#denki fluff

𓏲⠀denki ：ྀི i think he would totally treat your island like his own personal reality show. he is absolutely the type to give everybody god awful outfits and give them even worse catchphrases just to hear you giggle. but underneath all the chaos, he secretly gets sooo happy whenever your miis interact :c like he’ll act all smug about it while smiling at the screen. “guess even digital me got game.” . . . but really, that’s far from the truth.

𓏲⠀shinso ：ྀི pretends he’s above it at first, he really does try . . . until you catch him watching over your shoulder while his mii is taking care of your own miis hiccups. trying to be nonchalant while mumbling a : “what’s wrong with her now?” while walking by sipping on a cup of espresso. shinso makes dry little comments the entire time he you force him to watch you play, but you can tell he’s paying attention to everythingggg. especially your mii. and he’s definitely the type to lowkey get attached to the routine of it all — sitting beside you late at night while you click away ! ! bonus points if he tries not to smile when your mii asks to move in with his first.

“oh shut it.” denki whined, turning back to you. “shes so cool..” he sighed, twirling a blonde lock between his fingers.

sero simply shrugged— much for interested in his orange. “I mean I guess..”

“I’m going up to her.” he grinned.

sero scoffed, “yeah- have fun kid.”

you -unbeknownst to the unwanted attention- carried on with your homework, jotting down working outs and bullet points till a dark shadow loomed over your neat notes.

without looking up you sighed, dropping your highlighter and rubbing the already growing crease between your brows. “yes kaminari, what do you need now.”

denkis grin only grew at your tone.

“have I ever told you how pretty you were? my heart beats super fast whenever y’enter a room..” he rubbed his chin, grin widening ever second.

behind you, sero held up a paper with a large ‘zero’ written in black marker to which denki maturely stuck his tongue out too.

“you have kaminari, six times.”

“oh?” he quirked a brow, a sharp smirking growing against his lips. “ya’ been keeping track, huh? my compliments mean that much to you?” he teased— leaning down closer to you, hands resting either side of your desk.

your head shot up, ears hot and lips stuttering. “wha— what are you talking about?! why would I care if you think Im pretty or not?!”

were you . . . flustered?

he tilted his head— eyes glinting with something deeper, his yellow locks swaying as he put his hands up in mock surrender. “hey- hey- just teasing! no need to get so worked up!”

“go away kaminari.”

“cya’ princess!” denki let out a small giggle, waiting for you to angrily tell him to stop with the ridiculous nickaname

and for once, and much to denkis surprise—

you didn’t.

TENYA ⠀ IIDA

“psst- class rep! hey- hey- can y’hear me? hello—” you whispered, somehow loudly.

much to iidas dismay, he could most definitely hear you.

“yes? what is it you need now.”

you scoffed, “mean. y’ don’t wanna’ help your struggling classmate? huh— class rep?” you cheeked, lashes fluttering and lips pouted in faux innocence.

“what is it.” he grumped.

iida couldn’t exactly pin point when he started to dislike you.

well,

he could.

when you walked in with a ridiculously short skirt, way too much makeup and accessories that definitely weren’t permitted under section five of the student guidebook.

or how your homework was never turned in and a lousy excuse lay in it’s place, your bright phone screen peeking from under desk as you texted whoever kept you so distracted from your classes,

or how you somehow seemed to have a snarky comeback for whenever he tried to correct you, lips pulled up in a teasing smirk and sizing him up.

his brother could properly spot you in a crowd of thousands due to the amount of times he’d complained about you, hands chopping the air aggressively and voice low.

but most of all,

iida hated how much he noticed you.

he hated how he subconsciously packed an extra sheet of blank writing paper or a pen since he knew you’d forgot them before quickly pulling it out his bag with flushed cheeks.

“could I have the answer for number five? I dont get it.”

“no, figure it out yourself.” he chimed, eyes never leaving his paper. “you can do it.”

you blink, the words landing soft in your chest. “..you think?” you shyed.

iida flushed at your unnaturally mall voice, red eyes widening. “of— of course, as class president I believe in all my classmates, no matter how challenging they may be.”

you giggled, “well, I’m very honoured!”

iida couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on his lips.

yeah,

maybe he didn’t hate you that much.

SERO ⠀ HANTA

if laid back was a person it’d be sero hanta.

steady and relaxed, long arms resting comfortably in his pockets, eyes lidded and lips pulled in a lazy grin.

if panic was a person it’d be you.

eyes wide and beady, constantly tripping up over your feet and a permanent stutter— your heart palpitations could be heard from at least a mile away, lips always pulled between your teeth and legs bouncing.

while sero improvised, you planned. while sero mused, you stressed.

“mmm.. don’t panic it’s fine.” he mused, arms resting behind him as he chewed on some chocolate chips.

you screeched, “sero it’s burning! oh my god we’re done for— oh my goodness! we’re gonna get kicked out of ua and our chances of becoming a hero are gonna’ be reduced to nothing but a stupid zero!”

