I wish bnha was a slice of life anime

lol crimmis party

Hi everybody. How was your summer? Mine was awful. Anyways, it’s been like 7 months since I jumped out of tumblr and I’ve been receiving messages and requests since then. I didn’t want to show any kind of activity here until my return, so that’s why I didn’t answer anything. That reminds me, I created a twitter account a few weeks ago. I’m not posting anything there now, but you can use it to contact me if you want. It’s named the same as my tumblr: @Botrom_u1

Anyways. I’m not ready to come back yet. I’m still dueling with a lot of things that are taking all of my energy and also I have more to study, so I couldn’t be creating CC just now. Besides that, if I decided to post right now is not to promo that pitiful twitter account, it’s because somebody contacted me a few days ago and told me she started a YouTube series playing Sims with BNHA characters and it really got my attention. To see what I made once in YouTube is really impresing to me, a nobody, and I felt proud. Her channel’s name isKoomaxx. That girl is a lovely person that deserves all of your love, so I want everyone that’s reading this to go and watch her livestream today. What do you get from that, you wonder? I’ve taken a bunch of time I don’t have to give her a hand and made more BNHA CC for your Sims. I’m talking about Ochako, Kyoka, Momo, Tsuyu, Mina, Iida and Sero hairstyles. She’ll be using them in her stream (I guess) and I’ll upload them all here once the stream is over. Then, what I ask you in return is to go there and support her, please. She’s working hard on that YouTube channel, so let’s make her efforts worth it. Once again, I’ll be waiting for you at Koomaxx’s livestream at 1 PM EST (that picture is an invitation she personally made). Thanks and good bye. I hope we see again soon.

A good while ago I drew some bnha character inspired by a fashion thread I saw on Twitter. A few months ago I decided I wanted to redraw some of them and draw some more characters!

I drew the bakusquad and some teachers this time!

manifesting clients who’d commission me to draw sero

manifesting clients who’d commission me to draw sero

manifesting clients who’d commission me to draw sero

manifesting clients who’d commission me to draw sero

the powerpuff girls look different here..

fightxxmexxshiggy:

He knows how to work it

Chapter 2

Sero x fem reader

Words:1200

It had been about two weeks since you had been stood up by your former friends at the bar. In that time a lot of surprising new changes had happened. Your former friends had tried to pick up where they left off like it was nothing and instead of taking them back like you always had you told them off about their behavior and blocked them. As soon as you had finished blocking them a weight that had seemed to be wrapped around your heart just disappeared. You had gone into work and started to set clear boundaries for your coworkers and how they interacted with you. Your boss, a man of few words and tired eyes had taken you to the side and congratulated you on the change in the way you held yourself. Through these changes you were in steady contact with Hanta. You talked about your days, played some simple get to know you question games and had quickly fallen into a pattern of sharing whatever meme or video had made you laugh that day in hope that it would do the same for the other.

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Chapter 2

Sero x fem reader

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It had been about two weeks since you had been stood up by your former friends at the bar. In that time a lot of surprising new changes had happened. Your former friends had tried to pick up where they left off like it was nothing and instead of taking them back like you always had you told them off about their behavior and blocked them. As soon as you had finished blocking them a weight that had seemed to be wrapped around your heart just disappeared. You had gone into work and started to set clear boundaries for your coworkers and how they interacted with you. Your boss, a man of few words and tired eyes had taken you to the side and congratulated you on the change in the way you held yourself. Through these changes you were in steady contact with Hanta. You talked about your days, played some simple get to know you question games and had quickly fallen into a pattern of sharing whatever meme or video had made you laugh that day in hope that it would do the same for the other.

It was Tuesday and you were enjoying your lunch while chatting with Hanta when a burst of confidence hit you. You invited him to hang at the bar again for that Friday night. Seeing that he was typing for 10 seconds had you ready to throw your phone across the table in fear. Right as you were ready to throw it into the sun his message popped up in your chat. 

Hanta : I’d love to but I actually have my son that night.

Your brain was going nuts as you read the message. He had a son and that could only mean one thing. Hanta had just jumped up on the sexy meter from hot bad boy construction worker to bad boy DILF construction worker. You were losing it, trying so hard not to squeal. While you were taking deep breaths and begging your pussy to shush so that you could at least be a proper friend to the man who had saved your night and motivated you the last two weeks he sent another message.

Hanta: would you like to come have a pizza and movie night with us?

The unholy noise that came out of your throat at the invitation had a coworker who was passing by stop to stare at you. After a moment of intense internal freak outside you messaged back much more calmly than you actually were. 

Simp why yes I am: I would love to but I don’t want to interrupt your time with your son. 

Hanta: it’s no interruption at all I told my son about the new linda dama amiga I had made and he said he wanted to hang out with you. 

Oh man not only was he complimenting you but he talked about you to his son so soon after meeting you. Your eyes became a little misty at the thought that such a genuine and kind person had become your friend after all your bad luck with friendships the last few years. Immediately you agreed and your Friday night plans were set. Not for drinking but definitely for something you regularly enjoy. The following three days seemed to drag on as you counted the hours till your movie night with Hanta and his son. 

When Friday came you grabbed a few of your favorite movie snacks on the way home from work. You dropped the bags at the entrance when you arrived home to make sure you didn’t forget them on the way out. You rushed through a shower being as thorough as you could. Your nerves were getting the best of you, making it take four tries before you were able to properly braid your hair. When you were finally dressed into your best looking set of comfy clothes you slid on your sneakers and made the short walk to Hanta’s apartment. It was only 5:50 so you were a little early and took your time walking up the two flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator. 

At 5:57 you knocked on the door, internally freaking out at the prospect of being in a hot guy’s apartment and meeting his son for the first time all in one night. You had expected the door to be answered by Hanta but instead it was opened by a young boy no more than 11. He looked you up and down before smiling and pulling your hand to lead you into the home. 

“You must be my dad’s friend! He was right, you’re really pretty! If I had known I would have stayed with my mom this weekend so he could take you on a real date instead of being a dork.”

The sound of heavy footfalls echoed through the apartment at the end of the young boy’s statement. Hanta ran into the living room shirtless and barefoot in only a pair of tight black joggers. Your breath caught at the sight of him, your pussy she started to drool like a dog in front of a Tbone steak. The man looked so fucking good you might just have to start a new religion. His eyes turned on his son with pure annoyance. 

“Emilio Seiji Sero! niño demonio de mi saco de bolas deja de exponerme a mi amiga antes de que se vaya pensando que soy un perdedor! el tío Bakugou nunca más te verá.”

You giggled at his words only really catching the words demon child and ball sac. He stopped ranting at the sound of your voice looking a little dazed. He greeted you before running back to his room. He came back out a moment later with a white tshirt and an arm full of blankets. Hanta dropped the blankets on the couch before grabbing the bags from your hand and pushing you to sit on the couch. He then proceeded to pick up his son like a suitcase and carry him off to the kitchen. 

Still sitting on the couch you thought of the interaction you had just seen. It was very sweet and it seems like he was even more of a good father then you had thought before. A few moments later he came back into the room and sat down next to you. Hanta still wasn’t looking at you but was instead arranging blankets. You could see that he was a little bit red so you knew he was blushing. Giving his shirt a little tug you got his attention. When he turned to you the blush highlighting his cheeks became obvious.

“Sorry about Emilio, he lives to embarrass me sometimes. He’s getting ready for bed so we can enjoy the movie without a time crunch. The pizza should be here any minute.”

You smiled as you too chatted a bit. It was nerve wracking to hold it together on the outside but it seemed like you were doing a good job. Eventually you handed him the bag of snacks when you remembered you were even holding them. It’s not surprising seeing as you had gotten to see him in his shirtless glory before. 

