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qyxzun · 20 days

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🕸️┆𝕻𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄.

╰┈➤ ❝𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐘𝐘𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, my name is Y/N L/N. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for about two years, I've been the one and only spider woman. I'm pretty sure you know the rest.

Been fighting other bad guys, helping cats off trees, saving plains from crashing into buildings, you know—the basics.

I lost my best friends when I realized one of them was my nemesis.

but that didn't stop me from fighting for the better!

I just wish I wasn't alone. What if there was another universe where someone understood me?

whatever, probably just my imagination.❞

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝟗𝟐𝟔-𝐙, there was you, sleeping in bed so peacefully before your loud blaring alarm on your phone started to ring for the fifth time. You groaned when the sound disrupted your sleep before you finally picked up your phone to check what time it was. your eyes completely widened. You were late for school.

"Shit!" you cursed, pushing yourself off the bed and running to the bathroom to take the quickest bath you could. Taking off your clothes, dosing yourself with the shower's water, and quickly soaping up your entire body. As quickly as you entered, you almost tripped, going out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your soaked body. You ran back to your room, sloppily but quickly putting on your Brooklyn Visions Academy uniform. You still think that school is elitist, but you can't complain for now.

With no time to spare other than lacing up your shoes and taking your unzipped bag, you ran out of your dorm, forgetting to lock the door. You started to quickly jog your way to the school with your bag slung in front of you in an attempt to zip it closed with your papers and work securely inside. Traffic was booming like crazy, which made you groan impatiently. "My luck should really not be affecting my school," you grumbled.

The light finally turned red, letting pedestrians pass. You pushed past multiple people, apologizing when you ran through them as you continued to sprint to the school's entrance. When you finally stepped inside the school, you ran to your locker, put your bag and stuff away, and sprinted so fast to your class before the bell could ring. You arrived just in time, holding your textbooks by the door while a bead of sweat ran down your neck.

You panted, out of breath from running the entire morning, while your professor looked at you, unimpressed that you were late for how many times?

"Tardy again, Y/N. Keep up if you want to pass this year." She said, obviously hinting that you were someone who didn't care about education. Rude.

You nervously walked to your seat with your heavy books in hand while your classmates watched you sit down. Your professor passed by and gave you multiple papers stapled together as your exam. You skimmed through it, and the questions were almost a big blur for you when you saw how hard you should've studied instead of fighting other criminals on a daily basis. You held your mechanical pencil tight, wondering what to write while your other classmates were all silent and focused on the exams, unlike you, who had no idea. You wrote down what you knew, but you still felt anxious. You really didn't want to fail this exam; it could be your last before you would have to move to another school. You liked that option, but your parents worked too hard, climbing the ranks so you could have an easier life once you passed your exams. Since when was life decided by a piece of paper?

Minutes into the exam, suddenly, you heard a loud explosion near the back of your school. It was muffled through the thick walls, yet it was obvious something dangerous had happened. Your spider senses tingled, and you lifted your head abruptly while your class looked around, wondering what that could be while the teacher noticed their confused and worried expressions.

"Everyone calm down! Form a line and carefully leave the school through the front," your professor ordered, yet most students had already started running out of the classroom, ignoring her orders.

You quickly ran out too, pushing past the rest of the students while you navigated back to your locker. You grabbed your bag from inside and forgot to close it, prioritizing the situation at hand as you went to the bathroom.

"Guess I have to do my job again," you sighed while you quickly locked the toilet stall. You opened your bag, your spider suit folded neatly and tucked between your other textbooks inside. You took off your uniform, changing into the tight spider suit swiftly. You made sure to keep your mask securely on; protecting your identity was the most important part of it.

Finally dressed for battle and your bag slung on your back, you climbed out through the restroom's window, flicking multiple webs out of your fingertips. They swiftly stuck to one of the school's large pillars, and they allowed you to swing away quickly. You swung from building to building easily, reaching the back of the school to see seven vehicles crash together, causing a fire to spread throughout the school's background. Multiple police cars and ambulances were parked nearby, with the paramedics taking as many victims as they could on stretchers and transporting them to the ambulance crew.

You saw many policemen trying to save the injured under the rubble and from the fire as well. You knew they could get in the way of your job, so you created a diversion. You shot a web inside the policeman's car, the sticky string immediately reaching and pressing on the accelerator as it slowly moved forward, catching their attention.

"Woah—woah, woah—hey!!" one of them hollered, trying to reach the advancing car alongside his other colleagues. It gave you enough time to reach the exploded area with your webs.

"This is a whole mess," you mumbled to yourself under your mask as you reached another building's wall. You quickly climbed higher and swiftly shot individual webbing from your fingertips, each web reaching pieces of heavy debris on top of the injured. You held and wrapped all five webs around your palm, pulling the rubble off of the victims with your bare hand as your webs carried them to the side.

The concerned police officers ran to the injured with paramedics, yet the fire persisted, causing another explosion near the colliding cars. You were thinking of a plan to somehow save all of these people while you internally grew more anxious.

"What the hell is causing these explosions?" You grunted, frustrated. You loathed seeing people get injured while you tried to think of something. You jumped from the high wall, plunging down as you shot webs toward the heavily injured near the fire. You pulled them close, carrying more than three people while their blood smeared on your spider suit.

You quickly rested their bodies near where the ambulances could see them before you swung back to the high roof of the building. Your spider senses suddenly tingled before you turned around. On the building's edge, you saw the villain behind it all.

"Who the hell is this guy?" You said, looking down to the edge, and saw a lizard... or a goblin? You didn't know. You shot webs once more in its direction, propelling yourself up before you landed a harsh kick in its face. It let out a loud grunt as saliva was knocked out of his mouth. You sent him flying to another building's wall before he collapsed on the ground.

You walked over to it cautiously, a foot on his chest as you stepped on it harder. You glared down at him, looking down at a vile creature who hurt your people. It coughed, its vision blurry before it looked up to you, it started chuckling with your foot on his scales. "We meet again Peter," it said, smirking.

"Who the hell is Peter?" You retorted, raising an eyebrow behind your mask while it looked at you as if you were playing with his head.

"Oh, don't lie now, Peter... I know all about—" The vile lizard was about to continue, but it was cut off when it saw your features more clearly. You had more of a feminine body. Your muscles weren't as built, but you were strong enough to consider its enemy, like Peter. You had bigger hips and smaller shoulders than a man. Not to mention the obvious, your suit wasn't one it recognized. Its expression turned from smug to confused. You weren't the Peter it knew.

With rage blinding its confusion, it growled and grabbed your ankle with its large clawed hand, pulling your foot off its chest as it caused you to almost lose balance.

"Who are you?" It glared, looking at you with disdain and anger. You, on the other hand, were confused about why it didn't know you when you were literally the spider-woman.

"I'm spider-woman? The hero?" You rhetorically responded before it sneered and tossed you to the side of the building. You reacted quickly as you shot webs at its face, blinding it and pulling on the webs before you could hit the wall with its heavy weight. You adroitly landed on the floor again.

"Okay, dude—that's not nice," you pout under your mask while it growled in frustration when your webs blinded its field of vision. The creature almost tore off its eyes, in an attempt to take the sticky web off its face while it bled. The oversized lizard was raging mad before it charged toward you at full speed. You were about to swing burning wreckage to its face with your webs before a sudden brightness appeared from above.

You both looked up in confusion before you suddenly saw a red web hastily tie your green rival into scarlet webbing. It came out of what seemed to be a bright light formed with hexagons while it glitched. You haven't seen anything like it, thinking it could be another threat. "Argh!!!" The creature thundered before you saw what seemed to be another spider-man go through the portal. He promptly punched the lizard's head, blood coming out of its mouth, before it crashed into another building's wall.

The mysterious man stood up once he apprehended the green goblin with his webs. He tied it with his webs effortlessly while you approached him, his head slightly turning to look at you.

"So, like, who are you?" You asked, putting a hand on your hip before he turned around to fully face you.

"Classified," He spoke with a low tone, keeping it short and cold. You hummed, thinking of who he could be.

"You Peter? That green, uh, creature was looking after Peter or something. I don't know," you shrugged while the man was still silent, like he was judging you secretly with that glare.

You cleared your throat, a bit uncomfortable that he wasn't responding to your question. "Well, anyway, gotta deal with the fire and stuff. Gotta go blue panther." You were about to walk to the fire, mostly to save more victims before he stepped in front of you.

"It's alright, kid. I'll take it from here." He responded, his tone still cold, while his hand was slightly raised, telling you to stand down. Your spider senses tingled after he said that. You looked up behind him as you saw the green goblin manage to escape his webbing and cause more havoc behind the tall, muscular spider-man. In a fit of rage, the creature threw a burning truck in your direction.

"Oh, shit—look out!" You yelled, shooting a web at the spider-man's chest before pulling him away from the landing truck. You quickly moved away as well, but suddenly hissed in pain and fell near the fire. You groaned when you saw your burned forearm and noticed that your spider-suit was covered in cinders after smelling something burning.

"Puta madre--!" the spider-man growled before claws started to grow out of his hands. With animalistic ferocity, he chased after the goblin, shooting a web on his way to get to him faster. His speed never slowed down as his legs ran faster and faster, almost like a car on a highway.

Meanwhile, you winced when you pushed yourself up before your senses started to go haywire again. You turned around and saw more people in the burning debris while firefighters arrived and started to put out the flames. You hastily followed the spider-man from before by crawling up on top of a very tall building. Your eyes quickly scanned the area, searching for him. You spotted the lizard causing more trouble as it climbed up the building in front of you. His claws dug into the wall, causing more debris to fall, almost hitting more pedestrians. The other spider-man turned his head around, watching as the debris started to rain down on the citizens. He was so conflicted; he was so close to catching the goblin, yet the civilians were in danger.

