“you fucking that old man?” until his hips fucking shatter, baby!
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╰┈➤ pairing: spiderman!deku x gn!reader
╰┈➤ warnings: mention of being followed/stalked, reader ends up bruised.
╰┈➤ word-count: 852
╰┈➤ a/n: a very vauge- not the most well done spiderman!au to attempt and quell my brainrot. this is all rambles and probably makes no sense.
Izuku wished he'd been more careful- wished he'd thought more.
He wasn't thinking at all, though. All he could hear was the sound of your voice- how scared you'd seemed when you called him. The fast beat of your heart as you hurried back from the corner store. He should've already been with you. Shouldn't have let you go alone. He was sore and tired from patrol, so you went alone. His fault. He didn't think when he found you. He just wanted to get you away from the threat.
It's all he can think about on his way back to his apartment, one hand tangled in webbing and the other buried in your jacket, holding you flush against his chest. He knows how painful the trip must be for you- trying his best to soften the landings and not swing too harshly around corners.
And you don't want to make him feel worse, you can see the trembling of his chin under bright spandex, but you can't help the yelps that escape when he lands too roughly on a roof. He mumbles apologies every second, clutching you tight as tears begin to bubble on his lashes.
You also can't help the heavy sigh of relief when you're finally at his building, sat on his plush bed and your head stops rushing. Izuku refuses to look at you, pulling your shirt over your head to bare your wounds. "It could be worse," you offer. You can't tell his expression, but he ignores you, worrying over the little splotches of purple and red.
"I'm- I-," you know his lower lips wobbling even if you can't see it. The fabric covering his nose heaves with his shoulders. "I'm so sorry, honey- I should've," Izuku kneels between your knees, frantically ripping the mask from his face. You're met with the expression you expected, glassy and guilty. You can see all the worries, the blame, swirling around his skull.
"I shouldn't have gone with you, 'zuku- it's my fault." You wish your breath was a little more even, "it's always dangerous this time of night. I didn't listen to-"
He huffs roughly, staring pointedly at your feet, "I still didn't come with you." You let out a shaky breath, grappling for his hands and squeezing down. "I let you go alone, didn't I?" You can feel his fingers trembling under your own, pulling him up to sit on the bed next to you. "I'm sorry."
"I told you I'm- fuck- okay." Your breath hitches under a new wave of pain. Your ribs throb- definitely bruised, you grasp harder at Izuku's hands.
He watches you helplessly from his seat, flexing gloved fingers, "I'm so sorry." Tears begin to track over his freckled cheeks, "I'm sorry."
You catch his jaw in your palms, "I'm fine, baby. It could be worse, trust me." You can tell the reassurance doesn't mean much to him. He's still staring down at his hands and pushing back tears.
"I shouldn't have pushed you out of the way," he whimpers. "What if something worse had happened?" He worries, lip caught between his teeth, "I could've really hurt you. Or worse and it would've been my fau-"
"Izuku Midoriya," his eyes snap to yours, widened and glassy. "That dude could have killed me, okay?" You watch his jaw clench- green eyes sharpening suddenly. "You did what you thought was best. You removed me from the threat. You did a good job, okay?"
He nods at you, forces a tight smile- but you can tell he doesn't mean it. It's like he thinks you're lying to him- that you hate him, deep down. Like you're going to leave the second he turns around. But you're not.
"Izuku, look at me," you tug him closer to you, palms cradling tear-streaked cheeks. "You did what was right. You protected the civilian, you caught the assailant, you saved me. That's what you've always wanted to do, what you've dreamed of. That's what you did." A smile finally tugs at his lips again and he nods, sweat-slicked curls bouncing. He slumps against you when you pull him into you, nosing into your neck.
"You know I love you, right?" He hums, pressing a kiss to the juncture of your neck. "Good. 'Cause in the nicest, most loving way possible- I need an icepack and you need a shower."
He huffs a laugh, pulling back to press a short kiss to your lips, "m'kay. I'll be right back, okay- try to stay sitting up, hon."
"You act like I'm dying, 'Zuku," you squeeze his hand. "I'm just a little banged up."
Izuku frowns, cupping the side of your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. "Pinky promise?"
You huff a laugh, staring at his extended finger before uniting it with yours, "pinky promise." The smile that breaks across his face makes your heart hurt.
