Beautiful

A request where Miguel’s daughter and miles are a thing but maybe like a rivalry to lovers typa trope

♱ — DON'T CALL ME THAT

pairing: e!1610!miles x afrolatina!fem!reader genre: enemies to lovers warnings: minor violence, make-out session guest stars: miguel o'hara, hobie brown, pavitr prabhakar, peter & mayday parker now playing: puppet - tyler, the creator CHARACTERS ARE AGED TO 17

summary: miguel was your adoptive father. you were lucky enough to also be granted with spider-like abilities, but miguel refused to let you actually go into battle and such for your own safety. you were cool with a lot of people but there was one in particular that you were taught to hate.

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It was around two o'clock in the morning when you snuck out of your penthouse. You knew it was wrong but you felt you had every right to do it, especially when you feel trapped in your own home all the time.

You never got out. You were raised to think the outside world was dangerous and that everything you'll ever encounter was out to get you. Better yet, kill you.

Tangled was your favorite movie because you related to it on a deeper later, though you never thought of your father as Mother Gothel. It was rude of you to compare your father to a villain.

Your father, Miguel, was also out on patrol and you knew exactly who he was with. Your only friends, Hobie, Peter and Pavitr. You would sometimes a feel a matter of resentment towards your father.

He got to go out and have all the fun while you stayed at home in your room all day. Whenever you got bored, you'd spend your time designing your own spider suit.

You knew the day would come when you'd finally be able to do what your father does, but you never knew when. Your spider suit was coloured white and pastel blue.

Once you crawled your way to the top of the building you slipped on your mask before taking a big leap off. In the midst of falling you closed your eyes, adoring the breeze.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you knew what you were doing was morally wrong, but it excited you. You're no longer a kid, you're tired of being kept a secret.

From the distance you seen minor explosions. That was where your father and friends were. You knew that because of how far they were, you'd be fine.

Suddenly, you felt a tingle. This tingle caught you completely off guard in the midst of swinging from building to building. With that, you fell into an alley and landed pretty hard.

You heard footsteps approaching behind you and immediately you turned around frightened by this, webbing them to the wall. This alley was dimly lit so it was hard to make out who or what you had just webbed.

"I see why your dad doesn't let you fight," the voice laughed.

You stormed up to the person webbed and ripped off their mask. All of your previous tension was eased when you noticed it was just Miles Morales, your sworn enemy.

"Hi mami," he smirked.

Miles was somebody you were taught to hate and stay away from, vice versa. But gosh, why did the person you declared your enemy have to be so damn attractive?

From his hair, to his eyes, to his entire face to his voice—you loved it all. You loved the way he spoke to you. Nothing but a light touch sends chills down your spine.

"Don't call me that," you groan.

"Quit liking it then," he says with that same stupid smirk.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your eyes, locking eyes with the boy. His low eyes could burn holes into your skin with the way that he was looking at you.

He magically came undone out of the webs and started walking up to you, backing you up into the wall behind you. His hands slowly slid around your waist.

His left hand reached for your mask, slowly ripping it off your head and smiled when he was met with your actual face.

"You look so beautiful, ma," he muttered under his breath.

"I said don't call me that."

He chuckled, "You love when I call you that."

Your hand was yet to slap him across the face but before you could, he webbed it to the wall. You grew furious, but you were weakening at his touch.

"Bite me," you snapped.

"Gladly."

You couldn't use your other hand to push him as he was being sneaky and already webbed it. So you resorted to using your entire body to push him but failed miserably.

Miles smirked once again. He begins inching closer towards you, immediately aiming for your neck where he'd then starts kissing along it. He took 'bite me' literally.

"Don't leave marks," you mumble and you feel him smiling against your neck.

You knew he wasn't going to listen to you. He rarely ever does. You were growing weaker for him by the second and you hated it, but deep down you secretly loved it.

"Don't tell me what to do, mi vida," he replies against your neck.

"But-"

"I don't care," is all he says.

You were going to speak, but were then cut off when he nips at a certain spot that makes you shiver and let out a small, involuntary moan.

