⋆˚࿔ Capes And Crayons

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you tried. you really did. it’s not like you didn’t know what you were signing up for—you knew his goal from the very beginning. but of course, being who you were, you couldn’t help yourself. god, why did you have to love him? why did your heart choose him when it was already clear that he was doomed?

every mission he came back from, it was like another piece of him had been carved away. slowly, quietly, he was destroying himself, inch by inch, until nothing would be left but the end. and it killed you inside—watching, helpless, as he unraveled.

your quirk could only do so much. you could take the pain for a while, absorb it, carry it for him—but it never undid the damage. never reversed the scars, the missing pieces, the trauma etched into his mind. and you did everything. you begged, pleaded, insisted there was another way. that maybe, just maybe, the two of you could run—could find something beyond revenge, beyond bloodshed.

but you knew him. too well.

you knew he’d never let go of the hatred that burned in his veins. the fire that would never be extinguished. not when it had lived inside him for so long it felt like breathing. he never looked back. never even tried to heal. he just kept moving forward, fueled by vengeance, becoming the very monster his father created. doing what he believed must be done.

and it wasn’t like he didn’t love you. because he did. in the only way he could. but in the end, that love wasn’t enough. not compared to the weight of everything else. not when it was smothered by the weight of all his pain, all his rage, all his guilt.

and when it all came crashing down—the big finale—you watched it happen. watching, helpless, as he slipped further and further into the abyss. watched the horror bloom in the eyes of his family, in your own reflection, as he let it consume him. letting the darkness swallow him whole, hollowing him out, leaving only a ghost in his place. and just like that… he was gone.

you wanted so desperately pretend it wasn’t real. that maybe there was still some way to bring him back. but you knew better. you’d always known.

maybe in another universe, things would’ve been different. maybe you’d meet under softer skies, without the ghosts, without the blood, without the everlasting pain and guilt. maybe he’d be happy. maybe you’d get to see that smile—the real one. the one you so desperately craved. maybe you'd hear him laugh, feel what it’s like to be loved without all that pain trailing behind it.

maybe you’d build something together. a life. a family. one filled with strength and love instead of pain. something that wasn’t built on destruction, on ruin. maybe you’d get to hold him just one last time. to tell him how much you loved him, how perfect he was to you.

maybe.

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happy valentine’s day kri 🩷 pls take a rest from the angst tdy !! id like to request “quiet, they’ll hear us..” with my one and only hanta sero, thank u in advance 🙏

authors note - happy late valentine’s day bloom!! <3 we’re taking a long deserved break from the angst!! i’m sorry this took so long, i hope you enjoy it :3

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

sero hanta, the guy who sat next to you in your business class. 

that’s all you knew about him, but he knew everything about you. infact, he was obsessed with you. he knew all your classes, he knew your route to your dorm, he knew what drink you’d order at the café down the road whenever you hung out with izuku, and that ticked him off. you had no classes with izuku, and sero knew nothing about izuku, so why were you hanging out with him? 

sero was the biggest perv when it came to you, just you. nobody else had this affect on him, and it drove him crazy. his need to feel you grew stronger everyday, and especially on the days you’d come to class wearing outfits that revealed a little more skin than you’d usually show.

it drove him crazy that you were right next to him and he couldn’t do anything about it. you’d give him the gummiest smile, as he felt his blood flow abandon every single part of his body and shoot down to his cock, he’d manage to give you a small wave, as he tried to pay attention to whatever your lecturer was saying, but all he could think about was his hands snuck down your skirt, your spit pooling out of your mouth as you mewled on his shirt, while he finger-fucked you. 

right after your lecture ended, sero grabbed your hand pulling you towards the janitors closet, no reason given. sure he wouldn’t do anything right, he looked like a respectful young guy, always waving at you, smiling at you in the hallways, offering to carry your grocery bags into your dorm.

somehow. 

always. 

everywhere you were. 

so when you finally reached the janitors closet, and sero placed his lips against yours, why didn’t you push him away? why did you enjoy it? 

you barely knew him, he barely knew you, atleast you thought so. 