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pairing: spider-man!midoriya izuku x reaader
synopsis: izuku is a terrible friend. he’s been lying to his best friend, y/n for over two years now. they’ve been friends since they started high school, but izuku can’t bring himself to burden y/n with a secret that could be dangerous for them. and he also hasn’t fully realized his feelings for them, so he’s just full of struggles at this point.
content: superhero stuff, makeout sesh at the end, clueless izuku
word count: 4.1k
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“Oh shi—”
“Language, Midoriya!” Izuku contained a scream when he realized this was a livestream and not a pre-recorded video of his mentor talking to him.
“Sorry!” he squeaked. He adjusted his seat on the rooftop, his legs dangling over the edge. He’d gotten a message from an unknown number to leave his apartment for a while to answer a call, so he’d swung up to one of his favorite rooftops (while wearing his suit to avoid extra attention as some random kid using web shooters to travel from rooftop to rooftop). He was glad he’d kept his suit’s mask on, if only to conceal the way his jaw dropped when he realized it was the one and only All Might who’d called him.
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pre - spider-man drabble about izuku getting bitten in front of you, but no one thought anything of it
CW// nothing really, fluff, mentions of being bitten and spiders ofc, broad science depictions (i ain’t doing allat), reader is mentioned to study maths, gender neutral reader. 750 words
spiderman izuku au m.list
izuku midoriya has never done anything reckless in his life, in fact, he is the safest person anyone could know.
don’t get me wrong, he will throw down his life to protect people (even though he can’t even pack a punch), but when it comes to day to day lifestyle? he does not play a single thing risky.
which is why when he suggested to sneak into the science lab to carry out some research, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head.
“shush, we are going to get caught!” izuku panicked as he started jotting down observations in his book, some fluid you could not bother to pay attention to when he listed the chemicals he was sloshing together now oozing out of a skinny tube.
“i literally did not even say anything.” you deadpanned, sitting next to him as he kept looking over his shoulder as if he was committing a felony.
“look!” he sudden blurted out, a bright smile warming his face with eyes that were slightly crazed with knowledge, darting around his experimental contraption.
in all honesty, you didn’t even know what you were looking at. you studied maths and while science was slightly up your ally, you did better in a calculation than a scientific observation.
so, you pretended to understand, nodding sweetly and humming, causing izuku to blush furiously as he looked at your gentle smile.
always so understanding, you were.
izuku had always thought you were nothing short of breathtaking, of course, he never said this outloud, with the fear of ruining the friendship, and hell, you both have been friends for a while, even back when katsuki was a big bad bully (not much has changed in your opinion).
regardless, he’s chosen to keep his feelings to himself, a lovely mystery that tormented his heart and his freckled cheeks for every time he looked into the abyss your eyes held, or you helped him with a ridiculous math problem or even when you both walked to the dorms together.
“ah!” you suddenly screamed, frantically moving away from your desk as far back as possible.
“what?! is there a teacher?!” izuku panicking alongside with you, despite his heart of gold, he was a chronic panicker.
“no, even worse, a spider! oh my goodness, it looks.. green?! hell no!” you shouted, ignoring izuku’s desperate pleas to keep quiet and calm.
“it’s fine, i’ll take it out!” izuku reassured, looking around to locate the spider.
‘there!’ he thought to himself as he found it on the corner edge of the desk, placing his hand out while using the other to softly scoop it up.
he smiled to himself as he brought it closer to him, seeing the way your face relaxed and you started walking up to him slowly, gratitude shown explicitly in your expression.
he loved it.
he felt like your protector, provider, like your man.
it was stupid and extremely outdated but he couldn’t help but fall into those uber-clique roles when he fantasises about being with you.
i mean, was it so wrong to want to be your man?
your hero?
just then, he felt a sharp pang from his hand, provoking a sharp shout to escape his lips.
then, a rush started to flow from his palms to all over his body, it felt like his insides were on fire but also slightly cool. it was as if he was injected with lukewarm water that was flushing his veins.
then, it just stopped.
“are you ok?!” you ran to him worriedly, swatting the spider away from him and stomping its poor body as it landed on the ground as you looked into his eyes with care.
is it weird that he loved it?
“i mean, i guess, yeah. it really hurts tho.” izuku dramatically pouted, yet poor little you was too worried to understand that he was simply exaggerating just to experience being doted on by you.
“come on izuku, ill pack up for you and clean you up. you’re so silly, always wanting to help that you forget to take care of yourself.” you cooed.
izuku’s face flushed a bright red as you spoke, feeling your hand caress where the bite was, your soft fingers added warmth to his hot bite.
