s a good thing that wasn’t my hand then.”

Then the voice proceeded to do the same thing again, which quickly brought Teldryn out of any drowsiness he had.

“I already warned you-! Y/n?”

His voice softened when he recognized her, and he felt his face begin to warm in embarrassment.

“Hey… I’m back.”

“...Why?”

He watched her face shift into one of amusement to a bittersweet one.

“I missed you. It was a mistake to leave. I wasn’t expecting to find you here.”

“I never left…”

He muttered, turning his face away.

“I’m glad…” she slipped her hand into his, interlocking their fingers.

Teldryn looked down at their hands, and couldn’t quell the anxiety that came off of him in droves.

“I uh… I need to tell you something.”

“Of course, Teldryn. You can tell me anything.”

“So…” he sucked in a sharp breath.

“...I didn’t exactly know how to cope with you leaving. Hit the Netch every night, and tried to sleep the day away…”

She began to run her thumb across the back of his gloved hand.

“...and I just… had so much resentment for you. It took those two weeks for me to figure it out but… I’ve learned that I simply adore your smile…”

He took a short pause to catch the embarrassed smile that ghosted her lips.

“...that I enjoyed your hugs, that I found your facial expressions… pleasant.”

“Oh yeah?”

That stupid smile of hers had come back to stay, clearly amused by his awkwardness.

"I suppose I learned that I… love you."

"I love you too Teldryn."

It blew him away how she answered him immediately, this interesting shine in her eyes. It took him a moment to realize that they were tears.

"Don't cry," he mused, wiping the tears away from her face.

"I'm just so happy. I really thought I had lost you…"

"Never. I would have waited a thousand years for you, just to have this."

Teldryn brought her hand to his lips, brushing the scarf away, and placing a kiss to her knuckles.

"Really?" She smiled, still in tears, but clearly feeling better about the situation.

"Really."

"Can I ki-"

She put her hands up to the sides of his face.

"Please do," he muttered in response, pulling the chitin helmet off and dropping it.

Y/n pulled him down to meet her, lips connecting and sending chills down his spine, pleasantly surprised by the feelings he received, he smiled into the kiss.

She was the first to pull away, grinning like an idiot, but Teldryn knew he looked the same.

"Be mine?"

"I assumed we were already there, but absolutely."

"S'wit."

"You love me."

He rolled his eyes, failing to stop smiling as well.

"I simply adore you."

Teldryn watched as her face wore a soft smile and she seemed to lose her footing.

"Oh, you like that? You want more pleasant compliments?" Teldryn teased.

"Stop being mean."

"Never," he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She gave a soft hum in response.

"Any jobs available? I'd love to bring my mercenary along."

"Well I heard the Skaals could use some help, though, it's far too cold for my liking."

"That sounds like a new adventure. Let's go!"

He quickly grabbed his helm as she dragged him by the hand.

And by Azura, did he love her more than anything.

#first fic i've posted on here!#i originally posted these on wattpad and now i wanna see how well they do on tumblr #skyrim #tes v #tes #teldryn sero #teldryn sero x reader #teldryn sero x dragonborn #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #teldryn x reader #tes fic #martindeservedbetter #solstheim

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wreckingtickles · 7 months

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The Auction - Bundles 4 & 5 (NSFW)

The fifth chapter of a spicy tickle fic starring 8 (sort of) boys from MHA/BnHA.

I'll be the first to admit this one is a bit disappointing.

The Auction Masterlist

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“And we’re back! Next up is Bundle 4. Since you seem to have had a lot of fun during the break, why not shoot for the electric toothbrushes again?”

But Bakugo wasn’t listening. He was both looking and not looking at Kirishima’s, the latter’s eyes still resolutely closed, his face still flushed.

“Shitty Hair.”

“Yeah? Are you ok?”

“My murder list just got a whole lot longer. Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“Nope.”

“Don’t be a moron. You’ll just make it worse for yourself.”

“Like you’re one to talk, Orange!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“See, Red is keeping his eyes closed because he doesn’t want to enjoy seeing his friends suffer. Isn’t that right, Red? Or are you afraid that something will happen and they’ll think you’re an even bigger perv?”

“I’LL FIND YOU AND END YOU IF YOU KEEP MOCKING HIM!!”

“How fiercely protective of you! Such… good friends you must be,” the announcer said with an emphasis that Bakugo didn’t like one bit.

“Baku-bro, stop,” whispered Kirishima, even redder than before, with none of his usual energy. It had all gotten to him.

“What a hero you are, Red. You know it will tickle more if you can’t see, yet you’re willing to take it. Is it moral superiority, or just saving face? Regardless… Bundle 4 begins now!”

Bzzt. The auctionees heard them before they felt them, like an angry swarm in the night. And then, the buzzing got drowned out.

“Ooh, I can already tell this is going to be a good one! But just to keep things fresh, let’s do single-perspective now!”

Bakugo

Kirishima and Deku were the first to break anew as two toothbrushes landed right in the center of their hollows. Even Bakugo knew that was Kirishima’s most ticklish spot. He’d made full use of it after the first time the idiot redhead had pounced on him, tickling him in front of Sero and Kaminari. Bakugo had waited for him to go back to his room, followed him inside, wrestled him to the ground, crossed his legs around his waist from behind, and clawed and scratched at Kirishima’s upper body to his heart’s content. Kirishima had begged him to stop after one minute; Bakugo hadn’t stopped for half an hour, which he’d almost entirely dedicated to the redhead’s ribs and armpits, which he’d immediately identified as his worst spots. Kirishima had laughed, begged, and wheezed, but nothing had been able to spare him Bakugo’s revenge.

But Bakugo was in no position to worry about his friend, because he wasn’t exactly un-ticklish himself. He huffed and puffed as the toothbrushes buzzed around the center of his hollows, but he would endure it, he had to. The real issue was that he was starting to sweat.

The vibrating asshole kept teasing him throughout, but Bakugo knew he couldn’t do anything other than scowl, too busy trying not to burst into laughter, and even then he knew he looked ridiculous. So he shifted his attention to the buzzing of the toothbrushes, the sound of his restraint clanging as he fought against the sensation, trying to ward off the poisonous words trying to worm their way into his ear.

Not even he knew how he did it, but somehow he made it through the whole thing without laughing, though mooing abundantly. But before he knew it, it started all over again, with ghostly hands squeezing at his thighs, digging into the innermost portion, thumbs nearly touching the orange boxers. It wasn’t as bad. But it was still more fighting. More struggling. More holding back. And Bakugo began to wonder how much longer he’d be able to hold out.

Shindo

When Shindo felt the toothbrushes land in his hollows, he smiled. Not because it tickled, no, the exact opposite. The harmless vibrations of the dental implements failed to gain purchase in his senses, accustomed as they were to his Quirk.

“This feels like a major oversight,” he commented out loud. He knew they knew.

“Luck of the draw, pure and simple! Is that regret I hear in your voice?”

“Ha, definitely not,” he scoffed. “I’m glad I get to enjoy the view.”

To his right, Midoriya was laughing his head off, as usual. It wasn’t something Shindo cared for particularly. What he did enjoy was the fact that despite the forced mirth, and actually because of it, the greenette looked broken. Flushed, sweaty, worn-out, almost in pain, but of a harmless kind. Overwhelmed. Seeing him like that stoked an appetite in Shindo, to dominate that toned, stocky form that somewhat clashed with the sweetness of the owner’s features, naïve and cute. What things Shindo could do to that young man, if only he could reach him. Tear off that green underwear. Make him go blind and keep him on that tortured edge. If none of what was happening was real, it had to be a dream. So why not make the most of it?

And yet, he couldn’t. So he looked to his right, and chuckled. That cocky jackass, fighting so hard not to laugh, making twice as much noise as if he were, and wasting that much more energy. Now that, that was also enjoyable, to see him fight a losing battle against the obvious. And it got Shindo wondering, would he be doing the same against a wave of pleasure? No doubt. Give him pain, give him bliss, until the façade crumbled, and he begged.

Ah, shit. He was hard again. That was frustrating. Time to distract himself.

“Hey. Your name’s Bakugo, right?”

The orange-clad hero was obviously trying to ignore him, as his scowl revealed.

“What are you doing? It’s so obvious you are very ticklish. Why not just laugh?”

No response.

“I’m sure they tickle a lot, those toothbrushes in your armpits. Don’t they? Ah, is that a smile I see? No? Can you imagine if they were all over your body? Like Transparent, whatever his name was. Can you imagine being in his place? I don’t think you’d be able to take it. But it would be so much fun to see you try. And fail.”

Bakugo had probably heard about half of what Shindo had said, but the latter could tell that he was pissed, and that was fun in its own right.

“Oh, Black, I’m afraid your break ends here. See, we did make special accommodations for you.”

The back of Shindo’s head tingled with alarm, but he tried to play it cool. “And what might those be?”

The only response he received was the toothbrushes – all four of them – leaving his armpits… and swarming the tent in his boxers.

“GAH!” he exclaimed, shocked by the toothbrushes’ audacity, as well as by the unbearable mixture of hilarity and urgent pleasure.

“You thought we didn’t know that not all of your body is immune to vibrations? We know what you use your Quirk for, you naughty boy.”

Gasping laughter threatened to break out of Shindo, originating from the very pit of his stomach. The damp fabric lessened the ticklish sensation a good amount, but the vibrations still had him eager, yearning. And he surprised himself trying to resist the feeling. No, that wasn’t right. He wasn’t supposed to be the one who got teased. He wasn’t supposed to be the one who had to bite his lip.