Miles focuses on that spot for some time, sucking and nipping until he pulls back to admire his work. He smirks in satisfaction when he sees the mark beginning to form, then lets his eyes meet yours.

"We shouldn't be doing this, loco," you mumble.

Miles cocks an eyebrow, "I disagree. You want this just as much as I do, so we should."

You remained silent. You couldn't argue with that logic. When you don't say anything in protest, Miles takes this as the chance to lean in and connect your lips.

His hands were rested on your hips while your lips moved in perfect sync. Your hands broke out of the webs and you finally pushed him off of you, trying to catch your breath.

You internally blush when you see the way Miles is staring at you, his eyes seeming a darker brown than usual.

"What?"

"I told you to quit with the flirty shit," you replied annoyedly, wiping the excess gloss off of your lips.

"Yeah, but then you kissed me. Mixed signals, preciosa," he smirks.

You rolled your eyes before looking up and getting an idea. With that, you swung your way to the top of the building you previously fell from. It wasn't that high, but it was a great escape from Miles.

Your stomach was still filled with butterflies from the kiss you had just shared with him. It kind of made you smile a bit too, but you immediately shrugged it off when you caught yourself in the act.

When you landed in an area surrounded by trees, you were sure you escaped. You hid behind one of the trees looking out into the distance, positive that Miles had no idea where you went.

"You know, you're really bad at this," Miles chuckled.

You turned around startled at the fact that he was standing right behind you.

"God, I really fucking hate you," you mumble.

"I love you too, mami."

"I told you to stop calling me that," you say in a low voice as you get in his face, trying with everything you have to not look at his lips.

God, those lips.

"I still think you like it," he replies and stands his ground, not breaking the intense eye contact being shared as you try to stare him down.

Even though your mind is screaming not to, your eyes drift down to those magnificent pair of lips that have been infesting your thoughts since you shared that kiss earlier.

"I can tell you wanna kiss me again," he says smugly and you deeply felt defeated and wanted to say yes, but still, you stood your ground.

With that, you kick him in the stomach and make a run for it. You were stood in the middle of the road, certain that you got away. Suddenly you were blinded by lights and put your hands to your eyes to see what it was.

You were pulled away from the road by a web and immediately were wrapped in Miles' embrace. You watched as the speeding car drove away into the distance.

"Fuck ma, you scared me!"

"Shut up! I knew that was gonna happen...you're the one that's not supposed to be here," you lied.

You remove yourself from his embrace and continue to walk and like a puppy, Miles followed behind you. The sound of your fathers voice began to get closer.

You immediately turned around, pulling Miles along to hide with you in the nearest bush. You knew you were fucked when you heard him nearby.

You were fucked the moment you looked next you, seeing as Miles was again staring you down with hearts practically forming in his eyes.

Your father would've killed not only him but you too, considering the fact that he's always warned you about Miles. You began panicking. You had no idea how you were going to get yourself out of this one.

Miles watched the look of worry appear on your face and pulled you closer to him. You didn't care about a single thing at the moment. You rested your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat instantly calming you down.

Your father was stood right in front of the bush you and Miles hid in. Your eyes drifted down to his feet and noticed your mask in front of his feet.

Your hands flew to your mouth. You hoped he wouldn't look down to see it. From afar you noticed Hobie looking directly at the two of you, even noticing the mask in front of your fathers feet.

With that, Hobie quickly and quietly used his webs to bring the mask towards him. Your father quickly ran off, continuing his battle with the others.

Hobie sprinted over to the bush where you two then stood up looking incredibly guilty.

"Y/n you're insane for this, but big ups to you going against your fathers wishes. I don't believe in obedience," he chuckled.

"I always knew you guys had a thing, but this confirmed it," Pavitr blurted out, startling you and Miles.

Hobie's eyes drifted down to your neck where he sees the mark that Miles had left previously and was going in to touch it when Miles' arms wrapped around you.

"You should make your way home, mama. We'll take it from here," he says, pressing a kiss against your cheek that you immediately wiped off.

"Yeah, make your way home and get a cold spoon," Hobie joked, earning a web to his mouth from you.