Day 3 - Sero x swords

Sero has the best canon style fight me, the nicest vibes

They’re so cute *^*

Sero: “Your dad has three toes, but mine has five.”

Second part to the Ghostface series | Apart of Kinktober 2021

Ghostface Series Pt. 1 is here (you don’t have to read them in order!)

Who is under the mask this time ;)?

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Description: You didn’t think that flirting with Ghostface in a haunted House would leave you so… helpless.

➥➥ Included Kinks: Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, Slight darker themes such a power dynamics, restraints, slight blackmail ig if you squint, orgasm denial, face fucking, gagging, hair pulling, smacking, some exhibitionism, anal play, squirting. Use of the words- ‘daddy’, ‘brat’, ‘slut’. Characters are aged up. MINORS DNI.

wc: 5.4 k

You walk past the line of excited and partially tipsy college students to the side entrance that Jirou had told you would be on the north side of the building. You thought you were running late, but had received a text not too long ago from her, saying the opening of the haunted house was going to be pushed back an hour or so and to take your time. The problem was that you were already just about there when you had received the text so you figured you would still go inside to aid her and the others in setting up the room within the house.

You had figured you’d easily stumble upon the evil doctor themed room or that you’d see someone who, by your costume: a rather dark themed slutty nurse, would point you in the right direction. However, after aimlessly walking into the wrong rooms and not seeing anybody occupying them, you started to feel a bit lost. You remember her saying that you all would be on the first floor, so you are confused as to why you haven’t discovered them.

At this point, there is one room left and to the right of the door, on its wall, is a large glass mirror. You feel it is fitting of the theme so you fling the door open and see that it is dimly lit inside and only decorated with some light blood on the walls and a table in the center which seems to have restraints on it. The door closing startles you enough to make you yelp which alerts the other person in the room.

“Holy- holy shit I didn’t see you there-

You stop talking as the person turns around and you see who they are dressed up as, “oh Mr.Ghostface how original.”

“And what are you supposed to be?” The person inquires and you can hear the dull, unimpressed tone that laces his voice even though the voice changer.

You pout, walking up to him and doing a little twirl before his eyes, “c’mon Mr.Ghostface I’m a slutty nurse can’t you see or should I give you a better look?” You tease and you can hear him click his tongue in annoyance.

“You’re too eventful. It’s annoying enough that I have to participate in this haunted house. I can’t handle you too-

“You don’t mean that, do you? I’m sure you were just sitting around here bored, why wouldn’t you want to have some fun. Matter of fact, I have some time to spare too!” You giggle actually very amused by the person under the mask. You loved the game of not getting enough attention from someone acting high and mighty just for them to succumb to you eventually. You were also eager to see who you were going to be able to sink your claws into, what unsuspected boytoy laid under that mask.

“It was quiet when you weren’t here though.” He states as he crosses his arms over his very defined chest. He is only wearing a black t-shirt so you can see the definitions of his upper body not to mention the muscles of his strong arms. Black ripped jeans adorn his long legs as you calculate he must be about 6 feet or so. All contributing to your throbbing cunt at this point.

You feign ignorance, “quiet and boring.” You say as you cross your arms too.

He sighs as he starts tapping his foot on the floor, “what do you want from me?”

A wicked smile forms on your face as you say, “duh to play a game!” All the while meaning much more provocative activities. If he didn’t have a mask on then you would have seen how he rolled his eyes, but bit his lip at the naughtier idea that, too, popped up in his mind. Maybe this could be fun, he starts to think, after all he has always had his eyes on you. A lot more than he’d like to admit and low and behold you come strutting into his room, just asking to be put into your place.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Hello you’re the one who is Ghostface, you should know.”

“Hmhm… I see… What’s your favorite scary movie, Miss nurse?” He asks and you just about die hearing the condensing tone in his voice. You lick your lips, as you look up at him about to spew an answer.

“The one where the man dressed as Ghostface fucks the little helpless nurse.”

Now, knowing that you two are in sync in your desires, the man decides it’s really time to have fun, “I’ve never heard of it.” He smirks and you pout, rolling your eyes and backing away from him which makes him chuckle.

You start to pay attention to the decorations in the room a bit more in detail as you scheme something up to provoke the man, “you’re a bit mean huh?” You mutter finally nearing the table in the center of the room.

Your eyebrows knit together as you try to figure out how one would be restrained to it before it finally comes together. A small hum comes out of your mouth as you lean forward so that you’re bent over on the table. Breasts press against the wooden top as you place your hands through the little metal clasps.

“Is this how your dirty little contraption works?” You laugh as you shake your ass a bit, but halt quickly as you feel his presence behind you. So suddenly.

He’s clasping the constraints in a flash, so that your wrists are bound to the table while, rasping a “no” as he fixes you just how he wants. You’re shocked at this, not understanding how he switched from being so uninterested to alert. You start stuttering, “h-hey what are-are you doing?!”

He’s only humming at this, bending down to catch your ankle and clasp it to one leg of the table before doing the same to the other. By the end of it, you’re effectively confined to the table with legs spread apart, “this is how it works”.

Your heart is hammering against your chest as he runs a finger up the back of your thigh, admiring his work before reaching the frilly skirt that very poorly covers your ass. He wastes no time in flicking it upwards to expose your cute red panties, licking his lips as he notices the darkening wet spot on them. How cute.

“Ah, you’re a lot quieter now I thought you wanted to make a movie?” He coos and all you can do is stutter, completely flustered by the change in dynamics. How did he get the upper hand? You think, skin breaking out in goosebumps as he continues to trail his finger over your flesh.

A harsh slap lands on your ass and you just know the skin is reddening and rising as you let out a cute pained, moan. “Answer me, do you want to continue?”

You whimper attempting to shake your ass for him as you nod your head which lies on the table, “this is nothing I can’t handle.” He shakes his head and lands another slap to your ass loving how it bounces and bruises so easily under his touch.

“What a modest nurse, good then, I’ll enjoy seeing just how far you can go.”

Something about that makes your stomach bloom in hot anticipation as he pulls down your red panties, a rush of cold air hitting your cunt and making you squirm. You can hear the floorboards creak under the pressure of his dirty converse shoes as he squats down behind you, using one of his fingers to spread your pussy lip.

“Fuck.” You whisper, loving how exposed you are to him, knowing that some stranger is watching your pussy hole clench and unclench with the want of something as it grows wetter.

He whistles lowly at this, impressed by “how much of a dirty little slut you are.” He then runs two fingers up your pussy and it makes you quiver a bit which he enjoys, watching those sweet plush thighs and full asscheeks jiggle in his face. Gosh he’s going to wreck you just right he thinks.

He stands up abruptly and bends over you so that his chest is against your back before weaving his middle finger through your soaked folds, “this is pretty sinful of you baby”. He states as he increases the speed of his finger, finally allowing it to rub against your clit.

“Don’t care, don’t care I-I just want them inside.” You state wagging your ass from side to side in hopes that he would listen.

“I’m going to make a brat like you understand how to act in the presence of a real dom.” He growls as he pulls his finger away from your cunt to slap it roughly and you gasp loudly, jolting forward some.

You begin to protest again, “but- but I want it already. Stop teasing me!” He only chuckles, his eager bulge under his jeans beginning to press against your folds. The friction makes you optimistic as you both begin to grind into each other. His coarse hands grabbing your hips to further the rolling of his hips even thrusting into you which creates a soft omph noise.

“Now the games really start…” He mumbles and suddenly he’s swirling two fingers around your clit, “If you listen to me, then you’ll get to cum very hard tonight. If you don’t listen then you’ll be very disappointed. Understand?”

