★﹒₊‧ More Sero Headcanons Bc I'm In Love W Him

skts spiderman au (+samu) request from patre•n 🫶

★﹒₊‧ hq! & mha! characters & kissing tropes i love !!

enemies to lovers kissing in the rain passionately because you're just so tired of the "hating game" ⤸ tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, semi, suna, atsumu, bakugou, monoma, shinso

the longggg slow burn pinning after one another and when they finally, FINALLY get to kiss you, they stay there with their eyes closed for a bit longer wanting to live in that exact moment forever... ⤸ hinata, suga, noya, tanaka, oikawa, kenma, lev, osumu, yamaguchi, kageyama, izuku, denki, kirishima,

slow and soft kissing with their hand tangling in your hair... ⤸ daichi, kurro, bokuto, akaashi, tsukishima, iwazumi, mattsunwaka, yaku, yamaguchi, sero, bakugou, kirishima, iida,

staring at your lips and visibly breathing slightly heavy, hand twitching as he wants to badly to touch you, hold you, kiss you, and then YOU gently capture his lips and he's melting into you... ⤸ bokuto, yamaguchi, suna, kageyama, lev, kenma, izuku, denki, todoroki, sero

thank u for reading ♥︎ also idk if i tagged alll of them but wtv

I come back to this so often…

can i request y/n’s reaction to toji going to jail? like was she there for the arrest.. how did toji break the news?

partial continuation to this ask !

his crime is finally revealed ! mwahaaha. if i printed out every comment asking me to assign him a crime to go along with his prison sentence i’d be able to cover the state of texas. probs my longest work! and this isn’t even that long so what does that say about me? (poor work ethic)

prison bf series linked here !

content: angst, hurt/comfort, lots of fighting, themes of incarceration

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“can i ask you something?” you mumble, rolling onto your stomach to address your boyfriend face to face.

toji pauses, then nods, blowing an acrid plume of smoke towards the ceiling before passing you the cigarette he had pinched between two fingers.

a buzzer sounds from the tv in front of you followed by a sea of excited cheers.

“fuck!” he curses. bringing his fist down on the mattress. “i have 6 grand on this fucking match.”

you wait for his hand to unclench before tapping him, reminding him of your inquiry.

“yeah— yeah. what’s up?” he mumbles, squeezing the fat of your arm affectionately. toji takes what’s left of the cigarette back from you, stubbing it out in the marble ashtray on his bedside table.

“you never told me what you do for work.” the implication hangs heavy in the air as you wait for him to explain, the last bits of smoke around the two of you begin to dissipate. you realize he’s gone rigid.

“business, lots of things.” he says curtly, fishing a pack of marlboro reds from the side hesitantly. you hate when he does this, keeping his hands occupied so he has an excuse to not speak to you.

“right, but like..” you start, growing frustrated. “what kind of business.”

“real estate… y’know.” he smacks the carton against the butt of his hand, then fishes out a stick.

“property management. investing and all that.” he sounds a little more confident this time, cupping a lighter to his mouth with a cough.

you tear yourself from his arms and sit up on the bed, eyes cast on his. you practically feel his stomach drop from how he looks at you, movements laced with caution and hesitance.

“put that out.” you tell him. “stop playing games with me.”

“what?” he laugh’s incredulously, still trying to maintain his confident facade.

“do you not think it’s fucking weird that i don’t know where all your money comes from? do you even pay for this fucking house?” your patience had officially run out, you were pissed.

“nonono— hey— hey c’mon.” toji grapples for your hands, quickly trying to calm you down.

“you don’t do fucking real estate, do you really think i’m that stupid?” your accusation renders him speechless for a moment as he thinks of what to say.

the older man’s expression twists as guilt starts to usher in. he extinguishes the roll-up in his hand, flicking it into the ash tray on your nightstand before reaching for you softly.

“baby..” he chuckles, snaking two palms around the curve of your waist. “don’t be like that.”

“i know it’s illegal. i know it is and i’m not even mad, toji. i’m not .. i just want to know.”

he sighs, running a hand down the side of his face.

“you think just because we eat good that i wouldn’t ask questions down the line? do you think i’m fucking stupid?”

“no.” he whines. “no, fuck. c’mon.” you smack his hands away as he reaches for you once more, tearing yourself off the bed and out into the hallway.

you hear your name boom behind you angrily as he calls out for you a final time. glass shatters against the ground as he mutters to himself, heavy footsteps pacing back and forth.

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you’re not unaware of toji’s presence as the older man stands in front of your curled up form on the couch. it’s dark, probably just after 3am. too dark to see his expression, though you know he’s frowning.

he lets out a quiet sound of realization as you turn over, rucking the blanket over your head to drown his presence out. the windows are open, you can feel the chill of the night breeze, even under your comforter.

“i can’t let you sleep here, pretty. that’s not right.”

you stay silent, holding your breath as you wait for him to either leave or fess up.

it’s quiet for a while. you slowly feel yourself being pulled into the precipice between sleep and awareness. an all-consuming warmth makes its home in your chest before you’re quickly struck back awake, heart jumpstarting at the sound of his voice.

