Heheh Hi Bloom Did You Ever See My Request About The Reader Being The Mha Men’s Gym Crush😢

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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⋆˚࿔ shared spaces

kaminari moves into the spare bedroom in your apartment

contains: roommate!kaminari and gn!reader but feminine terms used. weezer mentioned

authors note: honestly this can be taken as romantic or platonic! i just had this idea and wanted to make a little smau out of it

bf!kiri thoughts..

authors note: not sure if this is a drabble or headcanons.. but!!! i love boyfriend kiri like ugh i have so many more hc..if u guys wanna hear more please tell me..also requests r open for kiri content <3 m.list

bf!kiri who hits the gym religiously, but when he skips a session? You can bet he's compensating by hoisting you over his shoulders, settling you right atop his neck. His large hands grip your thighs firmly, and if that’s not enough, he’ll have you sitting criss-cross applesauce, eagerly sharing all the latest gossip. As He grunts through the effort, still managing to respond with playful affirmations like “Oh yeah, babe” or “That guy’s a bum.” And don’t even get him started on your exes—he has plenty to say about them!

bf!kiri who twirls around the room with you to Sabrina Carpenter, belting out silly lyrics using your pink hello kitty hairbrush as a microphone, And when 2000s emo bands come on? .. safe to say the neighbors are calling in for a noise complaint!

bf!kiri who loves having you ride him in the car, one hand splayed across your back while the other grips the soft flesh of your thigh. If you tire, he’ll bounce you up and down, showering you with praise about how well you're doing—even though he’s doing most of the work.

bf!kiri who tenderly asks, “Want me to hide it?” whenever tears spill down your cheeks. He cups your face with one hand and gently covers your eyes with the other, shielding your tears because he knows how much you despise them.

bf!kiri who crumples to the floor in embarrassment, face aflame as he curls into a fetal position, hiding his face from you, whenever you called him by his first name for the first time.

bf!kiri who showers you in incessant praise until you're left breathless and soaked; his mouth alone sends you spiraling over the edge (in more ways then one), he’ll coo sweet nothings into your ear and sloppy kisses on your neck, while holding your trembling body as you come off the aftershocks of pleasure.

bf!kiri who wears his “I love my girlfriend” shirt religiously—seriously, it never leaves his body.

bf!kiri who concocts “potions” (as he calls it) from all your shower products, emerging with soapy flat hair and a towel draped loosely  around his frame as he eagerly asks you to rate his potions (don’t worry; he always stocks your shower full when he's done).

bf!kiri who is impossibly clingy—so glued to your side that when you're together in bed, he buries his head beneath your shirt. He’d crawl under your skin if he could. 

In the shower?,  don’t worry he’ll sit on the toilet, handing you any  products you need,  while recounting his day. For gods sake, this man will drench himself in your perfume while you're away because he misses you so much.

p.s i wrote this in like 15 mins and hate it.

hi to everyone who likes my post i’m stalking all ur pages btw

i didn’t post yesterday cussss i’m pretty much out of ideas! so request some stuff pls n i’ll most likely write it :)

CAN WE PLEASEEEE GET DENKI WITH “get on ur knees” WHERE HE GETS US TO BJ IN THE SCHOOL BATHROOMS OR SOMETHING?? I WOULD LOVEEEE THANKYOU

authors note - hey sweetpea!! i try to avoid making my characters students in nsfw content, so i added a little twist and made denki a soccer player, bluelock is taking over my life ><

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

“stupid stupid stupid!” you muttered to yourself as you ripped off your boyfriends, (now-ex) soccer jersey, the same one you proudly wore this afternoon to cheer him on from the stands, while he dribbled the soccer ball across the field, “i’m such an idiot!” you threw the jersey onto the bathroom floor as you washed your face, the memory from seconds ago, playing over and over in your head, the girl your ex-boyfriend ran to and kissed. 

hell, he didn’t even look at you. you looked like an idiot wearing his jersey, he made you look like a lovesick fan. you could never forgive him for that, ever. 

“something bothering your pretty face?” the voice came from behind you, your eyes darted to the mirror infront of you, pairing a face to the voice. 

denki kaminari. 

your ex-boyfriends rival. 

“fuck off” denki walked towards you, you hated how calm he looked, for someone who just lost the biggest game of his life. 