You nod your head slowly while starting to indulge in his ministrations which causes him to grunt before yanking your head up by your hair. Your eyes fly open because in the same instance of his pulling, he’s plugging those two fingers into your pussy hole.

“Use your fucking words when I’m talking to you.”

You choke on a moan, “ye-essss yess! I understand!”

“Good girl.” He replies loosening his hold on your hair as he starts to rake his fingers through it, massaging your scalp where you’d have an undeniable ache because of his yanking. You couldn’t help but feel oddly warm and turned on by his approval, succumbing to his actions.

He is good at multitasking in this way as he gently massages your scalp, but starts to completely piston his middle and ring finger into your pussy, “fu-uck yes yes!” You groan bouncing back into his fingers now wanting to push them further in, wanting them to touch your g spot.

He would have scolded you for acting without his permission, but the way your ass bounces on his fingers is something he is starting to relish, watching the flesh ripple upon every impact with his hand. The masked man finds himself wanting to see more, so he starts to twist his finger around in your pussy, knocking into your sweet spot and making you cry out.

“You’re leaking so nicely right now.” He purrs, “your fingers are so l-long!” You state as he starts to curl into your g spot, abusing it repeatedly as if he was smashing a button over and over again. Your slick is running down his palm and wrist as you start to fall victim to his fingers.

He picks up on this like a pro, “are you about to cum sweetheart?“ he asks, getting close to your ear. The weight of him against your back again, his warmth, just heightens the orgasm that was approaching.

“Yes, ‘m gonna cum! Gonna cum!”

He snickers at this as he pumps faster, only uttering one word at that moment: “Don’t.” You, through the fog of it all, try to turn your head to look at him, eyebrows knitting together in confusion and strain, “w-why, what do you-

“I’m not going to let you.” He cuts off your rambling as he pulls his fingers out of you, making your legs shake as your orgasm trickles away, so close to having bubbled over. Your lip quivers and he’s snickering all over again, “I’m just training you baby. You waltzed in here like such a fucking brat it would be a shame if I didn’t correct you!”

As you’re trying to find the right words to articulate how angry you are, he squats down before your pussy again. Your anger starts to dissolve as the hairs on your body stand to attention because you can feel his breath on you. That means his mask has to be slightly elevated if not completely off. Just as you’re about to try and turn your head to get a better angle he’s smacking your thigh, “keep your eyes ahead or else.”

Biting your lip, you decide to obey and he’s quickly pressing his lips to your pussy which has your back arching. A long “oooo” leaves your lips as he begins to make out with your pussy, his own soft lips moving as if he were making out with an actual mouth. He gulps a few times before sucking and slurping again, suckling your folds into his mouth and between his lips where he pulls at them slightly. “-taste amazing”, he speaks into your folds.

If you weren’t restrained right now then your hand would be on his head right now, stuffing him as far as he could go, not caring about if he could breathe because he was damn good at this. When he pulls back again he spits on your clenching hole which makes you moan, the feeling of his hot glob of spit strategically landing right on your entrance before he starts spreading it around with his fingers was making drops of sweat form on your skin.

He slips them back in again before warning you, “don’t cum.” His voice was low and raspy and it was oh so familiar. If you weren’t being such a slut in lust right now you’d surely be able to identify him, but any intelligence is lost when he starts to pump his fingers into your tiny hole while sucking on your clit. He’s growling and moaning in harmony with the squelching of your obnoxiously soaked pussy.

“How a-am I not supposed to cum?” You shriek as he starts to get harsher and sloppier with his movements, pumping into your g spot ever so deliciously while shaking his head from side to side in your cunt. You’re reaching your peak when he starts lapping at you with a hot, flat tongue feeling the coil in your stomach about to snap.

“I can’t, I’m going to- cum!” You yell and as soon as this leaves your mouth, he leaves you. The frustration makes you ball your hands into fists.

“This shit isn’t fair!” You shout and he tsks pulling your hair swiftly again, “that fucking mouth of yours is such a problem.” He harshly let’s you go before making his way to the front edge of the table, walking up to it so that his struggling, defined bulge is in your face. You flick your eyes back and forth between it and his masked face.

“I’d be impressed if you can handle this. In fact it might even warrant a reward.” He states as he pulls his shirt up, holding it under his chin as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. You ponder disobeying, but you weren’t in a position to act much bratty plus you were more than ready to cum and if that meant seeing this through a bit more then fine.

He’s yanking down his underwear and jeans slightly, allowing his big cock to slap against his stomach and your face. You can see that the pretty, pink tip has already started leaking with precum and you’re quick to swipe at it with your tongue.

“Oh fuck- very good girl.” He groans as he thrusts slightly forward, making his cock slide into your mouth before he hesitates then pulls entirely back out.

“Look, um the safe word is Halloween okay?” He’s serious too not having any intentions on letting whatever the fuck this is get out of hand and you slightly swoon, “thank you”.

He hums at this, realizing you’re very cute in any context as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out as a signal to continue. He grabs his throbbing cock and pushes it into your mouth, but doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out. Your nose presses cutely to his pubic bone as you gag, legs shaking as he moves to retract only half way, watching as you inhale sharply. Your eyes are glassy already and they squeeze shut when he thrusts back inside.

You’re moaning and trying to swirl your tongue and suck him as he starts to find a pace to quite literally fuck your face to. He’s tightly cupping your face with both hands as he starts to rhythmically snap his hips forward. You only have a few seconds in between to breathe and your throat is beginning to raw, but you like the way he is using your mouth like his own plaything. It turns you on and has you getting slicker by the second.

At one point, he bottoms out in your throat and puts his hands on the back of your head, keeping you there for as long as you can hold before he starts to feel you pulling back. He frees you, completely pulling out of your mouth where you can’t help but sputter, saliva dripping from your mouth and his cock.

“Puker those sexy fucking lips up for daddy.”

And you do, sniffling a bit to collect yourself before puckering your redden lips, he groans before taking his wet cock in hand. He pumps into his fist a couple of times as you watch in awe before slapping it against your lips. He smears your saliva and his precum everywhere- on your lips, cheeks and nose.

When he starts fucking your mouth again, he’s moaning subtly as he picks up the speed feeling his own release nearing.

“You’re talking daddies cock so well, fuck yes you are.” He mumbles bending over you to start to toy with your pussy again. To show him you like it, you start bobbing your head faster to his thrusts as he starts to insert his fingers inside you.

As soon as you feel them fully slot inside, you’re moaning contently around his dick, the vibrations making the man’s toes curl as he starts to fuck into your mouth harsher. You’re a gagging, moaning mess working on pleasing him while also focusing on how he’s attacking your sweet spot again. You didn’t need much now, no, you’d cum without even giving him a warning. It’s your plan. He will be too distracted.

Your legs start to shake so harshly, your mouth producing more saliva as you literally drool at how hard you can feel your orgasm coming. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you almost go slack about to be overcome by pleasure when he does it again.

Completely pulls away from you. Ruining yet another orgasm.

A sob so harsh rips through your gut as tears fall from your eyes, “awwwww” he coos while grabbing your face in his large hands to make you look up at him.

“Now this. This is a broken brat. You look beautiful like this.” He is fake pouting under the mask.

“P-please daddy I’m - I’m ready to not be a brat. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m sorry. Just please please let me cum!” You throw out everything you think he wants to hear and then some and he’s utterly satisfied, bending down and resting the side of his face against the wood table, mimicking yours. Neat black painted nails reach out and wipe away the fresh tears that have fallen from your teary eyes “hush hush baby, no need to get all worked up especially after how good you just took this cock down your throat. Daddies going to keep his promise.”

You sniffle a bit at this, moving into his touch unsure on if he is telling the truth or not. He can sense your weariness as he stands up and walks around the table so that he is finally against you again. He wastes no time in gripping his member in his hand and rubbing the tip against your folds, “You believe daddy right?”