“i invest in properties.” he whispers, kneeling beside you so you can hear him more clearly.

“i make investments in properties and then i let people store.. product there.” you know he isn’t lying to you this time. you feel it in his tone.

“product?” you grumble, your voice laced with sleep. you know exactly what he means, you just want to hear him say it.

“drugs, baby. warehouses.”

it’s quiet once more as you mull over what to say back. were you surprised? hardly. you knew what you were getting into as soon as you got involved with him. were you mad? well it was still hard to tell.

“ok.” you mumble curtly, throwing the covers towards your feet and stalking towards the master bedroom. you knew now, and that was that. you gathered there was no reason to keep fighting about it.

toji stands a little too quickly, watching your form disappear up the stairs.

“wait—” he starts, head spinning at your sudden acceptance. “wait really?”

“just come to bed.” you holler, sighing dryly to yourself at the sheer ridiculousness of it it all.

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toji had a plan in place even before you’d found out what kind of business he was running. if anything were to happen to him, there would be a fund stored overseas for you to dig into while he wasn’t there to put food on the table.

he’d thought of everything, put measures in place that normal people wouldn’t even think of before it was too late.

he had your shared house put under a family member’s name, hired private security to watch the perimeter of the house 24/7, urged you to use a fake ID in public to conceal your real name, and never ever took you to work meetings.

it just wasn’t enough.

it wasn’t enough to keep his phones from getting tapped. it wasn’t enough to stop an investigation from being launched, and it simply just wasn’t enough to keep him under the radar and out of a prison cell.

you wailed like a baby when the bailiffs snapped those silver cuffs on his arms and led him out of the court room, crumpling to the floor and babbling nonsense towards the judge’s podium like it would somehow change the course of what just happened.

7 years in a federal penitentiary. and that was nothing compared to the sentence they would’ve gave him if his men hadn’t taken half of the fall for him.

toji didn’t look at you.

he didn’t so much as spare you a glance as you sat there on the carpeted floor, screaming into your hands while the bailiffs tried to pick you up off of the floor.

he didn’t say anything to you as you kicked and scratched your way towards his lawyer, hurling expletives and threats to the one person who was tasked with maintaining his freedom.

he didn’t look because he couldn’t.

he couldn’t look at you, his only girl. the girl he’d marry someday, the one he’d raise a family with. he couldn’t look at you because if he did he might risk breaking down right then and there.

he might risk grabbing you by the arm and booking it, going underground for the rest of your lives while his name slowly climbed up the nation’s most wanted list.

he could do it, without question. he’d be more cautious this time. but that just wouldn’t be fair to you. he was done roping you into his mess.

you were young, gorgeous, too good for all of that trouble. you’d worked all your life to get by until he met you, slowly letting down your walls, letting him spoil you like you’d always deserved. and what kind of man would he be if he took that away from you and forced the two of you into hiding?

toji felt himself crumble as reality began to sink in. his stomach dropped with each dreaded step towards his holding room. this was no joke. this was his fate and there was no getting out of it.

“wait.” he tells the bailiffs, whipping his head towards the direction of the courtroom in a panic. he wasn’t the boss anymore. these men didn’t answer to him.

“wait, fuck. wait!” he groans, barreling his way back down the hall. he needed to see you, needed to say goodbye. there’s no telling when they’d let you two visit or if you’d even be able to communicate. god, this was real.

god, he was a coward for giving you the silent treatment. he deserved prison just for that.

toji grunts as he’s tackled to the ground, gloved hands securing shackles on his ankles.

“get offa me. get off— fuck. i wanna see her.” he groans, thrashing as security circles his form. “nonono let me see her! fuck— fuck!”

all he can do is listen to you wail as he’s dragged down the hall, screaming out to you in hopes you hear him.

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not to be horny on main, but thinking about the height difference between hobie and his s/o and how he likes teasing them whenever, be it in public w/ him putting his head in theirs, wrapping his arms around their waist, getting things for them… and also ofc, pulling them onto his lap, trapping their hands with one of his, dwarfing them in pretty much every position, hobie using it to his as advantage when getting frisk in a wall…

i am so delusional for this man!!!

─ : 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

★ cw: smutty themes, explicit phases, size kink.

★ notes: thinking thoughts...

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 loves hugging you, he loves to smother your face into his chest absolutely crushing you, you whine about it but he knows otherwise. He can trap you within his arms for as long as he wants and you cannot get out because of his spidy strength. He’ll trap you there and place kisses everywhere on your face just cause he likes to make you giggle. 

He loves to pin your hands above your head and suck hickies all over your neck, using his strength as an advantage once again. When he’s balls deep inside you, he often does the same thing, imprisoning your hands in between his while pounding hard and fast into your tiny pussy. He laughs at your pathetic attempts in trying to free your hands. 

During spider society meetings he’ll keep one hand secured tightly around your waist, squeezing your hip every now and then. 

