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☆༉ — 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.

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operation ‘lover’ // hanta sero smau

fem!reader. no quirk au. bnha college au.

a/n: had a completely different idea when i first storyboarded this, i don’t even know how we got here 😭

you had a deal with your dad: stay at the top, stay unemployed. but when he randomly flips the script, you have to find a job, and fast. when your best friend suggested becoming a tutor to get your dad off your back, and for some spare cash, you thought it was worth a shot. being in the top 5% of your class would make this job easy; but who you were tutoring would not.

prologue. | part 2. (soon!)

part 1.

the large sigh that came from the other side of the room caught your attention immediately. shinso was staring dead at the wall in front of him, his phone thrown to the other side of his small bed.

“you good?” you asked him, putting your assigned book for class down in your lap.

“i think we should find you something else to do.” his eyes never left the wall. “or fuck it, i’ll even talk to your dad. this tutoring thing isn’t going to work.”

“what’s stuck up your ass?” your brows furrowed as you kept a close eye on him. shinso was prone to mood swings. god he had them all the time. but this might have been the first time you had seen him genuinely pissed off in a while. usually he snapped out of it quickly, but now it seemed that he didn’t want to leave it behind until he’d done something about it.

“i don’t know why i even went along with your idea.” his eyes still glued to the wall. you rolled your eyes and stood from where you were sitting, moving to block his view of the wall he had become so fond of.

“words, toshi. they’re very important. you have to use your big boy words and tell me what happened.” your hands we’re on your hips as you spoke to him as if he were a child. he finally looked up at you through his lashes, a scowl permanently etched on his face.

“god, they’re all assholes. every single one of them.” he leaned up, removing his back from where it been against the head board behind him. “what is your dad going to do if you don’t find a job?”

“i literally have no idea but i’m going to assume the worst.”

“what would ‘the worst’ be?” shinso had moved himself to the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the blanket beneath him.

“i dunno, like, making me come home or something?” you said, your tone becoming ever more inquisitive. “he didn’t tell me. why?”

“my team. they’re a bunch of ridiculous morons who think it’s funny to be dicks.”

“shinso, if you’re worried about me being able to take care of myself, i promise you, i will be fine.” this wasn’t the first time shinso had tried to take control of something you had going on. that’s part of the reason you loved him being your friend; he was able to make hard decisions for you that you couldn’t. unfortunately, sometimes it was just annoying. his chill demeanor had a hard time at hiding his anxious tendencies, and right now it shone through like a flashlight in the fog.

hitoshi stared at you with a look you couldn’t quite discern. he let out a sigh and took a second to think. he knew you could handle your own things, you’d been doing it pretty well since he met you. he hadn’t expected to get close with you when you reached out to him in middle school, but since he did, his attachment to your friendship was something he prioritized above all else. he hated the idea that you thought he saw you as helpless when that was the exact opposite. he trusted you, he didn’t trust them.

“i know you’ll be fine. i’m not worried about you. i mean i am, but i’m more worried about what ever fucked ideas those weirdos have.” he had been friends with the guys on his team for long enough to know that when you put them all in the same room, someone was bound to end up dead because of their stupidity, and that was something he didn’t want you to be subjected to. the smile that appeared on your face did a bad job at calming his nerves.

“tosh, they’re boys, what do you expect. trust me, if one of them decides to be weird then i’ll take care of it.” you laughed in spite of the tension ruminating from shinso’s rigid form. “it’s just a tutoring job. it’s not like they’ll be up my ass 24/7. i’ll see them maybe once a week.”

“okay then we’re making a deal.” he said as he stood from the bed, now eye level with you. he stuck his hand out and looked at you expectantly. oh he was serious. this was something you two had been doing since your friendship began. when one of you really wanted something from the other, a hand was shook, and a deal was made. not once in the 6 years you and him had been friends, had a deal been broken. there was this unspoken loyalty that hung between the two of you that made it hard to waver the trust you had in each other. if he wanted a deal, then he would get a deal. you clasped your hand in his and squeezed tightly.

“i want you to steer clear of a couple of them, okay?” he raised his eyebrows at you and you nodded in response.

“okay, which ones? they bad or something?” you asked.