If possible, you arch into the table even more ass sticking out as a jolt of pleasure rips through your body at the micro action, “I b-believe you!”

He’s smirking at this as he pushes the bulbous tip in your needy hole, making you cry out while spit pools in the corners of your mouth and escapes down your chin as he pushes further inside. As soon as his hips smack against your ass and he is fully plunged within your thirsty walls your vision is spotting. You cum hard, ignoring how he struggles to hold back a moan of surprise as you shake violently.

“Did you… did you just cum?” He asks truthfully dumbfounded by this and you’re apologizing profusely.

“I-I - I’m so sorry daddy please I couldn’t help it, just feels so good-  please don’t stop please please-

He’s cupping your throat now as his other hand bunches the fabric of your skirt to aid him in his upcoming onslaught, “shh sh sh…such a sexy slut for that. You go ahead and indulge in this cock. I want you to remember everything, how every fucking vein feels.” He states as he begins to snap his hips into you slowly, knocking the air out of your lungs as he holds you up by your throat.

Each thrust is calculated, rubbing every crevice as you start to moan unceremoniously. Whoever the fuck this is, is teaching you a new meaning of sex and he knows it as he starts to choke you harder.

“Agh, agh fuck I love this, I want you to use me alll the time.” You whisper, nails digging into the wooden table in attempts to not pull against the restraints. He’s adding more force behind his thrusts now, slowly retracting only to plunge back in with teeth chattering force as you grow dizzy. Just when you feel your vision closing in and your face growing red from lack of blood flow, he releases your throat.

He’s next to your ear in an instant, kissing it softly, “your pussy feels amazing,” he raspily states before trailing his tongue from your ear down to the middle side of your neck. He places a wet open mouth kiss against your flesh before sucking it between his teeth, lightly biting and sucking to nurse a bruise into the soft skin.

“Attention Haunted House workers, the test run will begin now. Please be ready to run your exhibition.” A loud voice sounds throughout the building, making your fluttery eyes snap open.

“What’s that?” You try to sound concerned, but it comes out breathy and light as he continues his attack on your neck.

He does not stop his actions, snapping his hips into you more roughly while talking against your skin, “a test run”, is all he says before he’s cupping the underside of your chin to make you look up at the wall before you. It is the one decorated with the mirror, “that’s a double sided mirror, we can see out but they can’t see in.. unless I press a button to start the exhibition.”

You feel your legs wobble as the sound of voices start to fill the hallway, “should I turn it on so everybody can see how much of a nasty girl you are?” You try to formulate sentences, getting more aroused and embarrassed by his lewd idea, as you shake your head profusely.

“Why not, you’re enjoying yourself so much. You’re literally strangling my cock right now.” He taunts as he begins to rub your clit, “I’m going to let everybody see.”

“No daddy don’t please!” You plead just as people walk in front of the glass, “did you hear something?” They say as they get closer to the mirror, tapping it slightly just as he rams his fat cockhead into your g-spot.

Your eyes cross and he covers your mouth just as you’re about to scream out, “if you don’t cum quietly for daddy then I’m going to let them see me fuck you stupid”. He murmurs, lips pressing against your ear and you nod rapidly. He lets go of your mouth and continues to rub at your clit while fucking into your gspot. Your jaw drops as you try to not make a sound, a part of you not caring if someone sees how blessed you are right now, watching the people peer at the glass awaiting some horror spectacle. It’s only then that you really try to focus your eyes on the people behind the mirror. Your body heats up even more as you watch your group of friends, the entirety of the male Bakusquad, tap on the class.

“Do your friends know that you’re such a slut, hm? It’s crazy that they have no clue a slut like you is spearing herself so desperately on a cock just on the other side of that glass. I bet you want to make a fucking noise. To get caught all stuffed stupid and bound.” He states through clenched teeth as he rapidly flicks your clit with his fingers, making you cum on his cock for the second time that night. Mouth agape and eyes in the back of your head, you can’t even manage a squeak through how hard you’re cumming, you feel his pumping slow as your upper body goes slack on the table.

Your breaths are shallow as you lay, cheek smashed on the table, dizzily watching your group of friends retreat down the hall. “I swear, guys, that was supposed to be Hitoshi’s room!” Denki tries to explain to the group as they walk further down the hall and your pussy twitches even harder if possible around the length as your eyes widen.

“Oh no… I’ve been exposed. Not that that slutty little pussy of yours cares.” He deadpans with a cool and collected cockiness. You can hear the mask plop to the floor as he rubs your thighs, trying to do anything to turn that dumb little brain of yours back on.

You on the other hand are trying to muster up the courage to look him in the face, you two weren’t particularly close, but had a couple of classes together. He was just the hot, quiet guy that tagged along with your group sometimes… not anything like this. As you throw a glance over your shoulder to take him in his fingers stumble upon something that is tucked into the front side of your skirt and takes it out, out of curiosity. A smirk spreads on his face as he sees a thermometer and stethoscope, he looks at you, surprised that you are able to even look at him and decides you can handle some more. After all he still does owe you one more orgasm right?

“Is the nurse feeling a bit under the weather? You look like you’ve gone through a lot. Mind if I.. take your temperature?” You’re barely paying attention, tongue tied by how fucking hot he looks right now. Purple locks disheveled every which way as low, bag rimmed eyes bore into yours. You gulp, preparing to talk, to say anything when he plops the thermometer in your mouth which surprises you. “What are you-

He’s hushing you and making sure you keep your mouth closed until the item beeps and he takes it out, “only 98.1, that can’t be accurate, right Miss Nurse? Good thing I know of a more accurate place I can stick this…”

Your ears perk up at this as you go to stand upright, only to remember that of course you’re still fucking bound. He chuckles as he spits on his fingers, lathering up his index finger before he starts to softly rub your asshole.

“H-hey you c-can’t I’m too sensitive!” You try to protest, “it’s hard to tell if you’re serious with how much your pretty little asshole is puckering.” Your cheeks burn red at this and you feel him place the cold metal tip of the thermometer at your asshole. He pushes it inside swiftly which makes you moan loudly before he stuffs his still erect cock back in your pussy.

“AGH UH I-I CAN’T!” You squeal as he pushes the thermometer further in your ass while bottoming out inside of you. Your cunt is squelching and drooling all over him as he gives you a few shallow thrusts while toying with the device, testing it out by pulling it out a bit before shoving it deeper into your tight hole.

Your uneven panting and moaning is enough indicator for him as he starts to fuck you barbarically now, anybody who walks past will surely hear, as the device beeps again. “It- fuck- says 101.2. Fuck baby y-you’re burning up inside. Because I’m fucking you so good, huh?” He is in awe at how aroused you are, how much wetter you have grown not to mention how your walls quiver around his cock while hugging it so snuggly. It’s affecting him almost to a lethal degree, but you’re no better. You’d like to say that you weren’t enjoying this all the more now that you know who is treating you so well, but that would be untruthful. He starts to push the device further inside, never slowing his thrusts- too mesmerized- and you begin to babble with a sense of urgency.

“If- if you, shit shit, keep pushing it deeper then you’ll-

Before you can finish the thermometer presses against your g spot in the same instant that his cock is kissing it so sweetly. The combination rips a scream from your lungs as your body basically heaves, shooting a stream of cum all over the floor and the man’s shoes.

The force of your gushing, pushes his cock out just in time as he paints the floor and your ass with his sticky thick cum, watching as you shake so violently “holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit”. His voice strains and shakes as he continues to pump his cock not thinking he could produce so much ejuculation, every spurt providing immense pleasure.

