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re-up | h. sero

⇨ sero was supposed to pick up and leave, but somehow, he keeps finding new reasons to stay.

“you fucking that old man?” until his hips fucking shatter, baby!

gamerboy izuku who has u in his lap while he plays, headset slung over his curly hair but he has one side shifted, resting on his scalp rather than his ear so he can still hear what you're saying. you're sitting with your chest curled against his, head buried in the crook where his neck meets his shoulder. he's conscious of your falling asleep, muttering directions to his friends rather than his usual shouting.

"'m sleepy," you murmur to him, words twisting into a yawn. "gonna sleep."

he glances down at you, and you can feel his lips tug into a smile on the crown of your head. "gonna fall asleep on me, pretty girl?"

"mmhm," your arms link loosely around his neck. "goo'night."

he's smitten with you. in his headset, his friends have gone quiet, until kiri suggests they call it a day. "leave zuku to his girl, yeah?" he thanks them, ripping off his headset and turning off his monitor before carefully manoeuvring you to his bed.

he kisses you, and you stir awake just long enough to hear him whisper, "i love you, princess."

you asked for scenarios with sero so i shall provide one (hopefully)

first date with sero where nothing goes right bc he’s very nervous and very clumsy

YES !!

he doesn’t understand how this happened. he even went to kirishima and bakugou asking how to plan this date out so that NOTHING would go wrong. yet here he stood. drenched with you under a bus stop, with ice cream smeared all over his pant leg.

it all started around 12:30. after 4 months of pinning after you, he managed to ask you out. well you kinda asked him out. it was late one night and you guys were texting. talking about school and stuff.

sero :p : yeah i can actually est Honkey’s ‘Tonk’ burger in 3 minutes and 23 seconds

y/n : NO U CANT ! stop lying

sero :p : I SO CAN !!

y/n : we’ll you’ll just have to show me, so i can see it for real :)

sero :p : i definitely should. how abt tmrw ?

y/n : sounds great ! 12:30?

and so that next day he waited by the school gate for you. you was mentally kicking himself for not offering to pick you up at your dorm but too late now. “sero? hey!” he heard from behind him, turing around he was met with you. how beautiful you looked in casual clothes: vintage levi jeans with a simple tight black long sleeve. your jewelry glistened in the afternoon sun and he had to come back from his haze to greet you. the beginning was going great! he ended up not ordering the hunkey’s tonk burger because, as mina said, making a lady watch you scarf down a pound burger was not a turn on. so he took you to a small thai place he knew of. the two of you talked, ate and at the end of the meal you offered to buy him ice cream.

walking down the street to the ice cream parlor sero couldn’t help but thank whatever forces are in control for a great date. the sky was getting a little cloudy but nothing serious. when the two of you went outside to enjoy your treats, a MASSIVE gust of wind ran right past the two of you. by some force it managed to roll onto seros lap, creating a big sticky splatter on his pant leg. you laugh it off and pull some napkins from your purse to blot it so at least it wasn’t wet.

he pulls you into the ally behind a the ice cream place and you crouch down to try and get most of the ice cream off. he embarrassingly tells you it is no big deal and he can get it himself but you won’t listen. you get up, sadly telling him that you did the best you could but he’d probably have to wash them. you can tell by his face sero is clearly in a bad mood now, so you led him back in the direction of the dorms. he hates himself now. he ruined a perfectly good day. well he didn’t directly ruin it but that doesn’t help his mood. he walks beside you, slowly. he can’t even look at you he’s too embarrassed. he doesn’t make small talk, and neither do you. not because you don’t want to talk to him but you just don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

he notices you open your mouth a little then close it, biting the inside of your cheek. he makes a mental note to ask you about it later when he’s more chipper. then you inhale, loud enough for him to hear and turn slightly facing him as you walk. he’s bracing for you to reject in one of the many ways he has become familiar too then-

a loud bang, and then crack, and then silence before the hard water falls from the sky. sero looks up. not believing that this too is happening right now. he looks down at you and expects dispoinemt, anger, saddness, any of those but he’s met with your pretty soft smile before meeting his eyes and grabbing his hand-

and you’re running. with him. hand in hand to the bus stop a hundred feet ahead. he can hear your laugh through the rain and wind gushing past his ears and ue can’t help but smile with you. the two of you stay thete, laughing and he apologizes.