He’s the kind of person who likes to have eye contact while talking, he’ll hook one finger under your chin and tilt your head up, making sure you look at him properly while he speaks, of course, he knows how flustered this makes you and he enjoys every second of it. “Look at me while I speak, babe.” 

While he’s practicing a new song on his guitar, he likes to have you sit on his lap, sometimes even letting you play, his voice low and raspy against your ear, while his veiny hands guide you to the right string. This usually ends with him thrusting his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt.

shinsou is 100% fluent in french and calls you ma cherie, always in a low, soft tone, never any other way

love this boy

we as a society need band member!sero

april 29th and rintarou suna was questioning his fidelity

april 29th and rintarou suna was annoyed from the advances of his current girlfriend who makes him feel nothing anymore

april 29th and rintarou suna was gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white, easily going 15 over the limit in a rush to see you

april 29th and rintarou suna didn’t tell his girlfriend where he was going

april 29th and rintarou suna was tapping his foot waiting for you to open the door, regret growing with every second you stalled

april 29th and rintarou suna instantly had his tongue down your throat the second the door opened, hands on your waist tightly, shutting the front door behind him

april 29th and rintarou suna was pulling your dress over your head in a flash so quickly you weren’t sure he wasn’t magic

april 29th and rintarou suna was shoving his middle and ring fingers past your pretty lips demanding, “suck.” as you undid his white button up shirt

april 29th and rintarou suna was palming your soaking pussy through your pretty lace panties, watching your eyes flutter shut and your head roll back at the sensation. “rintarou, please.”

april 29th and rintarou suna was pinching and pulling your clit and your nipples to make you cum without him even touching your pussy. panties still on, and now drenched.

april 29th and rintarou suna had taken one of your breasts in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the soft skin and nipping at the flesh to leave pretty red and purple marks, the other in his hand as he played and squeezed and pinched to make the sensations equal

april 29th and rintarou suna told you to open wide only for him to direct his spit to land on your cheek rather than in your mouth, and proceeded to rub it around your face with his thumb, coating your skin in his saliva. “you look so pretty like this, babydoll. you’re so so good for me.”

april 29th and rintarou suna’s thighs were shaking, abs were clenching, and fist was tight in your hair as he dragged you by your hair up and down his dick, his other hand being sure to reach down and press a thumb to your clit in your most sensitive spot

april 29th and rintarou suna had his soon-to-be wife’s best friend gagging on his dick as the most vulgar, vile, desperate, sinful sounds fell from your lips

april 29th and rintarou suna had you screaming louder than anyone’s ever made you be, bent over with a leg over his shoulder and one wrapped around his waist as he lifted your hips to stick your ass in the air, face shoved down into the blankets which aided in muffling your sobs and screams

april 29th and rintarou suna had bruised and bitten and pinched your entire body enough to cover you in love bites and marks, showing you off as his. something he’d never done much of with his fiancée.

april 29th and rintarou suna had you holding your orgasm with the most fucked out glassed over eyes he’s ever seen, begging that “if you just let me cum i promise to be the best girl you’ve ever seen, rinnie”

april 29th and rintarou suna meets the abused and overstimulated flesh between your legs with a solid pro volleyball player strength slap anytime you cum without permission

april 29th and rintarou suna has long since stopped worrying about being nice to your body. his tight grips and sharp bites and hard slaps and clit & hair pulls: every pain inducing thing he did to you? the more it hurt the better it felt

april 29th and rintarou suna had you creaming all over his dick, his cum leaking out of your overused hole, body more severely fucked than ever before

april 29th and rintarou suna had ensured you’d be walking funny for the following week

april 29th and rintarou suna swirled your clit with his abnormally long tongue before tongue fucking you like the pussy god he is

april 29th and rintarou suna didn’t bother showering before returning to his fiancée, reeking of sex and of your perfume. shirt messily buttoned and wrinkled, belt long gone (still on the floor of your bedroom), hickeys littering his skin, and not even a second glance at his wife to be. 

april 29th and rintarou suna had ruined his promises of fidelity.

do you really wanna know where i was april 29th?

﹒₊‧sero is the perfect boyfriend for introverts who don't like expressing their feelings. you rarely have to explain why you're feeling the way you do to him because he knows you so well he can just pick up on those things. when you guys are out together let's say.. at a party or some type of big event he looks back at you every 5-10 minutes to see how you're doing. he can read you like a book, instantly knowing if it's getting too crowded for you, or when your anxiety is about to act up. so before anything gets too bad he wisks you away outdoors to comfort you, escorting you in the car while he goes back for a moment to say goodbye to everyone inside.

"when I look at you I don't understand how you could love me. the kisses you give to my injured soul and that pretty body are a work of art. I'm just a normal person with so little to give and I still don't know how to explain what did I do to deserve you. bonita, I'll always love you."

sero hanta, izuku midoriya, tamaki amijiki, sugawara koushi, bokuto koutaro, kita shinzuke, tanjiro kamado, agatsuma zenitsu, rengoku kyojuro, yuji itadori, nanami kento.