By the time he is done, you’re laying there dumbly, breath hitching erratically as you try and bring yourself back. His cock is screaming with sensitivity as he wipes it clean and fixes himself, panting as well. He’s quick to grab some supplies that he was planning on using for the haunted house to clean you up, gently wiping your lower regions before fixing your clothes. Then he’s unclasping your restraints and sitting you on the table as you both collect yourself quietly.

Just as he’s about to speak, there are knocks on the door and he throws one look at you, silently asking if it’s okay to open to which you nod, pulling out your phone and ignoring the millions of messages you have. You’re fixing your makeup when Denki comes inside talking about how he knew this was Hitoshi’s and Neito’s room and asking where he was. He started explaining how Neito was running late when Denki finally saw you.

“Hey y/n I think the girls were looking for you what happened? I didn’t know you and Hitoshi were acquainted!”

The tall man only softly chuckles at this in response as Denki continues, “watch out man this one is fierce!”

He looks at you, allowing a relaxed, almost lazy even, smirk to spread across his face while his eyes flick up and down your body. You can’t help but press your legs together, you can practically feel him inside you all over again and you almost want to mewl in response to his look.

“I don’t think I have much to worry about right, y/n?”

Nobody would have guessed that that was the night Hitoshi became such a good daddy to you.

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CHAPTER TEN: confrontation is never pretty

chap. 9 || chap. 11

pairing: sero hanta x fem! reader

warning: language

word count: 2400

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Conference meetings are either a bore or the highlight of the day. Sometimes, if the office was lucky, the meeting ends up running late, so no one has to do actual work for the remainder of the day. While that could potentially be a setback any opportunity to escape the dreadful computers for a couple of hours is worth it in the long run in the long run.

On that note, you mentally reminded yourself to look into a new chair since the current one you had was no longer any good. It was initially Iida’s old one, and he got the brand, spanking new one (you know, the one that can go up and down with a woosh and outstanding lumbar support).

Sero joked that you should invest in gamer chairs for the rest of the office since A. you all spend time in front of the computer (like gamers do) and B. those chairs “supposedly” could work for office employees as well.

You couldn’t believe that you were bookmarking some decent ones while on the search for new chairs—Damn, Sero for having such influence over you.

“Alright, everyone, simmer down,” Iida announced, walking into the room. The rest of your co-workers begin to hush down, paying attention to what your boss had to say. “We have some news to go over, and I don’t want to take any more time from work, so let’s just get through this without any unnecessary interruptions, okay?”

Sero, who sat beside you, raised his hand. Iida sighed, visibly sunken, and nodded. “It’s not an interruption because I have a client call in an hour,” he said, smiling brightly. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes since you knew he did have a client call; he just likes to keep Iida on his toes.

“Oh, of course. I’ll have (y/n) keep check of time,” Iida sighed in relief. He made eye contact with you, a signal that it’s now your job to make sure Sero gets that call. “Now, let’s get started.”

As Iida lectured, your mind slipped off to little thoughts like “what will you cook for dinner tonight?” or “did you remember to turn off the stove this morning?” to “if this meeting ends on time, I’ll be able to snatch that new coffee grinder that will be a great addition to the office.”

Just as you were about to think further on the coffee grinder, you felt a nudge. You turned to look at Sero, who was still facing Iida, yet you knew that he too wasn’t thinking about effectively using Excel for time management. “What?” you whispered.

He opened up his hand resting on the armrest between you two, and in his palms was a piece of your favorite candy. You smiled and took it, feeling a bit more present as you savored it.

“Psst, can I get some of that? Or whatever y’all are eating?” Denki hissed from across you, leaning forward. Sero glanced at Iida, making sure his back was turned to the room, and tossed a piece to him. “Thank you,” he mouthed, plopping it into his mouth quickly.

Shinsou, who sat next to Denki, watched the exchange with disinterest before turning to whisper something to him, to which Sero physically tensed up. Yet another reaction you mentally note.

You watched his face, observing how his furrowed eyes kept a laser focus on Shinsou from across the room, who didn’t even mind the gaze. Denki snickered at whatever he whispered, to which Iida scolded him,

“Is something wrong?” you whispered to him. Shaking his head, Sero tried to reassure you by smiling but you saw right through it.

“Yup, everything is peachy,” he stated, turning back to the front. Your gut feeling wanted you to pry further but you stopped yourself.

So you also turned your focus back to the presentation, mind wandering back elsewhere.

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“We have a deal? Thank you so much, sir. I promise you won’t regret doing business with us,” Sero spoke to the phone. “Of course, I look forward to working with you.”

He sighed in relief as he hung up the phone, mentally punching the air in victory. Another client in the bag! While he wasn’t too keen on constantly garnering sales like a certain blonde, sometimes he’ll put in the effort for that sweet paycheck.

Hearing the ding of the elevator made him turn around. Just before he could ask who it was, out stepped Shinsou, who looked equally surprised as to how he felt inside.

“I didn’t think anyone else goes on this floor,” Shinsou stated, blankly looking at him.

“Yeah, neither did I,” Sero replied, hands gripping his phone tightly.

The two men stood, facing one another as if it was a showdown. “How have you been?” Shinsou asked after some time. Sero raised an eyebrow at the question. “Please, can’t we just be civil for once?”

He scoffed at him, crossing his arms. “That’s surprising coming from you. I was the one that overlooked what you did for so long. I shouldn’t have been so stupid to believe in you,” Sero grimaced.

Shinsou took a step forward, eyes swirling like a violent storm. “I did what I had to do. But things are different now. If you had given me the chance to explain…”

“What chance? You pushed me away when I tried to help!” Sero snapped, jabbing a finger at his chest. “We were supposed to have each other’s backs.”

Shinsou looked away. Sero stopped himself, seeing that Shinsou was no longer putting up a fight. He backed away, putting more space between the two of them. “I’m sorry,” Shinsou quietly said. At this, he whipped his head back to him.

“I know what I did was wrong. And I know you tried to help. I was just a cocky, dumb 20-year old,” he explained. “And you’re right, I pushed you away but it’s only because I knew that if you got involved, it wouldn’t have been right.”

Sero hummed in thought. “I’m just surprised that you managed to get clean off of it,” he pointed out. To that, Shinsou wryly chuckled.

“It wasn’t easy but I had some help. Which is why I left sometime after you did,” he sighed. “Can’t we let bygones be bygones?”

Sero stepped toward him, clasping a hand on his shoulder. “I can’t forget about what you did. And I hope you understand why…That also means I can’t trust you just yet,” he said. “But I will stand down. If Todoroki believes in you, I have no choice to but trust his decision in this company.”

“He took a chance on me. Why can’t you?” Shinsou challenged. Sero backed away and walked back to the elevator.

He pressed the down button, looking down at his feet. With Shinsou’s words ringing around in his head, he sighed and turned around. “I already took that chance, Shinsou.” With that, he stepped into the elevator and closed the doors.

Shinsou watched the doors shut and was left to his thoughts. It wasn’t entirely his fault for the past. He’s learned his mistakes…he’s better now. Shinsou stepped towards the edge of the room, looking out of the windows.

At that moment, he felt like he was 20 something all over again. Lost and confused.

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When you came back from lunch, you saw a note left on your computer monitor. You recognized the drawl that was on the sticky note belonging to a shaggy-haired salesman.

Let’s go gamer chair shopping. I’ll drive.

You snorted as you read it, looking towards the author of the note. Coincidently, he was already looking at you, meeting your eyes. You just rolled your eyes and smiled, a gesture that confirmed your answer.

He smiled back and returned to his work. You sat down at your computer, feeling motivated to get back to work. You heard a light tapping on the counter and looked up to see Denki. He shyly met your eyes and motioned towards the break room.

