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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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pairing: earth 42!miles x black!reader

warnings: light swearing

Summary: You were alone with your best friend's brother, something was doomed to happen right?

a/n: I had nothing to write, then this idea randomly popped into my head while playing gta

Miles exited his room, grabbing a glass of water but stopped midway when he saw you sitting on the couch. “Yo, need some company?” 

You looked up from your phone “Nah, im fine.”

He smirked “You know Kayla won't be getting off work until 10 right? Won't kill you to socialize a bit.”

“Im not in the mood, Morales.”

He put his glass down and sat beside you “You good Ma?”

Despite your close friendship with his sister, Miles was someone you could always trust and come to for advice. However, you’ve been looking at him differently lately, he was getting taller, more muscular and handsome. Nonetheless, you knew how much of a risk it would be to act on those feelings, so you tried to push them back for the sake of your best friend.

You shook your head “Some nigga been stressing me out and shit.”

Miles laid back on the couch “What, he ain't treating you right?”

You shrugged “He just be giving me mixed signals, wants me to meet up with him and then doesn't call me for days, like what?”

He scoffed “You too pretty to be dealin’ with that, drop him the fuck.”

You looked at him with a surprised expression, not expecting him to say that at all.

Miles smiled at you as he scooted closer “What? You don't think I find you attractive?”

You turned your head away, trying to hide the blush that was forming on your face.

“Nah nah nah, lemme see your face.”

You sighed turning back to face him “Don't you have a game to get back to?”

He ignored your comment, his eyes looking you up and down “You know what's crazy? I've been noticing that you dress differently when you know im gonna be home. Like your hair would be done or you wear something more presentable than sweats.”

“Nigga please, you need to be humbled.” You responded knowing damn well he was right.

He let out a small laugh “ight whatever but I find it cute.”

As the silence lingered for a couple of minutes, it seemed like the both of you were leaning in closer towards each other, your faces only a few inches away.

“You know we shouldn’t….do this..”

Miles licked his lips “Mhm..yeah but we both have wanted to for a while mami..”

Fuck, he was right.

Just before things escalated, you both heard the sound of keys unlocking the door, causing you to move back to your original spot.

“My bad girl, my boss had me working extra hours like some slave.” 

Kayla looked at your face, acknowledging how red it was “Was my brother bothering you?”

“Nah, he wasn’t.”

love this boy

if i was a ua student id immediately crush on denki . i can admit that

after college maki was lost. he graduated, got a degree in pre law and had a job at some law firm that payed him to read legal papers and make sure they were ok or wtv. it paid ok, his apartment was ok, his life was ok. except the fact that he hated it.

his job, the people he worked with, his neighbors, he hated it all. makki is NOT a boring person by far yet his life was so… boring.

his saving grace was saturday nights where him, matsukawa and either matsu’s new gf of the week or iwa/oikawa (depending on if either were in town) would join them at a bar for drinks. maki loved it. the owner was this guy who had been here since the dawn of time, there was usually either stand up, karaoke or some band playing at the stage. it was an environment he felt he belonged in. despite every surface being a little sticky and the overall stench of the place consisting of beer and cheap perfume.

however, one saturday maki was alone. matsun was out of town and neither oikawa nor iwazumi were in japan at the time but he still went to the bar that night. a little drunk and a little pissed off at his co-workers, makki wrote his name on a price of paper and dropping it in the hat to be picked out of. tonight was stand up and if he was being honest, maki knew he was naturally a funny guy. he could make any situation hilarious, just the way he told stories and roasted ppl made them funny as hell.

“NEXT UP ISSsss- hanamaki!”

oh shit, now i actually have to go up there. he thought. he wasn’t nervous though, more just annoyed even though he volunteered for this. the crowd was already a bit dead and he was too mad at his life and drunk to care if he bombed or not. he started going on about his boss, stuff like how could a man in such a high position be so stupid. he went on about his co workers and his neighbors and his childhood. how growing up in single mother household with two older sisters was the definition of heaven and hell. (mostly hell) he glanced at the timer by his feet. 10 seconds. “wow only 10 seconds left? well thank you guys for laughing with me about my life. i’m Maki. y’all have a great night.” he closed off with a small roar of applause and stepped down ready to head out.

as he was collecting his things from his place at the bar, a man comes up to him slugging his arm around Maki suddenly. “you were pretty good up there y’know. you do stand up anywhere eles ‘round town?” he asked with an itialinan or brooklyn accent which makki found particularly unusual as they were in japan. “oh. nah man. that was my first time.” he replied casually whilst brushing the man’s arm off him to pull on his coat. “mm well i thought you were definitely something up there.” the man reaches into his front pocket of his trousers to pull out a card with matalic writting SI Alley on it. “i run a comedy club a little ways down, you shoukd really come by.” and the man slipped away.

little did he know that that one interaction changed Maki’s poor boring life into something much more exciting.

( a/n: uh basically he never showed up for his office job ever again. didn’t formally quit. no email. just didn’t show up monday. and now makes his living off doing stand up gigs and bartends at the SI Alley. BUTTT he becomes famous in tiktok and gets to become the host of a comedy show (Haikyuu ver of SNL but funnier) )

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?

multi-character drabble.

includes insecure! reader w glasses, adult themes so, mdni.

he doesn't understand why you take off your glasses right before stepping out. you're squinting at absolutely everything, struggling to even read the types of boba on the menu behind the counter. your eyebrows are furrowed and you're biting your lips, so he reads out the menu, emphasizing your go-to. as you walk out of the cafe with your usual boba in one hand, and his arm in the other, he asks you. "do you not feel pretty in your glasses?" and you almost choke on the chewy tapioca. you ask him to elaborate with wide eyes, does he too, think you're prettier without your glasses?

"they add character to your appearance. to me, they enhance your beauty, instead. dunno why you don't like 'em. my entire body gets hot when i see you in 'em. like, the urge to just drop everything and fuck-" noticing your amused expression, he immediately stops himself. he was never good with words...so maybe, he'll just show you with actions.

and staying true to his internal promise, he did.

his hands trained on your waist, gripping tightly as he tries to keep his eyes open despite the overwhelming pleasure.

his large, veiny cock pacing in and out of you so quickly, hitting all the right spots, making such a mess that you can't register anything in that brain of yours before you're cumming all over the sheets again. your glasses getting crooked as you try to bury the back of your head into the pillow, because your brain just could not handle the amount of pleasure being received by your body. "s-so hot....f-fuck...y'er so hot..."

gojo, reo, eren, bakugo, nagi, barou, atsumu, kunigami, suna rintaro + your favs <3

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