Your Witholding Cookies From Me By Making Me Wait For The Next Ep

ok so do i write more fanfiction or do my creative writing assignment…

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!

this was funnier in my head

my little things

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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So you hate me 💔💔… I see how it is

YOU GOT RID IF THE STRAWBERRIES

STOPP NO PEACHY I DONT

i just thought the two photos were clashing and overstimulating 😞😞😞

Denki taking Bakugo to the skate park and Bakugo just being bad at it

(Sorry I went Mia I kinda got a job and it takes more time that I thought lmao 😭, also this was supposed to be a sketch but i ended up painting it kajskjasjkax)

THIS IS BLASPHEMY NOT TOOO MUCH ON MY NAME NOWWW

ok fine! 🙄 i’ll text oikawa for the pics rn yk cus i got his number and what not

WHERE ARE THE OIKAWA OILED UP IN SWEAT GYM PHOTOS DID YOU LIE TO ME.

one minute response time is so funny i’m giggling

posting tmr cus i wanna triple reread before i post

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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