"Fuck!" The man cursed, shooting a web to catch the debris, yet he failed. He grunted, turning his attention back to his target. He continued to chase the green goblin. You, on the other hand, thought fast and jumped down while shooting multiple webs to make a gigantic spider web to catch all the falling debris. Your webbing was strong enough to carry the heavy rubble and the burning damage before it could hit the others. Once you were sure it was holding everything in place, you shot another web, swinging yourself to the injured, who couldn't move. You picked them up— two on your back and one in your arms. They were barely alive when you gently laid them down somewhere more safe.

Your head lifted when you heard a cry. "M-Mama! Please! Help!!" A child screamed while you put all the victims away near the policemen. You turned your head back, realizing one of them was still stuck in the fire. You didn't hesitate to run back, propelling yourself into the air to see where the kid could be. You then saw her crawling up into a ball, a toy in her arms, while she looked around with tears in her eyes, afraid of the fire. She coughed profusely, almost running out of oxygen, while tears prickled her eyes. Even with the burnt forearm, you quickly and nimbly landed in front of her, picking her up easily while she didn't know what was happening. Yet she held onto you tighter than her toy. You shot another web at a building, pulling the two of you up before swinging away to where it was safe.

When you slowly descended to the ground with the child hugging your neck tightly, you saw a weeping woman on the ground with multiple injuries. Your eyes softened, worried behind your mask. You looked back at the kid, noticing she looked like she could be her child. You approached her. "Ma'am," you called out to her, getting her attention before you put down the kid in front of her. She gasped and brought her into her arms, pulling her into a very tight hug while they both wept.

"Thank you," the woman whimpered before looking up at your masked face. "Thank you for saving all of us." She smiled while sobbing, looking around at the people you saved. Even though they were injured, you managed to save all of them. You nodded your head, smiling behind your mask as you flashed her a thumbs-up.

You heard a thump behind you, hinting that the tall spider-man was behind you before you turned around to see him holding the green lizard with his red webs. "Hey," you said, looking up to him. "Caught the lizard?" As you chuckled, you noticed that he still had that unfazed look on his face. It seemed like he was trying to put up a brave front in front of the crowd. After a brief pause, he cleared his throat before responding.

"Follow me," he ordered with a reserved tone as he shot a web and pulled himself up to a very tall skyscraper. You followed behind him, the wind blowing into your face before you landed gracefully on top of the skyscraper.

There, you saw him tap on something on his wrist before another portal opened, the same bright orange hexagons forming the strange entrance while they rotated slowly. Your eyes squinted from how bright it was, while he still had the same expression as before. He got ready to throw the lizard into the portal, while it struggled and squirmed under his tight webs. "This is not the last time you'll see me, Peter!" It yelled, glaring daggers at you and the tall spider-man, until he was thrown into the portal. It created a short blast before the portal returned to normal.

You were quiet for a bit, not knowing what to say. He then turned around to face you, the portal closing very slowly while he approached you. "I'm from another dimension," he admitted while you gasped dramatically, knowing the obvious.

"You are.?! Woahhhhh.." Your eyes were wide behind your mask. He glared at your sarcasm, crossing his arms as it showed his muscles behind the tight suit.

"Take this seriously, chiquilla," he monotonously replied before clearing his throat and looking away. There was a small pause before he spoke. "You showed great abilities when you saved all those people." As soon as you received the compliment, his eyes shifted back to you while yours lit up with joy. It felt like you were a kid again, basking in the glory of a teacher's praise for acing a test.

He didn't say anything else. He looked down at his hand and slowly formed a fist. You watched him, wondering what he'd be doing. You tilted your head to the side, trying to see what was in his palm when it slowly opened. After a few more moments, he opened his fist.

"A watch?" You looked confusedly before he tossed it to you; you easily caught it, observing it. "What the hell is this for?" You asked, looking back at him. You finally noticed that it was the same watch he had on his wrist.

"You'll feel more at home," he responded stoically. He took the watch and helped you put it on properly. "... and we can use the help," he said.

"Who's we?" You asked, bewildered, becoming more baffled than ever. You'll feel more at home, he said. What did that even mean? You took off your mask, getting a clearer view of him, as you had a concerned face. "Who even are you?" You replied like you were annoyed for not knowing the entire truth.

His mask slowly distorted into pixels as it showed his face. "Miguel O'hara." He simply responded, looking down at you with his intimidating, tired brown eyes. He then slowly turned around, walking to the portal that hadn't been closed yet. You watched him enter the bright hexagons before you watched him disappear in front of your eyes.

You gripped the watch tightly.

𝕾𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄.

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honey-words · 11 months

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spider boy — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: you’ve talked to your neighbor a few times before and have waved at him on campus. But you’ve noticed he keeps really weird hours, sometimes hearing him go into his apartment at ungodly hours of the night. So when spider-man enters your apartment one night, it’s easy for you to connect the dots from there.

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, hints of angst, hurt/comfort

wc: 3.1k

author’s note: I believe in spider-man!deku supremacy :)

part 1 of the spider boy series

“Spider-man does it again! Only three blocks from the UA university campus, the masked hero—”

“You’re a spider-man fan?”

You jumped, almost dropping your phone and falling off of the bench in the process.

“Midoriya! You scared me.”

He laughed and you paused the video you were watching, a news clip from this morning. He settled down beside you on the bench, taking a sip of his iced coffee as he did.

“Yeah, I guess I am a fan,” you said. “Campus PD sucks and I think it’s funny a spider guy is more reliant than all of them put together.”

You both shared a laugh.

“I have to get to class,” Midoriya sighed, not making any movements to get up from the bench. “How’s Moony?”

“She’s great, thanks for asking,” you said, smiling back at him. Because Midoriya was the definition of a perfect neighbor. He had introduced himself when you first moved in and he saw the small cat carrier with a little black kitten, Moony, inside of it. From there it had been a pleasant acquaintanceship between the two of you.

“I’ll see you later, then,” he said, really standing up this time. “Bye!”

You waved goodbye as he left, then turned back to the video.

A thief had been running loose on campus for the last week, snatching cell phones and wallets from unsuspecting students on their way to class. Campus PD had found the thief this morning, literally on their doorstep with a sticky note that had a spider sketch stuck on his face.

A smaller feat of Spider-Man’s, but a good one nonetheless.

During your first lecture of the day you could see other people were watching the same video and reading the accompanying article. It was the first time Spider-Man had acted so close to campus, practically on the grounds of it considering where he had turned in the thief.

The person in front of you had a Reddit post pulled up, and you had to bite your cheek to refrain from laughing as you read the title. Spider boy or whatever is totally a UA student. Here’s my proof!!!!

Finding the professor’s lecture increasingly dry and dull, you decided to pull up the Reddit tab on your own laptop so you could read it, too.

By the time the lecture was over you had read the entire post (it was surprisingly long) and all of the comments underneath it, half-convinced of the theory yourself. It made some reasonable arguments—Spider-Man stuck to the surrounding city, usually went around at night, rarely seen throughout the day—keeping with the schedule of a college student. Sticking to the surrounding city pointed to the fact that he lived near campus. And the latest crime he’d solved was the cherry on top, because the alerts about it had gone out to all campus members since the incidents were contained to the campus.

The dull lecture came with dull readings, which you idly flipped through later that night. It was nearing 1 am, but sleep had not yet found you, and even the reading was not putting you to sleep.

You must’ve dozed off on your tiny kitchen table, Moony curled up on the chair next to you, because her surprised meow and the sound of a door closing close by woke you up a few hours later. Your phone lit up with an email notification (professors were truly unhinged with their work hours) and you were able to see the time without lifting your head up from the table. 4 am.

The door that had closed and woken you and Moony up had been Midoriya’s, you realized even in your half-asleep state. Occasionally the sound would wake you up, but you never minded it much and usually rolled over and fell back asleep.

This time you had to drag yourself over to your bed, and you could vaguely hear Midoriya moving around next door. What business he had this early in the morning you never knew. He seemed pretty normal, and you always assumed he was fond of late library study sessions. Even if it was not exactly exam season. But then again, he was a biochem major, you mused.

You fell asleep wondering about this and woke up five hours later to the sound of your blaring alarm. It snapped you awake, enough to hear a thud from next door. Did Midoriya fall out of bed?

The day passed as usual. You went to class, took half-hearted notes (it was hard to focus at this point in the semester—everyone was already burnt out) came home and ate dinner with Moony, and cuddled up on the couch together to do your readings.

This time you were ready to pass out outside of the warm embrace of your bed, so you’d done your nightly routine and brought over blankets to the couch, ready for sleep to come whenever it was ready.

The sound that woke you up this time was much louder. And Moony hissed.

She never hissed.

You froze from your curled-up position on the couch, eyes still heavy with sleep and senses scrambling to catch up with your brain and racing heart. The coffee table was right across from you, and by some miracle, you’d been sipping on a lemonade earlier—one in a glass bottle.

As swiftly as you could, you untangled yourself from the blankets and grabbed the lemonade bottle, wielding it in front of you like a sword.

It slipped from your grasp when you saw who was standing in front of you, next to your open window you always kept closed, scared Moony would climb out.

As if on reflex, as if he expected you to drop your weapon, Spider-Man shot a web just as it slipped from your fingers, catching it in his hands before you could even register you had dropped it.

Moony, who had been very annoyed at being woken up just a minute ago, was now rubbing her head on his shins affectionately.

“Moony,” you whispered. “Get away from him.”

“It’s okay!” Spider-Man said, mirroring your whisper. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Then why did you break into my apartment?” You looked around for your phone, or another potential weapon. Instead, your gaze found the small digital clock you kept on a shelf near the door, the bright green numbers clearing away the fogginess of sleep.

It was 4am.

You could not help the gasp that escaped you.

“Midoriya?”

The effect was instantaneous. Spider-Man’s entire body language changed, that much you could tell, even in the dark. He took a step away from you, back toward the window, shoulders tense.

“What?” he said. Trying hard to keep his voice steady, even deepening it a little. But you knew it was him.

