#my Girls

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

pairing: sero hanta x gn!reader

genre/warnings: camp counselor au/summer camp au, fluuuuffy fluff, suggestive, substance use (weed), cussing, implied sexual content in public (making out)

nothing brings out the attraction between two counselors more like late night smoke sessions and the inevitable end of summer camp

Kiribaku drawing cuz I was bored

Sketch Redraws: where I pick at random to redraw screenshots saved on my phone lol

Note: I’m considering doing sketch commissions for the summer but I’m still unsure I’ll have time

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comforting arms h. sero

You had a rough day and your boyfriend takes it upon himself to turn your frown upside down. Inspired by my dream about Sero (not the one with oiled up men).

You had a long and frustrating day. You hadn't had a decent night's sleep in so long and it was making everything feel so overwhelming. You couldn't deal with it much longer, and you ended up breaking down in tears when you saw your boyfriend for the first time in days.

You knew he didn't see anything wrong with your emotions or however you felt them, but you couldn't help but feel stupid for breaking down like that. I mean... was it even that big of a deal?

That's how you ended up like this. He laid on his back in his dark room, soft music playing as you laid face down on his chest, cuddling into his warmth as one of his hands carded through your hair and the other rubbed your back gently.

You had fallen asleep a while ago, but he continued gently comforting you, knowing how much you needed this rest. He whispered soft compliments into the quiet air and pressed occasional soft kisses to the top of your head, wanting to make his way into your dreams.

"How's she doing now?" his mom asks, opening the door, letting the harsh hallway lighting into the room. She loved you just like you were her own. Sometimes it felt like she loved you more than him, honestly.

"She's asleep," he replies, continuing to cradle you in his arms.

"Let me know if either of you need anything," she reminds him before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her, leaving the two of you in the dimly lit room.

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ⓒ luvseraph

the kaminari and mina friendship is underutilized and i think we need to change that

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ft. timeskip denki kaminari + hanta sero

how they kiss you pt. 2 [ here’s part 1 ]

Denki always melts when you kiss him.

He starts off eager, lips moving against yours in rushed, hungry little presses, like he’s afraid you might pull away too soon. His hands hover over your skin, hesitant, unsure if he should grab you, hold you, take what he so clearly wants. But the second you grab him—fingers curling into the back of his neck, tugging him closer, deepening the kiss—he whimpers.

It’s needy, high-pitched, and so utterly desperate that it sends a sharp thrill down your spine. His body shudders against yours, and when you nip at his bottom lip, tugging just enough to make him groan, his grip finally tightens. Hands clutching at your waist, at your back, at anything—like he needs to anchor himself, like he’s trying so hard not to just fall apart right then and there.

“You’re so easy to tease,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“F-Fuck, you—” He breaks off with a shaky breath when you slide your hands under his shirt, nails grazing over his ribs, his stomach tensing beneath your touch. His head tilts back, exposing his throat, and it’s just too easy—the way he submits so naturally, the way his breath stutters when you kiss down his jaw, his neck, teasing him, making him squirm.

“Shit—” His voice is nothing but a desperate little whine when you tug him back into another kiss, his body pressing flush against yours, trembling under your hands. He’s so easy to ruin, so easy to tease—and the best part?

He loves every second of it.

Sero kisses like he knows he’s driving you insane.

It starts slow, agonizing, his lips barely brushing against yours, teasing, taunting. His hands skim over your sides, ghosting over your skin, fingers never staying in one place for too long. You can feel the smirk tugging at his lips when you grow impatient, when you grab his shirt and pull him in, kissing him like you’re trying to devour him.

But the moment you do, his hands tighten—one gripping your waist, the other sliding into your hair, tugging just enough to make you tilt your head back as he takes control.

“Impatient, huh?” he murmurs against your lips, voice smooth, teasing, but his breath is just a little uneven now even as his hands tighten around your waist, holding you close.

But he’s just as affected as you. You can feel it in the way his fingers twitch against your skin, in the way his breath hitches when you grind just a little against him. And when you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth, sucking just enough to make him groan—his grip finally falters.

That’s when he loses it.

You barely have time to respond before he grabs your thighs and lifts you up, pinning you against the nearest surface like you weigh nothing. His body presses flush against yours, hips slotting between your legs, and the sheer heat of him has your head spinning.

Then he kisses you properly.

It’s deep, consuming, his tongue sliding against yours, slow and deliberate, tasting you, drawing out every little sound he can. He groans when you roll your hips against him, his grip on your thighs tightening, the control he loves to flaunt crumbling just slightly.

“You really like pushing me, huh?” he mutters against your lips, his voice huskier now, breath hot against your skin. His lips trail down your jaw, his teeth grazing your throat, just barely teasing—but he doesn’t give in yet.

Instead, he pulls back just enough to watch you—your parted lips, the hazy, desperate look in your eyes.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he murmurs, his smirk lazy, cocky—but his grip on your hips says he’s just as desperate as you are. “C’mon, baby, beg for it.”

