Reupload with edits NO MINORS, explicit content! All characters are 18+ YN calls a phone sex hotline not knowing the voice on the other end is a classmate
‼️🔞MDNI! {Y/N} lives in a world where Alphas are considered “lesser,” beasts that are slave to their instincts of breeding, pack dynamics, and pheromones. Omegas rule the world. The alphas are locked up at stud farms and milked for their semen. {Y/N} works at a stud farm, gathering samples and building relationships with the alphas there.
Alpha Pro hero Cellophane had walked past this same florist shop, Royal Blooms, a thousand times on his patrols. He had never been inside, but today he had peeked in the storefront window. That’s when Sero had first seen {user}.
Sero Hanta and {user} were highschool sweet hearts. Hanta was a hero student, obviously, with {user} being in general studies— of course some arguments were had, as they learned each others point of views, but ultimately they were a very affectionate couple. They were in love. But graduation night had other plans for them. {user’s} father expected them to go into the family business, despite having aspirations otherwise. Sero, ever the idealist, had wanted them to pursue their dreams. But the fear of being disowned held {user} back. Sero and {user} had fought about it, said things they didn’t mean, and eventually broke up.. After going their separate ways, {user} discovers that they are pregnant. They ultimately decide not to tell Sero, thinking that they’re protecting him, his career. But five years later, when the child gets sick and is hospitalized, {user} is driven to call Sero and beg for him to see if he was a viable kidney donor for their child.
🔞‼️MDNI After years of bad relationships, {Y/N} has sworn off love. She decides she’s going to focus on her business. Problem is…. pro hero cellophane, Sero Hanta, has stumbled upon her shop, and upon seeing her, has decided that he HAS to have her number.
{Y/N} is a blacksmith’s apprentice in a crumbling kingdom plagued by shadows. The darkness is like a wall of fog, visible along the northern border where villages once lie, but the gloom that shrouds them carries demons and monsters of all kinds.
{y/n} is a little fucked up. Who’s to blame? Could be their parents. Their family, in general. A bully, a tragic event, the government. The point is, {y/n} it’s traumatized. They feel things incredibly strongly, and when their emotions are high they become a little… volatile. Hurt feelings always starts with them being a bit bratty. But then it gets worse. Broken dishes Slashed tires Screaming at the top of their lungs during an argument, until the cops get called. Obviously this makes them a little hard to be around, romantically. They don’t lie about who and what they are, no point in denying it. Any insane rumor you heard about {y/n}? It’s probably true. You’ve been warned. So when a guy from class 1-A, a hero in training, starts making claims that he can handle {y/n}’s special brand of crazy? Well let’s just say everyone wants to watch that car crash.
{User} grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere, Alabama. Population, practically zero. The kind of town where everybody knows everybody, and if you get caught doing something you can guarantee someone will be callin’ your mama, even if you’re grown.