“i can’t do this anymore, i need to feel you-“ he panted heavily, his chest heaving as he let out shaky breaths. “sero-what-“

“call me hanta please.” he started “tell me you want this, please tell me you do, if you don’t, it’s fine, we can just pretend this never happened, i’ll change my seat and we can carry-“ you cut him off as you sloppily captured his lips into a kiss, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hand gripped onto your ass while the other pulled his pants down.  

sero finally pulled away, with a pop. he unbuttoned your jeans, letting them drop to your ankles, as he pulled your shirt up just enough to reveal your perked up tits, the ones he dreamed about almost every night since you sat next to him.

thank god for baby tees, he was not about to let a bra get in his way. sero pulled his boxers down, his cock bounced up touching his belly button, you watched pre-cum leak out of the slit, “all yours baby” he murmured as he slid a hand through his messy mullet, you were hungry for it. 

“give me the go-head and i’ll stuff you so good hm?” he caressed your cheek as he lined his cock with your entrance “just be quiet for me baby, can’t let anybody hear those pretty noises you make, they’re just for me” he muttered as he placed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“fuck me hanta-please-“ 

that was all he needed. sero slammed into you, pressing you up against the wall, as your head fell back, your mouth fell open, as he slid in and out of you, pounding you against the wall, right next to your business class. if anybody were close enough you were sure they could hear your muffled moans as sero stuffed himself inside you “been dreaming about this day since you sat next to me in that pretty pink skirt” you brokenly gasped as your eyes rolled back. sero grunted as he grabbed your hand, placing it ontop of your stomach, feeling the bump. “see that? feel how deep i’m in you baby” he let out a groan, as he watched you whimper, “m’ gonna cum!” 

“shhh baby, you don’t wanna let everybody know i’m fucking you that good do you?” 

“hanta!-“

“i got you baby,” your legs tighted around his waist as he held you close, his breath fanning against your neck “cum for me”

and you did, collapsing towards him, as both of you came down from the lasting high. 

he scribbled his number onto your arm after wiping you down and getting you into your clothes, tapping your cheek with two fingers, 

“let me fuck you properly later hm?” 

this was funnier in my head

⋆˚࿔ morning hues

waking up with the mha boys !

— includes : kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: f!reader implied, around 0.3k words each,fluff, established relationship (sorry i’m a sucker for romance) suggestive if you squint, usage baby + babe used, light swearing

authors note: my first drabbles ever guys how are we feeling ! can you guys tell who’s my favorite lolol

also here’s a link to the pose kirishimas is cus idk if i described it well enough haha

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro is a light sleeper. so whenever you begin to shuffle in your sleep, your eyes slowly fluttering open, so does he.

when he finally does find himself fully conscious he immediately pulls you closer to him, yearning for your warmth. his big arms wrapped around your neck and his body pressed flush against yours.

“goodmorning baby.” his voice is rugged, eyes still closed as he places a delicate kiss on the outer shell of your ear.

you maneuver your head up so you can whisper out a small “morning.” before placing a kiss on his forearm. he flexes, pretending to choke you with his muscle. you giggle as your hand moves up to caress his biceps, a sign of appreciation.

he’s smiling, though you can’t see it, you just know. “how’d my girl sleep?” he asks, like he has been every single morning since you’ve gotten together. you’ll never get bored of it.

this is how you spend most early mornings. in bed together, waiting for the sunlight to stream through the bedroom window.

eijiro releases you from his grip, moving to gently rubbing your back as you recall the dream you had that night. you boldly explain the actions from your dream as he passionately listens, making additional comments along the way.

“hmm, yeah? that’s nice baby.” he coos into your ear as his hands rub up and down your shoulder, kisses being periodically planted on your skin.

when the words “i have to get ready.” would eventually escape your lips eijiro would insist you stay in bed a bit longer, he’d even ‘fight’ you for it.

his arms are propped up on either side of your face as he peppers kisses over your giggling face. “eiji, please,” you say between short breaths “i have to get ready for work!”

“i don’t want you to go,” he’d whine, only promising to let you go if you give him another kiss 🩷

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

“denki.” you complain for the fifth time. the golden haired boy, whose head is resting on your upper chest, remains still. you watch as his chest rises and falls with every breath, his brows occasionally furrowing. you sigh.

denki is a deep sleeper. usually he wakes up in the early afternoon (though if you two had a long night he could sleep until the late afternoon!!) he’s doesn’t like to admit it but you both know that his sleep schedule is so ass.

