Girlfailure

perfect princess d. kaminari

In which you and Denki are married in hopes of you teaching him how to be a proper royal and you being a positive influence on him, but the two of you have different ideas in mind. Royalty au suggested by my lovely mutual @/bloomstream <3

His mom had him marry you, you'd be good for him, she said. You'd help him get manners and grow out of his childish phase.

If only she could see the two of you now.

You were living in your own palace with him, and the two of you were sitting on the bed, giggling about everything and nothing.

Denki often spent mornings smiling as you sat on the bed blowing bubbles and he ran around popping them, doing whatever he could to see you smile.

And most of all, she never got to see all the cheesy and childish pet names and pick up lines he used on you, flirting with you like you weren't already together.

But sure, you were a good influence.

A really good influence.

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happy valentine’s day kri 🩷 pls take a rest from the angst tdy !! id like to request “quiet, they’ll hear us..” with my one and only hanta sero, thank u in advance 🙏

authors note - happy late valentine’s day bloom!! <3 we’re taking a long deserved break from the angst!! i’m sorry this took so long, i hope you enjoy it :3

here’s the valentine’s day event, there’s still prompts available!! ⊹. warnings - nsfw content

sero hanta, the guy who sat next to you in your business class. 

that’s all you knew about him, but he knew everything about you. infact, he was obsessed with you. he knew all your classes, he knew your route to your dorm, he knew what drink you’d order at the café down the road whenever you hung out with izuku, and that ticked him off. you had no classes with izuku, and sero knew nothing about izuku, so why were you hanging out with him? 

sero was the biggest perv when it came to you, just you. nobody else had this affect on him, and it drove him crazy. his need to feel you grew stronger everyday, and especially on the days you’d come to class wearing outfits that revealed a little more skin than you’d usually show.

it drove him crazy that you were right next to him and he couldn’t do anything about it. you’d give him the gummiest smile, as he felt his blood flow abandon every single part of his body and shoot down to his cock, he’d manage to give you a small wave, as he tried to pay attention to whatever your lecturer was saying, but all he could think about was his hands snuck down your skirt, your spit pooling out of your mouth as you mewled on his shirt, while he finger-fucked you. 

right after your lecture ended, sero grabbed your hand pulling you towards the janitors closet, no reason given. sure he wouldn’t do anything right, he looked like a respectful young guy, always waving at you, smiling at you in the hallways, offering to carry your grocery bags into your dorm.

somehow. 

always. 

everywhere you were. 

so when you finally reached the janitors closet, and sero placed his lips against yours, why didn’t you push him away? why did you enjoy it? 

you barely knew him, he barely knew you, atleast you thought so. 

“i can’t do this anymore, i need to feel you-“ he panted heavily, his chest heaving as he let out shaky breaths. “sero-what-“

“call me hanta please.” he started “tell me you want this, please tell me you do, if you don’t, it’s fine, we can just pretend this never happened, i’ll change my seat and we can carry-“ you cut him off as you sloppily captured his lips into a kiss, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hand gripped onto your ass while the other pulled his pants down.  

sero finally pulled away, with a pop. he unbuttoned your jeans, letting them drop to your ankles, as he pulled your shirt up just enough to reveal your perked up tits, the ones he dreamed about almost every night since you sat next to him.

thank god for baby tees, he was not about to let a bra get in his way. sero pulled his boxers down, his cock bounced up touching his belly button, you watched pre-cum leak out of the slit, “all yours baby” he murmured as he slid a hand through his messy mullet, you were hungry for it. 

“give me the go-head and i’ll stuff you so good hm?” he caressed your cheek as he lined his cock with your entrance “just be quiet for me baby, can’t let anybody hear those pretty noises you make, they’re just for me” he muttered as he placed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“fuck me hanta-please-“ 

that was all he needed. sero slammed into you, pressing you up against the wall, as your head fell back, your mouth fell open, as he slid in and out of you, pounding you against the wall, right next to your business class. if anybody were close enough you were sure they could hear your muffled moans as sero stuffed himself inside you “been dreaming about this day since you sat next to me in that pretty pink skirt” you brokenly gasped as your eyes rolled back. sero grunted as he grabbed your hand, placing it ontop of your stomach, feeling the bump. “see that? feel how deep i’m in you baby” he let out a groan, as he watched you whimper, “m’ gonna cum!” 

