Pirate! Sero And Mermaid! Reader…

★﹒₊‧almost meeting the parents (?)

< cw/ talks of commitment issues but doesn't talk about source. reader doesn't make any sense. sero is the best boyfriend ever. sero calls reader: princess, sweetheart, baby, hun. i think that's it ? >

guilt. not a very good emotion to be plaguing your mentality. sero had invited you to meet his parents twice now. you agree at first ! over the moon but then something comes up. that something is a weird feeling that scares the shit out of you. you don't even know what it is, all you know is it sneaks up on you when sero mentions anything that might insinuate you guys moving further in your relationship. i.e, meeting his family.

sero was your first real boyfriend. or at least the first boyfriend you didn't just break up with because things were getting too serious too fast. they were only 2 month relationships and they were already pestering you about meeting their family and talking about your future together! like get a grip man!! we're 16!! but sero, he took things slow which you were grateful for. but it's been about 6 months since you guys started seeing eachother, and 3 months since he asked if he could be your boyfriend. you always loved the way he worded it. "can i be your boyfriend" it didn't sound like he was the prize to be won, you were. maybe it's your inflated ego that caused you to like he's asking so much. regardless, things with him have been perfect. perfect until he asked you at the beginning of the month to come with him to his monthly family dinner. his family is pretty close and since he's away at hero school and his eldest sister is in uni, his parents wanted a set date, once a month where they all came together again. when he first asked you were beyond excited! you've heard the many stories of his younger brothers, the trouble his sister got him into a few years earlier, and his adorable baby sister. but as you thought of what this meeting meant, your anxiety only increased until you had to tell him in a short text message that you couldn't go this time, and next time for sure ! he brushed it off and things went back to normal for another 2 weeks until he asked again. his sister got engaged and they were all celebrating again at his parents house, and again the same thing happened. sero was always so understanding. he knew how hesitant you were to even be in a relationship in the first place. you didn't tell him why but he's a smart boy and kinda figure out it was more or less to do with commitment issues.

now back to you feeling guilty. you brushed him off twice now to meet his family. you knew he talked about you, they were pretty close and you even knew he asked his sister for advice before hand in asking you out. so it wasn't that you were scared of them not liking you. you were scared of the realness that comes with meeting the parents. when you and sero were seeing eachother casually at first, no one knew. well they did but they didn't talk about it. when he asked if you guys could officially date, be boyfriend and girlfriend, he only told denki and his family outright, everyone eles kinda caught on or already assumed you two were dating. so in your mind you guys were able to stay in your little private bubble. away from judging eyes and overly personal questions about you two. but with family you can't exactly start showing up and wait for them to figure it out. you wanted to meet his family, you really did but when relationships get real they get messy. more people involved meaning more problems, more people that have to like you. not to mention the announcement of "this is my girlfriend" OMFG NO! EMBARRASSING! GET ME OUT! why couldn't it stay just the two of you. in your little bubble where no one knows anything about you two. now meeting his family doesn't mean he's going to tell them everything about you, you knew that but that doesn't ease the anxiety.

"y/n? hun can i talk to you?" oh god. his voice. he sounds so unsure and ... hurt? oh my god did someone hurt him!? "mm? oh, of course, han. what's up?" you turn to see his eyes dart to the ground and walk in with his head low, which was particular enough. sero always held his head high with confidence. you motioned for him to join you on your bed. "well, be completely honest with me, ok?" "yeah of course. what's going on?" you go to caress his arm that's keeping him stable on your mattress. "so, i've invited you over to meet my family twice now," oh shit. "and you agree but then dryly text me that something came up and you couldn't go anymore." your eyes feel so dry and hot. this is it. you think, he's done. of course he would want a girl that is willing to meet his parents, it's been half a year for goodness sake. your eyes start getting even more dry until, they start getting wet. seros eyes meet yours and he's filled with confusion and worry. "hey, it's ok. i'm so sorry baby. what did i say? what happened?" so understanding... he's so great why do you have to be so difficult? you try to speak but you realize your full on crying right now. your knees brought up to your eyes by you and you're trying desperately to stop. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry i don't know why i just. the first time i started thinking. and then the second time i started thinking about what i thought about the first time." you weren't sure if you were making sense to him but he pulled you in his lap and rested your head in his neck as he scratched your back gently. "shh, shh, it's ok darling. can you tell me what you were thinking about exactly?" he asked in a comforting voice. "i- uh. i don't even really know." wrong. you did know you just, couldn't put it into words right now. "i just knew that whenever i thought about how it would happen, i got really anxious, i think and i couldn't breathe and i just wanted to stay like this. where no one knows and we just stay away from everyone's stupid questions forever." ok that definitely didn't make sense. you knew it. he kinda of knew it but still acted like what you said made total sense. "sweetheart, that's totally ok. you don't have to meet them or even think about them until your ready. i'm not leaving you that's for sure." he said lightheartedly, "just breathe for me real quick." "i want to meet them i really do!" you tired lift your head up but he just pulled you back down and laid in your bed. "shh princess, it's ok. you seem so tired recently. just close your eyes, and breathe." and you did. you closed you eyes, inhaling his cologne and absorbing his body heat as you lulled yourself to sleep. you made a promise to yourself that you would deal with this and talk to him more about this when you woke up.