“Did you think this was your apartment?” You were connecting the dots now. “This is why you always come back so late.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, inching towards the window. “I just got a little lost. Thought this place was empty.”

“You’re bleeding,” you said, pointing at the gash in his arm as though he had not noticed it himself. “Why’re you bleeding?”

Moony meowed, as though echoing your question. She was still close to him, and leaned forward to rub her head against his shin again.

This seemed to break him—his shoulders drooped and he let out a long exhale. He reached up and pulled the mask off, and you gasped again.

The left side of his face was covered in bruises, his eye starting to swell a bit. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, glancing down at Moony.

“Smart cat. She recognized me.” You winced and instinctively moved toward him when he tried to smile and grimaced at the action.

“Sit down, please,” you said, remembering to speak quietly. “You can’t die in my apartment. You can’t.”

“I won’t,” he said, letting you manhandle him into sitting on the couch. “Promise.”

“If you thought this was your apartment you’re definitely concussed,” you said, reaching up to move his curls aside, careful not to touch his face. The bruises covered his entire left side, also the side his arm was bleeding. “What happened to you?”

You snatched your hand away when he realized he was frozen, eyes to the side where your hand was.

“I got thrown into a wall,” he said, smiling again. A smaller grimace this time. “I’m really sorry.”

“You’re sorry for being thrown into a wall?” You shuffled to the kitchen to grab the tiny first aid kit you kept there. It was dusty and unused and consisted mainly of bandaids, something you started laughing at a little hysterically as you opened it on the couch, in between you and Midoriya. He’d leaned back onto the couch, breathing evened out. He was lying so still you thought he was sleeping, until he turned his head to see what you were laughing at.

“I only have bandaids,” you said, still laughing a little. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” he said. “Oh, I didn’t mean…” he started laughing. Quietly, then a little louder until you were both giggling and suppressing loud laughs.

“It’s okay,” he said, catching his breath again. “Can you help me get to my place? I’m used to patching myself up.”

It took five minutes, but eventually, you both managed to get out your front door, coaxing Moony to stay inside. Midoriya had one of his arms draped around your shoulder, keeping him upright. He had reassured you plenty of times as you both shuffled out the door that he was fine, he had been through worse. Which only made you feel worse.

His apartment was the exact same layout as yours, though a little messier, which he apologized for. There were notes all over his kitchen table, his couch was covered in blankets. You had a feeling he was prone to falling asleep all over his apartment like you did.

“Thank you,” he said once he had settled down on his couch. “I’m really sorry, again.”

“I know,” you said, sitting down beside him. You stared at the clock directly across from you, above his small TV. “I’m sorry for figuring out who you are.”

Another small laugh from him. “S’okay.” he shifted to look at you, and you mirrored him. It would have felt awkward being this close to someone you knew more in passing a day ago, but you felt as though this entire experience had automatically made the two of you friends. A trauma bond, of sorts. “You won’t tell anyone?”

You smiled back at him. “Promise.”

You didn’t remember getting back to your apartment, only that it took a lot of convincing on Midoriya’s part. The second you woke up (on your couch) you rushed to get out the door and knock on Midoriya’s until he opened, if anything to confirm you had not dreamed anything that had happened. But before you could get your slippers on, you saw a small note on the floor in front of the door.

Two spiders drawn holding hands, with “friends?” written underneath.

You slid it back under his door with your own addition — a drawing of a cat and “friends” written underneath his question.

——— * * * ———

“Trauma bond?”

“Yeah,” you said, shoving at his shoulder and ignoring his fake wince. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he agreed, petting a meowing Moony in his lap. He was frowning down at her, and you had been around him long enough to know something was wrong.

It had been over a month since the break-in incident (which Midoriya was still apologizing for) and you had grown used to each other’s company. It had started off small—seeing him in the library during the day, studying quietly next to him. Stifling your laughter when he slid a spider doodle across the table to you.

After that, you noticed him around campus more often. You had always greeted him when he crossed your path, stopping to make small talk. But now you actually talked about things of substance. Setting up study sessions, inviting him over to play with Moony, exchanging recipes and even starting to cook at each other’s apartments.

“Is my pasta not good?” you said. Moony meowed, echoing your question from his lap.

“It could use some pepper,” he said, smiling teasingly at you. “No, it’s good. Just a rough night.”

“Wanna talk about it?” you said.

“S’okay,” he said. “We’re trauma bonded enough.” You felt a pang of guilt at the sadness in his tone.

“Midoriya—”

“Thank you for the pasta,” he said. “I can help with the dishes.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “You know we’re friends friends, right?”

He nodded. “I’m messing with you.”

“You little shit!” he laughed as you set your dishes down in the sink, shoving him slightly. He smiled slyly at you. He seemed like the perfect boy next door, but he was really a little shit. And he was the perfect boy next door.

“I haven’t heard you come back late in a while,” you said. He turned to look at you from his place at the sink, eyebrows raised.

“You wait up for me?”

“No!” you said indiginantly. “It just used to wake us up.”

“Really? I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” you said. “But you have to wake me up if you’re hurt really bad, okay? Even if it’s just to sit with you.”

A small noise of acknowledgement from Midoriya.

“What was that?”

“Promise.”

Satisfied, you got up from your place at the table, letting him finish up the dishes. “Are you going out tonight?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry in advance about the early morning wake up call.”

He still would not tell you where he went. But the news reports the next day served as the answers to your questions. A crime solved here, a criminal turned in there. The Spider-Man news page, ran by dedicated fans, was bookmarked on your computer and one of your most visited tabs. On nights when you couldn’t sleep and didn’t know where he was, you would refresh it every few minutes, waiting for an update.

Sometimes he would go during the day, and when you would get back from class he would be there on your couch with Moony, napping. You would sit on the opposite end and wait for him to wake up, then decide on what to make for lunch together. Not talking about the new bruise on his arm or the new cut on his leg. If he brought it up you knew it was okay to talk about it, but usually you both talked about normal topics. Avoiding the giant spider in the room.

“All done!” he said, falling down on the couch beside you. Reaching to pet Moony, who was cuddled up on your lap. Arm muscles flexing, hands softly running through Moony’s fur. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore how jacked he was. Especially when he was literally always stripping in your apartment, changing from his suit into his regular clothes. Letting you sneak glances at his back, his chest.

“Take a nap,” you blurted. “If you’re going to be out tonight. You need to rest.”

“I will,” he said, smiling up at you. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m not!” you said, huffing. “You better not visit me tonight. I expect you to kick ass and come back with no injuries.”

“‘Kay,” he said. “See you tomorrow?” You nodded and watched him dramatically sigh, throwing his head back on the couch before getting up and shuffling to the door.

The rest of your evening was spent anxiously trying to distract yourself. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your head, in the pit of your stomach. After finishing your homework and realizing it was hours before your usual bedtime, you cleaned your apartment. Reorganized, moved things around.

You decided to settle on the couch for the night. Better place to hear Midoriya come back.

The sound that jolted you awake a couple hours later was louder than usual, and it woke you up quicker. A quick glance at your clock let you know it was only 1am.

“Midoriya?” you said quietly, sitting up. “You okay?”

He was standing near your window, at almost the exact same spot as a month before, when he had first broken in.

“No,” he said. Voice hoarse and almost too quiet for you to hear.

You were up and leading him over to the couch in an instant. His mask was already off, clutched in between his fingers

“Are you hurt?” you said, patting down his arms and running your fingers over his face softly, scared to touch a bruise or aggravate a cut. A shake of his head.

You gently took the mask from him, setting it down on the coffee table with one hand, the other gripping his hands tightly. “Want to talk about it?”

He nodded, squeezing your hands back. “Later.”

“Okay,” you said, scooting closer to him on the couch so your shoulders pressed together. “I’m here, okay? It’s okay.”

You were ready when his shoulders started shaking and he slid into your hug, staining your shirt with his tears. You ran your hands through his hair, rubbing your fingers along the nape of his neck. Repeating the phrase over and over until it felt like you were trying to convince yourself of the same thing.

The bruises were on his side this time—no cuts deep enough to warrant him going back to his apartment to patch himself up. You helped him get his suit off slowly. The tears hadn’t stopped, and yours had started fifteen minutes after his. It hurt to see him like this and not know how to help. Knowing all you could do was help him get back to his apartment and keep his secret.

“Can I stay?” he said. He was holding the top half of his suit to his chest, hugging it.

“Yeah, course you can,” you said. “I’ll get you some clothes.”

Moony walked out of your room with an annoyed meow. She had been sleeping, but once she spotted Midoriya she happily sauntered over, already purring.

Once he had changed into the clothes his eyes started to droop, and you started convincing him to sleep in your room. He kept shaking his head, until he finally told you, “Don’t want to be alone.”

“Okay, I’ll stay with you,” you said. Slipped out so easily you had no time to realize you had said it until he nodded and you were walking into your room and settling under the covers, Midoriya turning to face you, lashes wet with tears.

“I’m not leaving,” you said, reaching to intertwine your fingers with his. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

He blinked slowly at you, sleep making his eyes heavy. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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brivinty · 10 months

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LOVE IS NOT OVER, IT DOSENT MAKE SENSE, STILL. ★

FEATURING; SPIDER-MAN!! Izuku x Reader (female)

— Masterlist —

CONTENT; You find out Izukus Spider-Man, things get heated, but like… in a good way. Fluff, Nicknames: Babe, baby. Fingering, multiple orgasms (f), one time spank to the ass.

Izuku is Spider-Man. Now it may sound surprising that a normal teen boy, who you just happen to be dating is Spider-Man. He’s never told you about it, you just assumed he was really busy all the time, and only liked to hang out in the morning, so you never questioned him and his oddness. Though you did question the bruises that would appear on his face and his arms but you ignored it hoping it wasn’t from home, his aunt did seem nice.