“shhh baby, you don’t wanna let everybody know i’m fucking you that good do you?” 

“hanta!-“

“i got you baby,” your legs tighted around his waist as he held you close, his breath fanning against your neck “cum for me”

and you did, collapsing towards him, as both of you came down from the lasting high. 

he scribbled his number onto your arm after wiping you down and getting you into your clothes, tapping your cheek with two fingers, 

“let me fuck you properly later hm?” 

⋆˚࿔ melodies of us

you’re the songwriter for denki’s band! he’s the lead guitarist

contains: f!reader but feminine compliments used, pet names

authors note: my first smau!! i had sm fun with it cus i love denki sm :3 hopefully i didn’t fuck up his character LOL

Girls night~

Okay guys I swear I didn’t know they were famous IN MY DEFENSE NONE OF MY FRIENDS SHIP THEM and idk 😭😭 but well hi I’ll be drawing twiset nice to meet you all

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪ control. ft ; sero hanta

one ; sex is sex, and sero hanta has been through a hard week, you just so happen to be his saviour one random night. mdni. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!PARTYNEXTDOOR P4 ft ; mha boys

sero had one mission, just get his dick squeezed and leave. the man was sexually frustrated he couldn’t care for any small talk, he needed someone who needed to be fucked just as bad as he did. for some odd reason, you stood out to him. the backless cocktail dress, gleamed underneath the poorly installed ceiling lights, tattoos from your neck that drove down to your ankle, soft glimmering eyeshadow accompanied with bold cappuccino lips. for some reason, you screamed sex. sex with no strings attached. 

sero felt himself gliding towards you before he could even register moving. swiftly and smoothly, taking a seat on the barstool next to you, your lips still intact with the glass of martini, as you watched him without turning your head. 

placing your glass down, your freshly manicured nails tapped the marble surface. “i don’t need you buying me drinks, if that’s what you’re here for”  sero chuckled, as his tongue fiddled with his lip piercing, “aren’t you a cheeky one” taking in sero’s features, you took his wildly styled mullet into account, along with the white button-up that complimented his build, his face adorned with silver, just along his right eyebrow, the lip piercing he was currently playing with and earrings flooded everywhere they possibly could on both his ears. 

well fuck. 

“no strings attached.” you repeated, as sero walked you through his apartment. he chuckled as you looked at him, wondering if he was serious about this “told ya cutie, js’ need my dick relieved” 

you turned around, placing your hands on his chest, “i’m all yours then.” 

slipping the soft withery satin material off your glittery fragranced skin, sero nipped at your shoulder as your hands entangled into his messy hair, “let me be in control” he muttered inbetween nips, admiring the considerately placed marks, the same ones that would stare right back at you the next morning, reminiscing on the night before. sero placed you onto his plush duvet, carefully as if you were a glass rose, admiring the site infront him, fiddling hurriedly with his jeans, eager to get them off as he positioned himself infront of you, your hands splayed over your head, as you watched him impatiently rutting your hips. “look at you,” he cooed, “so eager for me hm?” 

he gently aligns his tip with your entrance, so slowly pushing in as you grab onto his bicep to steady yourself, holding your breath as you feel him slowly stretch you out, feeling a sudden pop causing a gasp to escape your lips. your legs hugged his waist, as he buried himself inside, you whined painfully, “atta girlll…i gotchu baby”  he reassured you as he caressed your chin. 

sero spoke to you as if he hadn’t met you in a bar and brought you into his home, just to fuck. sero reassured you and fucked you like he’s been doing it for years. 

placing gentle kisses along your collarbone, making sure to look up at you through his hazy eyes as he continues his movement. 

“mmm, yr’ so tight..”, he mutters beneath a groan,, building up his thrusts more rough, the pleasure so intense and unfamiliar as you whimper against his lips once he dips down to place a chaste kiss against yours.

you grabbed onto his bicep harder, as your legs tightened around his waist, alarming sero. 

“hm? what is it, pretty?”, he hums against your neck, his thrusts the perfect level of rough for you as he uses two of his long fingers to rub circles around your clit.

you gasp at the secondary pleasure from sero’s fingers, “feels too good.”, you manage to get out between broken breaths.

“no strings attached cariño”, he teases as you feel the gradual buildup of pleasure knotting in your stomach, your legs tensing up as you let out a string of soft moans.

“fuck, you gonna come? so fast?”, he lets out a breathy chuckle, speeding up his pace on your clit while his thrusts grow lazier and rougher.

you nod mindlessly, “i- i think so..”