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﹒₊‧midoriya is the best to take care of you when your sick.

growing up with just his mother he's learned a lot from her. in my head this means that he is a really good caretaker and knows just what to do to make you feel even a little bit better. <3

when he hears you're sick he comes by before school, on his lunch break, and right after school to check on you. he brings you your favorite soup and and brings you a big thing of water to drink. he sets up a little station with an electric tea kettle with water and herbal tea, over the counter medicine to help with the fever and a bucket of ice to cool the wash cloths. he puts your hair up (bc having hair in your face while your sick and sweaty is the worst) and places a cool washcloth on your forehead and lets it sit before gently wiping it around your face, under your eyes, down your nose, across your cheeks & behind your ears. izuku is at your beck and call during this time. if you need absolutely anything just text him and he'll be sprinting over. ofc he gathers all your work from classes you missed even if they were out of his way, and when ur better he does his best to help you out with some of it, considering you missed the lessons.

basically izuku midoriya is the best boyfie (2nd to sero)₊‧

<a/n: i'm currently sick, covid :(, and i had a dream abt this>

sink your teeth into my flesh | s. hanta

s: Sero’s jealousy flares once more after you reconnect with your high school crush during hero patrol, rekindling old memories and ugly insecurities he had buried deep inside. Just how far would he go to show you he's only trying to protect you?

w: smut, angry sex, jealousy, Sero gets slapped (in a non sexual way, but he deserves it)

n: how do we feel knowing there's only one more chapter left???!!!!! beta read by my queen @jemifis | read on ao3

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10 years ago

“Okay,” you say, leaving the minuscule bathroom in your dorm room and showing off your new dress to Sero, who was sitting on the edge of your bed. “What do you think?”

He looks up from his phone and pauses, taking in your blue dress and sandals, makeup and hair done. You look beautiful. His heart skips a beat and his face reddens when you spin around, smiling.

“It’s- fine .” He looks away, forcing himself to not look love-sick.

“Fine?” Your smile drops.

“It’s okay.” Sero shrugs. “I don’t understand why you have to go, though.”

You sigh. “Not this again.”

He stands up from your bed and crosses his arms.

“I’m serious. Monoma hates our class, why would he want to go out with you?”

“Wow, Sero. Thank you.” You turn around to enter the bathroom again, but Sero catches you before you do.

“No, I mean!” He holds your elbow, turning you to face him, “Why would you want to go out with him?”

“He makes me laugh,” you shrug.

“That’s not very hard to do, is it?”

“ Hanta! ”

“I’m just saying! You deserve better.”

You lean on the doorframe, head resting on the wooden structure, as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Are you jealous?” You smile, crossing your arms.

The question makes him jump, widening his eyes, “What?! Of course not!”

Sero turns his back on you, taking large steps to make some distance between the both of you. You just laugh, taking one last look in the mirror, ready to go out.

“Well, I’m going, whether you like it or not.” You declare, grabbing your purse from your desk.

“Fine. Have fun then.”

“I will!”

…

Now

“So, funny bumping into Monoma today, right?” Sero says, dropping himself on your bed.

It’s a Friday night and you were doing some chores peacefully in your bedroom, until he barged in through the window.

“You know you can use the door, like a normal person, right?” You say, dropping a bunch of clean laundry to fold and put it in your closet. Sero is still wearing his hero suit, helmet under his arm, sweat glistening on his temples. “And don’t lie on the bed with that gross suit!”

“You seemed to like the suit the other day…” He gives you a shit eating smile.

You just roll your eyes and turn your back to him, hiding the fact that you might look flustered. Walking to your closet, you pull out a spare pair of shorts and a shirt you’d always keep for when he’d show up unannounced like tonight.