Wordlessly, you agreed to meet back there, holding up a hand, an indication you will meet there in 5 minutes. He brightly nodded and walked back to his desk.

Just as you promised, 5 minutes later you found yourself sitting in the break room with Denki, both pretending to have a snack (Note that it is now forbidden to eat at the desks since Iida was tired of seeing crumbs which is not your fault!). “So why did you call me back here?” you asked, scooping some granola onto your spoon.

“I need your advice on something and since you’re like the second most rational person,”

“Hey!”

“Don’t disrupt me. Just hear me out, “ Denki continued. You rolled your eyes but indicated for him to continue. “So it’s about Shinsou.”

This you perked up at. It’s obvious that the two of them have taken a liking towards one another, the whole office was talking about it! Well, everyone but Sero is talking about them. While Shinsou was easygoing, he seemed to have only opened to Denki.

“You sly dog, making the first move paid off, huh?” you teased. He flushed and waved a hand at your comment. “So what do you need from me? Cover-ups? I know when Iida takes his daily 15 minutes bathroom break, which mind you, is an excessive time considering that guy is so anal about wasting company time…”

“Thank you, (y/n), but it is not what I’m coming to you for today. Actually, tell me about this bathroom break story later,” Denki interjected. “Shinsou and I are just friends right now. Going at it slow since he doesn’t seem like the type to date someone after a month of knowing them.”

You nodded in agreement. Now that you think about it, Shinsou has only shared surface-level information with the office and barely any secrets or deep facts. Considering that half of the office is a nosy gossip group, you couldn’t blame him for being elusive that way.

“So he hasn’t shared anything beyond like the weather, coffee?” you asked.

“I mean I know about his family, his love for cats, but remember what happened during the meeting?” he explained. “Sero was like gazing daggers at us so I asked Shinsou if he did anything to him.”

“And? I know they have some sort of history,” you noted. Denki shook his head.

“He didn’t say anything besides that Sero and him do go way back. But he’s not interested in digging all of that up.” The two of you pondered for a bit, letting the information sink in. “I was hoping you would know why Sero is so iffy with him.”

“I wish I had an answer but I don’t. This is probably the only thing I don’t know about him,” you sighed. Sero is your best friend and there is nothing of the sort that you have yet to share with him (sort of). He wasn’t a closed book either and you did respect his privacy when it came to certain topics.

But the day Shinsou came, Sero did put a bit of distance between the two of you. He opted for client meetings during your lunches, leaving you to budge into Midoriya’s table. And if you ever had an inkling to ask about Shinsou, he would find an excuse to leave. So you’ve been walking on eggshells and the fact that Sero offered to go shopping with you was a step.

“Darn,” Denki pouted, leaning back into his chair. “I would pry more with Shinsou but I don’t want him to be uncomfortable any more than he already is. I guess we’ll have to be patient or whatever.”

You got up and threw your trash away. “They’ll tell us when they’re ready,” you reassured, patting his shoulder. “And don’t worry yourself. Shinsou likes you, whether it be as a friend or something more, trust me,” you winked.

He snorted and stood up as well. “Thanks for the boost. But even if things don’t exactly work out, at least he’s a decent friend,” Denki shrugged.

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Sero hated keeping things from you. Especially if it was something that he knew was going to keep him being present with you. Even as he was walking down the aisles of office chairs, his mind was on the exchange with Shinsou.

“Ooo, what about this one? It is Italian leather, soft cushions, and the lever thingy!” you pointed,

“It’s not the worst one we’ve seen today,” he teased, peering over you to glance at the price tag. When he got a glimpse, he grimaced. “$300 is too much. C’mon, let’s look for better ones.”

You sighed and trudged behind him. Despite being the one who was supposed to be looking for new chairs, Sero was the more active one in this search.

“We’ve been at this for 2 hours. I’m hungry and sleepy,” you whined, hitting him with your purse weakly.

He stopped and took a glance at his watch which you…finally noticed as it was never there before. Sure, he has had a watch before but it was one of those FitBits or just a sports watch that she mainly used for running.

“Hey when did you get that?” you asked, leaning over to take a closer look. It was definitely a lot fancier than what you were used to seeing on him.

“Oh, this? I recently got it as a gift,” he answered, giving you his wrist. You held it closer to your face, examining the details.

“So who gave it to you?” you questioned, handing him back his hand. He shrugged and turned to walk once more. “Um, sir, that was not an answer.”

“Does it matter who it is from?” he countered. Okay, he’s got you there.

“I guess not…” you grumbled, embarrassed that he was right. At the thought of his mysterious gift-giver, you still felt an odd feeling inside. Another puzzle piece.

Well, you don’t really have a right to question as to whom he was getting these gifts from but your heart clenched at the thought of him possibly having someone…Not that you cared though.

“C’mon, let’s write the ones you liked best and I’ll buy dinner,” he offered. You couldn’t turn down a free meal. You sighed and gave him a smile.

“I’d love that.”

the girls are fighting

- Kat (*¬*)

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CHAPTER NINE: a work wives’ brunch

chap. 8 || chap. 10

pairing: sero hanta x fem! reader

warning: language, alcohol

word count: 1520

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The Work Wives is not an exclusive club at all. Well, it’s only open to the women of the office, minus Midoriya, who is the honorary wife. You remembered starting at the office, being a moon-faced newbie with nothing but a new power suit on and a cup of chai in one hand. You were glad that Jirou immediately warmed up to you and took you under her wing.

You eventually grew to know Midoriya, Mina, and Ochako and formed the Work Wives. It originally started as a small hangout to know one another until it grew into a gossip column. Not that you minded the gossiping, you enjoyed it. There’s so much a receptionist can hear from their desk.

And here you are now, having brunch with your “ladies” at Midoriya’s place on a Sunday. The spread he prepared was a decadent array of savory to sweet crepes, fruit salad with a side of creme fraiche, and towers of mini finger sandwiches accompanied with mimosas or earl grey tea.

“Wow, you prepared us a tea party instead of a boozy brunch, but I’m into it!” Mina said in awe, drooling at the display of food.

You patted Midoriya’s back in approval, also drooling at sight. “Well done, husband! You have outdone yourself once again.”

“Hehe, thank you, ladies. I am just a mere househusband after all,” he teased, shrugging nonchalantly. He then ushered you and the rest of the party to sit down. “To Work Wives,” he cheered, holding up his flute of champagne.

The rest of you followed suit, clinking glasses together before digging into the plates. As you tucked into the food, the conversation trickled in like water, flowing in and out seamlessly.

“So, wives, I want to hear your opinions on Shinsou,” Ochako said after some time.

“Where to start?” Jirou laughed. “He’s so broody. Like those dark circles add to his emo vibes.”

“I think he’s got secrets under all that hair,” Midoriya added thoughtfully, rubbing his chin pensively. “And considering his work history, I was surprised he would come here instead of corporate.”

The rest of the group nodded in agreement. It was strange to know that Shinsou was such a well-accomplished man who was on the track of such success. The pay he was offered here was a good deal but nothing compared to a corporate salary.

“I also noticed how tense he is at the mention of Sero. Vice versa,” you noted.

“Yes! Like I was grabbing coffee in the breakroom, and Shinsou was in there. We struck up a conversation, you know, and it’s going swell until Sero walks in. And the guy just ups and walks out!” Ochako gasped. “Sero just shrugged at me, but he kept like…glaring? I’m not sure if that’s even possible on his face.”

You snorted at her. “Sero glaring? That’s hard to believe. He most likely was doing that squinty thing, like that look he has when he’s inputting data on the computer? Yeah, that one,” you suggested, imitating the expression.