The toothbrushes – six, six of them now! – were neither trying to really tickle him, nor to push him over the edge, he could tell, they were too unfocused. Their only purpose was to keep building his arousal. And so they did, without allowing him release, release which he himself opposed, until bundle 5 ended for all, silencing the toothbrushes.

But even then, Shindo was allowed little respite, because when bundle 6 started shortly after and the disembodied hands started kneading into his thighs, the proximity to his arousal kept teasing him, taunting him, mocking him.

Kirishima

When the toothbrushes made contact with his armpits, Kirishima almost opened his eyes; but no, he held on, making it that much worse for himself, as he didn’t know where the devices would strike next, if more of them would come. But the toothbrushes seemed pretty content roaming his hollows, sending ticklish vibrations through the terribly sensitive skin.

His nerves were on edge, all the more receptive to the toothbrush action as they begged him to look, to survey what was triggering them, but he couldn’t. It was already embarrassing enough that he was enjoying what was happening to him. But the tormented laughter, the straining and thrashing coming from right next to him, permeating the hall, was so much worse. If he also looked… no, he wouldn’t let himself enjoy what he saw. Even if they said it wasn’t real, it… it didn’t feel right.

So he didn’t see the second pair of toothbrushes coming, landing squarely in the center of his pits while the first set roamed their muscled edges. He let out a mirthful scream when it happened.

He’d innocently tickled his classmates on more than one occasion, and he’d been recognized as the resident tickle monster. This had resulted in multiple reprisals. And something Sero had once said had stuck with him: the more muscle he put on, the more ticklish he got. What was supposed to make him stronger, somehow made him… if not weaker, more tender. Like after his Quirk ran out of stamina.

Somehow, someway, he made it through the third wave of toothbrushes, only for Sero’s theory to gain more credence as he felt hands squeeze at his thighs, sending ticklish shockwaves coursing up his legs. And his laughter mingled with the others’.

He needed this to end. Because guilt was ruining a good thing.

With his eyes closed, he didn’t notice that the hands he still felt on his thighs were but phantom tickles. No, it was everyone else’s laughter subsiding that told him it was over. That it was safe to open his eyes.

“We’re almost done!” claimed Ojiro. “There’s only one bundle left.”

Kirishima blinked off the tears as his vision struggled to readjust to the stark illumination of the auction hall. Across from him, Midoriya didn’t look relieved. “Yes, but it’s probably…” He trailed off, shooting Bakugo a worried glance.

Kirishima saw the blond curl his toes.

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #spicy content #tickle content #tickle fic #tickletorture #ticklish!kaminari #ticklish!bakugo #ticklish!kirishima #ticklish!inasa #ticklish!bakugou #ticklish!midoriya #ticklish!todoroki #ticklish!shindou #ticklish!shindo #ticklish!ojirou #ticklish!ojiro

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blushinggray · 1 year

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playboy sero saga cont...

part 2/? (part 1 here)

sero hanta x fem!reader

the aftermath of that night you spent drinking from sero's mouth instead of a cup...

cw // more flirting, implied sexual content

Just to be clear, you did not think about him when you eventually went to bed and got yourself off that night after you left Kaminari's house. You were a little on edge even after your shower and still coming down from your tipsy high, so you were naturally a little friskier than usual. It's totally normal.

But for the sake of your own pride and dignity, you will not confess to your own prosecuting conscience that thoughts of Sero "fuckboy" Hanta's arms or hands or mouth or height or smile or anything of his led you to your orgasm that night. Because they didn't! You swear they didn't.

It was just some generic, practically faceless, hot bodied guy you imagined to get things going. Probably some actor from a movie you watched recently or something. If he also happens to have a similar build, or hair color, or charming personality, or smile as some other guy you happened to make out with earlier that night, then it's just a coincidence.

So no, you did not fucking fantasize about Sero and how strong his hands were on your face or how easily his body slotted against yours despite your clear height difference or how sweet his mouth tasted right before you went to sleep.

...

You did, however, wake up from a dream where those hands were holding onto your waist to keep you in place for him to fuck into you. And you did get yourself off the next morning while those thought clouds were clearing up...

But it's nothing you can't bounce back from! After you get up, you go about your day as usual, putting on as much background noise as possible to keep your thoughts away from him and what you almost did with him last night.

Ashido doesn’t let you get away with it for long, however, because she calls you later in the afternoon to get all the contextual details of what she walked in on the night before. You don’t know whether it’s because she’s been friends with Sero for a while, but she (and Hagakure, who’s with her on the other end of the line) seems pretty eager to get you to change your mind about him.

“Mina, stop!” You eventually have to say, “Look, I have nothing against him or anything. It’s just… I don’t see this turning out well for me, okay? I’ve dated guys like him before — and don’t get me wrong, they’re great, they treat me well and all that. But at the end of the day, it’s not gonna turn into anything serious, and I don’t wanna be caught up in my feelings for a guy who’s probably just trying to have some fun.”

There’s silence from their end for a bit, before Hagakure asks first, “Is that what you think is gonna happen with Sero?”

You’re silent this time for a moment before Ashido says with a small sigh, “Well, it’s not like it’s unwarranted. We’re his friends and even we can’t defend him on that front.”

Hagakure hums in what sounds like confusion but also acknowledgement, like this isn’t where they had planned the conversation to be going. But you’re internally relieved that you didn’t let it go too far last night.

“But!” She continues, “What we can say is that he’s a genuinely good guy. You can trust us on that!”

“Yes, totally! One of the most reliable guys we know!” Hagakure agrees.

“And we’re pretty sure he’s into you. Like, in a more than just a casual, party hookup kinda way.”

The way your heart flips when you hear that that cute, overly playful, yet admittedly cool playboy might be ‘into’ you is downright pathetic. You can already feel your grave getting deeper.

But you try to play it off for a while longer, “Okay… and how exactly is that better?”

“Well… that, we can’t really say. But he was clearly bummed when you left last night.”

“As anyone would be if they suddenly got blueballed…” you point out.

“I heard from Ojiro that Sero originally wasn’t even gonna come last night, but he changed his mind when he heard that your usual group was gonna be there!” Hagakure mentions.

Well, even if that was true, that doesn’t necessarily mean that he came specifically for you… But…

“Look, guys, I don’t know what you’re hoping will come out of this, but just let me figure this out on my own, okay?”

It takes a bit of back and forth, but eventually the topic is put aside, and you end the call a while later after agreeing to grab lunch tomorrow.

You’re expecting to have to fight off the topic of Sero once more when you arrive at the diner the next day, but it turns out it might be much, much harder than that once that tall, dark-haired, smiling charmer slides right into the booth seat across from you.

“Hey,” he greets you with his usual ease, “Fancy seeing you here.”

You’re frozen for a second as you just stare at the very guy you have been trying to avoid both physically and mentally for the past two days. After darting your eyes around the diner to see no one else you recognize, you find your voice again to say, “I’m… waiting for Mina.”

“What a coincidence. So am I.” He leans back against the booth seat, and somehow he’s tall enough to comfortably lay his arm out over the top of the booth behind him. Fuck.

Pulling out his phone, he taps on it to show you his texts with her that are indeed inviting him out to grab lunch at this very same diner without any other pretense.

Oh, Ashido… You little…

“And I have a feeling,” he says, still completely at ease as he takes his phone back, “that we’re gonna get a message soon that she suddenly can’t make it.”

“Don’t even jinx me like that…” you close your eyes with a groan, only to hear your phone vibrate on the table just a few seconds later.

Despite your prayers, Sero turns out to have the gift of prophecy, because there it is; Ashido’s sudden cancellation and apology text.

Sero’s phone dings just seconds later, and he chuckles with an amused, “Ah, there it is.”

You suck in a deep breath through your nose and exhale it as slowly as you can before you start typing back a response:

To: Ashido Mina You meddlesome little CUNT i am CANCELLING our friendship 🔪

After hitting ‘send,’ you grab your things and announce, “I’m leaving.”

“Aww, already?” Sero asks with the same easy smile that hasn’t left his face since he got here, “You don’t wanna join me on this blind date that we were suddenly forced into?”

“Call me crazy.” You shrug with a blameless look as you leave the booth. You mumble a quick apology to the waiter before stepping out of the diner and letting out a deep sigh. Maybe now you’ll be able to think without his confidence and wit and face to distract you.

Except—

“Hey, wait up.” His voice follows behind you as a hand catches your shoulder. A long, slender, yet strong hand that you’re suddenly getting flashback sensations of on your hips and jaw and hair.

“What?”

“You know, there’s actually a Thai place right around the corner from here that’s really good.” He removes his hand to point a thumb down the street, “If you don’t have lunch plans anymore, you wanna join me instead?”

Oh, he’s good… Just rolling with the punches and inviting you out on his own terms instead of Ashido’s… Too good…

You want to refuse, but you really are kind of hungry since you slept through breakfast today, thinking that you’d eat your fill when you met Ashido. And you’re not so proud that you’d run away from a perfect lunch opportunity when you need to eat.

So with a defeated sigh, you gesture for him to start walking, “Lead the way.”

Somehow, in that moment, his smile grows wider. And it looks a little different than usual. It's not like that smile that looks like he’s trying to charm the pants (and/or panties) off of you. You can’t exactly pinpoint how it’s different, but it just… feels like it.

The Thai restaurant is a small mom-and-pop shop with a lot of oriental decor on the walls. Not all of it looks necessarily Thai, but somehow it all still feels kind of tied together.