Hobie and Pavitr both ran away, leaving you and Miles alone once again. Miles gave you one last kiss before backing up to go into battle with the others.

"Oh and mama, leave the window open. I'll come see you tonight!" He shouted before swinging off into the distance.

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HOW PRETTY HE IS

character that you started watching an anime for and the character you fell in love with instead: who are they go

ෆ making the first move, gn!reader, reblogs appreciated, not proofread

characters, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero

a/n: if you’re 18 and older don’t interact. these are minors, as am i and it makes me uncomfortable.

→ izuku never knew when the right time was. he didn’t want to screw it up, that’s why you were the one to do so. nothing big though because you didn’t want to overwhelm him. the simple gesture of holding his hand was enough to make him blush a hundred shades of red. but you walked hand in hand to your dorm before saying bye. once you’d hit your room door izuku was visibly freaking out walking down the halls. his hands were sweaty and his throat was tight. yet all you did was hold hands.

→ shoto unintentionally made the first move. with his lack of knowledge on things romance related he didn’t know anything like holding your hand would be a big deal. kissing? oh yeah he knew that would be, but hand holding seemed like it would’ve came naturally at the beginning of your relationship. why you hadn’t done so yet confused him. he saw it was the perfect time though when the two of you were walking back to the dorms in the chilly fall weather. he saw you shivering and decided maybe he could warm you up. so he reached for your hand with his left hand heated it up. even after you thanked him he continued to hold you hand the rest of the way. it was a nice feeling

→ with katsuki you made the first move. shocking? ehhh. i mean i don’t see him being the one to enable physical touch the first time. maybe after you do it because then he knows your comfortable. this time it wasn’t even hand holding. the two of you had returned to the dorms after training and were hanging out in the lounge. katsuki being himself was about to head to bed early so you stopped him. “wait i wanna give you something,” you said turning the ash blinds focus to you. as he stared at you waiting for you to ‘give him something’ you hurried to his side and placed yo lips on his cheek. “goodnight.” you smiled at him. his mouth fell open before he cleared his throat. “yeah, goodnight.”

→ eijiro wanted you to make the first move. for you guys it wasn’t hand holding either. that was a natural thing you both just did when you started dating. kisses on the cheek also became a gradually normal thing so ‘first move’ didn’t fit those. what it really was, was cuddling. the two of you had been sitting in his room watching movies on his bed—when you smoothly leaned your head on his shoulder in hopes he’d wrap his arms around you. the redhead froze slightly at the contact before hesitantly placing his arm of your shoulder. one thing leads to another and your arms are wrapped around each other as you slowly fall asleep in his arms. (amazing cuddles btw)

→ hanta tried so hard to be smooth about flirting with you prior to dating. it wouldn’t change when you were together. he never realized it but he already had a natural charm so when he terribly tried to flirt while dating it was never ‘smooth’—far from it really. what he did though was the classic ‘yawn-and-put-your-arm-over-the-shoulder’ thing. which did lead to you resting your head on his shoulder and eventually laying in his lap. so maybe it wasn’t the worst idea.

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Supermodel

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Katsuki bakugou picks up his model girlfriend after a show.

TW- literally softness, no swearing i think, paparazzi?, PDA.

Modelling was something you do as a hobby, born into what was consider a wealthy family you really didn’t need to do a job considering the amount of unnecessary money you held under your name and With what was considered a dream life, dream job, and a perfect boyfriend.

Katsuki was always your number one fan, as you were his, he was there at almost every show backstage and at the front row. You never blamed him for not always being there, being the number one pro hero was a tiring job and requires him to be able at all times, plus the extra attention you get from him to make up for not being there only makes it better.

Today was just another runway show, Katsuki couldn’t make it as he was being held up my some villain, which is okay as he informed you that he’ll be waiting at the back door to pick you up after. you usually liked to be in the present but you couldn’t help but want this to hurry up so you can see your “lover boy” (as your friends would call him). The walk was smooth with no errors, after all you were known as the best in the industry. after the final walk you quickly changed out of clothes into the silk dress you wore on your way here, it was comfortable yet classy, an emerald coloured 3/4 dress. you bid farewell to the workers and your friends, speeding through the halls to the back gate. as the door opens the chilly air hits you, you walk a little down the rather wide alleyway only to find katsuki leaning after his car, it appears he’s changed out of his hero costume into.. dress pants? that was uncharacteristic of him. he smiles as he notices you walking up to him, “hey katsu” you said, “new fit huh, i like it” you continued checking him out. “yea, wanted to take you out, i’m glad you like it sweetheart ” he said as he gave you a kiss.