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Izuku was out patrolling the neighborhood swinging from building to building. Then his phone rang in his pocket. He jolted before tapping the button on his earpiece. He quickly landed on the building and let out a heavy sigh. “..Hello?” He muttered pulling his mask slighly over his lips. “Hello? Hey zuku, I’m at the store, what did you want again?” You asked and he could hear the faint sounds of the stores music in the back. Izuku blinked for a couple of seconds trying to figure out why you were buying something for him. “Oh! Um! Get me anything, yea! Anything is fine.” He was quick to blurt our realizing today was both of yours movie date.

“Mk, I’ll see you then, right?” You said into the phone. “Don’t be late.” You say before ending the call and Izuku sighs contently. “Lucky me, my patrol is officially over.” Izuku said before sliding his mask down. “Luckily no one wanted to cause a ruckus today.” He said but let out a laugh and annoyed sigh when he heard sirens and people yelling. “You gotta be kidding me…!” Izuku groaned swinging into the direction of the danger.

“Gotta get this over with, she’s been waiting all week for this.” He told himself, spotting the running car. He quickly shot a web at one of the wheels, stopping the cars movement. “Out the way everyone!” He yelled and everyone cheered for him, yelling out his hero name and such. Once he stopped the car completely, he didn’t spend time to Indulge with the audience, instead he swung to his home. Once he made it he was quick to open his window and climb into his room pulling off his mask and taking off the top half of his suit, but jumped when he heard a plate drop to the ground and a gasp.

“What.. the.. FUCK!?” You yelled out, your finger pointing towards him your blush evident on your face seeing his toned abs and arms. “Babe! Hi! Uh…!” He smiled awkwardly his eyes flickering from his mask in his hand to his halfway taken off suit and to your face. “I was…. cosplaying! Ha— yeah…! …as Spider-Man! And you caught me!” He said making you give him a look. “Izuku, I’ve been here for 30 minutes, you mean to tell me, you’ve been here the whole time…cosplaying.” You said with a raised brow and your hand on your hip. He smiled before spreading his arms out widely.

“Surprise I’m Spider-Man!” He said and you looked at him dumbfounded. “Give me a second, I don’t think I heard you well.” You said taking a deep breathe. “You? your Spider-Man??” You asked blinking at him while walking closer. “..uh yea! It was supposed to be a secret! Clearly.. but—I didn’t think you were here! So I was gonna shower and be ready for the date by then a-“ you cut him off with a kiss. “Sorry, I had to couldn’t resist.” You said with a smile and he looked at you surprised. “You’re not— like mad??” He said confused. “No..? I mean, at first I was worried you were cheating— or someone was bullying you.. but now I know you weren’t cheating, just been swinging around buildings saving people.”

“In a skintight suit none the less…” you say with a laugh pulling at the fabric before walking to go pick up the plate on the ground as he tried shimmying his way out his suit looking for shorts to wear. “I thought you were cheating on me for months, because anytime I said we should hang out you always bailed on me.” You say placing the bag of chips back onto the plate glad you put the dip in a container. “But now I know you’ve just been saving the world.” You say with a grin sitting down onto the bed making him laugh. “You are so odd.” Izuku says walking towards you now in shorts but still shirtless, standing in between your legs. “How so?” You asked with a raised brow. “Any normal person would be freaking out, yet here you are, calm.” He said bringing a kiss to your lips. “Oh I’m definitely freaking out, since when did you have these?” You pointed towards his abs and he laughed. “Ever since I got bit by a spider.” He said and you grin.

“I fucking knew it! I always knew Spider-Man had to have been bit by a radioactive spider.” You said making him roll his eyes at you. “Well do you like it?” He asked and you smiled at him. “Very.” You said and he pushed you down on the bed laying on top of you. “You’re such a weirdo.” He said and you smiled. “Says the guy who’s swings around buildings daily.” You respond and he chuckles.

“Where do the webs even come from?” You asked your hand stroking his hair. “It comes from the inside part of my wrist, I just yknow, tst-“ before he could finish you cut him off. “Oh yea you just tst..?” You mock laughing at him as he rolls his eyes before giving you a kiss.

You smiled as the two of you pulled away before going back in. The two of you start to kiss each other eagerly Izuku getting up slowly from his laying down position now bent slightly on his knees his hand underneath your chin as you two made out. You both pulled away breathing heavily Izuku looking down at you. “Damn…” you whispered out looking up at him. He smiled widely at you before placing a kiss to your forehead. “Oh yeah, act all cute after that?” You sass with a pout looking away from him.

“Did you wanna continue..?” Izuku asked with a playful grin. “I mean.. if you wanted to I don’t mind..” you say with a suggestive look lingering on your face. He chuckled slightly before bringing his lips to meet yours again this time his hands roaming around your body feeling up on your curves. His hands went down to your thighs squeezing them slightly before massaging your inner thigh. You whimpered softly and he smiled into the kiss before going down to your neck kissing and sucking it. “Zuku...” You whined as your hands played with his hair tugging at it softly causing him to groan at the feeling. “Calm down, im getting to it.” He said with a slightly chuckle his lips ticking at the skin on your neck.

His hands slid up your shirt grabbing both of your breast squeezing and flicking your nipples. You moaned out your head leaning back on the bed rest allowing him more access. He finally pulled away leaning his body back, he tugged at your shirt making your body move on its own quick to take it off. “—fuck” He groaned slightly his hands brushing over his face, his face slightly red and his cock hard against his boxers. “Your not wearing a bra?” He asked as his hands gently grabbed onto one of your breast his lips closing around one as he sucked slighly on it. “Thought—…thought we were just gonna watch— movie..” you moaned out your hands pulling at his hair.

Your back arched as you moaned out, he sucked harder suddenly motivated to make you feel good. His hand moved down in between your legs sqezzing at your thighs before softly caressing your inner thigh then looking up at you. You nodded your head slightly, giving him permission to go further. He pulled away slightly before backing up slightly pulling down your loose shorts, his smirk evident at your slightly damp panties pulling them off. He grabbed your thighs before pulling you down slightly then laying down and lifting your thighs onto his shoulders.

He kissed your inner thigh a smile fighting to form on his face as you whimpered loudly. His tongue swept over your folds and your clit. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs as he sucked your soaked lips into his mouth, tongue sliding between them. His thumb rubbed hard circles over your clit as he continued to pump his tongue into you, leaving you gasping and reaching for the covers. As your fingers sunk into his hair, you could barely hold on as your heart raced in your chest. You whined at the loss as he drew his mouth back.

You moaned out as he inserted two fingers in your soaking cunt. He brung his thumb up to your lips your instinct pushing you to take it into your mouth a smile evident on his face at the action. Your hips bucked wildly as you pulled on his green curls you kept moaning as you sucked his fingers in reaching your first orgasm. You whined and moaned out as his fingers abused you soaking cunt. “You gonna cum?” He teased as he felt your body convulse and squirm as you threw your head back into the sheets.

Your legs shook as your thighs shut together, his hands quick to pry them open as you hit your peak moaning out loudly. You breathed out heavily your eyes blinking slowly as you caught yourself Izuku kissing at your thighs muttering out. ‘Goods jobs’ and ‘you did greats’. “Want you in me..” you whined out boldly causing Izuku to look at you with wide eyes before he chuckled and With a swift motion, he lifts you from your laying position and turns you around, positioning you on all fours on the bed. His hand glides across your ass, giving it a firm smack, the sound of the impact echoing through the room. "Zuku—!” You gasped out at the action, you could feel his smirk from miles away.

He positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your wet folds, teasingly grazing your entrance. He leans in close, his face hovering near your ear. "You ready?" he ask, his voice coming off as a seductive whisper. “Give me all of it..” you whined out and he groaned at your answer before he slides himself into you with a single, powerful thrust, impaling you fully. You squealed and gasped at the thrust and quick pace your hands gripping onto the sheets as you moaned and whined in pleasure.

His thrusts continue with an intensity, each one driving into you with a forceful urgency. The sounds of skin against skin fill the room, mixing with your moans and gasps, as he takes you completely, relishing in the power he holds over you. Your hands reach out for his as tears start to well in your eyes the pleasure to much for you to handle, not quite used to this side of your boyfriend. He reaches out, intertwining his fingers with yours, offering a sense of comfort amidst the intensity of the moment.

He quickens his pace, the force of his thrusts building in intensity as his own arousal reaches its peak. The sounds of your moans, your whines, fill the room, blending with his own carnal grunts. The pleasure and pain become intertwined, an intoxicating mix that pushes you both closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Where do you want it—?” He grunted out slamming into you. “I-inside! F—fuck! Inside of me Zuku!” You moaned out your head smushed againts the pillow as your tears stained the whole covering. With one final, powerful thrust, he releases himself inside you, his groans mingling with your cries of pleasure. He holds you tightly, the sweat-slicked bodies pressed against each other, as the waves of orgasm wash over both of you.

He slowly withdraws from your body, his gaze lingering on the marks he has left on your skin. He smiled softly before rubbing softly at your waist before turning your body over placing a kiss to your temples. “Gonna go grab a rag.. don’t pass out..” he says with a smile at the sight of your fucked out figure. He was quick to come back from the bathroom wiping off all the slick and sweat from your body before grabbing you one of his shirts to wear sliding it over you, the shirt oversized on you making him smile.

“Sorry.. think I went too hard.” He said with a slight frown making you shake you head. “No—! No.. it was good.. I liked it.” You say with a smile placing a soft peck to his lips as his grin grew wide. “Good for Spider-Man right?” He asked with a shit eating grin and you laughed slightly. “Mhm.. pretty good for Spider-Man.”

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spiderman!zk

i love spiderman zk (izuku) </3

warnings: none !

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spiderman!zk would always forget his mask. his house, s/o’s house, ktsk’s house, doesn’t matter. he will forget it. it’s how s/o and ktsk found out he was spiderman too.

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flyingraijin · 2 years

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Like Silk | Chapter IV

IS THIS YOUR BABY? IF NOT, DON'T STEAL IT!