“babeee.” you groan. though you really enjoyed the view you also really had to get to work.

finally, he moves. “hmmm?” a low groan escapes his lips. he turns, attempting to bury himself into the crook of your neck.

you take time to drink in the image of your sleeping boyfriend as he nuzzles himself into you. you let out another sigh, this one holding less tension than the first. “kami.” you say, sweetly. your hands find their way to the base of his neck and your fingers slowly climbing up to play with his hair. his grip on you tightens, fingers digging into the side of your waist.

“i have to get up now, okay?” you place a soft kiss onto his sun dyed hair.

you wait a few seconds for a verbal reply and to your surprise (not really) you began to feel a wet patch forming on your neck. “denki.” you dead pan.

“yes y/n?” his eyes are sparking as he looks up at you, feigning innocence.

“that’s not going to work on me again dumbass.” you sit up and ruffle his hair, laughing sweetly at his attempt to keep you in bed.

“but baby-“ he starts to whine as he sits up as well.

when you get off your shared bed you finally see how disheveled he is. his shirt is a wrinkled mess, not to mention it’s slightly riding up his stomach. he’s blinking his eyes, very clearly trying to wake himself up. you bask in his beauty, a smile creeping up on your face.

“i have to get ready, really denks,” you try to put on a stern voice, but it’s hard to leave your boy.

“can you at least turn around before you go?” he ask as with a pout.

your brow cocks at the question. though it is a weird request, it’s your boyfriend request. so you oblige. “happy?” you ask, glancing back from your shoulder to examine the expression on his face.

his eyes are lit up and locked onto your body. “yeah,” his says, a dorky smile on his face as he lays back down. “so happy” he giggles, his voice dreamy.

he falls back asleep not too long after that, his dreams full of you.

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

when you sleep with your boyfriend, hanta, you often find yourself waking up comfortably tucked into the corner of his elbow.

surprisingly, hanta is an early bird and is up with the sun on most days. he likes to spend mornings getting ready together so he usually finds himself staying in bed scrolling on his phone while waiting for you to wake up.

when he sees your sleeping figure finally rise to life he can’t help but tease you a bit.

you attempt to rub the sleep away from your eyes as you turn over on your boyfriend's arm. when you finally open your eyes you’re met with a big grin plastered on the raven haired boy's face.

“look who’s finally awake,” he sings, his tone is teasing, but holding no real sting to it. he tucks his arm in, bringing you closer.

“goodmorning to you too hanta,” you say in a low voice, not being awake enough to play along with his playful attitude.

his face tilts to your reaction, noticing your low energy. he lets out a low hum before leaning to bite your cheek “sorry ma,” he mutters as he pulls away. “i meant to say, goodmorning beautiful,” he corrects.

you can’t help it as a smile creeps up on your face. he always knew exactly how to cheer you up. you bite the inside of your cheek as the outside burns a crimson color.

“such a tease,” you pout as your body moves to hover over his. you tilt your head up to kiss along his jawline, ready to get payback. he lets out a satisfied hum as his hand makes his way to your lower back, possessively laying there.

“y/n,” he starts, his voice is soft. he closes his eyes as his eyebrows knit together. you travel from his jawline down to his neck. he shutters when your soft lips touch his skin, as if you put him under a lovestruck spell.

“hmm?” you mumble from his neck. he opens his eyes to see yours locked onto his, their reflections toying with innocence.

he bites back the smile on his lips as his head falls back onto his pillow, his eyes falling closed once more.

when you pull away from his neck he lets out an airy laugh. “evil,” he says, peeking down at you as you laugh at him.

“that’s what you get,” you giggle.

his hands quickly find their way to you. he’s now holding your face in his hands, “you’re cute,” he breathes out as he squeezes your face, finally leaning in for a proper kiss.

“ready to get up now?”

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

hitoshi knows the tell-tale signs of you waking up. he’s seen it so many times before. the way your face scrunches when the sunlight hits your eye. the way your lips fall open while intelligible mutters slip from your mouth.

so hitoshi waits. he doesn’t mind waiting anymore. not when you're lying on his chest, practically on display just for him. it’s all finally worth it when your muttering comes to a stop and your eyes slowly open.

you tilt your head up, your sleepy eyes meeting hitoshis. your boyfriends typically weary eyes are soft and tender as his gaze dances down your body.