“for what?”

“ruining your day. i know it wasn’t your plan to clean ice cream off me and get drenched in your pretty outfit.”

“you clearly don’t know anything about my plans, sero.” you say with a wink. after a moment of laughter you look back up at him. “you think my outfit is pretty?” you ask him in that sly tone. you see his muscular shoulders relax, as if he’s just let go of a breath when he says “i think everything about you is pretty.” with this eyes.

the two of you wait for an hour under the bus stop. chatting away about everything and nothing. when the storm is reduced to light sprinkles he takes your hand to walk you back to your dorm. kissing your cheek goodbye. when he walks back to the common room where his friends reside. they stare at him soaked head to toe with a noticeable darker stain on his pants, mina can’t help but cringe. “how did uh- the date go?” she ask nervously. expecting a defeated sigh come from him like all the other times but instead, he smiles “good. real good.” he replies as he grabs a soda and walks back to his room.

☆༉ — RYOMEN SUKUNA. santa’s little helper.

about. dressing up as slutty santa warrants some unwanted attention, luckily, sukuna is there to play santa’s grumpy little helper. merry christmas.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, meet cute, reader gets harassed/cat-called, reader is wearing a dress, modern!sukuna, fem!reader. it’s still christmas somewhere - enjoy !! (1K).

you meet modern bf!sukuna at a train station on christmas eve.

all your friends have gone home with guys that they fancied from the club, all the ubers in the area are either booked out or have sky high prices just to get you thirty minutes away not to mention the fact that it’s ice cold and your stupid mean girls themed santa outfit keeps riding up.

if you huff hard enough a cloud of smoke appears in place of your breath — like that of a mighty dragon, accumulating in the night air. it entertains you for all but a moment and doesn’t waste enough time for your train to come faster.

it’s not due for another thirteen minutes.

in that time you watch gangs of girls, groups of guys and just about anybody come and go from the station. your platform isn’t packed but it’s not too empty to the point where you feel unsafe.

“hey pretty girl.” ugh. as if your night couldn’t get any worse, a dingy looking stranger appears from nowhere — breathing down your neck, nastily drinking you in as if you’re a free shot at a bar. like you’re easy.

waving your hand away, you focus your gaze on the platform across the track and pray that someone notices your predicament. “no thank you.”

“oh come on gorgeous, give a guy a chance!” they press, crossing all of your boundaries to be in your space. even as you try to walk away, you can still feel the ghost of their sleazy words against the bare and exposed parts of your skin.. “where are you going all dressed like that, with no one to admire you?”

on instinct, you pull down your skirts as if to hide yourself from greedy eyes — storming down the platform. “none of your business!”

“hey now, little miss santa! don’t you wanna know? i’ve got a sleigh you can ride!”

“not interested! i’m all good.”

“why? you got a boyfriend?”

“yeah, i do.” you lie smoothly.

“then where is he?” the stranger mocks and closes in on you — you look around pathetically, waiting for some good passer-by to come and help you.

a heavy hand land’s on the stranger’s shoulder — making them jump in shock. you watch as the hand squeezes down, almost tight enough to break bone. “right here,” says a gravelly, husky voice that instantly fills you with warmth and relief. stepping aside, your hero reveals himself — tall with rippling muscles and spiralling black tattoos, lazy blood red eyes and a snarl that reveals sharp fangs and canines. all topped off my tufts of soft pink hair, which don’t do anything to dim his threatening aura. “you got a problem?”