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader

Warning: Spiderman au, swearing, some more lil sprinkles of backstory, robot babies that are creepy asf, all characters are 18 years or older

Word Count: 6304

Part Four of Thirty - Chapters come out every 2 weeks to 1 month

Note: So I didn't update two days ago like I said I was gonna. But I'm updating today. Chapter 5 is now out on AO3

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You end up being much later for class than you might have liked. So late, actually, that you don’t even have time to stop off at the bathroom before you head to your homeroom. As you slide open the massive door to the classroom, you’re left only to keep your head ducked and pray that the furious scrubbing you’d given your face on the walk over had erased any tear tracks left on your cheeks.

Fortunately for you, there are still a number of seats sitting empty in the classroom when you enter it, despite the time, so all eyes are not on you as you shuffle your way between the rows of desks and flop down into your own chair, letting your bag thump to the floor at your feet.

So far, your morning has been complete ass. For a multitude of reasons. And there’s an awful sick feeling churning around in the pit of your stomach that tells you things will probably only get worse from here.

Running into Midoriya on the train first thing in the morning after you’d left your house had not been a good omen for you. After his confession last night, you were left feeling even more on edge around him than normal. And that unease had unsettled you enough that when you accidentally bumped into Bakugou on your way up to the UA campus, you’d snapped up the bait he’d thrown for you at the first chance you got, with none of your usual thought towards the idea of being mature.

You’re still fuming over the situation. Bakugou’s hissed words continue to play like a broken record in your head, repeating themselves again and again and again, and you can’t help but glare as hard as humanly possible over Midoriya’s empty desk and right at the back of his stupidly blond, stupidly spiky-haired head, where he sits lounging like a smug-fucking-bastard at his own desk.

You want to throw something at him. Something very heavy. However, for once in a blue moon, Mr Aizawa is actually here before the bell, and you don’t think he’d take very kindly to having one of his students knocked unconscious by a textbook to the head right in front of him. Even if said student is the most self-righteous, stuck up, major, raging, incentive douchebag to ever walk this earth.

‘What the fuck even in his problem anyway?’ you think angrily to yourself as you sit glaring, quietly hoping your eyes will somehow burn a hole right through his thick skull. It’d been him who started it, of course. He had approached you, not the other way around. You’d just been minding your damn business before he swooped in, riding atop his stupid-fucking wave of a grudge from way back before elementary school, all high off the idea of making himself your biggest problem. “ I saw you sitting with that damn nerd on the train,” had been his exact words, which he’d spat right in your face once he’d pulled you from the throngs of people walking into school. “ He looks like shit, as usual. Fuckin’ hilarious.”

You still don’t know why you’d snapped back at him, telling him to shut the fuck up. But you don't think you regret it. You definitely don’t regret getting to see the flash of surprise that has sparked through his crimson eyes.

“You finally give in and suck his dick, then?” was his reply. “Wouldn’t be the first fuckin’ time.”

Just thinking about those words sends a chill through your stomach now. You don’t care. At least, you shouldn’t . Because it’s fucking Bakugou, of all people, the one guy who has a whole fucking reputation built on how much of an ass he is.

It does hurt though. Probably more because it does come from Bakugou, of all people. It hurts more than it should.

Thank goodness, before you psych yourself up so much that you do actually lob your textbook at his head, the classroom door slides open once again. Your attention turns at the sound and then quickly you duck your head down as much as you can when you catch a glimpse of forest green hair. As much as you’re sick of Bakugou right now, you’re even less prepared to deal with Midoriya and his friends. Especially after you have a fleeting suspicion that Midoriya might actually have seen you crying when you’d rushed past him in the hallway earlier. You refuse to make eye contact with him as he weaves his way through the desks before flopping into the one in front of you. You refuse to make eye contact with anyone, really, especially when you can feel another gaze burning into the side of your head. Uraraka is glaring at you, as she always does any time she sees you, and you're almost tempted to throw her the middle finger because she's really only adding insult to the injury of your already shitty day.

But then the bells ring out through the classroom and Mr Aizawa slowly gets to his feet. What little chatter that could be heard throughout the room dies off abruptly.

"Alright, settle down," your teacher grumbles out, as monotone as ever. You raise your head slightly to look at him properly and it's only now that you notice it - there's a huge cardboard box standing on the edge of his desk, large enough to easily fit at least three of your classmates comfortably inside it. There's no writing on the front, nothing to indicate what it may be for, but you can feel your heart sinking anyway as something deep down tells you it has everything to do with the project that you're partnered with Midoriya on.

You're not the only one who's noticed either. A chorus of whispers rustled through the students in your class, all of them eyeing up the box just as you are, curious expressions on their faces.

They shut up pretty soon though, when Mr Aizawa shoots everyone a dirty look.

"As you guys learned yesterday," he begins, glaring around at everyone. "You will all be participating in a project that will run from now, over the Christmas holidays and then on to the end of the year. This is an ongoing thing and it is not "- he shoots a very distinct look at Denki Kaminari, who sits in the middle aisle of desks, - "something you can just do at the last minute. Constant engagement is required throughout the process and you will be graded on whether or not you meet this requirement."

There are a number of small huffs that can be heard throughout the classroom, a few students scowling deeply and flopping back in their chairs. You almost feel sorry for them, but then you remember that you are going to have to spend consistent hours working with your partner. All your pity turns inwards.

"You were assigned your partners yesterday," Aizawa continues, sparing not a single glance for the people busy grumbling. "I trust that you all remember who you're working with because I don not have the time or patience to read it all out again."

He pauses, glaring around at his students and, thankfully, no one raises their hand to ask for confirmation. You see Mr Aizawa's shoulders visibly relaxing and then your entire mood perks up when he reaches out to pull the huge cardboard box a little closer towards him.

“Up until this point,” he starts, “UA has never placed much emphasis on home economics. This is a science school, and the primary focus throughout your three years here has been to prepare you all to enter your chosen STEM fields following graduation. However, as has been tradition for a number of years now, in an attempt to provide you with at least some basic life skills before you leave, you will be completing one final project for your home economics course.”

A number of your classmate look round, shooting confused looks to one another. You just roll your eyes, already completely over the entire proceedings. Mr Aizawa too, looks entirely bored.

“Frankly, I have always felt it’s a bit late to try and teach you soft skills during the final third of your last year of school,” he continues on, looking around the class. His gaze lingers on a certain few heads before he looks away. “You lot, especially, I think are past the point of no return. However, this project is a curriculum requirement and so we run it nonetheless.”

There are a few snorts to be heard around the classroom. Sero in particular actually chuckles. My Aizawa just shakes his head.

“I digress however, since I have seen some miraculous transformations come for students attitudes with the completion of this project. Now, does anyone have any questions before I get into the parameters of what you’ll be doing?”

No hands go up and you say a silent thank you that there aren’t any godforsaken souls within your class who are willing to drag the suspense out any longer. Mr Aizawa nods and then turns around. You watch curiously as he digs one hand into the large cardboard box, the air within the classroom suddenly going tense and suspenseful. Your mind flashes with a thousand possibilities, all ranging from building your own AI to concocting the cure for cancer to designing a new engine for next year's Formula 1 season.

But all your hopes are dashed when Mr Aizawa removes his hand and pulls out…

A plastic baby?

You feel your heart sinking immediately, tight down the length of your body until its puddled somewhere near your toes as your mind screams out fuck no! because you've heard of this project. And suddenly any hopes you'd had about maybe not having such an awful time with Midoriya as your partner are stomped into oblivion beneath Mr Aizawa's boot.

"This," your teacher says, holding up the baby for everyone in the class to see properly. "Will be your project for the next four months. You will need to take care of this mechanical baby."

He seems to feel you glaring at him like you're trying ignite every one of the brain cells in his head because he pauses and then gives a very stern look.

"I'd like to stress that the partners you've all been given are non-negotiable," he says and it's in his dont-you-fucking-dare-argue-with-me voice. "They have been chosen for a very specific reason and if you don't like your partner, you will just have to suck it up and deal with it."

You don't push him, although in your head you’re swearing up and down about all the horrible things you could do. Your hands ball into fists against the wooden top of your desk and then you turn your focus to Midoriya and wonder if you focus hard enough, you could cause him to spontaneously combust.

Stupid Midoriya, you think to yourself as your eyes trace the outline of his dark curly hair. Stupid project, study baby . You huff out a sigh and cross your arms angrily over your chest, still glaring. This assignment is so unrealistic anyway. There's no way you'd ever have a kid with that fuckhead, much less do anything that could result in having a child.

Although , another voice at the back of your mind whispers as you notice a flash of pale blond moving in front of Midoriya, the partners could be worse. You could be with Bakugou.

The thought just about makes you gag.

"The aim of this project is to try and simulate actual parenthood as closely as possible,” Mr Aizawa continues. “These babies are an incredibly advanced technology, engineered specifically for us by some students right here in our school. This will not be an easy assignment, I assure you, these things have been programmed to be as temperamental as possible.”

“So,” a new voice pipes up, one that you recognise as Denki Kaminari. You glance in his direction to see that he’s rocking back on his chair, head tilted to the side as he stares up at your teacher with an expression of mild apprehension. “Do they, like, cry and stuff?” Beside him , Eijirou Kirishima also looks petrified, eyeing the baby in Mr Aizawa’s grasp as if it’s some kind of bomb. You fight down the urge to laugh.

“The point of this project is to teach you how to look after something that is totally dependent on you," Aizawa replies. "Babies need everything from you but can’t communicate it, which is one of the main problems you will run into if you ever become a parent. So in answer to your question, Kaminari, yes, they will cry. For a multitude of reasons. Your biggest struggle will probably be figuring out what they need."

Kaminari slumps back, looking dejected. "Dude, I'm not ready to be a parent," he mumbles out, although it's loud enough for most of the class to hear him. There are a few resounding giggles.