“goodmorning,” he says in that deep voice that makes you feel so weak. he rubs your arm as you let out a relieved sigh.

“morning toshi,” you reply with a small smile. “switch?” you offer him.

hitoshi was quick to nods so you switch positions; toshi now sprawled out across your chest as you laid on your back underneath him. your hands raced to his hair, pushing his lavender locs back and massaging his scalp. the soft mewl of contentment he lets out makes your skin feel hot. “you sleep at all?” you ask, mostly to calm yourself down.

“like three, maybe four hours?” he said with shrug as if he was trying to downplay the situation. he dipped his head low, not knowing you could see the tip of his ears color themselves pink.

“not bad,” you say, placing a kiss to the crown of his head.

okay, maybe he hadn’t told you how he’s been sleeping way better because you're by his side. maybe he couldn’t handle hearing you say how proud of him while you kiss him all over. maybe he couldn’t handle how cute you’d look with a smile that big on your face.

yeah, he definitely couldn’t handle that. not yet.

he’s not new to your shared morning routine, but for some reason seeing you tousled up next to him in bed, early in the morning, still manages to make his heart race.

literally me with hanta but i have only one work of him

before i started writing for mha i was sad at the lack of amajiki content here and i was like. i will make things Right. i will be an amajiki light of hope in the dark abysmal drought. and look at me now… not one amajiki smau. i need to correct this issue

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.”

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⋆˚࿔ when courage calls

when a stupid bet leads to you try and befriend hitoshi shinsou

contains: the typical bet trope but spun around, pre-relationship, mutual pining, implied bi!reader, gn!reader, bi!denki mentioned (projecting sorry)

authors note: part one is the set up so u don’t have to read it.

(i got carried away writing out reader, denki, mina, and hanta's friendship dynamic not sorry)

part two is when reader interacts with shinsou.

part one word count: 1.2k

total word count: 3.7k

you lay lopsided on the class a common room couch. the sun had already set leaving you and your friends in a comfortably dim lit space. hanta slouched on the couch close beside you, toothpick twiddling along as lip as he scrolled on his phone. mina was sitting against the couch, hands drawn up to play with the ends of your hair. 

“whaattt do you mean?” the pink girl raised her head to focus on denki’s words, eyes slowly dragging away from your hair and to him. you had been trying to tune out their conversation and relax, but denki’s loudness and mina’s love for drama made it very difficult to be incurious about.

denki scrambled to sit up from his starfish-like position on the ground and leaned closer to the two of you, “i can always tell when someone has a crush!” he pointed his finger up confidently. “like mr. yamada! he totally likes sensei aizawa!” he exclaimed. you lifted your head, propping it on the palm of your hand. you were interested now.

mina doubled over in laughter, “you’re kidding right?” she giggled, “they’re literally married!” she giggled. denki’s face dropped and mina snorted. you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“seriously?” denki muttered to himself, shaking his head. 

you nodded as hanta spoke up, “they told us when we were like first years man.” he confirmed, barely glancing up from his phone. 

“well still! i just had a feeling before you even told me so! my instincts are totally right!” he defended, crossing his arms in all seriousness.

“yeah?” mina grinned, leaning in his direction. “then can your instincts tell me who i had a crush on when we were first years?” she challenged. 

denki’s eyes immediately sparked, “that’s obvious. it was kiri right?” 

mina shook her head and tilted it back to look at you. she flashed you with a silly upside grin and it clicked. 

“me?” you thought out loud, your body unconsciously moving to sit up straighter.

“yeah!” mina said casually, leaving you assumed to was a tiny ‘friend’ crush– she has a lot of those. “and i wasn’t the only one.” she chirped. again, very casually.

“what the fuck, who?” denki squawked, his brisk ‘don’t care’ attitude fading away.

“god, you're nosy.” hanta laughed from behind his screen. “i’m pretty sure we all knew shoto liked y/n too.”

mina was quick to raise a brow, alongside you, “shoto..?” her nose scrunched up as she thought. “i mean, i’d believe it.” she shrugged.