“Here.” You throw the clothes at him, “Change your clothes. I just put on clean bed sheets.

Sero sighs, hopping from the bed and undressing. “You seemed so happy to run into him.”

“Who?”

“Phantom Thief,” he says, referring to Monoma’s hero name.

During a patrol round together, you and Sero ran into your old high school crush, Neito Monoma. He recognized you on the spot and you both engaged in a pleasant conversation that lasted longer than it should have, in Sero’s eyes. It’s not like he was jealous or something – he was –, but seeing you smiling and laughing with another guy made him annoyed. Sero tried to chime in a few times, but, apparently, you and Monoma had your own inside jokes and memories to reminisce about.

At the end of the conversation, Monoma even asked for your contact information so you could keep in touch, and you happily obliged. It did leave a bitter taste in Sero’s mouth to see you eagerly type your number in on his phone, but he kept quiet on the way back to the agency.

What broke the camel’s back was when Sero was on his break, after you went home, mindlessly scrolling through his phone when he saw a picture of you, him, and Monoma on a shitty gossip website. You looked so happy talking with Monoma in the picture, as Sero stood behind you, only half of his body in the frame.

It made his blood boil.

“Yeah, it was nice to see someone from school,” you answer, folding a T-shirt, “someone that isn't from our friend group, that is.”

“Especially him, right?” He kicked his shoes off, crossing his ankles.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, you used to go out with him a lot “

You snort, “Please, it was one date. He was late and it was super awkward. Remember how I kept avoiding him and then you and Bakugou had to scare him away?” You laugh, fond of the memories.

“I remember you being giddy about going out with him.”

You pause. “Are you jealous?”

Sero hesitates for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip. “No.”

“Oh my god, you are!” You bark out a laugh, throwing your head back, “that's new.”

He scoffs, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. His annoyance grows by the second and he can’t even look at you right now. You walk to him, and go around your bed, patting his head in a condescending way.

“Aw, don't worry about it, you know you're the only one who can make me come.”

“Me and Kaminari apparently,” he mumbles, referring to last week when you and him had some fun with Kaminari at his apartment.

“Oh, here we go again,” you sigh, rolling your eyes, “if I knew it was going to be a problem, I wouldn't have gone along with it.”

“You even squirted all over him!” He hops off the bed to face you better.

“Hanta…” you sigh again, “where is this coming from? I thought you were okay with it–”

“I was, until you started moaning to him, like a whore –”

As soon as the word left his mouth, your hand made contact with his face in a hard slap. You were always quicker than him, your reflexes sharper than his. He stares at you dumbfounded, mouth agape. You stare back, pupils dilated and a deep frown between your eyebrows.

“What the fuck–”

You don’t get to finish as Sero’s mouth is suddenly on yours, his hands cupping your face as he forces his tongue inside your mouth. You used all your strength to push him away and stare back at him for a moment, before kissing him back, giving in to him. The kiss isn’t like the sweet or heated ones you’ve exchanged before. It’s a fight for domination, to see who’s angrier at the other.

It’s a clash of teeth, biting of lips, as Sero reaches for the hem of your shirt and hastily pulls it over your head. You reach for the back of his suit, trembling hands looking for the invisible zipper that would give you access to him; you pull it down his shoulders as you both fall back into the mattress, him on top of you.

Sero kneels on the bed, quickly pulling your shorts down and undressing his suit right after. His toned body comes to view and you salivate at the sight, wanting to lick down his torso and give him the best blowjob of your life. You’re still angry at him, so you hold yourself back, even when he’s on top of you again, mouth on your neck, hand in your hair. He sinks his teeth on the soft flesh right under your ear, making you let out a cry. He’s never been this rough with you, it’s definitely a new sight. You’re not sure if you dislike it completely.

Before you realize, Sero flips you over, having you on your stomach, and pulls your hips up. You’re on your fours now, completely bare to him, but you face the full body mirror you have in front of your bed. Your hair is all messy from Sero’s tugs and your lips are swollen and full from his rough kisses. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, full of lust, as he sinks inside you, not giving time for you to catch your breath. He thrusts inside almost immediately, only pausing to press his chest to your back, and tangle his fingers on your hair. His lips touch your right ear as he makes eye contact with you through the mirror.

“You like it when I’m rough with you?” He says, still thrusting hard inside of you. You don’t respond, still trying to catch your breath from being impaled by his dick just moments ago. Sero pulls your hair even harder when you’re about to close your eyes, so you look back at him, “You like to be treated like a slut, don’t you?”