“No, seriously. He seemed so angry, which I know is rare, but the guy was, whew,” she said, shuddering at the thought. “I never thought I would see the day where Sero has beef with an actual person.”

“He’s so calm and collected. Like he wouldn’t hurt a fly,” Jirou commented.

You continued to sit and listen, pondering in thought. True, Sero rarely gets upset at anyone. Even if the barista got his order wrong, he would simply tell them and wave off the mistake, even though it could make him late to work. And he doesn’t even get road rage at all! The times he’s driven you to buy supplies during rush hour, you have not seen him express an ounce of frustration.

You also knew that your friends would never lie about anything. They were all honest and too trusting to ever try and lie to you. You wanted to deny the idea of Ochako witnessing Sero’s rare look, but you remembered the few encounters of Sero’s and Shinsou’s interactions in the office.

“Listen, if Sero one day just ups and punches the guy, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Mina shrugged.

“He wouldn’t! You know he isn’t like that,” you protested. The party turned to one another and smirked. “What? Why are you all being like that?”

“Of course you would know, (y/n). He is your best friend after all,” Ochako cooed, causing your cheeks to heat up.

As you tried to defend yourself, a phone rang, making the whole group come to a pause. “Oh, it’s Todoroki. Do you guys mind if I take this call?” Midoriya noted, surprise evident on his face.

The group assured him that it was okay after one too many apologies from the HR rep. He took his phone and stepped into another room.

“Man, when will they get together?” Mina sighed, sipping her mimosa. The rest of you all hummed in agreement.

“They would be cute. Like the bubbly, friendly boyfriend with a silent, intimidating partner,” Ochako offered. “The dynamic is perfect. They balance each other out!”

“It’s too bad Midoriya doesn’t want to date him. Like, please, if I got the chance to hop on the CEO train, I’d never look back,” Mina said, leaning back in her chair. “The guy is rich, handsome, and a great listener. The bar has never been any lower.”

You all burst out laughing just as Midoriya had walked back in. “What’s got you gals laughing? It better not be about me,” he warned lightheartedly.

“No, we just agree on how low the standard has been,” Jirou sighed.

“I mean, out of all the guys in the office, there’s only one I’d date,” Mina pointed out.

“Ooh, tell us!” you urged. The mischievous glint in her eye was supposed to be a warning for you, yet you didn’t expect the name that came out of her mouth.

“I’d date Sero,” she proudly answered, turning to the rest of the group. While they all agreed and made comments of approval, you felt your stomach sink for a moment. You tried to play off your silence as pondering in thought but that was to no avail.

“He is the office sweetheart. I totally see it,” Ochako agreed. “Too bad he’s not interested in anyone in the office~”

“I mean I see him with a certain person all the time,” Midoriya commented, nudging you playfully. You rolled your eyes and pouted to yourself.

“(Y/n), you better share with us! Remember our sister wives’ promise?” Jirou laughed, leading the whole group in boisterous cheers.

“Yeah (y/n) don’t be greedy!”

“Spare some of him for the rest of us!”

The laughter simmers down just as the food and drinks have slowly decreased. The afternoon sun lazily shines rays into Midoriya’s living room as the party relocated to the couches. “Well, it’s been lovely but it’s time for me to head home,” you sighed, standing up.

The group exchanges goodbyes and helps clean up. As you put on your coat, Midoriya offers to walk you down to your car. The two of you head down to the parking garage, walking in comfortable silence.

“This is me. Thank you again for hosting brunch. I hope it wasn’t too much,” you said, turning to him. He waved a hand, giving you a smile.

“It wasn’t a big deal. Besides I love hosting you guys. It gives my hoards of dishware a purpose,” he chuckled. “Anyways, drive safe. Text me when you get home.”

“Of course,” you hugged him. “Oh, what was the call about?”

“He just asked me to stop by tomorrow to talk about Shinsou’s performance this past month,” he said. “It’s a routine thing for new employees.”

“Ahh, of course. Nothing else, I presume,” you smirked. He rolled his eyes and shoved you away, making you laugh. “I’m kidding, please.”

“Sure sure. Anyways, about Sero earlier…” he started. You held a hand up to stop him.

“I’m not upset. I mean, I shouldn’t even have the right to be upset anyway,” you shrugged, hoping he would buy your act of nonchalance. Midoriya raised an eyebrow to which you avoided his gaze.

“(Y/n), how long are you going to keep it quiet. I know you’re going to tell everyone eventually but–”

“I’m fine,” you sternly interjected. You watched his green eyes look at you with pity, making the sinking feeling in your stomach amplify even more. “I promise. I’m just not ready yet but when the time comes, I’ll do it.”

“You know it’s not fair to keep him holding on. He’s going to need an answer,” Midoriya sighed. You felt like a child getting scolded by a parent.

“He knows my answer. We just need…time,” you said hesitantly. As much as you wanted to persuade Midoriya that you were okay, he could easily read you. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright,” he nodded. He hugged you one last time before allowing you to step into the car. As you watch his retreating figure in the rearview mirror, the feeling in the stomach never went away.

ngl I’m not a fan of breakfast but I love brunch ‍how about you guys

- Kat (★^O^★)

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CHAPTER EIGHT: cars and coffee

chap. 7 || chap. 9

pairing: sero hanta x fem! reader

warning: language!

word count: 2060

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Weeks have flown past since Shinsou’s arrival. He became acclimated quite quickly and was welcomed by the other members. You were glad that he wasn’t feeling out of place, making your job a bit easier in reporting back to Iida.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you pulled up to the parking lot, seeing that the coffee shop you were heading to had a relatively small line. The morning rush was always a bitch to deal with, so you decided that you’d rather deal with the decentcoffee in the office than run late with greatcoffee.

As you walked inside, already listing the orders in your head mentally, you caught a flash of red hair. And there was only one redhead you could think of. “Kirishima!”

Kirishima’s back suddenly tensed up, and his body whipped around so quick, you thought he snapped his spine in half. “Hey, (y/n)!” he quickly greeted, speed-walking towards you.

How suspicious of him, you thought. “Did someone have too much caffeine this morning?” you interrogated. He just laughed loudly, a sign of nervousness that you were all too familiar with.

“Me? No, not me. I’m just so happy you’re here! I usually get coffee alone, you know, with no one…at all,” he dismissed. Kirishima placed an arm around your shoulder, and you noticed how tense his body was.

He even went as far as to walk you up to the cashier and paid for your order. While you could go along with the free coffee, knowing what he was hiding would be much juicer.

“You feel as if you’re about to snap. Seriously, out with it,” you demanded, removing yourself from his embrace. “You say you’re not with anyone, which if you’re trying to lie, you never mention the one thing you’re actually trying to hide.”

He bit his lip, looking over his shoulder often. When you tried to glance around him, he quickly blocked your view. “What is it? You know you could tell me,” you sighed. “When have I betrayed you?”

“Um, when I asked you to save me the last everything bagel, and you gave it to Midoriya? What was that, hm?” he argued.

“Okay, okay, so I had my moments. But seriously, you can trust me. I know you have someone, whether it be a secret boyfriend or girlfriend or partner, you can tell me!” you urged.

Kirishima seemed conflicted in himself, looking between you and the direction of the presumed mystery person. Finally, he sighed, “I can’t. Even if I wanted to tell you, I can’t.”

Watching the thoughts swirl around on his face, you decided not to pressure him any further. “It’s fine. I shouldn’t have pressured you in the first place, sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m just not ready to share this with everyone just yet, you know? It’s like there’s some stuff you want to keep private from the office since everyone has to know everybody’s business,” he said, giving you a grin.

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I get what you mean. We are a nosy bunch,” you noted. “I keep stuff to myself too, especially stuff that I don’t want the Work Wives knowing.”