On some level you agree with him, although you make sure not to let it show at all in your expression. Even despite who you have to do the project with, the assignment itself is daunting. Parenthood is not something you've ever taken a fuck ton of time to think about, beyond the occasional throwing a baby doll around when you were a toddler. You've been goal oriented since you first knew what a goal was and your goal -

Well, it's never been 'to be a mom'.

As you stare up at the baby Mr Aizawa is holding, taking in its - slightly creepy - realistically wrinkled face and the way its tiny body looks even smaller in the arms of your teacher, you can't help but feel…

You can't help but feel nervous.

As if he knows exactly what you're thinking, Midoriya spins in his chair the very second your face begins to crumble. You catch his deep green eyes beneath the fluff of his curls and yet, for one of the first times in years, you don't snap at him for looking at you. The pair of you hold each other's gaze for a long second before Midoriya offers you a reassuring smile. And to your surprise, it actually does its job.

"It'll be fine," Midoriya says quietly, so no one else can hear him through the rounds of chatter that are circling through the rest of your classmates. "It'll be exactly like playing house the way we used to when we were kids."

You snort bitterly at that, an eyebrow twitching. "So we're gonna be a big happy family?" you ask him, tilting your head a little to the side. By the look on Midoriya's face, he seems to understand how absurd the idea is. This little game of house couldn't get more dysfunctional if it tried and it hasn't even begun yet. But he smiles through it, even though you know that's exactly what he's thinking.

"Probably not," he says, but you can still see the sparkle in his bright green eyes. Something inside you sings. "But just… don't worry. It'll fine, okay? Promise."

"You can’t promise shit," you tell him grumpily, hastily looking away from him before your heart can do any more stupid things. "And I wasn't worrying."

He doesn't believe you and he actually laughs about it, prompting a fiery blush to rage through the skin of your cheeks. "Yeah sure," he tells you and then turns back around to face the front of the classroom again.

Unfortunately, Mir Aizawa starts speaking before you can snap back at him, so you're left to glare heartedly at the back of his head once again.

Stupid project, you think, Stupid baby. Stupid Midoriya.

Stupid stupid Midoriya.

"Unfortunately for you children," Mr Aizawa says, raising a hand to bring silence to the room once again. "Technology isn't advanced enough to create a entirely lifelike robot babies just yet. In reality, there are a hundreds of different reasons why a child might start crying. However, for the purpose of this project, there are only four."

He holds up four of his fingers for the class to see.

"The first," he begins, "is because they need their nappy changed." He reaches into the box again and pulls out a small zip-up pouch. "This is your baby bag. Inside if everything you will need to complete this project. Including reusable cloth nappies." He sets the baby down on the surface of the desk and opens up the bag, pulling out a bundle of white cloth.

"The dolls have sensors built into them which connect to sensors in the nappies," he explains. "These sensors will read whether the nappy is dirty or clean. Dirty nappies cannot be used more than once within a twenty four hour period. If you do use on, your baby will throw a fit and it will constitute a considerable deduction in points." He glares round the class, his dark eyes settling on every student for a millisecond before flitting away. "So don't do that. The nappy will reset after twenty fours hours once it has been used. You need to keep track of this." He puts the ball of clothes back in the pouch and then swivels the entire thing to the side to show everyone a small pocket holding four baby bottles.

"The second reason your baby may cry is because it's hungry. Now, you won't actually feed them anything. These bottles are all empty. However "- he pulls one of the bottles from the pocket and twists it to show a strip of four lights that run up one side - "these will show you how full each bottle is. As the bottle is used, the lights will deplete and once the one at the bottom turns red, you will know the bottle is completely empty."

A hand goes up. It’s Uraraka, who's looking a little like she’s vibrating in her seat, in her eagerness to ask a question. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes and look away.

"Sir," Uraraka starts once Mr Aizawa nods in her direction. "Do the bottles also reset after twenty four hours? Or do we have to do something else to refill them?

"Good question," Mr Aizawa says and this time you do roll your eyes when a look of pride washes over Uraraka's face. "The bottles do reset, but it's after six hours instead of twenty four. You only have four bottles so you should arrange a system to cycle them, to ensure you can always feed your baby when it needs it."

As he puts the bottle back into its pocket, you chance another glance over at Uraraka. Only to be surprised when you find that she's already glaring right at you . Your gaze meets her for a moment and your eyes narrow as you try to figure out what the fuck her problem might be this time, besides her usual shitty attitude of course. But then you catch the way her eyes flickered briefly away from you to the boy sitting in the desk in front of you and your face curls into a smirk when you realise. Oh she's so jealous .

You flash her your most smug expression and make sure she sees it before you look away once again, switching your attention back to Mr Aizawa, who's picking up the baby again. Even as he raises it for the class to see, you can still feel her heated gaze on the side of your face and your heart sings with triumph.

"The third reason that your baby may cry," Mr Aizawa says, continuing with his explanation. "Is that they need to be held, or rocked." He gives Kaminari and Sero a sharp look. "There is a correct way to hold a baby. And if I see anyone swing swing their's around like a hooligan, I will fail you immediately." He shifts the baby in his arms, cradling it with one hand behind its head and the other arm tucked around its body. " This is how you need to hold your babies. It may seem complicated now but I'm sure you'll all get the hang of it relatively quickly. In the case of the third reason, you will hold your baby and gently rock it back and forth"- he demonstrates -"which should help to calm them down. The babies all have built-in motion sensors, so they will know if you're doing it properly. They also have audio sensors, which leads to the fourth reason they might cry. And you all need to pay attention very carefully for this one…"

It feels like the entire class leans forward, everyone hanging onto Mr Aizawa's every word. He shifts the baby in his arms, adjusting his grip before raising his eyes again to look around the classroom.

"Your babies need affection. Essentially, you need to talk to your kid."

He holds up a hand before questions can start rocketing, the energy within the classroom beginning to buzz as it becomes clear it's getting near to the end of the briefing. "Let me explain and then I'll send you all off to go and set up your babies. The babies are equipped with sensors all over their bodies. They also have recording devices in their backs." He turns the baby around to show the class. "To set your baby, you need to press this button here and then allow it to record you saying its name, as well as a few other phrases so it can learn to recognise your voice. Both you and your partner will do this. It will take a few minutes for your baby to calibrate and then the clock will start. From then on, your baby will record everything you say and do with it and will store that knowledge. At the end of the project, the chip inside the babies will be collected and then your progress will be graded out of 100 by an AI. Does everyone understand?"

There's a chorus of 'yes sirs’ throughout the class and Aizawa nods. "Do not forget," he says and his voice is serious as he looks around the room. "These babies are switched on constantly. You do not get a break from them, as with normal children. Even when they're asleep, they're recording. Am I clear?"

The affirmations ring out again. Aizawa turns to put the baby down on his desk once more. However, instead of reaching inside the box or the pouch again, he slides a large binder across the desk towards him and flips it open. As he begins to flick through it, searching for whatever he needs, you notice a twitch out of your peripheral vision. In front of you,Midoriya is backwards, just a little, not enough to be noticed by Mr Aizawa. However, when he turns his head to hiss something in your direction, you realise it's intentional.

"Have you got any name ideas yet?"

You don't. You haven't thought about it at all yet and even now as you try to wrack your brains, nothing comes to mind. You shake your head at Midoriya, frowning slightly.

"I guess we'll have to wait and see what the baby is like," you tell him quietly and he nods in agreement.

"I wonder if it'll look like either of us."

You can't help but snort at Midoriya's musing, trying your best to stifle the genuine bubble of laughter that rises in your throat. "These are plastic robots," you try to tell him sternly, however, the upward tilt at the corner of your mouth is giving everything away. "I doubt it'll look anything like either of us."

"It's nice to dream," Midoriya shoots back, however you don't miss the small smile that's stretching across his own face.

"Maybe we adopted," you tell him with a shrug of one shoulder. "Maybe your swimmers weren't swimmery enough."

That makes him laugh properly and he has to slap a hand over his mouth to stop his giggles from wringing out around the classroom. As it is, the nearest heads to you turn to eye you and him curiously, and you immediately purse your lips and force down your smile, in an attempt to look cool and composed once again.

Thankfully, Midoriya can't come at you with a comeback because Mr Aizawa raises his head, finally having located the thing he was looking for. He pulls a stack of papers from the folder and holds one up for you all to see - it's crisp and clean, evidently freshly printed, and covered with sprawls of neat black letters. You have a feeling you know exactly exactly what it is, and when Mr Aizawa opens his mouth to speak again, he confirms your suspicions.

"This is your baby's birth certificate," he announces. "You will each get one along with your baby and a bag. And you will all fill it out, with both you and your partner's details. I will be taking all of these back tomorrow morning once they're completed, so we can register your babies in our system. And I expect you to take this seriously." He gives Kaminari and Sero a purposeful look. "Try your best to think of this as real parenthood because if you do, there's a chance you'll be slightly better prepared in the future, if you ever do become parents." He sets the paper down and you tense immediately, realising you've finally reached the end of the explanation.

"I'm going to hand out your babies now," Mr Aizawa says, "along with everything you'll need. You'll have an hour and a half now to get yourselves sorted and then you'll go to the next period at 10. When I call your names, please can both you and your partner come up to collect your things. Then you're free to go outside and begin setting the babies up. Now - Iida and Yaoyorozu…"

You relax back into your seat and he begins to list off the partnerships. This project has turned out to be absolutely nothing like what you'd expected and if you're honest with yourself, you're pretty happy about it. Despite the fact that you now have to co-parent with Midoriya, this will probably turn out to be a lot easier than having to actively collaborate with the kid on classwork.

As you lounge in your chair, you hear the scrape of another being pushed back and then a figure is weaving through the tables towards you. A smile grows on your face when the person sits herself right on the surface of your desk, one leg crossing over the other.

"I am dreading this whole experience," Kyouka Jirou tells you dramatically as she glares out across the classroom. "I thought I could get away with just doing the whole thing myself while that dunce face just goofed off. But now I actually have to work with him."