You order what Sero recommends you, since he’s been here before and seems to have a familiar relationship with the shop owners. But once your orders are in and you’re left to awkwardly sip at your lemon water, it dawns on you that you have no idea what to talk to him about.

You’re rattling your brain for literally any topic on the planet, but he pins you with the exact one you had been both expecting and avoiding with your life.

“So, how’ve you been since the kickback on Friday? I’ve been meaning to get ahold of you.”

“Fine? I guess.” You try not to cough on your water as you set it down, “Nothing I couldn’t get over after a day.”

Except the images my brain conjured up of your hands all over me.

“Oh yeah?” He says, that playful smile returning, “Was I that forgettable? Guess I’m gonna have to do better.”

You have half a mind to either play dumb or play along, but in the end, you know you’ll be playing right into his hands either way. So maybe it’s better that you don’t play at all.

Bringing a hand up to rub at part of your face, you sigh, “Look, I’m sorry about that. Please just forget that that ever happened.”

“Why?” He asks without missing a beat, “I’ve been kinda hoping that would happen sooner or later. Though I gotta say I didn’t expect it to turn out the way it did.”

“Yeah, well that’s as far as it goes for us.” You shut it down as quickly as you can, “I definitely don’t have any plans to do that again with you.”

“Really? None at all?” he hums, still looking way too amused for your comfort.

“None at all.” You repeat, “Nothing personal.”

“That’s a shame.” He says, leaning back like he’s all too used to this initial response. Which you’re sure he is, and has managed to change plenty of people’s minds before… “I was really hoping to get to know you better.”

“You can’t get to know someone without making out with them?” The cheeky response is out of your mouth before you can stop it.

He laughs at that, which suddenly makes you feel a little warmer around the ears. Not good, not good.

“Well, it’s not usually as fun, I’ll tell you that.” He chuckles as he sits up in his chair, leaning forward a little more, “But if you’d prefer it that way, then I don’t mind.”

“I wasn’t planning on hanging out with you either way, to be honest.” You say.

“I’m sure. But you’re here with me right now, aren’t you?” He brings up, which you can’t argue against. “Plans can change. It’s not so bad, is it?”

Before you can answer, your food comes out and it smells incredible enough to distract you from making a snappy comeback. You thank the older woman who serves it to you, and Sero gives her a flirty compliment in thanks as well, which she laughs at and playfully tuts him for.

“Always the sweet talker, you are, Hanta. Eat up, you two.” She returns to the kitchen after patting Sero’s shoulder.

After digging into your first bite, your eyes fall closed as you let out a small groan, “Oh my god…”

“What do you think?”

“It’s so good…” you only say after shoveling several more bites into your mouth.

“Right?” Sero smiles wider.

After you’ve demolished about half of your food, you finally start to slow down to a healthier pace. Enough for you to notice a camera snapping sound coming from across the table. Sure enough, you look up and see that Sero is smiling down at his phone that’s suspiciously angled towards you.

“What the heck was that?” You demand, putting your fork down, “Did you just take a photo of me?”

“I couldn’t help it. You just look so cute stuffing your cheeks with something so delicious.” He chuckles as he turns his phone around to show you the picture he took.

Admittedly, it’s not… totally unflattering. You certainly look like a glutton with the way you're chomping down on more noodles than you can fit into your mouth... But in a way, it could be considered cute, you suppose.

But even so, you’d rather not have photos of yourself saved into Sero’s phone, so you reach for it — only for him to pull it away with another teasing smile on his face.

“Delete it.” You say.

“Why? It’s so cute. I’ll send it to you if you want.”

“I don’t need it. Just get rid of it.”

“Fine, fine.” He says, tapping on his phone before making a dramatic pause, “After I send it to someone.”

“Stop! Oh my god.” You jump from your seat to reach across the table for his phone, which he reels back to avoid just in time.

You keep grabbing at it for a few seconds, looking more and more idiotic the longer it goes on. But eventually he relents and shows you his camera roll that no longer has your face among his photos. So you sink back into your seat with a groan.

You’re not really in the mood to eat anymore, but you can’t just let your plate go unfinished. Though in the chaos of all of that ridiculous photo chasing, your fork must have fallen off of the table, since you find it on the ground after a few seconds of searching.

“I could always birdfeed you the rest if they don't have one.” He offers after you ask the owners for a new fork.

You can’t stop your eyes from rolling. Where does he get the gall to say shit like that at every opportunity he can find?

“Yeah, yeah. I know your game.” You say, picking up your water to both take a drink and hide your face in case you’re making some weird expression, “You and your aphrodisiac spit.”

A raspberry sound escapes his lips before he starts laughing more wholeheartedly, “My what now?”

The owner saves you from answering as she hands you a clean fork, which you thank her for before returning to your food. Though you’re a little self conscious when she lingers for a bit. At first you think it’s because she’s watching you eat and waiting for your reaction, but then you see her eyeing Sero — who’s still laughing — with an amused but intrigued kind of look. Like she hasn’t seen him act like this before.

She returns to the kitchen as Sero finally calms down enough to finish his own food too. “You always surprise me in some way. I like that about you.”

“You say that now.” You playfully warn him, “You haven’t known me for that long.”

“Well, maybe I’ll get to change that soon.”

The words themselves sound ominous, but the way he says it as he looks at you with such casual interest makes it feel like something to almost look forward to.

Almost.

You do eventually part ways after leaving the restaurant, where Sero paid for both of your meals by pretending to go to the bathroom first. You had hoped to pay him back or at least get rid of your debt today by treating him to a drink or dessert, so you wouldn’t have to worry about making a promise for next time and agonizing over it in your head until then, but he sends you off without pressure for any such promises.

“But hey, if your ‘plans’ ever change, lemme know.” He says after walking you to the station.

A scoffing sounds escapes your mouth before you can stop yourself again, but you quickly turn tail and walk towards the station, “Ya. You’ll be first to know.” You wave without looking back.

“Bye, [Name].” He calls from behind you in a more… soft voice than you were expecting. There isn’t the usual playful charm that he uses on everyone, middle-aged restaurant owners or otherwise. It surprises you enough to pause on your way up the stairs.

So you turn back, leaving him with just one last grace, “Thanks for lunch, Sero.”

It’s only there for a second before you turn away, but there it is again. That strange, slightly different smile. The one whose intention you can’t exactly pinpoint.

Or if it even has any intention behind it at all.

You sigh as you wonder if it’s already too late for you if you’re already thinking this much about it. About him. When you think back and just replay the way he laughed and smiled at you, it makes your body react in a different way than when he grabbed and held you for a kiss. It still makes you warm but… differently.

Though you have yet to commit to the idea that it’s a bad thing.

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From: Ashido Mina i'm sowwwwyyyy pls forgive me i'm just a lil cupid in training 🥺👉👈 i just thought u guys would be cute together and stuff don't be too mad plsssss 😩🙏🙏🙏

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OKAY EXCUSE ME???!?!?? [photo] WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS YOU HUNG OUT WITH HIM AFTER ALL??!?!

hello?!?!?!? tell me everything!!!!!!!!!!! 😆💕💓🖤💖🤍

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tbc

part 3

#sero hanta x reader #sero hanta #bnha x reader #drabble #me these days: ah what a beautiful day to ignore all my actual wips and projects for this spontaneous unplanned fuckboi sero universe #i was planning to just write some hanky panky in this part and move on with my life but alas i cannot escape my slow burn nature #nor can i stop my personal need for excessive flirting and hint dropping #mine #some beta

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scarlettriot · 1 year

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Can you pretty please continue that headcannon about you and Kiri adopting that baby? 🥺 i felt so much happy feelings while reading it 🥺

I’d be happy to, Nonnie!

Here’s the original p o s t

Friendly reminder this is a super self indulgent HC, lol

((I named the baby in this but use they/them pronouns for them. Reader is GN as well. This is in no way edited.))

After adopting your first child together, Eijiro knew he wanted to be ready in case any other children needed a place to go, needed help. This was how you two became foster parents.

You just weren’t exactly expecting your very first placement to be this itty bitty baby…

They were brought into a hospital at just three weeks old. Security cameras were checked but no one could identify who dropped them off. So, after sometime in observation, the infant was turned over to the system; over to you both.

You were called to the hospital. Eijiro met you there, coming right from a patrol (he didnt even waste time changing into civilian clothes), and were promptly taken back to the little one. The happy baby smiled up at you both and you right back down at them.

“Hey there,” For a man so big and bulky, Eijiro had a way of softening his tone that made him a natural parent. He wanted to push the purple blanket back the baby had brought up to their face but instead they grabbed onto his pinky finger. Their whole hand wrapped around it, and you knew right then and there, this baby was gonna steal both your hearts.

For the first week they were with you, Eijiro took time off work, since there was no way he was asking you to take care of them all on your own. You each took turns getting up in the middle of the night for feedings and diaper changes, and many a time, you found him in the babies room, sitting in the rocker with his hand in the crib, their little hand wrapped around his pinky again.

During the day though, the kid was always around with Eijiro. Most activities he was doing, he realized he could do with a kangaroo pouch on. And the baby loved it. Cleaning around the house, all smiles and giggles. Opting for a run, the baby went in the stroller with him. And when it was nap time, he was able to catch up on some of his reports.

After one week off, he decided to take another, but now the two of you were facing a problem…

“I know we said we wouldn’t give them a name, that their parents, who ever they end up being, would name them… but I’m getting real sick of just calling them ‘baby’.”