“so hostile..” denki closed the space between you two as he pushed your hair behind your ear, “stupid boyfriend of yours can’t treat you right or something?” 

“none of your fucking business!” you screamed, each word with more animosity that than the previous one. 

“i’d never treat you like that ya’know” denki leaned against the bathrooms sink, as he crossed his arms against his chest, watching you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. 

“oh yeah?” you looked at him with a glint in your eyes, that wasn’t the answer he was expecting, taking him by surprise. 

“heck yeah, let me show you how a real man treats his girl hm?” he caressed your cheek, as his thumb rubbed circles onto the apple of your cheek, dragging you towards one of the cubicles, a click followed, making sure the door was shut close. 

“get on your knees.” denki pulled his sweats down, rock-hard against his boxers, you could make out how big he was, your mouth slightly agape. denki chuckled, “don’t worry babe, you can take it can’t ya?” you nodded briskly, there’s no way you can back out now. 

“you mind me recording this? wanna send it to a certain someone” you shouldn’t have said yes, but you wanted your ex to feel the same pain you did, and you were all for going lower than he did, and the bar was in hell. “be a good girl for me and take me in your mouth yeah?” 

denki waited for you to grab his dick, before he pressed record, he watched you considerately lick the slit as he twitched violently. f-fuck,” he grunts, a hand on your head pushing you to take more of his length, until your tongue is tracing along the protruding veins, until the curve of his cock is slipping down your throat, testing your gag reflex. “just like that, babe.”

he bobs your head up and down, cockhead pounding against the back of your mouth with each thrust, and you do your best to loosen your jaw, to breathe through your nose and catch a whiff of his musk, of the heady scent of sex that permeates the surrounding air as the seconds pass. mindlessly, your hands float up to your chest, playing with your tits and pinching your nipples through your bra. He grunts, brazenly gaping at the way you push your tits together, eyeing the trail of spit and pre that dribbles out of your mouth, along your throat and down your cleavage.

“shit, look up, baby, look at the camera,” he growls, keeping his cock buried in your throat as he tugs you by the hair, forcing your gaze up to the bright light. you blink back tears, widening your eyes to look more innocent, more desperate, and he groans at the sight of your clouded gaze, of the drool and spit dripping out of your mouth around his cock. “who’s fucking your mouth, huh?”

He knows you’re enunciating his name in reply, it’s just a shame all the camera can pick up is you mewling around his cock, his thick girth reducing your syllables to nonsensical garbles, to slurred, wanton moans as he pulls back and shoves himself back in once more. the coarse hair around his cock itches your nose when he holds you steady, and you can feel his cock twitch in your throat when you gulp around it before he finally pulls back to let you breathe properly. 

he doesn’t let up, though, pumping his cock in his free hand, smearing the mess of pre and spit all over your cheeks, over your rolled out tongue before he smacks the tip against the wet muscle.

“whose cock d’ya want?”

“yours,” you reply instantly, pursing your lips around the tip, and he slides his cock in further, making it poke against the inside of your cheek.

“louder, baby.”

“yoursh, den’ki,” you whine around his cock, tugging on his wrist so he’d push his cock in properly, so he’d fuck your throat until your voice turns raspy.

“yeah?” he grins, moving his hand back to your head, and you immediately take him deeper into your mouth, one hand dropping to fondle his balls, squeezing so he jolts in your hold, hips slapping against your face.

you can feel your own panties grow wetter each time he groans your name, each time you look up to admire the way he throws his head back, mouth wide and singing praise, but are greeted by the bright flash of his camera instead; just the thought of him sending this video to your ex-boyfriend, who’s gonna be fuming and losing his shit, has you clenching around thin air, leaking into your underwear. you sneak a hand down to alleviate yourself, trying to rub your clit through the fabric of your pants, and the movement doesn’t escape denki’s notice.

“look at that, you’re getting off on this? fucking touch-touching yourself with my dick in your mouth? shit, baby.”

he pulls out just to get a clear shot of the way you spread your knees and circle your nub, but the feeling is so underwhelming, muted because of all the layers of clothes in the way, and it makes you whine up at him childishly. “denki, please, need you.”