You briefly remember the previous day, when Mr Aizawa had announced that Kyouka would be paired with Denki for this project, and the smile on your face grows wider.

"Aww," you tease, your eyes flicking upwards briefly to watch as Uraraka and Shinso rise to go collect their child. "Are you really going to dash poor Kami’s hopes so quickly? I'm sure he's delighted with this project."

Kyouka points a sharp black nail at you, her face dark red. "Don't you dare start," she hisses. "I know your opinions on this and I'm telling you right now you're wrong ."

You just laugh at her threat because you know her way too well for it to work. "You can't even deny it anymore," you tell her smugly. "That kid is head over heels in love with you and now you have to raise a child together. He's going to be so fucking giddy."

"Are we talking about Kaminari?" a new voice pipes up and you and Kyouka look up to see Mina Ashido grinning down at the pair of you. Her hands are on her hips and there's a triumphant look sparkling in her dark eyes as her gaze flicks from Jirou's grace over to yours and back again.

You smirk up at her smugly because you and her share the exact same opinions on the topic of Kyouka's life. "We are," you confirm for her. "You wanna take bets on how long it takes for him to make some joke about them having a kid?"

"Ooh, of course" Mina giggles, kicking her feet in amusement. She twirls one of her curls around her finger, sparkling pink nail flashing as she seems to think for a second. "I say… a red bean bun on less than ten minutes? Plus a soda if if he says something about it being fate."

You smirk up at her. "I'll bet on less than five minutes. Kaminari doesn't have that kind of restraint."

Her eyes glint and she slaps your outstretched palm. "Done."

Between you two, Kyouka gives an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "You two are so full of shit," she says, shaking her head. "He's not gonna -"

"Hey, Jirou!" There comes a yell from across the classroom and the three of you look up to see none other than Kaminari making his way between the desks in your direction. Kyouka cuts off her own voice when she sees him, her arms raising to cross over her chest and you can already feel your own smile growing, cruel and smug. That kid is way too predictable .

"What're the odds, huh?" Kaminari grins and leans one arm casually on the desk opposite your own. He's trying to be smooth, probably attempting one of the tricks that Sero taught him at some point to try and help his game. But he's also blushing. Furiously . And you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your cackle of laughter.

"You and I…" Kaminari continues, pointing to Kyouka them himself. "Us two, having a child together. This must be a message from the universe, huh? That we're meant to be ."

You hear a muffled snort from somewhere behind him and glance over his shoulder to see Sero and Kirishima just about peeing their pants with laughter over at their own desks. From your other side, Mina sighs and your triumph grows when you realise she's going to be buying you lunch today.

"I mean, seriously!" Kaminari is still growing, obviously to the grave he's digging himself, and how Kyouka's glare is getting more and more violent. "Really, we might as well just get married now haha, what the point in waiting amirite?"

You honestly think Kyouka is about to snap his neck, and you don't doubt she really would have if Mr Aizawa didn't call her and Kaminari's names right then. You offer her a cheeky grin as she hops off your desk, to which she replies with a stiff middle finger and then storms off towards the front of the classroom, leaving Kaminari to stare blankly at the empty spot she'd just vacated.

Mina leans over to give him a back on the back. "Good effort," she tells him, although her tone is a little salty. "Although could you not have just waited like, nine and a half more minutes?"

Kaminari looks confused but Mina shoos him off before he can ask questions. And then, before she can spin around to start trying to back out of her deal with you, her own name is called, along with Todoroki’s, and she's forced to head up to the front to the classroom too, a pout heavy on her lips.

You lean forward on your desk again, watching her go with a smug smile on your face as you begin to dream of the bean bun you'll be getting come lunch time. However, as your elbows slide across the wood and your chin goes to rest against the cool surface, you make eye contact with the boy in front of you. Again.

"What'd you want?" you ask him, although it's not nearly as mean as it's supposed to be.

Midoriya just shakes his head and looks away. "Oh nothing;" he says, but he's smiling slightly. And you have a feeling he must've just seen the whole exchange. Your snort ends up muffled in your crossed arms.

You and him are one of the last pairs to be called, with only Bakugou and Asui left sitting at their seats. The rest of the desks have been vacated and when your names finally rings out, you have plenty of room to hoist your backpack up onto your shoulder as you move through the classroom, heading up towards Mr Aizawa’s desk. You have plenty of room but you decide to ignore it in favour of head straight up the aisle and knocking Bakugou's feet down from where they’re propped up on the surface of his desk as hard as you can.

You don't apologise even when you hear him let out a sharp growl, and as you flounce up to the front, you make a show of not acknowledging him either. It's probably very petty and childish, but it feels good to do, even when Mr Aizawa gives you as look when you finally go to stand in front of him.

"That was unnecessary," he tells you. You just shrug in return.

"I disagree."

"Just try not to cause trouble," your teacher sighs. Then he looks past you to where Midoriya has come to stand at your shoulder. "Between the two of you either," he adds and his expression is stern. "You were paired together for a reason and I trust you understand that."

You struggle not to roll your eyes and give him a tired look in return. "Are we really the kind of people who'd cause trouble?" you ask, sarcastic to the point that you can taste it on your tongue.

Thankfully Mr Aizawa doesn't miss that and he gives you a small shake of his head. "Very funny. Now…" he pulls the cardboard box towards him, which seems like a significantly easier job than when he'd first opened it earlier that morning. "Here is your bag," he says, reaching in and pulling out a pouch identical to the one he'd used in his demonstration. He hands it off to Midoriya behind you, who shoulders it with ease.

"And here…" he continues, reaching into the box again, "is your baby."

He gives the baby to you this time and you have barely a second after take it to stare down into its hard plastic face. Then your own expression crumbles.

"Are you fucking with me?"

Because the baby -

The baby looks like you and Midoriya.

And it’s fucking terrifying.

It's got a head of wild midnight green curls, the texture and shape of which matches your classmate's so perfectly it genuinely concerns you. You recognise Midoriya's eye shape too, round and wide with slightly downturned corners and thick heavy lashes. It's your own irises that stare back up at you though, glassy and unblinking, and way too fucking realistic.

The baby has your skin tone too, matched perfectly, and you're almost inclined to hold it out at arms length for a second because while you knew " having a child" with your childhood friend was gonna be bad, you never expected it to be this bad.

"Seriously," you mutter as your eyes rove over the grotesque sight. "What the fuck?"

"Language,” Mr Aizawa says, although it's half-assed. Then he sighs and rubs a hand over his face. "Look, I know it's a little…"

"Fucking creepy?" you supply and he gives you a scowl.

"Odd ," he says in emphasis. "But with the introduction of this project, it’s become a tradition for the second year robotics lab students to design the babies. We tell them the partners in advance and they all tend to go a little… overboard."

"You don't say," you mutter as you stare down at your baby again. It's not as if it looks bad or anything - in fact, the baby itself looks incredibly realistic, exactly what a hybrid of what you and Midoriya might be. It's just…

"It's like this makes it real," you say, mostly to yourself, as you hold the baby up in the air. Even the weight mimics that of an actual newborn. "I… dammit, Deku!"

Midoriya starts when you turn to glare at him, eyes going wide as he throws his hands up in defence immediately. "What'd I do?!"

You don't answer him because you don't actually know yourself. You're just looking for someone to blame and despite the fact that he's in exactly the same boat as you are, he's the easiest victim.

"Here's your baby’s birth certificate," Mr Aizawa says, drawing both of your attention again before the atmosphere can thicken any further. "You'll need to complete it in full. And remember to name your baby before you set it up, because it'll need to register both of you saying it's name. There's a panel on the back that'll guide you in calibrating it."

You don't make a move to take the birth certificate, still too busy glaring daggers at the baby that's now balancing on your hip, so Midoriya reaches out instead. He shoots Mr Aizawa a smile of thanks as he does so, which you don't miss. Then the pair of you turn to begin walking towards the classroom door.

"Find somewhere quiet to do the recording," Mr Aizawa calls after you. "You want it to be as clear as possible."

And with that, you and Midoriya step out of the classroom and into the now empty hallway, equipped with a bag, a birth certificate and a robot baby that night as well be your own biological child.

#💙 blue's fics #like silk #izuku midoriya x reader #spidey!deku #spiderman au

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴋᴜ.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒.you recently found out that your best friend izuku midoriya, is spiderman and all the built-up tensions between the years of friendships finally manifest into this. NOTE: deku is ooc here.

wc. around 1,792

tags. izuku midoriya x reader. spidermandeku! x reader izuku midoriay ax reader smut. spidermandeku!reader smut. all characters are 18 years old. alternative au. non quirk au. spiderverse au. fucking your bsf. dom deku. deku eats out your pussy. deku fucks you hard. neck kissing/ sucking. face down ass up. afab!reader. unprotected sex. dirty talk. overstimulation.hair pulling.hitting it raw. 18+ mdni!

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All though he hovered above you, you didn't move or push him off like you typically would. Instead, you placed your delicate hands on his sturdy shoulders.

'What's gotten over me?' You mentally ask yourself, your breathing getting stuck in your throat. The boy's face rapidly warms up the longer the both of you stare into each other's eyes, though that changed soon when his stare shifted from your eyes to your lips. It was like an invisible force pulling the both of you closer to each other. After sitting up in your elbows to close the distance, Deku, over away assuming you wanted to be free yet instead you placed your hands on the back of his to push his down, the both of your foreheads touching now.

"Wait Y/N, are you sure?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't be doing this." And with that, you connected both of your lips together. You were in ecstasy, who knew his lips would be so soft and gentle yet so skilled? It immediately had you wanting more as he placed his hands behind your head and the small of your back, his hand underneath your shirt but not moving anywhere else.

As you pull away for air, you tilt your head back before quickly re-attaching yourself to him but this time with your hands under his shirt too, yours being more bold to explore.