He had a point. You’d been out at the store earlier that week and someone asked you their name and you felt so embarrassed when you couldn’t tell them anything.

“Okay, what would you like to call them then?”

“How about Izumi?”

Three more weeks passed and Eijiro went back to work… part time. He always made a point to stop home for lunch when he could, wanting to help out as much as possible.

Friends came by frequently though. Mina made sure Izumi was up to date with all the latest fashion trends, Denki showed them a vast assortment of music, and Sero always had a new book for them when he came over.

Katsuki took a little longer to warm up to Izumi. But, eventually, he was over damn near every single day. It became a regular routine for Eijiro and him to go to the gym together with Izumi. Taking turns holding the baby while the other did their sets.

You knew Izumi had won Katsuki over when the blonde showed up one day with the cutest set of plush weights for them to take to the gym. “Gotta start ‘em young!”

He’d even cover for your husband when the baby got sick and he knew Eijiro got absolutely no sleep. Katsuki was more than willing to pick up an extra shift or two if it meant Eijiro was around for you and the baby.

All together, you had a really good thing going. Izumi was a part of your little family. But, you were only fostering.

You always had it in the back of your mind that one day the call would come in that a family was ready to take Izumi home permanently. It was a great thing, you and Eijiro knew that but, it didn’t make any part of this easier. And you sure as hell didn’t want it to come this soon.

It was the hardest thing packing up all their little belongings, making sure the family would have everything Izumi had accumulated over their time with you. Both of you cried while doing so, not even trying to hide how much this hurt.

Eijiro and you ended up falling asleep in Izumi’s room. The following afternoon the new family would be there to pick them up so, you wanted as much time with them as possible. And then another phone call came, one that broke your heart even more.

Eijiro held Izumi in his arms with silent tears rolling down his cheeks when you told him the news.

Neither of you wanted to wait for another family to adopt Izumi… not when they were already apart of yours. And you didn’t even wait until the following morning, you called the agency right back and informed them that you and Eijiro would like to start the adoption process.

“Back where it all belongs.” Eijiro beamed proudly. By the time you were off the phone, he had nearly all of Izumi’s things unpacked and in their rightful place around the room. It felt good to have everything back. It felt right.

Roughly three months later, there was a party hosted in your backyard, surrounded by family and friends as you and Eijiro officially welcomed Izumi Kirishima to your family.

#I’m so soft for big man/tiny baby #and yes I know there’s a lot more to the foster system and adoption processes #I just didn’t wanna add that much detail 😅#kirishima #kirishima headcanon #kirishima x reader #dad kiri #kirishima fluff #return to sender 💌#scar’s writing again 📕#best red rock shark ♥️🦈

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dovahkinniez · 2 years

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Can you do a Teldryn Sero headcanons like you did the Farkas one? I LOVE your writing btw. Keep it up!

omg, thank you so much. <3

Remember to not be a silent reader, like and share your thoughts! I love hearing everyone's feedback. <3

TELDRYN SERO BF HEADCANONS!

— our lovely teldryn. <3

okay, to get started let me just say, him as your boyfriend means everyday is a fun day.

humour like no other and he makes thunder look like rain and rain look like flowers - he just makes everything brighter.

during missions together he will be behind you and pokes you randomly, especially whilst you’re both trying to stay quiet.

you’re like *sneaky sneaky* and he’s like *pokes your ass for the fifth time* you slap his hand away and he’s just preparing himself to do it again.

and during heated conversations with others he will always be the person beside you who finds the humour in everything - rather than getting heated himself he just spits out random jokes towards whoever is trying to argue with you.

so if you get upset over the person or even angry his sarcasm and insults ease that tension and makes you laugh instead.

*someone insults you* teldryn: ‘okay, and your momma don’t love you.’

after a hard day the best way to unwind is a drink with him, he’s tired and even he’s ran out of witty jokes as you both silently enjoy the drink before one of you brings something up and have light chatter.

once bedtime approaches, specifically nights you’ve both had a few to drink, he loves to sleep with you both cuddling. since you came into his life that time together alone is the peace he needs in his desperately and it sends him off right away.

also, the type to wake up and refuse to let you go, ‘five more minutes’ type of person, you’re just so warm and cuddly!

definitely the type to let you do whatever you want to his hair, you can do different styles and add in flowers and he will wear it like a king does his crown. plus, it sends him to sleep.

he loves his hair being played with, do it. lays his head on your lap or chest and he’ll start dozing off only seconds in. (i like to picture him to having longer hair - but any style still goes)

his whole mindset changes once he realises he loves you, and then his life has a different meaning. he dedicates his life to you, and not for the gold, but because he genuinely cares.

i see it being a bit of a ‘slow burn’ type thing with him, he goes through the stages of realisation and something big would happen to cement the fact he adores you - from that day on his whole existence is to love and watch your back.

he’s also the type of boyfriend to have the ‘yeah, i’m strong but they’re way stronger’ mentality. to him, you’re invincible and could pick up a building with your bare hands (not literally, obviously..) - he just thinks you’re hella cool and knows how strong and amazing you are.

but if you ever feel weak, his arms will carry you, his heart will protect yours, his hands will hold yours and his voice will soothe you.

great communicator. takes ‘communication is key’ seriously and he picks up on things before you even realise you’re feeling them. sometimes he doesn’t even verbalise when he notices, he will just help you out anyway.

which you start think he’s a mind reader because how does he do things and help you out when you need? sounds like magic to me.. no. he’s just very very perceptive and always makes sure to keep a close eye on you, especially if you aren’t the type to verbalise your emotions often.

he doesn’t get jealous, instead he’s like, ‘you fancy them? can’t say i blame you, have you seen them?’ and then walk up to you and take you away, just to make it known he already snagged you before they could.

he’s that proud bf who finds it a compliment others find you attractive but it’s him who sleeps beside you every night, so why should he feel jealous? they’re the jealous ones.

#☆ — mama dovie writes…#elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #elder scrolls x reader #skyrim #skyrim headcanon #skyrim scenarios #skyrim x dovahkiin #skyrim x reader #teldryn sero #teldryn sero x reader #teldryn sero skyrim #teldryn sero x dragonborn #skyrim teldryn sero x reader #skyrim teldryn sero

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paralyze-fic · 6 months

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Paralyze.

Chapter 56

Well, back in my room, I got into the bathroom and hopped in the shower.

I totally, genuinely refused, to masturbate. I wasn't going to jack off to Katsuki. Even though his submissive look wouldn't get out of my mind, it was still really fresh.

But yeah, I took a cold shower and when my dick had gone back to normal, I changed the temperature to take a warm shower. The instant relaxation I felt in my muscles made me groan with pleasure and close my eyes.

Katsuki's massage did work after all.

I got out of the shower and put on my sleepwear, dried my hair a bit and got in my bed after turning off the light.

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-Some days later-

During these past few days, Katsuki had been kind of avoiding me a bit, not completely though.

We talked normally, but when we were left alone for too long, he would blush and ignore me for the rest of the day. It was obvious that he was still embarrassed about what happened the other day because I was embarrassed too.

But today, Izuku, Eijiro, Uraraka, Tsuyu and I had been called by the Big Three.

We went to Sir's funeral. It was hard, to be there, acknowledge that he was gone and not cry. But Togata senpai wasn't crying, and he had known Sir longer than me, so I held back my tears for now.

And I cried for a few minutes when we came back to the dorm, in my room all alone.

The internship had been suspended for now, Sir's agency was now under Centipede, and Eri had finally woken up, something Aizawa told us while we were on the bus on our way back.

For now, during a normal day of class, Ectoplasm was teaching us math.

"It's not that elegant... but, calculate the integral of this equation. Whoever has the answer, lift your hand."

I stared at it for a few seconds before I began writing it down. Like a minute later, my hand was about to lift.

"Midoriya." I looked over my shoulder at Izuku, he was standing up in an extreme-kinda way, and I chucked.

"107/11!"

That's close...

"Wrong. Yaoyorozu." I can't fucking lift my hand to answer.

Well, Yaomomo might have the right answer anyway.

"It's 107/25."

Or maybe not.

"Wrong. Anybody else?" After Ectoplasm said that, the class was in a heavy silence. The smartest in class... was wrong? That's something you don't see every day.

And now, this was my chance.

I lifted my arm slowly, and immediately, everyone's eyes were on me. Katsuki growled behind me, very lowly, "Don't look at him so much..." he growled in a mumble. My heart fluttered but I cleared my throat and answered the equation.

"107/28."

"Correct." When he said that, a noise of amazement filled the room and the bell signalling lunchtime did too.

"I didn't know you were so smart, (L/n)-kun," I turned around a bit, only to see Jiro, Sero, Kaminari, Mina and Eijiro staring at me, I just laughed sheepishly while I scratched the back of my head.

"Well, Ectoplasm used to be my homeroom teacher, so I had math quite often," they made a realization noise this time and everybody stood up to go to the cafeteria.

As we sat down together at a table -the whole Bakusquad-, Katsuki plopped beside me and rested his head on my shoulder.

My body was paralyzed (lol) on its own, and I heard Mina aww-ing at us, Katsuki hid his face in my neck, and I saw Eijiro looking at us with a shine in his eyes.

"Eijiro... are you okay?" He stared at me and opened his mouth to say something, but instead, he got his phone out. He tapped on it a few times, and my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Ei-kun;

Please tell me you are dating!

I nudged Katsuki slightly, and he groaned, looking up at me. I signalled down to my phone and his eyes moved downwards. His eyes widened and a subtle blush coated his face, backing away from me and taking out his phone. I pocketed back mine and picked up my chopsticks.