“come on let’s get you out of here” he ushers you into the passenger seat of his ridiculously expensive car, driving with one hand never leaving your thigh. “how was the show pretty?” he asks as he comes to a stop infront of a large building, “ it was good i guess, boring without you in the front row though” you say as the valet key opens your door, you watch as katsuki hands him the key and walks around the car to you. “that’s why i’m here to make up for it my sweet girl” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist and nudges your cheek with his nose, his voice rough but tone soft. during the start of your relationship you often got whiplash at how katsuki’s behaviour changes around you, but this was his way to showing you that he loved you. that you weren’t like everyone else, that you were special, and that to him you were the world.

The evening spent with him was pleasant, the food was your favourite, katsuki knowing your taste like the back of his hand made sure to reserve the best restaurant, a spot with a stunning view and him constantly drowning you in his affections. both of you isolated in your own love bubble failing to realise the amount of footage paparazzi was able to get of you. needless to say, you, society’s IT girl, and number one Pro Hero Dynamight were trending for atleast a week after the incident, fans were swooning over the nations power couple and katsuki’s uncharacteristic softness that only makes it appearance with you.

secrets

ryomen sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friends (older brother) fic

previous part linked here

sukuna watches you get ready. or more appropriately, watches you try to hide your panic as you busy yourself with getting ready.

he found it interesting - the little rituals that you had. it was almost like a rehearsed routine the way you rotated in the morning, one he had committed to memory. he watches you secure your hair back, your fingers massaging different serums and moisturizers into your skin.

but there’s an increased fervor today, in the way you meticulously prod at your own skin - rubbing hard on the slight blemishes on your skin, covering up the darkness under your eyes, and brushing your hair three times to perfection.

it’s borderline obsessive. he hovers over your shoulder, before pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“don’t you think you’ve brushed your hair enough, doll? looks great.”

he watches as you run it through your hair again, muster a peachy smile for him. it doesn’t meet your eyes. sukuna starts to wonder when it was that he started getting so concerned about you, in the way that it almost never left the back of his mind.

“has to be even, sukuna. i brushed six times on the right so i have to do the same amount on the left.”

he pinches his lips together.

“seems closer to a hundred, princess. your hair is fine.” he murmurs.

sukuna watches as you give him a nod, brushing through your hair the last three times, before you swirl around in your chair and place your hands on his hips. if sukuna wasn’t so irked, he’d make a comment about the compromising position - the way you were looking up at him like you were on your knees.

you squish the bones in his fingers as he pulls you up, his demeanor increasingly reserved today. on any other day sukuna would have smothered you in fifty kisses by now - making some teasing comment about how he’d want to shower with you or make every attempt to kiss all the lip gloss off of your face.

you reach for sukuna’s tie, still loosely hanging around his neck as you eye the clock, and start knotting it together. you tighten it to his collar, pushing the buttons through their slits, as sukuna stares at you. it’s something you find him doing often, almost like he’s trying to discern your thoughts just from looking at your face.

“you okay, sukuna?” you hum.

“are you okay, y/n?”

“huh? why would you say that?”

“you said it first.” he counters.

“well, you haven’t kissed me yet today. it’s been an hour and-”

he cuts off the sentence by pressing his lips to yours, the coffee you made him still lingering on his lips. you smile into the kiss, pulling back to press a kiss to his cheek.

“didn’t realize i had to.” sukuna mumbles.

“are you stupid? that’s part of your boyfriend taxes.”

sukuna smiles, watching you tilt your head to the side and smile at him. he commits it to memory - the sweet look on your face.

“and what’s due, hm?” he asks.

“you’ve paid your fees.”