“you don’t remember?” hantas question was targeted to mina. “that one time he asked us if we thought y/n would like to get a bouquet of flowers.” hanta nudged you with his foot and he wiggled his shoulders.

“it was right after we moved into the dorms, i thought it was a welcoming gift!” you blattered out. it was true. you vividly remember how he gave you the flowers and a very out-of-character hug. now that you were recalling the moment you could see the signs. his nervous sputtering, his tinted cheeks. were you really this oblivious?

“right. a welcome gift that he only gave you.” mina said in a serious tone. a flush of embarrassment crept up across your cheeks. “anyways, i was talking about jiro, not shoto.” mina said. “she had it bad. god don’t get me started with the love songs.” she dramatically groaned and the blood ran to your cheeks. you rested a cool hand on your face, attempting to ground yourself.

“wait so,” denki pointed to hanta, “shoto,” he then pointed to mina, “and jiro both liked y/n?” he affirmed.

“this is news for me too.” you muttered, the wave of hotness rush over your entire body now. “no way that’s real, right?” you forced yourself to laugh and dipped your head towards mina.

“oh those lyrics were definitely real,” mina shuttered as she rubbed your arm “but really, you’re a total catch babe! none of this is surprising.” she patted you.

“that is so not fairrr,” denki whined from across you. he leaned onto the couch behind him, throwing his head back and raising his hands. “how can y/n pull girls and guys and i can’t even rizz up shinsou.”

“because you're stupid?” hanta replied.

at the same time mina said, “because you— wait you’re trying to get with shinsou? like purple hair, mind quirk shinsou?”

for a moment you seriously considered going back to tuning out the conversation. 

together, the three of you glanced at denki. he just shrugged. “i mean i offered to do his physics homework.” 

mina hung onto his words, “and..?”

“and i might have forgotten to do it… but i still!” there was a stumble in his voice, “i tried!” 

“that is not how you flirt with someone denki,” you laughed, deciding you'd play into the light teasing. “you do know that right?”

denki let out a short huff, muttering, “like you could do better.”

hanta barked out a laugh, “they probably could.”

“oh yeahh they definitely could hanta.”  denki mocked, sticking out his tongue to the raven haired boy. 

“dumbass i’ll tape—!“ hanta tried to argue, body moving to lunge up from his spot on the couch but mina stopped him before he could. a shit-eating grin spread across denki's face. 

“guys, guys,” her voice hung in the air, catching both the boys' attention. “how about we make a bet out of this?” she peered at you, a curious look splattered across her face.

you mirrored her expression, “a bet? really? that’s kind of cliche don’t you think?” you looked to your other two friends, who had simmered down surprisingly quick. you studied the expressions on their faces, cursing yourself for becoming friends with the nosiest people at ua. (it takes one to know one)

“that wouldn’t be hero like…” you said, your tone leaning indecisive. “i mean, leading him on.. that’s wrong.”

mina was fast to shut down the paranoia slithering in your mind. “you don’t have to like woo him per se,” she playfully started. “just talk to him, be your normal self. and i bet he’ll fall for you!” you could almost see the cogwheels turning in her head as she spoke. mina’s imagination was prone to soar, especially when it came to anything relationship related.

“and i bet he won’t!” denki shot up. 

“i…” you bit your lip nervously. you had only spoken to shinsou a handful of times, never overstepping the boundary between classmates and friends. let alone anything romantic.

“hey, if he doesn’t end up liking you then it’s no harm to him,” hanta coaxed. “if this fails you could just consider it as making a new friend.” he shrugged.

“but i bet he won’t!” denki added in a hushed voice.

“shush!” mina said harshly to denki. she turned back to you, “only do it if you want to, okay?” she said.

technically it wouldn’t be wrong. you could just hang out with shinsou, see if he seems to show the tiniest bit of interest in you, and then act totally casual and cool about it if he does! nothing could go wrong there.

“as long as it doesn’t go too far.” you faltered.

“okay!” mina squealed. “one week from monday is the deadline.” the boys nodded in agreement and everyone melted back into the amiable atmosphere.

you removed your head from your hand and stretched back onto the couch below you, wondering what you just gotten yourself into.

part two here