“n-no! sorry man, i didn’t—“

“fuck off, will ya?” your hero spits out venomously and the stranger nods — practically disappearing into thin air after that. your shoulders sag and tensions dissipate from your body. “you okay…miss?”

tentatively, you give the pink-haired man your name — you owe him that much after he’d more or less saved your skin. “all good, thanks to you…”

“sukuna.” he doesn’t look at you, instead pulling a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lighting one with a flicker of a flame. it’s like he feels you watching him in dismay, and laughs as he takes a drag. it’s kind of sexy, you’ll admit — the way he throws his head back let’s you see the thick lines of black ink extending down his neck. “ticket office is closed and security is shit here. small station. no one’s watching me smoke.”

“right…thanks, sukuna.”

he finally turns to you, deep and blood red eyes drinking you in — almost scrutinising you. you squirm under his gaze, heat prickling at the back of your neck and providing some protection from the cold. “where were you off too?”

“christmas party with some friends.”

“where are they now?”

“sucking face somewhere, and no, they didn’t offer me an Uber before they left.”

sukuna taps the ash from his cigarette and it falls away in the icy breeze. “shit night.”

wringing your fingers, you shrug a little bit. “i guess it could have been worse. so thank you for helping out,” you hum appreciatively. “all i have to do now is wait for this stupid train.”

a beat of silence passes between you both, only broken by your chattering teeth and sukuna’s occasional sniff between puffs of smoke. you hate smokers, but you don’t ask him to stop. not after he’d helped you and is willing to be your human shield until your train comes. anyone else would have left by now.

“i can give you a ride home, if you want?”

you frown… was he, trying to make a move on you?

“if you have a car why are you at a train station.”

sukuna smirks slowly, dropping his cig to the floor and crushing it under his sneaker. you don’t remind him that there’s a law against smoking on the platform. “i’m waiting for my little brother to get home from a trip with his friends. we don’t live too far from here and i offered to pick him up from the station.” he shrugs.

you blink up at him with wide eyes. you’d never imagine a man that looks and carries himself like he does to care so deeply for someone else. you suppose you’re judging a book by his cover.

you’re dressed like slutty santa, so you honestly have no right to do so.

“what’s your brother’s name?”

“yuuji. it’s just us, no parents. that’s why i’m picking him up.” sukuna turns to you, running a hand through his messy pink undercut. “look, i promise i’m not some creep. y’just look cold and i’m not about to let some girl get fucked over by weirdos at this time of night. i won’t touch you, but you can sit in the back with yuuji if it makes you feel better. people usually prefer his stupid face over mine anyways.” he mumbles that last part to himself, but is pleasantly surprised by the cute flutter of laughter that escapes you. “what’s s’funny?”

with a hand resting on your bare stomach, you try to contain yourself. “is it the tattoos or the fact that you have resting bitch face?”

“both.” sukuna sniggers in response, shoving his cold hands deep into his pockets. “so, you takin’ up the offer or what?”

“yeah, thank you…sukuna,” you smile, subtly sliding up beside him for warmth on the chilly platform. “i’d like to meet yuuji for myself, see which brother i prefer.”

“oh fuck you.”

“maybe some other time.”

and even though he’s sure that you’re joking, sukuna detects a glint of honestly in your sparkling eyes as the train finally approaches — it’s yellowing light from inside the carriage only illuminating that spark. you turn your head, trying to spot yuuji while he ponders your words.

sukuna is definitely going to ask for your number after he drops you home. he’ll have to thank that brat of a baby brother yuuji for the opportunity next — without him begging for sukuna to come get him, this would have never happened.

you would have never met.

it’d be a great christmas story to tell the grandkids too. so he’d really have to thank yuuji, even though sukuna would never hear the end of it.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

after an argument with izuku and he finds it hard so to be mad at you. (teeny tiny drabble)

“can we be friends agaaaiiinnn ‘zuku?” you cutely whine, pawing at his chest and trying to obnoxiously lay across his lap. he’s trying to not give you any attention, big emphasis on trying because his arm is naturally coming to lie across your waist and pulling you into him.