“you haven’t paid yours, pretty girl.”

you brush the fabric of his collared shirt on his shoulders, as you tuck the last of the folds in the place.

“you’re needy, you know that?”

“s’not what i meant. it’s part of your girlfriend taxes to tell me what’s bothering you.”

“just nervous to talk to yuuji, that’s all.”

sukuna would be lying if the pending approval wasn’t on his mind too. not only because he was positive that it would make you retreat from him, after he had been making every attempt to ease you into it over the past few weeks.

but the fact is that he’s always considered yuuji his savior. a silent gift sent to him, his first companion in life. it would be a sting to him if yuuji didn’t view him fit for someone special to him. that he’d think so little of him, or even worse, that yuuji could think that sukuna thought so little of you.

“you’ll come back here after?” he asks.

you nod.

“call if you need me.”

you and sukuna trek out of the apartment at the same time, both of your phones clutched in your hand as he locks up. his phone buzzes one and you flip the screen, ignoring the text from satoru and swiping away the notification to look at his lock screen properly.

it’s a picture of you and sukuna, one that you took as a joke on his phone. he’s barely in the picture - just the slightest tuft of his pink hair and one of his dimples. it’s of you - smiling brightly into the camera.

-

sukuna can parse that something is wrong when nobara’s voice is the one that comes through on yuuji’s phone. and when he parks outside the bar, his suspicions are confirmed when the four of you are already lingering out on the sidewalk in the cold, as opposed to the usual antics that he has to wrangle you out of.

it’s a strange sight. the first thing his eyes are drawn to are you, naturally, and he’s immediately irked by the sight of you sniffling, megumi wiping the tears from your eyes. his eyes gravitate to yuuji next, nobara yanking him down by the hair as she gives him an earful.

the smell warns him enough - that the group of you, except for megumi he presumes, have lost your inhibitions.

“yuuji. you had no right to say that to her.” nobara scolds.

“she said plenty to me too!” yuuji bites back.

sukuna makes his way over to the two of you on the pavement, ignoring the sting when your face droops even more at the sight of him. megumi’s hands are on your shoulders, rubbing circles into your back, as he quietly sits at your side.

“up. both of you” he demands.

megumi follows his instructions, holding up a hand for you, as you wipe away the wetness around your eyes and megumi opens the front door for you. you settle into the seat - embarrassment burning in your chest - as megumi crouches at the side of the door, poking his head into the car to talk.

“he doesn’t mean it. weirdly enough, this is his way of being overprotective of you.”

you scoff, before turning to megumi. sukuna lingers by the door, watching as yuuji can barely hold his own against nobara, and attempts to catch the end of your words.

“sure, megs. i’m fine.”

megumi places a hand on sukuna’s shoulder as he stands up, reaching for yuuji and nobara as sukuna switches and takes his spot. it’s a quick glance over his shoulder - yuuji entirely preoccupied - as he leans his lips close to your ear. he notices you nearly flinch at the closeness but makes no comment about it.

“need anything, pretty girl?” he whispers.

“i want you to take me home after you settle them in. i want to be alone.” you mutter.

sukuna squeezes your hand, a silent response, as megumi shuffles the two of them in the car and he releases your hand just as fast. nobara gives you a smile, albeit half hearted - having spent a better part of the last hour in your defense - as megumi takes to scolding yuuji in his ear.

sukuna gives you one last look before he shifts the gear and heads home.

-

sukuna’s able to wrangle the three of them faster than usual and when he returns you’re crying softly in his passenger seat, his stray hoodie strewn over your shoulders.

“home?” he asks.

sukuna takes your non-committal nod as a yes, ignores the sting for a second time when you refuse to hold his hand, and drives slowly on the quiet streets. there’s a light sheen on the roads, the street lights reflecting in the puddles and shining a red light on your face.

you can tell that sukuna’s making his best attempts to be quiet as he drops you home. he’s quick to attend to anything - not letting you open the door or take off your coat or even tuck your hair behind your ear of from your own hands.

and sukuna almost does it. he almost makes it through without interjecting. but when he watches you rub your skin a little too hard with the moisturizer, so hard that it starts turning pink, he reaches for your hands and has to stop you.

he can’t watch you rub your skin raw just because you’re frustrated.