"Yes!" Eijiro screamed, standing up with his arms above his head, still holding his phone.

Katsuki told him, didn't he?

Well, I ain't complaining.

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The day went by, and when we changed out of our uniforms at the dorm, Mina gave the idea to play a game.

"How about 7 minutes in heaven? Innocent version!" Some boys were excited about the idea, and Mineta... was being Mineta, as always.

"What do you exactly mean by 'innocent version', Mina-chan?" Uraraka asked her.

"It means, only kisses are allowed, but if you don't want, you can just talk with however you got," Kaminari and Mineta were whispering to each other, and I stared at Mina, ignoring their voices.

"And what do we do about those two, Mina?" She turned to them and then at me, smirking mischievously.

"They can only participate if they get a boy, which is highly possible to happen." Everyone chuckled as both of them got up and walked away, mumbling something about not wanting to play anymore.

"Well, who's going to play?!" Uraraka exclaimed excitedly, and most accepted, even me.

Usually, I would've said no, but this wasn't the original game, so we could just talk with whoever we got, so I jumped in and sat in between Sero and Jiro. It was kind of a surprise that she accepted to play too, but then again, most did because it was an innocent version of the actual game.

Behind me was the couch, the coffee table was moved to a side, and those who were going to play sat in a circle in the common room. Katsuki said he didn't want to play, but he still sat behind me, his legs wrapping around my front, placing his feet on top of my thighs. Eijiro stared at us again from across the circle with stars in his eyes.

That is what you call a shipper, right...?

"Alright, is everybody here?" Various affirmative answers were heard as Mina stood up, "Before we start, what pair do you expect the most?"

I looked around for a second, nobody was saying anything, and the moment I saw Uraraka staring at Izuku with a blush, I smirked.

"Maybe, Izuku and Uraraka?"

Both mentioned blushed furiously as everyone stared at them, and we laughed at their reactions.

They're cute. (Just to get this across, I don't ship Deku x Uraraka)

"That's a good one, but I thought of a better one..." Mina said and she looked at Shoto, and then stared at me with heart in her eyes, "(M/n)-kun and Todoroki-kun! The ikemen of our class!"

My expression was blank for a second until I almost spontaneously combusted. I hid my face on Katsuki's legs, who by the way, was shaking with rage.

"I'll play too!" He yelled and made space for himself between Sero and me. Nobody said anything about his change of mind, but when Mina placed the empty bottle in the middle of the circle, our game began.

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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ali-r3n · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Angst with a Happy Ending

@kyleetheeditor said:

Can I request an Eddie Munson imagine that’s angst with a happy ending where Eddie convinces himself that he is not good enough to be with the reader because he can’t give them everything they need or want and he just kind of emotionally checks out to stop himself from getting hurt because he convinces himself they’re gonna leave him.The reader can be gender neutral

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They’re too good for you. They deserves more than you could ever give them.

Eddie could only shake his head to get rid of his self-deprecating thoughts so many times before they sunk their claws into his brain.

You’ll never be able to provide for them.

He slowly started to pull away. It started with canceling dates or making excuses like he was busy with Hellfire club and then he started to avoid them once he used them all up.

They’ll get over it. They’ll find someone better than you. Someone who can make sure they want for nothing.

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Y/N frowned when he would no longer hold their hand or surprise kiss them in the hall.

What did I do wrong? Am I too clingy? Am I annoying? Did I offend him?

They tried to ask him, but he would leave the room whenever they entered. It stung.

Does he not love me anymore?

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It’s for the best. They deserve better than you. They were gonna leave you anyway.

Despite his thoughts, his heart ached for the person that he loved.

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Frustrated and broken-hearted, Y/N slammed their locker door.

Fine. If he won’t talk to me, I’ll get the answers from someone else.

They stormed through the halls until they cornered Jeff with a glare. He gulped.

“I need to talk to you…now! I want to know what’s going on with Eddie and why he is avoiding me like the plague!”

"I - I uh I don't know!"

"Jeff," They growled.

He gulped. "He thinks you're going to leave him because you are too good for him so he's pulling away so that it hurts less," he blurted out.

They blinked. "Too good for him?"

"His words."

"Where is he?" They asked.

"Uhhh."

"Jeff!"

"The woods! At his picnic table!"

They turned on their heels and stormed to the woods by the Hawkins' High football field. They gritted their teeth.

"Too good for me, my ass!"

Eddie sat at the picnic table, smoking a cigarette.

“MUNSON!”

Startled, he jumped and dropped his cigarette. He spun around.

“Jesus, Y/N/N! Nearly gave me a heart attack!”

They frowned. "You've been ignoring me."

Eddie slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans and ducked his head.

"Yeah," he muttered.

"I'm not too good for you."

He looked up. "How did you -" he sighed. "Jeff told you."

Y/N nodded.

"Look, Y/N/N..."He sighed. "I can't give you everything you deserve."

"All I want is you!" They exclaimed. "I don't need anything but you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and you make me so happy. I love you, Edward Munson!"

A smile spread on his face as he walked over to embrace them. "I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N."

"So, you're done avoiding me?"

Eddie nodded. "Yeah. I'm sorry, Y/N/N. I just got into my head."

They leaned up and. kissed the curve of his jaw. "It's okay, Ed. Just don't do it again. I couldn't handle it."

"I won't," he promised.

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Eddie Munson Taglist:

@seros-bitch @eddiemunsons-girl @m-i-1-0 @lunar-flwr @winchester-angel @angelbbygrl @madnessismylover @cherrybean1116 @edwardjamesmunson @3ternalreal1ty

@meaganjm @sweetpeapod @eddiemunsonsfavbitch @fangirling-4-ever @zzokks @mattymurdocksbitch @fillechatoyante @luvbug4728 @doll-in-the-walls @ches-86 @shenevertricks1831 @urlocalhippie2029

Stranger Things Taglist:

@valeriiecameron @maruushkka @rainbows-dreams

Stranger Things (Billy excluded) Taglist;

@sleepyhead1456

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader

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glowstick-cafe · 11 months

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♡Frostbite♡

Hanta Sero x reader

Genre: Toothrotting fluff

Warning: None

Summary: Taking a stroll in your local park is always a good idea, especially when it's snowing!_______________________________________

Winter is usually the time of staying inside to nestle in the warmth of your home, but it was not one of those times for you.

You were busy doing homework that was due the next day, it was totally your fault for procrastinating. The text from your friends in the groupchat was the only reason you were in this situation, if it weren’t for them you'd probably have to suffer a few embarrassing minutes of your teacher scolding you.

When you finally put down your pencil and stretched you realized that the house was quiet, you remember mother leaning into your room to tell you that your food was in the microwave and then proceeded to go to bed.

Getting out of your chair you look outside to see that it was snowing, the grass being covered in snow and the roads were the same, but tire marks make it evident that cars were still driving at this time of the night.

You looked into the snowy abyss a while longer, you then decided to put on your jacket and boots to leave the warmth of your home.

The crunching of the snow under your boots as you walked calmed you as you trudged past a few houses that you were already familiar with after living here for a while, the streetlights illuminating your path once in a while.

Stopping for a moment, you looked around to spot a playground, walking over to the swing set. You wiped away the bit of snow that was on it, you sat on it and repeated the 'back and forth' motion of the swing.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice the sound of someone else's footsteps walking through the snow, you were startled when you heard a sudden. "Hey!-"

Since you were startled, your grip on the swing accidentally slipped, launching you off of the playset. Out of instinct, your quirk activated and caused you to stay afloat in the air.

A sigh of relief left your lips, your attention was then turned to the voice of the boy who was now dawning an apologetic expression.

"I am so sorry!" He waved his hands frantically. You scanned his face, he had raven black hair and wore a yellow beanie on his head, a zipped up black puffy jacket clung to him, the sound of the fabric rubbing against his undershirt made you cringe.

You snapped out of your daze and quickly shushed him, you deactivated your quirk when you were safely back on the ground. Now that the dust had settled, you sent the boy a glare. "What do you want?" Your voice sounded hostile, the boy flinched at your switch in mood.

He gave a sheepish look and placed his hand behind his head, "I just was walking and noticed you, and you looked around my age, so I wanted to….talk to you?" He explained, and all you could do was look disgusted, not because you were because he approached you, but because "You just spontaneously decide to talk to people like that?!" Your jaw hung open, he blinked then chuckled at your response.

"That's some extroverted type shit."

"It just comes naturally to me."

After a few minutes had passed you had found out that the boys' name was Hanta Sero, his quirk was Tape, and that conversation went as well as one would expect.

"So you shoot tape….from your….elbows?" You deadpanned, and Hanta simply nodded.

"You're literally a walking office supply…"

"Yeah, pretty much," He laughed at the comparison even though he has heard it a million times, but he somehow didn't mind this time 'round.

You check your phone to see that you had stayed out way later than you expected. You stood up from the swing and Hanta did the same, "It's getting late, and I'm assuming you also have school in the morning." You say, teasing him. Hantas' cheeks dawned a light pink color on his face, showing that he also forgot about school.

You bid the boy farewell and walked your separate ways, as you walked the thought of seeing him again made you feel happy, a content smile etched onto your face as you made your way back into your house and let your body give into the warm comfiness of your bed.

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It's been a few days since your encounter with Hanta and soon the moment slowly faded into the back of your mind, but tonight felt…lonely.