“Shut–”

“I saw your face when I called you a whore. It makes you horny.”

You hate it. You hate it that he’s right. You hate to admit, even to yourself, that when he called you a whore, you acted out on instinct, slapping him, but the word sent a wave of arousal to the middle of your legs. What made you even more turned on was the look in his eyes when you slapped him. His pupils dilated right after the initial shock.

“Shut up.” You push him away from you, making him lie back on the bed.

You lock eyes, tension crackling like static in the air; pushing him back almost roughly, you straddle his face, grabbing a fist full of his hair. Sero immediately grabs your hips and sinks his mouth on you, despite every cell of his body telling him not to give you the satisfaction. You throw your head back as he latches onto you, sucking and licking and rubbing just the way you like it. When you orgasm, your grip on his hair tightens and you ride his face with no shame.

Sero squeezes the flesh of your hips as you get off him, moving to sit on his cock. He glides in easily with you so wet and open for him and the position allows you to feel every inch of him. You try to control the twitches of your body, so overstimulated that you can barely move, but you do your best.

“Why were you jealous today?” You breathe out as you bounce on his cock, using his chest for support. Sweat drips down your nose onto his forehead as you stare intensely into his eyes. When he doesn’t respond, you slap your hips on his, making him let out a moan. “Why, Hanta?”

“Shit, fuck!” He curses, eyes closed and fingers digging into your skin. You know he’s close, but you wish he was closer because your legs are burning and you feel them giving in. “Fuck, angel, it’s because I love you!”

You stop, eyes wide and heart beating fast. Sero opens his eyes, widening them.

“You love me?” You ask, gasping for air.

“I have to go.”

“What?!” You’re confused now, as he’s still inside you.

Sero pushes you away from him, quickly pulling his suit up as he tries to step into his shoes. You stare at him, dumbfounded and speechless as he makes his way to the bedroom window. Before you realize, he’s gone without a word.

And you’re sitting on the bed, still naked and sweaty, words sinking in.

Your best friend loves you back.

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caught in the middle // sero hanta

when the only thing keeping you two apart is bro-code

a/n: birthday request from @sillykoalawasteland <3 happy birthdaayyyyyy i hope this was fun for youuuu

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She didn't erase all my pain or offer to solve all of my problems. She didn't fix everything that was broken. But that's not what I needed anyway. Not really. What mattered most was that... she stayed.

Sero thoughts!

Masterlist!

In my mind Sero can play the guitar and the ukulele so beautifully and he can also sing, I feel like he would actually have that scratchy raspy singing voice that's so pretty and relaxing loll!! and its a plus he also can sing in Spanish because again in my mind Sero is half Mexican half Japanese. Sero one time stayed up to 3am to write a song for you and when he played it for you you literally started tearing up because is was so beautiful and full of love. Sero is such a love struck boy like seriously you do something to that boy he is absolutely OBSESSED with you to the point it's so adorable. Most of the time he doesn't really sing in Spanish because he feels like his voice isn't as good as it is when he sings normally (which is such bs) but if you beg him (ask once) he'll do it for you because ur his sweet little baby! If you ask him so sing you too sleep he usually always sings in Spanish then because you mentioned one time before y'all were dating that weirdly Spanish music helps you fall asleep so now every time you ask him to he sings in Spanish. He's so lover boy coded guys like idk what it is about him but something abt him just gives off such lover vibes and its so cute SIGHHH I wish he was real :(

Songs he would sing to you:

fluff ⊹ college au

as much as he hates to admit it to himself, osamu is struggling. 

he wants to be strong — someone you could depend on, someone you could run to when life’s wearing you down, someone you could simply feel content and safe with. his thoughts were plagued with the notion that he was anything but that someone to you. 

and that’s why he does everything in his ability to bring that radiant smile — the one he finds himself daydreaming about — to the curve of your lips. 

while his friends go out to dingy frat houses, singing at the top of their lungs as they celebrate their freedom and youth, osamu picks up the night shift at the diner by his apartment. he started working there his first year, hoping to make some extra money so his mom wouldn’t have to worry about him from miles and miles away. the owner was a sweet man, roughly in his 60s, often humming an incomprehensible tune as he chopped vegetables and meat. truthfully, osamu didn’t mind working extra shifts while his friends went out (they’d call him boring and a workaholic, but he didn’t care). in fact, he was happy to make extra money if it meant that he could take you out to a fancy dinner (a local ramen restaurant), buy you dessert afterward (a quick stop to the convenience store with a smile on his face as he watches the light from the freezer section reflect in your eyes), and surprise you with flowers to end the night (hand-picked from the field a couple miles off campus). 

perhaps he should be living like the rest — either catching up on assignments in the library or coming back home stumbling and slurring his words. perhaps he should start saving his money like you always tell him to, but he’s only twenty and feels no reason to. 

he’d much rather be here, at the silver counter at the back of the diner kitchen, experimenting with different sauces while the man next to him hums the same usual love song. this time, the aura’s a bit different. the man has a smile on his face, he’s chopping the green onion at a slow beat as if there’s a metronome playing in his head. 