“y-yea, that would be nice.” izuku shyly smiled.
i guess getting bitten by a spider was worth it, izuku thought to himself as you looped arms with him.
his mind forgot about how the spider was weirdly green, how the bite had abnormal aftereffects and even how his bite marks had traces of green.
he didn’t know it yet, but soon, his only secret won’t just be his overflowing feelings for you.
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He knows how ironic this is. He is Sukuna, the guy who is known to always wear a smug smirk on his tattoed face and have a snide remark ready at all times. And yet, when you stand in front of him and confess your feelings to him, he is at a total loss for what to do.
Aka Sukuna is a lovesick mess who fucks things up on the first try because being open about his feelings is really not his strength but then makes up for it again.
Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, College AU Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: Light angst with a happy ending. Sukuna struggles with opening up about his feelings. Kissing. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact.
"And that's why...I mean, what I want to say is, I love you, Sukuna."
You stand in front of him, wringing your hands nervously after saying all those sweet things about him that he never knew he was, and look up at him with a hopeful look in your pretty eyes. And Sukuna feels like he has been hit by a truck as he stares at you with wide maroon eyes and his heart hammering in his chest.
He knows how ironic this is. He is Sukuna, the star player of the basketball team, the popular asshole who gets invited to every party, the guy with the bad boy reputation, who is known to always wear a smug smirk on his tattoed face and have a snide remark ready at all times. And yet, when you stand in front of him and confess your feelings to him, he is at a total loss for what to do.
There are a lot of things going through his head. A lot of things he could confess to you. Like how much he likes spending time with you. Or that he thinks about your smile all day. Or that he likes how you laugh about his jokes and always play along when he says something teasing.
He knows he should be honest and tell you how weirdly full his chest feels when he holds you and that he likes it so much how you fit so perfectly into his arms and against his tall, muscular body. That it makes him want to protect you and care for you, just like the way you care for him so lovingly. He knows he could tell you that you are always his last thought before he falls asleep and the first one when he wakes up.
But he doesn't do any of that. He is frozen somehow. This big bad guy, who is always so loud and confident, is standing there staring at you with wide maroon eyes, nervously pushing his tongue piercing against the back of his incisors while he tries to think of what to say to you.
It's too much, too intense. He is good at flirting. He is good at kissing and fucking and sweet talk. But he isn't good at this!
Sukuna opens his mouth only to close it again, unable to put this overwhelming whirlwind of feelings into words. Or maybe it's not even that. Maybe it's not that he doesn't know what to say, but rather that everything he would say right now would feel too honest, too raw, and that is something that scares him. He has always been the rough one, the one who wears a mask of arrogance and indifference that lets him hide how he really feels.
Maybe that is why all he manages to say is,
"Thank you, princess."
He sees your face fall and hears a shaky breath escape your lips. You try to mask your disappointment, lips lifting in a forced smile as you back away from him with shiny eyes.
"You're welcome... I ... I will just go then. Bye, Sukuna."
He has never felt as helpless as when he stands there with his hands balled into fists as he watches you turn around and leave hastily.
He tries to pretend this moment never happened, tries to tell himself he did nothing wrong. It's fine. His reaction was a normal one. Things will be ok. You will come up to him tomorrow and roll your eyes and tease him about how he stood there like an idiot, and he will laugh and pull you against him and tell you that your beauty left him speechless and that, of course, he feels the same!
But that doesn't happen.
He doesn't see you anywhere in the next few days. There are no texts from you either. You're avoiding him, aren't you? Your friends send death glares his way when he passes them in the hallway.
He loses track of how often he pulls his phone out of the back pocket of his skinny jeans, just for his fingers to hover over your last message to him, unable to find the courage to type something.
The new episode of your favorite show airs tonight. He watches it. Of course, he does. He always does, even though he finds it boring and thinks the actors are super bad. But he watches it because you like it, and so he can talk to you about it. But tonight, you aren't in his bed to watch with him, and you aren't texting him about it either.
So Sukuna grabs his phone and finally texts you. He sends text message after text message all through the episode, commenting on the newest scandal and on the outfits of the main characters.
He doesn't get a reply.
On the fourth day, he sits in the living room with his brother, playing video games and losing round after round because his mind is too occupied with missing you and stressing about why he did what he did. And suddenly, he can't stop himself from throwing the controller on the floor and blurting out,
"I fucked up."
Yuuji looks at him with a questioning look,
"Do you mean in the game or something else? Are you in trouble?"