Your eyes had already gotten used to staring at your blandly colored ceiling and even bothered counting how long you could keep your eyes trained on it, then the brown eyes of Hanta flashed through your memory. "Oh yeah! I forgot about you." You practically whispered to yourself.

Though you knew that it was a one in a million chance that you would see him again you put on your jacket as if you knew that he would be there.

Tripping over yourself on your way to the park you previously met the boy, if there was anyone to bear witness to your fumbling it would be clear that you were nervous and the thought that this might be a stupid idea is really making itself known in your brain.

Arriving at the playground, you looked around to be met with nothing but blankets of snow and an empty playground. The park was left to be illuminated by streetlights, next to one of the lights was a wooden bench with ice covering it, letting out a sigh you walked over to the bench and sat down, not bothering to move off the bits of ice that was covering it before.

'That's probably gonna bite me in the ass later.' I think. The dead silence of the night filles your ear, leaving you with nothing to do but to watch the snow fall.

"This is so stupid…" You say to yourself, tears threaten to cloud your vision, you quickly get up and breathe through your nose, the sharp cold air is not kind to you and it in fact makes your nose hurt.

Why did you think some random boy you met by chance would be here, are really that delusional? Yeah, but holy shit this was a new low for you.

You were about to leave the park, until a familiar voice called out to you. Upon turning around, you were met with the same boy, but he seemed out of breath.

"Holy shit, did you run here?-"

The raven haired boy is doubled over with a hand on his knee and holds his other hand up, telling you to give him a moment. You couldn't help but laugh at the boy and the feeling of relief they overcame you.

"I had no choice! You were about to leave and I didn't know when I'd see you again…" He spoke, his voice heavy with languor.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that the boy had missed talking to you; it was good to know that the feeling was mutual. "What if we only meet up on snowy nights at the same time so we could meet more?" You suggested. Hanta's eyes brightened at your idea and your heart couldn't help but flutter at Hantas' expression.

After your agreement with the boy was made you found yourself getting interested in his life as time passed, he would find a way to talk about anything and everything and you were more than happy to sit and listen.

You were surprised when you found out that he was a U.A student in the hero course, you were unterested in heros as a kid but that phase came and went as you grew older. Hantas' friends were also talked about a lot when he brought up funny stories—like the time his friend Kirishima stole Mina's eye lashes and never gave them back, but it still remains stuck to a piece of furniture in his dorm room.

"Since you're gonna be a hero n' all, what's your hero name?" You asked in the middle of his talking. The boy looked off to the side as if he was deciding if he should tell you.

"Nah, it's stupid and you're gonna laugh-" He denied, now you were interested, you noticed the light pink that dusted his cheeks that told you that he was a bit embarrassed by it.

"Ok, now I have to know!" You couldn't help but say with a giggle. Hanta jokingly glared at you in response and sighed, his flushed cheeks turning into a more red color.

Though there was no one around to hear it, Hanta leaned into your ear to whisper it to you, the heat from his face being close to yours made you fidget in your seat a little. It made you smile at how childish he could be despite how he presented himself.

"My hero name is cellophane…"

Nothing could've prepared you for the laugh that you had to hold back, Hanta rolled his eyes and smiled at your will to not laugh. "So you think it's funny." He said with a smirk, obviously egging you on to laugh.

You quickly shook your head, "Nope…not at all." Your voice was trembling as you tried to hold back your laugh, only to finally give in, embarrassed, you hid your face in your hands.

After you had calmed down from you laughing fit, the air around you and Hanta had fallen into comfortable silence. A small part of you wished that it snowed every night, but both of had been dealing with the fact that the winter season was just about to end, if the dead grass peaking out of the mounds of snow wasn't already a sign, then may it be the fact that the ends of your conversations have been filled with a knowing quietness. Your eyes were fixed on you lap as you try to come to terms

You have grown a distaste for the quiet…

"There's not enough snowy nights left to spend time with you." His voice breaks the silence once more, he looked up at the stars in the nights sky with an emotion you could not pinpoint. You could only hum in agreement.

Hanta seemed like he had more to say but was interrupted by the sound of ringing from his phone, the sound had startled you both; you watched the black haired boy pick up the phone and hold it to his ear in confusion only to be met with the dramatic sound of what seems to be…crying? Hanta pulled the phone away from his ear and sighed as his once some expression was turned into one of annoyance.

"Denki, why are you calling me this late?" The boy asked, clearly not wanting to put up with the walmart Pikachu. You chuckled at the situation that was playing out before you, then came the voice of his other friends.

"Oh my god, Hanta, are you with someone?!" Said the surprise voice of who you assumed to be Mina.

"Is that why he's been coming back to the dorm late?" Asked a gruff voice.

"Why do you guys always insist on meeting up in my room?! Get out!"

"Bakugo, wait no!-"

The call was ended with the sound of crackling, you were vaguely concerned, but Hanta seems to be used to it. "So much for keeping you a secret." He joked, you on the other hand couldn't help but hide your face at his words. Hanta laughed at your sudden embarrassment.

"I want to spend more time with you!" You shouted, shooting up from the bench you were once sitting on. Now it was Hanta's turn to become flustered, the boy slowly stood up aswell and was now facing you, "No more snowy night?" He asked.

You shook your head and slowly leaned into give him a peck on the cheek, "No more snowy nights."

"Good," Hanta rested his chin on your heard. "I was beginning to freeze my ass off out here." He began to laugh as he could feel you playfully punch his chest.

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Comments are appreciated, it's lonely being a fandom hopper. 😔

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seeyouafter · 5 months

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SYA Extended Notes Ch. 15

Notes for "See You After" Chapter 15: Katsuki's Recent Messages: May 30-June 24

It's been a while since I've done one of these. Part of the reason is that even though some pretty big emotional beats happened (including the reason I gave up on keeping the fic canon compliant), I do want the story to speak for itself.

For the most recent chapter though, I wanted to give some additional insight on the text convos and the corresponding letters that they connect with.

(This was mainly for my own reference because I had so many notes in my draft document while writing to make sure the dates made sense so I figured I'd share them in case anyone else was interested.)

Also, scroll to the very end for thoughts on the content of Uraraka's texts.

Tues. May 30: Bakusquad visit mentioned in Ch. 4 (Katsuki's letter on 5/31)

I wrote the letter referencing their visit before I knew I was going to add texting into the fic but I think the main thing I wanted to do with this day's texts (other than introducing the format) was to have Jirou "officially" join the Bakusquad because I love her and I think her dynamic with Katsuki (and the rest of the group) is a lot of fun to see.

Sun. June 4: Most of Class 1-A returns to the work study assignments, referenced in Ch. 8 (Katsuki's letter on 6/8)

We already saw Katsuki's (and Shouto's) struggling with not being able to do anything in the aftermath, but I think the others would also have some complicated feelings about being back.

Thur. June 8: Conversation about the manga Sero lent Katsuki, which was referenced in the letters in Ch. 6-8

I didn't intend to have this be a recurring topic but it did present a good opportunity to bring up Shouto naturally in the conversation. Of course, the rest of the class is worried about him too, and are trying to reach out even though he's still not responding to them.

Sat. June 10: The Tribute to Fallen Heroes broadcast mentioned in the news article in Ch. 9 and again in Katsuki's letter on 6/16 after finding out about Edgeshot.

While canon could very well go the route of a "perfect win" for the heroes, I think it makes more sense that there would be a significant number of heroes lost, considering the fact that they lost Midnight and several others during the PLF war arc and this battle is supposed to be even higher stakes.

Also, Jirou pointing out that it's a miracle they all survived...is that a little too meta?

Tues. June 13: Updated Hero Rankings article This wasn't directly referenced in the letters, but the date of this article and text thread was the same day as Katsuki's letter in Ch. 11.

My thought is that Katsuki had already written his response to Shouto's previous letter but before he sent it, he saw the article, which prompted the additional letter to Endeavor.

Also, it might seem questionable that Endeavor is still Number One, but in my mind, all the HPSC did was remove the names of heroes who were no longer active and everyone remaining just moved up accordingly, the way they did after All Might's retirement.

Fri. June 16: This is the day Katsuki found out about Edgeshot and wrote the letter in Ch. 13.

The rest of the texts speak for themselves, but I wanted to comment on Uraraka's texts:

It might seem a little strange that she texted Katsuki and that he actually replied but in my mind, even though they're not that close compared with their other classmates, they've had a mutual respect for each other ever since the sports festival. Also, Ochako is canonically very empathetic and it would make sense to reach out to him because one of her main things has always been "who will save the heroes when they're hurting?"

If you look closely at the timestamps on the texts, she did talk to Izuku before his final text with Katsuki in this chapter, after Katsuki told her to tell Izuku to leave him alone. (I spent wayyyy too much time cross-referencing things in some of these sections)

Also, Toga being alive is not just a throwaway line. Whether or not she survives in canon, she is alive in this universe and although it won't be a main focus, it will be important. (it's not tochako though, sorry. I think it can be a cute ship but that's just not where this is going.)

#sya extended notes #sya: letters #see you after fic #dancing girl writes

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vee-xxo · 2 years

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Coffee

!!!Warnings!!!: none :) maybe a bad word or two and someone having a bad sleep schedule, also Mineta mentions panties 😔

Genre: super slice of lifey :)

Hii! So ik it's been WAYY too long since my last actual fanfic but uh,, anyways here's part two!!! Lmao

For those who dont know, the first part is called Grocery Trip!

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Y/N sighed heavily as she let herself fall back onto her bed.