“son, ya like cookin’, don’t ya?” 

“i do, sir,” osamu continues to add garlic to the simmering sauce in his pan, a sugary sheen glazing over it. 

“why not cook at home? bring that special someone ya keep thinkin’ about,” he jerks his elbow towards osamu’s arm. 

“i like working here. i like the people, and the food, and the sounds.” 

osamu also likes how you visit him every friday when your classes end. without a doubt, rain or shine, you’ll glide into the diner with a soft smile on your lips. he likes how you walk over to the counter and ask him if there’s a ‘samu around. he also likes how you look behind him, checking on the man who’s too busy tapping his wooden spoon against the pot to notice, before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. and in that moment, he lets himself close his eyes, relax a little, melt into it like softened butter. 

and when you pull away, you see the sleepiness in his eyes. you always wonder how he goes to class, comes to work, goes to the library to work on assignments, and then rushes back to the diner after he eats so he can work another shift. bringing your hand up to cradle his cheek, you ask if he’s okay. he leans into the warmth of your skin for a second before giving you a quick nod. 

“i’m almost done with my shift. wanna go out for somethin’ in a bit?” 

“we don’t have to eat out today,” you tell him, tugging on his sleeve like you always do when you insist on staying in. 

“not even ice cream? ya said ya wanted to try that shit-lookin' chocolate one.” 

“if your shit looks like that i’m a bit concerned for you,” you tell him, twirling his sleeve around your fingers. his teeth peek out from his lips in a dimply smile, one that has you swooning. "no shit-lookin' ice cream today."

"then what do ya wanna do? it's friday night, ya should do something fun." you notice the way he excludes himself from his words.

"how about we just chill at my place tonight? watch a movie or something? i still have those chips you like," you insist. "and my roommates aren't home. stay as long as you want?"

oh, how 'samu loves your place — the comfort of your bed, your sheets that smell like you. he can't help but nod a bit too eagerly, catching your hand in his larger ones.

he gets back to work as quick as he can, not wanting you to leave you waiting, but truthfully, you don't mind. you watch his back flex in his black uniform as he wipes down the counter. osamu can feel your eyes on him, and suddenly he has love songs blooming in his mind, wisps of a sweet melody coursing through his veins.

you're too good for him, he thinks. you don't mind his chaste kisses when he's in a rush, or when he decides to nap on your shoulder between classes.

he throws his boss a quick wave before throwing on his jacket, shoving his arm into the sleeve as he stumbles towards the front of the diner to see you again. you look up at him with something like ardor and solace swimming in your eyes. placing a quick kiss to the top of your head, osamu slips his hand into yours.

"sorry, babe, took me longer than usual to check inventory," he apologizes, squeezing your hand a couple times as the brisk air touches your skin.

"'s all good. i like watching you work. you're all focused in there."

"gotta be or that man's gonna throw me out. how else am i gonna pay for your expensive ass drinks?"

"all that for a matcha with sweet cream cold foam," you squeeze his hand back in appreciation.

"yeah, well, don't wan' anyone else buyin' those for ya."

osamu's cute like this — nose all red from the cold, a wrinkle in his brow at the thought of someone else surprising you with your favorite drink every morning. atsumu thinks his brother has it bad for you ("down so fuckin' bad, dude," he'd say), and honestly, osamu agrees. he never thought he'd be excited to wake up at the crack of dawn to pick up your favorite coffee before your 8 am, or watch you get distracted by online shopping when you should've been doing your assignment. if love is seeing you at the end of each day, kissing your lips even when he's covered in condiments and oil, holding your backpack for you after a long day, then osamu wants it all.

because even when he should be worrying about the quiz he has tomorrow and the fact that he hasn't slept properly in the past four weeks, he starts to hum that familiar love song when you unlock the door to your apartment (it's become familiar to you, too, because that tune escapes his lips whenever you're by his side).

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