“here. let me.” he whispers.

“but you don’t–”

“i know the order, pretty girl. i’ve watched you do it enough times.”

he watches your weary eyes as you place the next bottle in his hands, pouring the cold liquid onto his fingertips. he taps the counter with the back of his hand and you obediently jump up, the two of you face level as he takes residence in between your legs.

the mere act eases the tension for sukuna - the fact that you hadn’t dismissed him yet, that you were letting him massage the serums into your skin was an olive branch enough. whatever yuuji had said hadn’t scared you off yet - and he’ll take his win where he can get it.

“need to talk?” he asks.

you look up at him, at the focused look in his eyes, accompanied by the soft pressure of his fingertips. he squishes your cheek, before leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head, and you instinctively pinch your eyes shut. it makes that angry, stinging feeling in your chest twist into that sinking feeling that makes you want to cower in the darkest corner of your closet.

“how many girls have you been with?” you ask.

“in what sense?”

“all of them.”

“i’ve dated two girls, not including you. one was in highschool, a girl named kisa. the other one was when i was in europe.”

“why’d you break up with them? or them with you?”

“no, it was me. both times. kisa, because i was leaving. the girl in europe because i got bored.”

he watches your eye twitch, as he continues.

“i’ve had sex with both of them. besides that, there’s six other girls that i’ve had sex with. talked to loads more, here and there, on and off.”

“what were they like?” you ask.

“meaning?”

“like…occupation wise. or-or personality. looks.”

sukuna furrows his eyebrows.

“can’t remember much to be honest? kisa and i dated in highschool, i think she said she wanted to be something stupid like an influencer. and the other, she was in vet school. they didn’t look similar. i don’t have a type if that’s what you’re trying to discern. and if i did have one, it would be you.”

you nod.

“okay.”

“i feel the need to clarify that it was never like this with anyone else.”

“well, why do you feel the need to clarify that?”

there’s something laced in your words - either hurt or animosity - but he can’t place which one it is.

“because you’re my girlfriend? i can tell that intimacy is important to you, that what i’ve done can raise questions and-”

“are you trying to infantilize me? i know you’re older and more experienced than me but that gives you no right. i’m not a little girl.”

animosity. it was definitely animosity.

sukuna reaches for your hands, pressing your knuckles against his lips as he mumbles.

“i know you’re a big girl now.”

you glare at him. his joke doesn’t land well.

“don’t taunt me, sukuna.”

“i know you’re not a little girl. and i know you’re smart enough to not equate maturity with intimacy. it’s a good thing that intimacy is important to you – that you want to take it slow. it’s important to me when it comes to you too.”

you sigh, scrunching your eyes shut as you lean forward and rest your forehead against his chest. you can feel your head pulsating - his words, yuuji’s words, your own mixing enough to give you a tension headache. he’s quick with it, his hands in your hair as he pulls you closer, resting his chin against the top of your head.

“what did yuuji say?”

you swallow hard.

“i was trying to bring it up, nonchalantly. i…i said that you and i had been hanging out. and yuuji was like yeah, that’s fine and all just don’t go dating sukuna or something.”

you watch sukuna’s eye twitch. but his immediate thought is pleased – that you’re still standing here telling him.

“i asked why. and he brought up mazzy. said that i should be careful, not jump into things so fast since i wasn’t over it yet.”

mazzy. sukuna commits the name to memory, another piece he stows away to put together his puzzle.

“and-and i said that i had learned my lesson. i am over it. i-i’m smart enough to know my boundaries now, you of all people know that.” you whisper.

sukuna offers you a smile.

“that’s right.” he affirms.

“he asked me why i was interested in you. then i got kind of defensive and said i wasn’t, that i was just suggesting it. i asked him – why was he so opposed to the idea? is it so crazy to think that you would like me? and he said…”

you swallow hard.

“he said why would you? why would you like me when i’m the way that i am?”

“he said that?” he seethes.