She buried her face in her pillow and stayed that way until she had to gasp for air again. Once she looked back up, she grabbed her phone to check the time.

7:56PM

Again she sighed and rolled onto her side, tapping out her phone's pin.

She swiped around the screen, the colourful app icons gleaming back at her. Nothing peaked interest, not even the 15 notifications that she'd been ignoring for the past week. Frustrated, she threw her phone aside and rolled onto her back, eyes to the ceiling.

Should she really go to sleep already?

There was nothing left to do. She'd go to sleep if only she felt just a tad bit tired. It would've been nice to stay downstairs for a bit longer, but the thought of meeting Bakugou down there again, after already having said goodnight, was too awkward of a thought to bear.

Y/N groaned and hid her face in the palms of her hands before sliding them downward, pulling her face along and rolling her eyes back in frustration.

Luckily, her mind was pulled out of its misery once her phone suddenly vibrated. Her screen displayed a Snapchat notification from Kaminari. She furrowed her brows, opening it to show her a selfie of Kaminari sitting by a low table, Sero's low table, with papers scattered around and Sero sitting in the background wearing sunglasses, although it was already dark outside and the blinds were closed anyway. Sero was holding one of the energy drinks they Y/N had bought and held it up like a fancy glass of wine.

The caption said "grindin hard, thx for tge money😎😎".

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help harshly exhaling through her nose. It was kinda funny. But only kinda.

Then she remembered that she was all alone. And so she laughed.

And then she noticed more and more things that she found hilarious in this silly picture.

The way the sunglasses sat aslant on Sero's nose. The way the last answer Kaminari had written on the paper was very obviously wrong and the way the bag of chips was opened upside down.

"Y u notanswerfgn??"

Y/N furrowed her brows for a second, having to read it three times before understanding what he was trying to ask.

"Cus i wanna sleep"

She responded, before turning her phone off and letting it fall on her pillow. Back to staring at the ceiling.

Soon her phone vibrated again, forcing her to pick it up again and look at what he wrote this time.

"SO EARLT? ur a grandpa like kachan"

She didn't bother responding to that. Instead she closed the app and sat up to take off her hoodie and socks. Next she sweeped her earbuds from her bed's headboard, plugged then into her ears and opened spotify.

Sure, it was much earlier than when she usually went to sleep, but her sleep schedule needed fixing anyways.

She picked a calming playlist, and while she did so, she received another notification, not from Kaminari.

She quickly swiped it away and turned off her phone, focusing on the music.

Breathe in for four seconds, hold for four, and exhale for four...

There was a moment where her heart nearly quickened at the thoughts that had started running in her mind. But with practice, she could ignore them for a while.

And hopefully have a peaceful sleep.

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Mina yawned loudly after waking up from a cute little melody that played from her phone's alarm.

She stretched exertedly as she sat up, then dropped her arms lazily.

Next she grabbed her phone, turning off the alarm as she got out of bed. And walking across her soft carpet, still yawning, she looked at her school uniform which was neatly hung over her chair.

After changing into her uniform, she brushed her hair a bit, ruffled it up again and then clicked open her little makeup kit to grab her favourite pink blush.

Using the small mirror that usually sat on her low table, she applied the blush. It was more of a reddish pink, making it stand out a bit more from her soft, lavender skin tone.

As she did this she heard some messy shuffling and bumping from the dorm next door, Y/N's dorm. This happened every morning, so Mina was fairly used to it by now. She simply rolled her eyes and chuckled and the thought of her best friend toppling through her room half awake, trying to get ready.

Once she finished applying her blush, lipgloss followed. Japanese schools might usually be strict with things like makeup and accessories, but in a world with quirks many forms self expression has become a lot more widely accepted. Therefore these things were now normally tolerated to a pretty high degree, especially in schools focusing on quirks.

Finally done with her makeup, Mina left her room, bringing along a tiny bag in which she kept her toothbrush and paste. On her way downstairs she greeted a sleepy Uraraka with whom she then brushed her teeth with in the girl's big dormitory bathroom.

After that, the two reached the dorm's main area together.

Several other 1-A kids were already downstairs, eating breakfast and chatting.

Tokoyami, Shoji and Koda were silently sharing a table. The table next to them being very much the opposite.

Kirishima was munching on a sandwich while pitifully watching a very sleep deprived Kaminari barely function through Mineta's chattering. With Sero sitting next to them, rubbing his tired eyes while checking something on his phone.

Mineta yelled in Kaminaris ear while shoving his phone into the blond's face. "See? See?! If you pause it right here you can clearly see her panties!! They tried to cut it out but they failed!!! Today is gonna be AWESOME!!!"

"Uh." Mina paused while walking past them. "What's this about?"

Sero finished rubbing his eye and let his hand fall dead on the table.

"He's using some hot model's fashion scandal as his daily horoscope or something." He half yawned.

"Ah." Mina responded, then continued to walk right past them. Atleast Mineta wasn't talking about any of the other girls.

Mina got comfortable with some of the girls, also sitting at one of the tables which was a bit further away from the one which Mineta sat by.

"Goodmorning Mina!" Tooru chirped, one of the sleeves on her summer uniform moving upward.

"Hey girly!" Mina greeted back, her hand meeting with Tooru's transparent one in a high-five.

Just as Mina sat down Tsuyu, who sat in front of Tooru, looked up at the person who just left the elevator.

"Goodmorning Y/N!" she greeted.

Y/N rubbed her eyes as she walked over to them. "Heyyy" she half-yawned.

"You sure look alive." Jirou said, her breakfast in hand as she had just left the kitchen.

Y/N just waved her off tiredly as she walked past her into the kitchen.

Once Y/N had sat down next to Mina, Mina smiled and softly bumped her head against Y/N's affectionately. "So, how many hours did you catch this time?" She joked.

"Blegh, I dunno. I was gonna sleep at like seven already since there was nothing to do but eh." Y/N mumbled.

This was a common conversation which they had nearly every morning. It was common knowledge among the class that Y/N had a horrible sleep cycle. So much that some, especially Y/N herself, would often joke around saying that Y/N just doesn't sleep at all.

"Is that all you're having for breakfast, Y/N?" Yayorozou suddenly asked, pointing at the lonely looking cup of coffee that sat on the table in front of Y/N.

"Yeah?" Y/N responded in the same tone as though she was saying 'Duh??'

"That is nowhere near a healthy breakfast, Y/N! I suggest you atleast have some bread or cereal with that. And stop drinking so much coffee, it might just be adding to your sleeping problems and also those frequent headaches you've been getting!"

Iida waved an assertive hand at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

Yayorozu watched worriedly. "I was gonna say... I understand that coffee can be helpful if you have trouble waking up in the morning, but if you really wanna fix your sleep issues I can always fix you up a goodnight tea every evening. They really help me when I'm stressed, so-"

"ALRIGHT. I got it. I don't need you guys to mother me." Y/N muttered in defeat.

A few quick glances were exchanged between some of the students, though the conversation had died down.

"Uhmmm, well, did everyone finish the homework for today?" Tooru asked into the room.

A couple of hums and yeah's were repeated around the tables and conversations sprung up again, defeating the previous awkward silence.

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Really hope you guys enjoyed this :) I will try to write more frequently now, however that will mean the chapters will be a bit shorter. I hope you like these slice of life bits as much as I do ^^ ❤❤❤

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugo katuski #bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha #bnha fandom #bnha fanfiction #bnha scenarios #bnha headcannons #☆y&yf☆

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d3kusite · 1 year

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STILL MINE x hanta sero

summary: after hearing of your recent engagement w/ iida, your ex boyfriend, sero, sneaks into your room.

18+// mdni

word count: 1442

content: cheating, dub con, possessiveness, spanking, clit slapping, usage of the word ‘slut’, (raw) vaginal sex, degradation? creampie, orgasm denial, manipulation?

pairing: hanta sero x fem!reader

note: hi!! my first nsfw post for mha. i’ve had this idea stuck in my head for months… hope y’all like ^ - ^ yes, this is inspired by romeo santos’ “eres mia” .

you should’ve known something was amiss. everything was going too well. the engagement, and the planning of the event, down to both the bachelor and bachelorette parties. even the rehearsal dinner had gone well. less than twenty-four hours remain before you tie the knot with tenya. tenya, who is the kindest man you’ve ever met. tenya, who, somehow, prioritizes you while keeping on top of his hero work. not at all like your last ex. you shake your head, forcing thoughts of him out of your mind as you change into your sleeping wear in your room. today had been the rehearsal dinner, and it had gone as perfectly as you want.

a slight breeze brings a shiver to your body. a breeze, that shouldn’t have existed, not when you know when you left your room earlier today, your windows had been closed. walking towards your windows, your heart falls to your stomach as you notice the open window. before you can retrace your actions from the day, a hand covers your mouth. your scream is muffled as you try to fight against the intruder.

“shh, baby, it’s me, it’s me,” the intruder’s voice is both breathy and raspy, with an underlying amused tone. his body is pressed behind yours, his free arm wrapped around your waist. you hate how after months, it’s still so familiar. “i can’t believe i leave for the states only for you to get engaged to the iida. iida. really? he’s so boring, baby.”

he continues speaking as he starts playing pressing light kisses to your exposed shoulders, “he’s so cold too… doesn’t deserve you.”

he finally uncovers your mouth and you immediately speak with venom on your tongue, “he’s a much better man than you are, sero.”