“not bad, just fucking stupid, and you don’t have time for that.” he chuckled lightly to himself. “denki kaminari. he’s such a damn weirdo. i love the dude but i don’t trust that he won’t try something.” you nodded your head in response again. if he was really this worried then you obviously trusted his word.

“is there anyone else?”

“yeah.” shinso replied, his hand growing sweaty in yours. “hanta sero. he’s cool, but again, i don’t trust that he won’t try something.”

“yeah okay. i can do that.” you gave your friend a grin. “so does that mean no tutoring them?” you finally broke free from his grasp, wiping his sweat onto the leg of your sweatpants.

“if you want to tutor them i won’t stop you. money is money.” he flopped back onto his bed, his head feeling lighter now. “just don’t go hanging out with them outside of that.”

“it’s just a tutoring gig.” you sat back in your chair, the book you set down earlier now perched in your hands again. “i don’t plan on being best friends with them.”

a/n: my unhealthy obsession with shinso just keeps growing and i can’t get away. SOMEBODY SEDATE ME.

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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.

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spiderman!deku always finds a way of sneaking out without anybody noticing. having good grades and a lot of friends helped him look like a normal teenager. well, he wasn't.

"aaah, aizawa-sensei, I have a stomachache, can i go to the bathroom?" the green haired boy asked, his back arching while both of his hands grabbed his stomach.

"yes." the grown man said not sparing him a glance.

rushing through the gym, he strutted until his legs brought him to the exit door, pushing hard he got out of the place looking everywhere until he couldn't see a soul. okay, time to change.

hiding rapidly on the common bathroom outside the gym, he quickly took his sport-like clothes off revealing the elastic and shiny green and red attire, showing a medium black spider on his chest. he put on the mask, which had two little bunny-like ears and hid his clothes under the sink which he always put his clothes in.

first part, done, and oh! he lasted three minutes! that's a new record.

closing his eyes, he felt the growing anxiety bubbling on his stomach, and then a tug on his eyes making him look directly at his left. there it was. a suspicious looking man running from the police. apparently there wasn't any heroes near so he could make an intervention.

izuku stretched his arm out, a white web flew across the campus until it got stuck on a light pole. and there he goes, the green hero which identity couldn't be revealed.

swinging through the streets, gaining speed until he had the running man in his arms. grabbing the man with such care so he wouldn't get hit by their quirk on accident, he rapidly embraced the man with the web, making the man curse out loud, but not finding a way of getting out, he stood still until the police arrived minutes later.

"who we have here, the spider hero, with whom do I owe the pleasure?" one of the policeman said.

but izuku wasn't careless, he knew as much as he was a hero behind a mask, he was also a vigilante and the police was also looking for him.

"you know, just a teenager trying to save the world." and as soon as those words left his mouth, he was in the skies again, swinging, leaving the police and the trapped man behind.

checking his watch he saw he only had ten minutes until next class.

going inside the common bathroom again, he stepped inside and directed his feet towards the cabinet again. only to find it empty.

"wait wha-"

"you looking for this, spiderman?"

turning in his heel slowly, he saw you holding his normal clothes on your hands.

"if you want me to give this to you-" you closed the door and leaned on it. "first answer me, who are you?"

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ochako as ur gf. (again)

very possessive girl.

omfg. if ur talking to anybody she will get all petty and passively pissy at everyone. she won’t tell you she’s feeling like that or anything because she doesn’t think it’s your burden to deal with. it isn’t ur fault you’re so attractive. it’s their fault for thinking they can talk to you. so she’ll just throw death glares at them.

loves your dorm

she’s there all the time. it’s her own little escape from the stress and pressure of a hero student in the 1A dorm. she’s loves how everything smells like you.

hates going on the subway alone

she always feels like she’s being watched but with you she feels safer. because you’re a badass

matching outfits

she always ask you what you’re wearing so she can coordinate. i have a headcanon she’s like…. ocd but not.. she just needs everything in her life to look put together kinda ?? anyways. it’s not always just striaght up wearing the same thing, more like matching color palettes

she organizes/cleans everything

if you’re a more messy person don’t worry bc ‘chako will GLADY just clean up your room, desk, work space without a complaint. she loves doing it.

CLINGY

oh m gee. if she sees you, she will not let go of you. one part of her must always be touching you. weather it’s her thigh touching yours, holding pinky’s, or just her head resting on your shoulder. she needs to feel you physically there.