“what do you mean? we’re always gonna be friends…. just… just on a boyfriend break at the moment.” he mumbles and you can tell from the three frown lines between his eyebrows that he’s really thinking carefully about how to get his point across. though he makes no move to suggest this ‘boyfriend break’, his calloused scarred hand even rubbing your thigh soothingly. it makes you giggle because he’s only making it hard on himself, you know how to work around him.

“you’re not my boyfriend now?“ and you have the audacity to make your voice go so innocently high at the end with a puppy-like tilt to your head and your bottom lip jutting out in a pout. one of your hands palm the centre of his chest and you can feel his soft heartbeat underneath. he’s still avoiding your eyes, gaze wavering to whatever sport match is playing on the tv and his leg bouncing impatiently on the ground.

“no, like i am, i’m just not talking to you right now,” he tries to combat, and upon hearing a slightly amused sound leave your throat he’s now frowning down at you. the frown is nothing but cute, the scrunch of his nose making all his freckles pile on top of each other and you can’t help but peck his cheekbone.

“yes you are,” you taunt, flicking from his emerald green eyes to his plush lips. izuku knows what that look means on you, your lips parted a little and your chest pushing against his. he’s feeling a little overwhelmed, fighting a groan from leaving his lips. he doesn’t know what he was even annoyed about at this point. it all seems to have dissipated with the way half your body is now sitting on his lap, beginning to straddle his hips and your other hand travelling to rest on his bare skin under his shirt. you’re making him hot and his mind fuzzy so like always, he gives in. izuku gives you a firm kiss on your lips, and he feels you smile into it. you’re such a minx, he knows what you’re playing at. then he pulls away like he didn’t just do that, like his hand isn’t now drifting from the curve of your waist to rest on your ass. he should be annoyed still.

“no i’m not. not really.” he replies, but your blinding smile in-front of his face is hard to miss and is practically begging for him to admire. so he does, a tiny hum bubbling from his lips as your hand rests at his thick neck. the touch makes his eyes flutter, especially when your thumb presses on a sensitive point. you’re so pretty, bright eyes and gorgeous smile. damn, how could he stay mad at you?

“fine then. we don’t have to not really talk,” and you peck him again, twice, his lips meeting yours in a pout on the second. you rub your nose against his and you feel his hot breath on your mouth, “wanna make out?” and it’s funny you’re asking because you can feel that he wants to.

“yes please baby.” and he softly bites your bottom lip to pull you in for another.

taglist (idk if this is worth taglist n it’s izuku lmao)

@katsukichu @itachislut @txpsyy @ohtsumu @soigneil @cythecolor @killuomi @nanamisbento @deneuves @ashleyjoyx @curran-is-so-pretty

ooh what about Online relationship + Yamaguchi? (if it's still open that is)

— choose a moodboard + a character! <3

— besos

pairing: e-1610!miles x fem!reader

a/n: this is my gif! it took so long to find this clip + make it into a gif so pls give credit if you use it lol

summary: your makeup leaves kiss imprints all over miles’ face and neck, which you quickly have to figure out how to hide from his mother. wc: 1,033

contains: fluff, teenage romance

word bank: “besos” - kisses, “enamorado” - lover boy, “mijo” - son, “dios mio” - my god

“Hold still…”

Your soft lips pressed testimonies of your love upon the surface of Miles’ smooth skin, your giggles of excitement muffled as you kissed his temple, the apple of his cheek, the tip of his nose, the corner of his lips— anywhere you could easily reach, really.

Steady hands cradled the dip of your back to keep you in your straddled position on his lap, gentle fingers ghosting over the fold of your waistband and one of his eyes pinched closed in preparation for more of your frenzied affection.

“Jeez, you love me love me, huh?” he laughed, his answer presented to him in the way your kisses began to trail along his jaw, then started further down the column of his neck, his pulse gently thrumming against your gloss-tinted lips as the pace of his heart quickened.

His tongue quickly swiped at his chapped lips and he allowed his eyes to fall closed with a light sigh, enjoying himself for just a moment, until the distant sound of pots clinking brought him back to where he really was, in his room, with his mother just a few paces outside, resulting in a gentle warning pat against the curve of your hip.