“sero, huh? no longer “hanta”?” he chuckles as he moves onto your neck, “kirishima was telling me how iida’s a jealous man. did you know he banned me from the venue? he must think i’ll steal his girl…” he bites down on your shoulder, drawing a gasp from you. you bite back a whine as you feel him smirk against your lips. “i guess he was right, huh?”

“why are you in my room?” you whisper as he switches to remove your clothes. he throws you onto your bed, and in the back of your mind, you know this is wrong. you’re engaged to iida. not sero. “we broke up.”

“did we?” he mutters under his breath as he starts unbuckling his belt. he laughs as he sees you hungrily eye him, “for someone who is getting married tomorrow, you sure are acting sluttily for a man who isn’t your fiance.”

he must have used some kind of quirk on you because why can’t you move? he must’ve bewitched you. you’d never cheat. never. but… you can’t help it as you moan as he presses his lips to your breasts. he hungrily laps at your nipples, drawing a moan out from you. he’s still in his hero uniform as he presses his boner against you.

“have you fucked him?” sero asks as he unlatches from your nipples. his smile falls when you nod. your surroundings spin as he flips you over. “guess i’ll have to claim you again.”

“s-sero-,” you begin to protest but he pushes your face into the sheets. you whimper as he presses his hardon against your ass, and you can’t help but squirm a bit. it seems to set him off and you can only yelp against your sheets as he forcedly enters you. there’s already some wetness dripping down your things and your face warms with embarrassment.

his grip is tight on your hips as he begins fucking you without mercy. you move your hips back, meeting him as he thrusts inside you. whimpers and groans along with the sound of skin slapping skin resound through the room.

“such a slut,” sero says as he increases his pace. one of his hands reaches out to your shoulder, lifting you up slightly. you moan freely, no longer caring as he continues remolding your pussy into the shape of his dick again. “fuck, i missed this pussy so much. dropped an entire mission to fucking see you again. shit-so tight-, you sure you let him hit?”

“y-you have the biggest ego,” you manage to say as he leans down to suck a hickey into your shoulder, ignoring your whines of protest.

“do i?” his voice is cocky as he leans back up. he grabs one of your legs and lifts them enough for him to get deeper inside you. “is it egotistical to just want you back?”

“i’m not yours anymore,” you say, but it’s weak. you know he doesn’t buy it either as he laughs and the sound only makes your stomach churn.

“please, playing stupid doesn’t fit you,” he hisses as he thrusts harder, “you’re mine and you know it,” a particularly hard thrust has you seeing stars. it only boosts his ego, “there it is. did he ever find that spot?”

any reservations you had are gone now and you shake your head. you can barely recognize your voice as you sob, “no, he never did.”

“thought so. did he ever even make you cum?” he doesn’t wait for an answer as he continues fucking you.

“‘m gonna cum,” you whisper as you start to move a hand down towards your clit. he slaps it away before you can. “‘m gonna cum’,” he mocks you before turning you on your back. “no, you’re not. you’re gonna cum on my dick alone.’

he pushes his cock into you again, cursing as he does. you wrap your legs around his waist and you can’t find yourself caring about the smug look he gives you as you do. he leans forward to kiss your tears away, “tomorrow, what do you think will happen if i sneak into the reception? if i tell your husband that the woman he loves is only a loan because you’re still mine?”

“y-you wouldn’t dare!” you hiccup as you wrap your arms around his neck. his thrusts only get quicker and harder as he laughs against your neck.

“you know it’s true,” he says as he sucks a hickey into your neck, “you know you still love me,” he thrusts again at the end of the sentence, and you throw your head back in pleasure. “c’mon baby, i know you’re close. such a slut, letting yourself get fucked by someone who isn’t your fiance.”

“‘m…not yours,” you lie. both of you know it’s a lie as his moans become airy and shaky. he calls you out on it, “liar. this pussy,” he reaches down to slap your clit, making you cry out, “is mine,” his hand moves down to your ass and he slaps it, “so is this ass,” his lips move down to your chest, pressing a kiss, “and so is your heart. it’s never been iida’s. never.”

the pleasure from his dick constantly hitting your spot with his words make you cum, immediately clenching down on him. he swears and you recognize the familiar tremble in his body as he cums inside of you. it only makes both of you moan louder as he marks you again as his. he collapses on top of you, limp as you close your eyes tiredly. you don’t have the energy to move him away from you as he grabs your chin. “hey,” he says quietly.

“what?” you ask tearfully as you gain clairty post-orgasm.

“i was serious earlier. i want you back,” he says and you shake your head.

“don’t say that.”

“don’t marry him. i’ll prove to you i’ve changed,” his voice is gentle and warm, but you know if you continue listening you’ll just fall for empty promises again. “don’t get married tomorrow. stand him up. i’m sure uraraka or someone else can mend his heart back together. maybe aoyama.”

“no, hanta. get out.”

“baby, please-”

“get the fuck out!” you yell as you manage to push him off, avoiding eye contact with him as you cover yourself up with your sheets. “you abandoned me and i didn’t even get an explanation. i don’t care what you have to say.”

he doesn’t respond as he gets out of your bed, silently redressing. once he’s done, he walks over to your window, beginning to leave. he pauses when he hears you sniffle.

“i’ll be waiting back at our old place,” is all he says as he slips out your window, not sparing you another glance.

he knew from the second you said his first name again that he’d have you back in no time.

#hs.nsfw #hanta sero #mha #mha.nsfw #sai writes #sero smut #mha smut #.nsfw

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ariquar · 2 years

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You want some Teldryn headcanon? Here’s some Teldryn headcanon.

I’ve been trying to figure out for years why Teldryn would judge his previous patron for being a ‘typical nord’ with ‘tattoos on his face’, when Teldryn has markings on his face, too. And most fanartists and writers I’ve seen interpret them as actual tattoos, too. So why the judgement?

In my head, they’re not permanent tattoos - instead, they’re semi-permanent tattoos more closely relatable to henna than anything else. That being said, I don’t think it’s exactly like real-life henna tattoos - I think it’s made of something distinctly different, oftentimes with magic sort of woven into the process to keep them applied longer. It’s a good real-life analogy because they’re not permanent, but at the same time, I think the application method might be different. I haven’t really settled on just how I imagine it’s applied, yet, but the end result is similar.

Morrowind is a pretty harsh place with resources that are alien to anyone outside of it. The tattoos Teldryn has, I think, are likely based in pigment from insects, with other things added to make the consistency proper for application.

Anyway, the big part of the headcanon I have regarding it is that the tattoos Teldryn has are pretty important to him - the different designs on different dunmer often refer to a specific deity or place they feel connected to. Other times, they’re more in reference to the Great Houses, or even just one specific family line. In Teldryn’s case, I think it’s a mix of a few - I think he’s pretty proud of where he’s from, but also there’s something about connecting it to his specific family line that’s appealing to how I write him.

I like to think that the design is something that’s carried on through the Sero family specifically - Teldryn learned it from his father, who gave the design to Teldryn’s mother, their bio kids, and their adopted kids. ( I’ve got a lot of hc about that too but that’s for another post altogether ) But ultimately the design has simply been around in the Sero family and its branches for a long, long time.

And the tattoos last for a long time! Because of the unique mix of ingredients and the often-times magical additives, the tattoos can last anywhere from ten to seventy years, give or take. They take a long, long time to fade, and every application is a special experience, because it’s not something one does alone. Instead, it’s something that is taken up by family members, lovers, or platonic life partners. To sit for an hour or two or three while someone you love applies this super-pigmented ink to your face, arms, back, hands, whatever - it takes a lot of patience and trust.

And for Teldryn specifically, I think the last time anyone did it for him was when his brother was still alive. Surprise! I write Teldryn with a pretty big family. His younger brother, Falvrius, was the last living member of his immediate family. They lived together in Windhelm, while Teldryn took up odd jobs and essentially just tried to make enough money to get them out of there together while also minding Falvrius’s poor health.

I think one of the last things they did together was copy that design back onto each other’s faces. Just. Sitting in front of the fire together, making sure every line is in its exact place, not knowing that by the time Teldryn would return from his next mercenary job, Falvrius would be gone.

And maybe before, Teldryn had a lot more tattoos. But Falvrius was in poor health and likely couldn’t keep steady long enough to do more than just the facial tattoos accurately. So by the time Teldryn meets Ari, the rest of them have fully faded away, and only the face tattoos are left.

And eventually those start to fade. And when Ari asks about it, Teldryn doesn’t give him an answer, at first. Because to ask Ari to redo the tattoos would be like erasing the last parts of Falvrius - but at the same time, letting them fade completely would be letting go, too. I don’t think Teldryn asks him for help immediately. I think it would take a lot of time, and it would be a very, very emotional endeavor for Teldryn to sit through.

I think it would be one of the few times he’d have to do his best not to cry, actually. I mean, for one, he doesn’t want to show that side of himself - ignoring the fact that he’s seen Ari cry a lot, I think Teldryn is a bit more hesitant to cry in front of anyone - and also, crying would mess up the ink. And he can’t have that.

It’s also a good indicator of his character growth - at first he’s standoffish, grumpy, and oftentimes rude, mainly due to his past history with living in Skyrim as a refugee in Windhelm, losing his family to the catastrophe of the Red Year, watching his remaining family dwindle down. But then he softens up, becomes a well-loved member of Riverwood’s community, helps host and train adventurers and babysits the village kids, and, most importantly, opens up about his past and lets Ari know so much more about him, while letting him very carefully retrace the fading tattoos on his face to keep the memory of his family alive.

#teldryn #teldryn sero #this got long and sappy sorry

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