“don’t think i’m far off either..”, he states, his voice growing hoarse as he feels his own buildup, letting out soft groans as he continues rutting into you.

once he starts feeling your pussy clench around his cock as your orgasm takes over, he’s absolutely done for, holding out for any second he could before pulling out quickly, pumping his cock over you as his cum sprays over your abdomen, his sweet moans echoing the walls of your room, as you came undone. 

you placed a kiss on his soft lips, as you tilted your head at him, teasing him “that look doesn’t really give no strings attached sex” 

“yeah? what are you gonna do about it?” 

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himiko who loves the way you let her indulge. she’ll find ways to curl around you, trace kisses into your skin, and delicately play with your hair any chance she gets. the way you amusedly smile at her has her melting into you all the more.

spontaneously, she’ll buy you all your favourite cakes and desserts, just to satiate her desire to see your delighted face. if she only she could plaster that sight onto every wall in the world, she would do it without a doubt. unfortunately, she knows her limits, so she’ll just have to stick with her lock screen.

she picks up the same hobbies as you, date nights in your room, to hear your elated voice fill out the space. you could talk for days, or throw her into every hobby in the world, and she still wouldn’t get bored with you around.

with tangled legs, she’ll bask in the way you nip at her jaw, and bury your head into her blonde hair. you’re warm, so deliciously warm. she’ll say something silly just to hear you giggle and shut her up with a kiss. because, as much as she likes to lose herself in you, she revels in the fact that you do the same.

do you think that when bakugo leaves the common room at an ungodly early hour, kirishima stands to go with him. do you think bakugo waits for him by the stairs. do you think they brush their teeth together even though kiri will be up for another two hours at least. do you think at the beginning of this little ritual, they said goodnight at the door, but now when bakugo enters his room, kirishima follows. do you think bakugo climbs into bed and kirishima jokes about following him in, about falling asleep at eight fucking thirty like an old man. he won’t of course. it’s a school night, and they have schedules to maintain. the space is still open in the bed anyway. do you think kiri kisses his eyelids and his knuckles and his forehead. do you think he pauses there. do you think they both don't want him to. do you think kirishima tucks him in, holding bakugo in the way he hasn’t allowed since he was small. do you think bakugo keeps him there longer than necessary, stretching the limit on what he considers an appropriate bedtime for just a second more of whatever this is. do you think kirishima knows he's going to hurt his back by bending over for so long, but he doesn't let go until bakugo does. do you think kirishima tells him to call me if you need anything, no matter what. do you think he says that every night. do you think bakugo calls. do you think kiri makes sure the little lamp that is not a fucking night light is on and the balcony doors are locked before he goes. do you think he gives bakugo one more kiss. do you think bakugo feels the safest he ever has.

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“miller's on your ass today.” 

you sighed, your gaze flickering from the beautiful, authentic sun setting over the city’s buildings to the blazing, sun-colored dork next to you.  

“i mean really—“ he pulled out a gummy bear— from what seemed to be his never-ending side pocket stash —and stuffed it into his mouth. “you’d think the divorce would give the old bastard a revelation or something. but noooo, he’s still a bitch.” his confident gossip bubbled down into a dramatic murmur as he eventually shrugged his shoulders. 

you sighed again, head dropping into your hands as it throbbed, too sc

rambled to focus on keigo's deep interest in your manager's love life. “i need a job.”

“you have two.” keigo retorted as he moved to cross his arms. 

“i need another one.” you massage your temples before letting your hands fall to your sides. 

keigo scoffed. “you’re really not making enough?” 

“not if i don't want to be drowning in student debt for the rest of my life.” you complained. 

keigo pressed his lips together and scrunched his nose. it was the face he made when he wanted to argue on but knew better than to. the back of his head hit the brick wall behind you two as he too, stopped to a sigh. “well, i hear there’s a new club down the block. LOVE, or something?”

“love? like the word?” your voice peaked as you looked at him. 

keigo's fingers twirled around the string from his waist apron. “something like that.” the blonde's eyes fell to the sunset. yours followed them. “a couple of guys in my historical art class were talking about going.”

“the hippie—?” 

keigo cut you off before you could finish your comment  “my point is,” he leaned closer— most likely for dramatic effect, “they’re probably hiring.”

it was your turn to press your lips together now. 