You turned to see Kirishima’s lips turned up to a smug grin, a sight you did not like. “What?” you asked, glaring.

“Nothing, I didn’t say anything,” he shrugged, turning away from you. You smacked his shoulder, making him yelp in surprise.

“I’ve had it with your secrecy! Tell me, or I’ll punch you,” you threatened. You even put up a fist to show how serious you were.

“Alright! I was just thinking about you, and…” Kirishima mumbled. The last part was so jumbled you leaned forward to catch it, yet Kirishima quickly stopped, looking away in embarrassment.

“You were so smug, and now you’re withholding,” you scolded.

“I was saying that I thought of you and Sero when you mentioned understanding me!” he exclaimed, avoiding your gaze.

You felt your cheeks heat up, and your stomach dropped at what he said. “That doesn’t! You’re making assumptions! We’re friends, dummy!” you objected.

“Am I wrong, though? I mean, you two are always together and going off on secret dates during lunch. Oh! You even ordered coffee for him. I know that man’s drink when I see it,” he protested, pushing back.

“I’m leaving. Thanks for the coffee, and DON’T mention anything. I’ll do the same,” you said quickly, grabbing your stuff. You sprinted out of the store with the drinks, collapsing in the car.

Kirishima was left at the table, watching your car hightail out of the parking lot. As he watched your car leave, he heard the chair next to him slid out. “Was I too mean? I mean, everyone knows they have something going on.”

He turned to face Bakugo, who merely shrugged. “I wouldn’t know and I don’t care, dumbass.” He sipped his coffee and returned back to his phone.

Kirishima sidled up to his side, leaning his head onto his shoulder. “Did you wait long? We should get to work soon,” he pointed out, giving his boyfriend a wide grin.

“Mm. Not that long. I managed to get in another sale while waiting for you though,” Bakugo grinned back. He finished the last of the drink and stood up. “Time to go.”

Kirishima reluctantly stood up, and the two men head to their cars. And just like that, the workday begins.

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Bakugo Katsuki was a formidable salesmen. His record was to beat and his impeccable rapport with his clients was tough to crack. Funny enough, he was quite disliked amongst peers as he always seemed closed off and well, rude.

It wasn’t like he was being mean on purpose. He just doesn’t have any means or purpose to interact with all these “extras”. What do they have to contribute to his success? Nothing. His boyfriend says that’s a mean thing to say but what can people do? Did any of them get Salesman of the Year 4 years in a row?

When he first joined Might Papers, Todoroki got a recommendation from Bakugo’s previous boss in Tokyo. He initially asked for a position at the corporate office but the CEO placed him in the fairly new Musutafu branch.

“You’re a good salesman and they need a front runner in the sales department there. If you can bring the branch profit within one year, you can move back to Tokyo and be a part of the corporate team,” is what Todoroki said.

So he took the wager and did indeed exceed the expectations. Yet while he was there, he met the incomparable red-headed accountant. And now here he is, 5 years later as the sales department head and (happily) dating his boyfriend of 3 years.

After he was hired by Iida, it was up to him to manage the sales section so that meant hiring another salesman. While he tried to convince Iida that he was more than capable to handle all of their clients, Sero Hanta arrived months later.

He was a good salesman with adequate communication skills, flair, and charm. That was something Bakugo couldn’t deny. He was a good asset, able to follow instructions, could handle tasks independently but his problem was…

“By the way, your mom called, a lovely woman by the way, and she said that she’ll be coming over next to see the office. What should I wear? Casual? Tux? I really want to make a good impression,” Sero said as Bakugo arrived at his desk.

“Don’t talk to my mom, you creep. And why did she call you?” Bakugo snarled, dumping his work bag on the floor.

Sero chuckled, shaking his head. “She never told you?”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes at his deskmate. “No. What did you do?”

He quickly put up his hands and backed away slightly. “She called my extension on accident one day and then she liked me so much, you know, we started regularly chatting about you. And she keeps asking me to come over for dinner so maybe I’ll accept her offer,” he shrugged, grinning.

Before Bakugo could vault over his desk to strangle him, Iida popped his head out of his office calling for Bakugo. “We’re not finished here,” he threatened, walking towards Iida.

“Oh, I can’t wait!” Sero teased, cackling as he turned back to his computer.

Bakugo closed the office door and realized he was not the only one Iida called in. “Shinsou,” he acknowledged.

The purple-haired salesman just nodded as a greeting, just the right gesture Bakugo likes. “Is there something you need from us?” Shinsou asked.

“I need you two to head over to a potential new client. They’re roughly an hour away and here is all the background you’ll need,” Iida explained, handing Bakugo a folder. “I hope you two are okay with this task.”

“Is Sero too busy to take this one?” Bakugo gruffly asked, flipping through the papers.

“I need him here to assist me in another job. I trust you can handle this accordingly,” Iida remarked, raising an eyebrow. “I hope I don’t get another scathing phone call from corporate.”

Bakugo just scoffed and stood up, gesturing Shinsou to stand up as well. “Alright, alright. We’ll get going.”

“And please don’t get sidetracked, we don’t need another…”

“Incident! I know!”

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Shinsou stepped into Bakugo’s car, not really expecting much but it surprisingly shocked him. Approaching it, Shinsou thought that the grouchy deskmate would drive something muscle-like or intimidating. Yet what he sat in was a modest Hyundai Ionic, furnished with a red wheel cover and a skull air freshener hanging.

“Smells like…a caramel latte, “ Shinsou noted, looking around the vehicle.

“Probably from the one I got this morning,” Bakugo huffed, getting himself situated. “If you don’t like the smell, you can put the window down a smidge.”

“To be honest, I thought you’d be the type to get a muscle car or maybe even a truck. I don’t know, something big,” he commented. Bakugo glanced at him and chuckled.

“This baby here is an all-electric vehicle. She barely costs me a dime cause there’s no need to pay gas and rides smooth like butter. I don’t need anything else. Also, I know that the day comes when Sero pushes my last button, he won’t hear me coming,” Bakugo smirked.

“…”

“…”

“Anyways, I heard you and Sero know each other,” Bakugo coughed, quickly shifting the attention.

In the corner of his eye, he saw Shinsou tense up. When Kirishima told him over dinner one night of how Sero and Shinsou both tense up when they hear the other’s name, Bakugo (who is definitely not nosy at all) knew that something was up. Especially after that elevator ride, it piqued his attention event more.

“Yeah. We uh, started at the same company together out of college,” Shinsou answered tentatively. “He and I were salesmen together before I left.”

“Wow, you got to see him at his dorky phase,” Bakugo smirked. “He must’ve been so lanky and nerdy looking.”

Shinsou could only politely laugh along, although the conversation was clearly making him feel uncomfortable. Bakugo decided he might just try to push his luck. “Well, the two of you, I guess, got to work together often huh? How was he?”

The question made him hesitate for some time before he answered. “He wasn’t the easiest to work with.” Now, this caught Bakugo’s attention.

Everyone knew that Sero was the chill guy, the one who you could go clubbing with or have a smoke session and know that he’ll have the good stuff (Not that Bakugo would know). He would give you a hug and a shoulder to cry on and was the one that made the whole room laugh.

“That’s a shocker to hear,” Bakugo remarked. “Granted, I’m the last person to even like an ounce of that guy but with the rest of our office, he’s the easygoing one.”

Shinsou chuckled. “I guess so. Maybe it was just young Sero that was difficult to bear with.”

Bakugo just hummed in thought. The rest of the drive continued in silence. Yet Bakugo couldn’t shake the feeling in his gut that there had to be something more. And he was going to find out even if that meant he would have to endure a conversation with a shaggy-haired salesman.

sero spill the beans already smh

- Kat (*¬*)

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