“fuck, you’re so hot,” he murmurs, voice low and husky, captivated by the way you roll your hips in search of a better angle. “how badly d’you need me?” he’s cruel to ask when he can see how anguished and zealous you are, but he takes great pleasure in seeing the way you reduce yourself to whimpers and mewls of his name, sobbing for his help.

“so badly, denki, I can’t— really need you, want your help, please, please, baby…”

“go on then.” He smirks at the way your brows cross, confused until he nudges your knee with his socked foot. “help yourself, baby.”

you’re so cute, he can’t help but think, watching your lips drop in disbelief.

“seriously…?” so fucking adorable. “denki…”

“It’s that or nothing, babe, now open up again.”

he slips the tip of his cock back into your mouth, but his eyes haven’t left yours, raising a brow as you just sit there and take what he does to you, keeping your mouth ajar so he can slide his cock back and forth, keeping your legs grounded as he taps his foot on your thigh. you shoot him a small glare, lacking any real fire, before scrunching your eyes closed, and pushing his foot off of your leg. it drops in the gap between your thighs and his smirk grows, his hips stop moving, as he watches in awe as you hover over him before lowering your hips.

“joly shit,” he wheezes, lost for words as you grind down on him. He’s stuttering, choking on his own words as the heat from your sex engulfs him-he didn’t expect you to be so filthy, but he isn’t complaining. his cock twitches in your mouth every time you rut your hips over him, digging your nails into his calf, and if this goes on for any longer, he knows he’s going to blow his load down your throat, and this is going to make for the shortest sex tape ever.

“f-fuck, shit, baby, you’re so desperate, huh? Humping my foot like a fucking dog, fuck-  fuckin’ bitch in heat, oh god, oh shit, shit-”

His legs are trembling, like an earthquake is running straight through his body, and he’s sure the camera is a shaky mess, but can’t bring himself to fix his grip when you’re sliding yourself along his foot like you’re riding his dick. 

“fuckfuckfuck gonna cum-“ cum dripped down the side of your mouth as he pulled out, ending the video. 

“let’s show him who you belong to yeah?” 

Your theme makes me feel high on the Color pink and good vibes I LOVE ITTTT

THANKKK YOUU WILLOW

How angry would you be on a scale of 1-10 if I said I scrapped the Sero fic I was making ( for u) to do Denki instead 🥰

zero and i’m not even kidding

in fact! i would cry tears of happiness that you were thinking abt writing a sero fic just for me ommmmg

plus i still love kaminari!

poor lovestruck megumi — he had been running all over the city, trying to make this date perfect. he picked out flowers, little trinkets, your favorite snacks, and even a necklace as a gift.

to say he was overthinking would be the understatement of the century. he had no idea how to go about any of this, so he went to nobara a few days before to get her opinion and make sure everything was just right.

he had asked you out earlier that week. you’d been hanging out in your room one afternoon when the question suddenly slipped out of him.

“would you, uh, wanna go out with me?” he asked, nervousness practically flooding his brain and butterflies going wild in his stomach.

he’d had a crush on you since you transferred to jujutsu high, but he never worked up the courage to do anything about it. same lame excuse, like, “she’d never like me.” but, that ideology changed when he saw some guy from another school trying to flirt with you at an event. jealousy lit a fire under him — he had to make a move, and fast.

unfortunately, crushes and dating were unfamiliar territory for megumi. it wasn't something he had much experience with at all.

his childhood had been far from normal. having starting training way earlier than most, and when gojo took him in, he left most of his younger years behind. unable to live the life many were given. 

the price of everything he got you was no joke. he nearly choked when he saw the total. he wasn’t even sure if giving a gift on a first date was normal — he always thought that was for anniversaries or holidays. but he used gojo’s card, so… it didn’t really matter.

when it was finally time to pick you up, he showed up early, terrified of being even a second late. he stood outside the car with the gift in hand and his heart practically beating out of his chest.

some time had passed, building the anticipation. then you stepped out with nobara, all dressed up and ready to go. megumi’s jaw nearly hit the ground. you looked stunning—so beautiful it didn’t seem real. how had you somehow gotten even prettier since the last time he saw you?

when you reached the car, he handed you the gift and opened the passenger door for you.

“hi, pretty girl,” he said, wearing the softest, most genuine grin.

being returned with a look of love. “hi handsome.” 

turns out, the date was going to be just fine.

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chapter two for maturity out in likeeee less than a day