“bartending isn’t that bad.” keigo coaxed. you almost laughed at how fast he was able to switch his opinion on this idea. but keigo kept his eyes on the sun, like he was thinking about his plans for the future too. a better future. “plus the tips make it so worth it.” he titled his head toward you, shooting you a sly grin. he nodded his head, ‘yeah?’, as he nudged your shoulder. 

your cold façade cracked into a warm smile. keigo always found a way to cheer you up. it was stupidly ironic. “i’ll apply when i get home.” 

“and you swear we aren’t friends.” keigo scoffed and you showed no mercy when shoving his shoulder. he just laughed loudly. “midnight is doing pretty nice though. the regulars are cute and who knows, maybe miller will consider giving us raises.”

a chortle escaped your throat. “yeah. like shit.” your lips didn’t remain curled up for long. your eyes faltered to a determined degree, your mind sharp on your goal. you had always tried your best to fight for yourself, nothing about that would change. nothing would change. a high tension that you didn’t even realize you had dropped from your shoulder like anchors. you were secure. you were safe. 

keigo kicked a rock at the ground, “my shift ends in thirty so i should head in.” he pointed back at the door. you nodded your head, giving him a small wave as he turned to go back into the bar. 

the orange and yellow kissed hue from the sun tinted your face. you didn’t think about how long it'll actually take you to pay off your tuition. you didn’t think about the piles of homework you'd have to do when you got home. you didn’t even think about how you’d last the last half of this twelve-hour shift. 

you just closed your eyes and focused on the sunshine’s delicate mark on your skin. 

just a block down the packed city was LOV, whose grand opening last saturday had a total of twenty-three arrivals.

“told you this was a shit idea.” a gravelly voice opined as he flicked fresh ash from the window sill and let it fall onto the dirted path outside.    

a low voice snarled in response, bony fingers typing away on his computer. 

“don’t know why the old man—“

“shut up.” tomura snapped. 

touya just grinned, “whats got your panties in a bunch, boss?” he shook his head in amusement, a stupid grin unreasonably placed on his lip. “you had high hopes or something?”

“shut the fuck up.” tomura eyes didn’t leave his screen, they only squinted as he muttered something to himself and his fingers swiped across the mouse pad of his laptop. 

“god— are you like, virtually wired to the internet or something?” touya trudged over to tomuras set up, finding a comfortable spot on the back of his chair to rest his forearm on and inspect what tomura was so fixated on. 

touya (surprisingly) was stunned.

“what the fuck is that?”

his laptop displayed a website page for a bar named moonlight. the layout was impressive alone; the backdrop flashed photos of a variety of very satisfied customers at the bar. an animation of a sparkling star shot across the top of the site, lighting up the bars boldly displayed name. and even—

“shit.” touya voice dropped to a whisper, mouth hanging dangerously close to tomuras ear. “look at that. they even got an interactive menu.” he disclosed, treating it as a cherry on top of moonlight's enormous advantaged cake. 

“how the fuck are these bougie ass motherfuckers packed every. single. fucking night.” tomuras finger tapped rhythmically against his desk, seemingly mindless, but touya took notice.

touya pulled away, crossing his arms as he leaned up against tomuras desk. “we could use some better advertising.” he shrugged— acting as if he wouldn’t take huge offense if his comment wasn’t taken into consideration. luckily, tomura could recognize touya's snotty tone for what it really meant and couldn’t be bothered to push it. 

“yeah.” he sighed, elbows falling onto his desk as his hands found themselves tangled into his sea of unbrushed hair. “when you learn how to code, come back to me with that.” he taunted through gritted teeth.

touya rolled his eyes, even though he knew tomura couldn’t see. “whatever. we can’t be in the slumps forever.” scarred hands reached for his phone as he pulled up the website on his own. his feet led him to the back door, hand reaching for his coat on the rack. 

tomuras head peaked up at the sound of touya fleeting feet. 

“and where the fuck are you going?”

“out.” touya dismissed, eyes still glued onto his phone screen as he typed in the directions from the website onto his map app. 

tomura huffed out a heavy breath when the back door slammed shut. he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms and legs far before settling back into his— what he swears is —not-so-horribly crooked posture. “fucking hell.” he muttered.

eventually his finger fell back onto his keyboard, clacking sound blending into the background noise once more. 

touya sneered on the other side of the door. his gait was confident as he followed direction of the rising moon. 

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