“please, baby, please, I want it so baddd.” you whined.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice husky, teasing, but just a little breathless. “That’s more like it.”

© sakuraszn! xoxo

⋆˚࿔ tricks and tension

hanta 'doesn’t know' how to ghost, so you teach him.

contains: gn!reader, weed and smoking mentioned, mutual pining, 0.9k words

authors note: hiiiii so this definitely isn’t me projecting at all thank u

you lean your head against mina’s car window, the right side of your face already beginning to go cold. denki is yelling over the music and the sound of the wind slipping through the window is tickling your ear. streetlights flash over the car as mina speeds through the streets. you’re sitting in the backseat with hanta, enjoying this short moment with your friends before the event.

“pregame?” denki’s leaned back against his seat, joint between his fingers pointing in your direction. you have no idea why mina agreed to let him sit in the front seat.

“you definitely don’t need it.” you joke as you take the joint from his fingers. denki rolls his eyes.

you lean back and examine the blunt in your hands before taking a hit. you take a deep breath as a familiar burn washes over your lungs. your eyes fall close as you blow the smoke out, a smile forming on your lips.

“pass me the aux!” you hear denki say to hanta, the blonde boy's hand reaching for his friend's phone.

“settle down, sparky! before you get demoted and i make you sit back there with hanta and y/n.” mina swung her arm, that wasn’t on the wheel, around to get the electric boy's attention.

denki let out a short huff in defeat and hanta laughed. the raven-haired boy had been quiet for most of the ride. his chill demeanor is something you’ve always admired.

you decide to butt into the conversation before things got too serious, “you should give denki your phone before he pops a fuse.” you joke, glancing up at hanta.

he catches your eye, his lips cracking into a grin. your head spins as you watch him pass his phone to denki. when he settles back, his eyes are still on you.

you give him a playful grin and try to divert your mind from the look he’s giving you, “excited?” you ask.

hanta shrugs, the expression on his face tells you all you need to know. “fuck yeah, we deserve this.” he lets out an airy laugh as he threads his hands through his hair.

you take another puff, ghosting the smoke before replying. “if i get two free drinks tonight then i’ll be satisfied.” you say, mostly joking.

the expression on hantas face is unreadable for a moment. he shuffles in his seat and clears his throat, “i bet you’ll get more,” he quickly says before adding. “how’d you that thing?”

your brows furrow, “what thing?”

“with the smoke.” he replies.

your lips falter into a goofy smile, “a ghost, hanta?” you ask, a hint of teasing in your voice. “you want to know how i just ghosted?”

hanta’s cheeks burn. he pressed his lips together as he turned his gaze towards the window. “i never learned how..” his voice is carefully low.

“seriously?” you consider hantas words for a moment, wondering if he’s lying. but can’t find a reason that hanta would lie about something so insignificant, so you push forward.

your mouth opens, “well.. want me to teach you how..?” the question doesn’t come off as confident as you want it to. how were you supposed to teach him how to do this trick?

under the dim car roof, hantas face lights up. “that’d be cool.” he assures.

you nod and place your hand on the seat between the both of you to ground yourself. “here.” you say, your voice light. the weed was definitely quick to take effect, but you were confident you’d teach hanta before you were completely out of it.

he took the joint from your hands, his eyes on yours.

“okay, after you suck in the smoke you're gonna push it to the front of your mouth,” you pointed to your lips, “then open your mouth, very slightly,” hanta nods along as you speak. “push the smoke out of your mouth and at the same time you have to breathe in through your nose, so the smoke goes there. got it?”

hanta eagerly nods, “push out, breath in. sounds easy!”

“alright then give it a try.” you motion towards the joint.

hanta didn’t wait, immediately taking a long hit. you watch his chest expand as he soaks in the weed and wondered if you were paying too close attention to him. when hanta opens his mouth and a cloud of smoke floats out and disappears into the air around him.

“close,” you lean forward, your body weight on your hand below of you. you bring your other hand up to his cheek. “shape your mouth more like this…” you squeeze his lips together. “now try again.” you remove your hands from his face. but it’s clear that you're resting closer now than you were before.

hantas eyes comfortably drape across your body before he does another speechless nod. “like this?” he brings the joint to his lips. you see the end of it glow a fiery red as he inhales the weed. his glossy lips fall open as he takes a deep breath in, the smoke climbing up into his nose.

a proud smile cracks on your face, “perfect! looks like you're becoming a pro already.” you grin as you lean your head back down against the car seat, still facing the hanta.

“thanks y/n.” his smile is wide and his voice as a certain crisp to it that scratches your brain. you could tell he was already a little buzzed too.

“did you really need help, or was this an excuse to get closer to me?” you can feel warmth radiating off your whole body when you ask. your tone is playfully and your gaze glistens against the moonlight.

hanta tilts his head down towards you, his eyes full of fire, “guess i just needed the right motivation.” his voice is hushed, words spoken like a secret shared in the dark.