And Sukuna laughs gruffly and hides his face in his hands as he shakes his head. Luckily, his brother is persistent and doesn't leave him alone. The brat bugs him until Sukuna finally spills it out,
"She told me she loves me."
He doesn't even have to say your name. Yuuji knows. Of course, he does. He blinks at Sukuna in confusion.
"And what is the problem? That is amazing news!"
"I said thank you."
The seconds tick away, and Yuuji stares at him as if waiting for him to say more. Sukuna huffs and shakes his head before he adds,
"That's all. I thanked her... and then she left."
"What do you mean you thanked her, Kuna? What the fuck!? That isn't an acceptable way to reply to a love confession!"
"As if I don't know that! I... shit, I didn't know what to say! I was overwhelmed!"
He glares at his twin, desperation turning him into a hot, angry mess. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. He should grab his gym bag and go lift some weights and hit a punching bag until he is too exhausted to think!
But Yuuji's voice stops him.
"But.. but don't you like her? You looked so happy with her."
"Of course I do! I like her a lot."
He hates how soft his voice becomes when he says the last part. He hates how weak he feels when he feels his mask slip and knows he isn't able to hide the pain in his heart.
But luckily, this is Yuuji, his twin, the brat that has been practically attached to his hip ever since he was born three minutes after Sukuna. It's ok if he sees Sukuna like that. This is the little brother who loves Sukuna no matter what shitty situation he gets himself into. The brother who is so much better at being open about his feelings. The brother who isn't scared to tell him off when Sukuna does something stupid.
"When what are you still doing here, you idiot? Get the fuck up and go to her and talk to her! I will throw you out and lock the door! I am serious, Kuna! You only come back here after you made things ok again with your girl!"
It's ridiculous that he needs his younger brother to kick his ass and tell him what to do. It's absolutely pathetic that he jogs through the rain in the middle of the night to buy a huge bouquet of red roses and then bangs on your door with his pink hair dripping wet and his soaked-through white t-shirt sticking to his abs uncomfortably.
But maybe it's good to be pathetic sometimes because you don't slam the door into his face but look at him with a hopeful expression on your face and a soft,
"Hey, Sukuna."
He doesn't give a fuck anymore at that point. He doesn't care that he is standing in a small puddle of rainwater dripping down from his wet clothes. He doesn't care that his hand trembles when he pushes the roses into your arms. He doesn't care if the whole dorm hears him when he says,
"I am sorry! I was an idiot. You said all those sweet things to me, and in my head were so many things I wanted to tell you too, but I messed up."
He runs a large hand through his wet hair and slicks it back again, looking at you with eyes that glitter suspiciously, but he can blame it on the rain sticking to his long lashes,
"I like you too. Every minute with you was the best I ever had. I see your face in my mind all the time. Last week, I started laughing in the middle of the grocery store because I remembered something funny you said to me. I messed up my last exam because I was too distracted thinking about how your hand feels in my hair. I only feel ok when you are next to me because if you are not there, I feel like there is a crucial part of me missing. I know I suck at talking about my feelings, but that doesn't mean I don't have a hundred thousand of them when it comes to you, and all of them are fucking good and intense and drive me crazy and... I just.. fuck, I love you, princess. I love you, and I am so sorry!"
He feels out of breath, maybe from running through the rainy streets or maybe from letting out all of those words that make him feel so fucking vulnerable when being vulnerable was the one thing he always tried to avoid at all costs.
But there is this happy smile on your face. The smile he missed so damn much. And he knows it was worth it that he ran through the rain and spilled his heart out in the staircase of your dorm.
It was all worth it because you take a step towards him with happy tears in your eyes and a soft,
"Oh, Kuna."
And the next thing he knows is you are in his arms again, your warm body pressing tightly against his, not caring about his wet clothes. Your arms wrap around his neck, and your fingers play with the short hair of his undercut, making him let out a soft sigh. And you get on your tiptoes to kiss him right when he wraps his tattoed arms around your waist and pulls you even closer.
He can hear loud cheers and applause coming from somewhere in the staircase, but he really doesn't give a fuck anymore who heard his love confession. The whole world can know how he feels about you. He will shout it from the rooftop and punch everyone in the face who has a problem with it, if it means he can hold you again and kiss you and feel your smile against his lips.
I made myself cry thinking about this scene and then I HAD to write it aaaaah. I am so weak when Sukuna is a mess, it just makes me want to hug him and ruffle his hair and never let him go again. I am obsessed I think.
Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it and that you are weak for this mess of a boy too ;)
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