“Alright, alright, chill.” he chuckled breathily, slowly pulling away from you to lean back on his hands and take you in, drinking in the image of how cute you looked on his lap like this.

He didn’t need a mirror to see what his face looked like, the slightly shocked expression on yours as you covered your laugh with a hand was enough for him to go off of.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him it wasn’t, to tell him that his face wasn’t lavished in the remnants of your brown lip gloss and liner— but you couldn’t. He was covered in them, prints of your lips garnished all over his handsome features. Your lips split apart and came back together like a fish out of water, so you simply settled for another stifled snicker and a head nod instead.

“You do know if my mom sees this on my face it’s our asses, right?” he reminded you, and as if on cue, you heard his mother’s voice project from outside, your spine standing straight, just like the hairs on the back of your neck.

“Mijo, food is ready, come eat!”

Stunned eyes locked onto Miles’ for a beat, just to see if they were as wide as yours, or if they held just as much panic— and they did. Without a word spoken you scrambled off his lap faster than you’d even gotten there in the first place, his mirroring of your movements almost causing him to tumble off the bed. The room was thrust into a discord of silenced chaos for a few panicked seconds, your body spinning in two aimless half-circles with disoriented, wafting hands; as if the ridiculous looking movement could actually assist your anxiety frazzled brain in coming up with a plan.

Miles ruffled his sheets, hands frantically splaying around to find anything that would be useful in this moment until a shirt came into your view— a hurried, whisper-shout of his name tearing from your throat to get his attention. You swiftly kicked it up from the floor with your foot, flinging it towards his face and watching as his hand shot out in front of him to catch it not even a second after you’d punted it.

The graphic t-shirt you’d found managed to scrub his face clean of the incriminating evidence, not that you had much time to check the success rate of that as you were rushed out of the room hastily, your boyfriend’s hands plastered against the lower-middle of your back to usher you out the room in large steps, your feet having to shuffle to keep up.

“Dios mio, mile—!“ his mother’s voice fell short when the two of you chaotically stumbled your way into the kitchen, your lips tucked into themselves as you stood at attention, hands politely clasped behind you, while Miles was off to the side, shoulder leaned against the adjacent wall, legs crossed and hands on his hips. Totally not suspicious.

“Oh,” she blinked, giving the two of you a quick once over. The first thing she noticed was her son’s unusual demeanor, his eyes big and brows raised high, an expression he only wore when he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be. But what really gave it away was the strange distance of a few feet wedged between the both of you. Just over an hour ago you guys had embraced one another in a long hug after he’d opened the door to let you in—right in front of her— and now, you were suddenly acting as if you were scared to even be near each other, like you were nervous to breathe the same air in her presence.

“Mm,” she turned back towards the stove to turn the rice over in the pot, allowing the both of you to exhale a trembled breath of relief, one you realized came prematurely merely milliseconds after it left your lungs. “I think you may have missed one, enamorado.” (lover boy)

Eyes almost blowing from your skull, you swallowed hard and reluctantly shifted your head up towards your boyfriend, who was frozen in place, your gaze dropping down to the slightly smeared gloss and lip liner against the skin of his neck; a painfully visible reminder of your previous tryst.

The knowing smirk that pulled at the corner of his mother’s lips went overlooked, just as Miles let his chin fall to his chest, his arm folding over his torso and his opposite hand slapping over his abashed expression, a defeated sigh sounding from behind it.

“I’ll help you with the plates, mama rio.” you voiced your offer quietly and cleared your throat as you went to slip in beside her, which she obliged to with a light chuckle.

“Sure, sweetie.”

“I’m-“ Miles sighed, scratching the back of his neck timorously and scanning the area for an escape before a tentative finger pointed into the dining room. “I’m gonna go over there.” He decided with a swooped nod, long legs carrying him from a scolding he knew he would have to come back to once you were gone.

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