“all our hard work for what?! all we’re gonna’ be known for is burning down the top hero school in japan!”

. . .

sero let out a soft laugh, the sound filling the quiet kitchen as his adams apple bobbed. “ya’ know.. you’re cute when y’panic.”

you stilled, “huh.”

“I said you’re cute when you panic.”

it was the truth, sure— sero was teasing you.

the way your eyes somehow widened even more and pupils darted to anywhere but from his emerging smirk or how your brows furrowed and lips parted in pure—

well, sero never really knew what was going on in your mind. he’d wonder in class when president mic would drone on about english, he’d picture your mind a haze of worry and distress— one that he’d love and have the greatest pleasure in soothing.

“wha— why.. why are you flirting with me?! are you serious right now? we’re in a mid life crisis?!”

sero lips formed a chesire grin, eyes gleaming down at you. “hey,” he whispered , voice silk smooth as he pushed himself off the flour ridden counter, treading closer and closer towards your cowering figure.

“my ma’ told me not to lie, especially to a pretty lady I fancy.” he winked.

. . .

okay, maybe he took it too far.

sero didn’t know your heart was that weak!

seriously,

he wouldn’t of flirted so hard if he knew you’d end up fainting and in one of recovery girls bed.

though, he couldn’t wait to tell you how cute you looked when you slept.

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𖥔 Clingy!Denki who anytime he’s hugging you from behind in private setting, his fingers inch up towards your tits. Cupping the soft flesh in his hands.

𖥔 Clingy!Denki who is a D1 body worshiper, praising you until he’s blue in the face. Mumbling small things he loves about you while kissing up your thigh.

𖥔 Clingy!Denki sometimes makes you mad on purpose just so you can yell at him. Not even trying to hide the groing bulge in his pants.

"Denki , What the fuck!?"

"..."

"Why would- are you seriously hard right now?

"No...yea.”

𖥔 Clingy!Denki who highkey has a mommy kink. In his defense it started out as a joke, like most things. But the more he said it the less laughter followed it, replacing with need and longing.

𖥔 Clingy!Denki whines feverishly when you give him a blow job. The scene of your spit mixing with his cum, just heightens the whole pleasure factor for him.

𖥔 Clingy!Denki lets you use his overstimulated cock until he’s sweating bullets, murmuring incoherent sentences.

𖥔 Clingy!Denki loves any position where he can kiss you. Moaning into each-other while his lungs try to signal he’s almost out of breath.

𖥔 Clingy!Denki, when you're not there, jerks off to old videos and photos you sent him. Moaning your into the silence of your shared bedroom. Imagining your pussy instead of his damn hand.

𖥔 Clingy!Denki loves showering together, 'its to save water' just to end up spending more time 'showering' then he normally would have.

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a/n: writing this made me feel like a tiktok comment under a tffbwd edit that said “10% romance 90% sorry” i never watched it before but that was silly to me lol hopefully this was cute to read!!! TIL i’m not so good with contact names…

“well shit, why hide something so amazing,” he leans back next to you with a smirk. “can i feel them?”

your head snaps over to his annoyingly cute smirk. “are you freaking insane?” your eye twitches, only edging his smile to widen.

“cmon princess, it won’t be bad, i promise,” he whines, clasping his hands together.

“pffftt, yeah right.” you scoff at him and continued to scroll through your feed.

“please?”

“no.”

“pretty please?”

“i said no.”

“pretty please with black sprinkles on top and a red cherry?”

you didn’t reply.

“pleaseeeeeeeee—”

“FINE, for fucksake!” you groan, dropping your phone in annoyance.

“helloooo dinner,” he teases as he sits up straight, sitting criss-crossed to look at you, impatiently waiting for you to reveal your boobs.

you straightened yourself up as well, but a desperate kaminari was already lifting the hem of your tank top. before he got close to revealing your breasts, you sternly grabbed his wrist, “you tell anyone about this and i’ll kill you.”

“i’m not princess just calm down.” he smiles as you reluctantly let go of his wrists and he pulls your shirt up, resting it on the top of your chest. his large hands quickly massaged your breasts, his cold hands making your nipples erect. your mouth fell open as you watched his thumb glide and roll around your hard nipples. his hands kneaded your breast and squeezed them slowly, more ideas running through his sick brain.

“can i suck ‘em?”

“and you ruined it,” you pulled your shirt back down. his hands were still under your shirt for a moment until you pried his hands off of you.

“wait— wha, i didn’t even do anything!” he looks at you as if you had stabbed him in the chest and twisted the knife. “please, i’m sorryy.”

“stop begging, it’s so annoying, later.” you rolled your eyes, attempting to say anything for him to leave you alone.

“okay, i’ll hold you to your word princess.” he jumps off your bed and leaves your room.

and little to your knowledge, he ended up back in your room begging an hour later.

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