“not the second part. but the way he said it. why would sukuna like you, y/n? i understood it all the same. i know you’re great and all, sukuna, but is it really that ridiculous to everyone that you would be interested in me? what’s so wrong with me that everyone feels the need to question it? he said that–”

sukuna waits for the end of your sentence but it doesn’t come – just another bout of your tears.

he tilts your face up, before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. it’s wet, your tears brushing against the bridge of his nose and his cheeks as he nearly breathes fully into the kiss. and every time you try to pull away, he’s following you just as fast, refusing to let go. each one stings in your core.

“do you ever think you’re settling for me?” you ask.

“you wouldn’t believe what i think.”

“tell.”

sukuna shakes his head, almost like he’s embarrassed. you muster a halfhearted smile, poking the softness of his pecs as he rolls his eyes.

“y/n.” he warns.

“just…so squishy. like a stress ball.” you whisper.

“i’ll pretend like you didn’t just objectify me for your sake.”

“personification and objectification are different. and since you’re humbling yourself to date me, i might as well enjoy it.” you deadpan.

sukuna tries to temper the anger that flares through him. that you think so little of yourself. that you think so big of him – in the same vein as his parents. his isolating thought that you viewed him differently shatters. it’s aggravating.

“i’m joking. but i just mean that – we’re really different. and yuuji –”

“i don’t give a fuck what he thinks. do you?”

you sigh.

“i want you. do you think i’m not prepared to deal with what that means? that i don’t notice the things you do?”

sukuna watches your eyes go wide.

“you tend to get a little obsessive, princess. and you feel insecure more often than not. you’re far more chatty, more quick to joke when you’re emailing me rather than standing in front of my face, just because you can’t see my reaction – or more appropriately, can’t overthink my reaction – if you don’t see it. you can’t bring yourself to fully accept the fact that i like you, that i’m very very fond of you, because you think too little of yourself. you don’t tell me much – but s’okay. i’m able to figure most of it out.”

sukuna’s ability to read you to filth is enough to make your blood boil.

“other peoples’ words mean too much to you. wish you’d give mine more importance when i say there’s nothing wrong with you. s’not a problem that you and i have things to work through. you don’t have to meet any previous standards i have – any girls i’ve talked to – because you already don’t compare to them. they’d be in your spot if they did.”

it’s enough to make your heart ache.

“i can parse that me being more experienced than you bothers you. i have no intention of holding it over your head, nor does it make me feel any less attracted to you. you’re all things - intelligent, brilliant, beautiful. i have every intention to basically worship you when i get the chance – and that would stand if you were experienced or not.”

sukuna watches you shiver, the gravel of his voice making the goosebumps prickle on your arms.

“how can i be settling when you’re far too good for me? when you have such a hold on me?”

“sukuna –”

his lips hover by your ear, warm breath tickling down your spine as he murmurs. sukuna’s combined defense of whispering sweet nothings and sending sparks all over your body was never something you can win against. he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttered shut.

“ i know my brother means the world to you – that what he thinks is important – but can you make space for me too? i don’t want to compete with him for your affections or your loyalty, especially when he has no right to make that call anyways. or make you feel uncomfortable in your own happiness – if that’s what this is.”

you cup sukuna’s face with your hand.

“that is what this is.” you murmur.

sukuna presses a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“you make me really happy. i hate that i need so much support sometimes but last time, i just –”

you swallow hard.

“i get in my head a lot. i’m trying not to but it’s hard sometimes. but i like you too much. i’m not just going to give you up like that. you don’t get off so easy.”

sukuna smiles.

“ah. there’s my beautiful princess with a disorder.”

you cross your arms across your chest.

“it’s a joke, dollface. we both know you’re not royalty.”

“asshole!”

sukuna snags the headband out of your hair, before following you out to your bed.

“what do you want to do about yuuji?”

“well, what do you want to do? he’s your brother.”

“and he’s your best friend. you care what he thinks far more than i do. nothing’s going to keep me from you.”

you sigh.

“we’ll keep it a secret. tell him again when – when it’s more solid. not that it isn’t but –”

he doesn’t question it.

“when it’s more solid.” he affirms.

-

an: a wild ronnie has appeared. be nice to me pls.

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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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