Deku used this as an opportunity to pull off his shirt in one swift movement, his hair getting a but messy in the process. You immediately threw your hands over him and wrapped your legs around him as he went down and your back touched the bed. Soon you felt his lips on your neck as he pepered gentle kisses.

Tilting your head back, you hiss at his warm lips touching your cool neck which soon displayed love bites that slowly worked their way down to your collarbones, reminding you that you hadn't taken anything off yet, and so you did. Throwing your top over your head, revealing your mounds of fat being contained in your bra. Shortly after, you disposed of your pyjama trousers, throwing them off somewhere. Without warning, the green-haired boy reattached his lips to yours, this time being most urgent of all.

Deku's quick hands freed you from your bra which soon gently messaged your breasts as he placed his lips on your neck, marking you with his love bites. You moan as you tangle your fingers in his hair, gripping his green locs needly. “Please.” you whimper, almost a plead as the heat between your legs starts intensifying, causing you to write in anticipation.

“Patience babe, patince.” he mumbles along your skin kissing his way down to your core. Deku looks up at you, with those emerald orbs, non-verbally asking you for continuation, to which you nod. He places a tender kiss over your clothed cunt and your eyes shut, head lols back.

“Are you wet for me baby?” He mumbles against your cunt, placing a sweet kiss over your covered clit, his large, rough fingers pressing your panties into your wetness, watching in awe as they practically drench in your wetness. You've never felt more embarrassed, your face heating up instantaneously. “Look at how wet you are f’me.” He fiddles with the fabric of your panties before pulling them to the side. The cool air rushes to your soaking cunt, causing you to shudder.

Deku's tongue immediately causes you to jolt though as with one long stripe of his tongue over your sensitive bud, your back arches. Your cute reactions seem to fuel his determination to have you a mess over his tongue and all over his face. As he laps you like a starved man, his nose grazes up against your clit, making you reel. “Don’t stop.” you moan out, your legs shuddering, threatening to close shut like a vice around his head.

“You like that hmm?” he asks against your pussy, the vibrations of his voice adding to the sensations. To which you respond with a “Fuck!” Deku uses this as an incentive to carry on, his tongue lapping up all of your juices, not letting any go to waste. His tongue swirls and laps and sucks on your clit, and you feel your orgasm work your way up, so soon.

“Dekuu.” you whine.

“What’s my name?”

“Izuku.” you moan breathlessly.

“That’s it.” he purrs, licking up your sopping cunt and slowly pushing his fingers into your tight cunt, he can’t believe how tight you're squeezing around him, so desperately. The thought of your freaky side finally being revealed to him seems to turn him on, His dick hardening at the thought, He moves faster and faster, like a starved man, like you’re oxygen. This intense wave of pleasure makes you unable to lay still as you writhe and squirm chanting out his name.

“Please, please, please Zuku.” His large hands grip onto your thighs, which seem to be getting in the way of his best work yet. He’s relentless and unforgiving as he works faster to please him to slow down. “Wait stop, m’gonna cummm.” You mewl out. He thinks the noises you make are cute, “Izu, Izu, Izuuuu shittt.” You feel the knot in your heated core tightening as you are seconds away from releasing everywhere. His fingers thrust into you and he shakes his head as his nose nuzzles into your clit, pressing deeper.

“YES FUCK YES!” you cry out loudly, your body shuddering and trembling and the pleasure ripples through your body, your orgasm taking control, and your juices spilling everywhere. You take a minute to recollect yourself, as you feel your cum trickle out of your warm pussy, all falling onto Deku’s face. He swipes some of it off his face with his fingers, places it in his mouth and swirls his tongue around his fingers savouring your taste.

“Shit you taste good. ” he says, staring down at you. The sound of a zipper being undone and the familiar jingle of a belt being kicked off the bed causes you to sit up. Deku rubs his dick up and down your pussy, watching it twitch from overstimulation. His eyes slowly rise from the filthy sight, unto your pleading eyes. “Can you take it? You ready for my dick princess?” He asks rubbing his top up and down your slick folds, awaiting your response. Too shy to respond you nod sheepishly, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. “Words princess words. Tell me what you want from me.”

“Want you fill me up with you dick.”

“You sure.”

His question seems to stump because all of a sudden you're not that sure. You sit up properly to observe his dick. His tip is furiously red, leaking with precum. He was pretty girthy, definitely enough to stretch you out. His take takes a slight curve to the left and it’s lined with veins from his base to the top.

“You’re big.” You mumble, staring at his dick that you seemed to be salivating over.

“Do you think we can make it fit princess?” He asks, One large hand gripping unto your hip as you sink back down into the bed. “You bite your lip in contemplation and nod slowly. “ I need you to be sure about this Y/N.”

“I want you deep in me Izuku.” You confess and with that his teasing tip begins to make an entrance in your pussy, pressing itself further in. His eyes train on your face and how it contorts as he pushes himself in. “Tell me when to go.”

“Keep going slowly.”

His dick slowly reaches further and further inside your walls, till soon you're ready. He doesn't hesitate as he rocks his hips, creating a steady rhythm. And it feels good, it all feels so damn good as he slides in and out of your aching pussy. “MHm Faster please faster.” You moan out. Deku heeds your instructions and begins rocking his hips, his tip brushing against your G-spot causing to briefly go over the edge every time. “Who knew you were dirty like this Y/N.” he says, thrusting in an out of you, watching your body bounce with every move. Your breasts hypnotisingly bouncing around making Deku speed up lightly just to watch your tits bounce faster. “ Look at you, going crazy over dick, is this how you really are?” He asks and by now he's pummeling in and out of your relentlessly. You scream out his name and claw on his back and he leans forward to fondle with your breasts.

“Fuck it feels so good don’t stop.”

“Ill have to if you keep squeezing me like that.” Your repetitive moans seem to send Deku over the edge. the thrusts stop and you feel hands underneath you pick you up to flip you over, laying you on your stomach. His hand pushes your head down dn you insitively put your ass up high in the hand, shaking it needily. Deku first slaps his tip along your pussy before giving a harsh slap t your ass, watching as it begins to tune red. His palms grip the flash of your ass like his life depended on it. Gripping it and using it to pummel into you. Your moans were muffled as he drilled you into the bed. Tears spill out your eyes from the immense pleasure.

“MM’GONNA COMEEEE.” you cry out.

“Aww can my baby not take it anymore.” he coos in your year, going even faster than before. “Please, please, please please.” you chant.

“Can you hold out until I tell you to come?” he asks, his grunts and groans mixing with your whimpers and moans, but the only way you can respond is in a string of curses.

Deku begins to pummel in and out of you at inhumane speed, you genuinely find it difficult to hold yourself up and he drives you deeper into the mattress, mind’s cloudy and fogged up, and the only thing going on is your cock drunk smile. “I'm coming princess, you wanna come with me?” he asks.

“YES!” You cry out.

“Come f’me baby, I want your pretty come allll over my dick.” The knot in your stomach breaks and your eyes screw shut, toes curling in ecstasy that washes over you like the big tides in the ocean. Your body immediately goes limp and your pussy oozes out your cum. Deku picks you up by your arms and finishes off with a few lazy thrusts, before placing you on the bed again.

You can't believe you've just fucked your best friend. You can’t believe you fucked Spiderman.

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nnnyxie · 7 months

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Could we get headcanons for masked!Pro!Izuku x Fan!reader??? Masked au as in Hero identities are secret and we‘re besties with Izu and have no idea he is our ‚celebrity‘ crush and we own like tons of merch and a card board cut out and all- idk is that too specific?? Or weird?? Hsbfikskss

OHTMAGDK MY FIRST MHA REQ???? YES!!!

i absolutely adore this idea <3

and baby trust me this is not weird at all!! (i’ve gotten some odd requests, do not fret sweetheart)

y’all have that like— MJ and spiderman dynamic, before she knew he was spiderman. (the tobey maguire ver. first movie ofc ofc) (i love spiderman btw)

anyways.

whenever he hears you gush about your crush on the sweet ol pro hero deku— he always gets all quiet.

you assume that it’s cause he’s letting you rant about how much you adore this hero but nope!!!

our boy is doing his best not to explode!!

he knows that he has fans and he knows that his fans have those small appreciative ‘celebrity’ crushes on him!!

but, you being one of those fans?? you being one of those fans who have that little crush?? it makes his heart swell and stomach churn.

you, dear reader, are so clumsy (projecting…) and you somehow find yourself in trouble quite often!

especially since you quite LITERALLY stumble into danger. like. literally. it just happens. canon event, you cannot stop it! (/ref)

back to the program

i like to think that you guys go shopping together!! cause shopping with friends (wink) is so fun<3

whenever you go out you HAVE to buy merch of pro hero deku!! and he gets all fluttery when you do!!

(also we’re not going to talk about the secret cardboard cutout that he found in your closet when looking for a sweatshirt. he could’ve died right then and there /pos)

now. one day, you stumble in on a drug deal (jfc…) cause you were looking for smthn in your bag and didn’t wanna be in the way of people.

obviously things go awry. the druggie men (one looks like he could be a mafia boss??) grab you and throw you deeper into the alleyway you chose.

luckily our pro hero deku was on patrol! he witnessed the men shoving you to the ground and pulling out weapons.

now, deku doesn’t usually jump straight into fighting, no— he tries to reason first. he tries to convince them to put their weapons down and see that this whole ordeal is dumb. but— this time??

he jumped straight into action. he hurdle himself over the small concrete edge of the building he was on one of the men.

straight up knocked the guy unconscious. dude was out cold. dead asleep. concussed.

this would also be the first of many saves.

the next couple of times were just small things—

like pulling you away from oncoming cars (aka drivers who weren’t paying attention) when he was patrolling in your area

about the,,,,, 7th?? time he saved you— he just couldn’t believe how you were always getting yourself in these situations.

he’ll ask, “how do you keep getting yourself into situations like these?” half serious, half joking

“not sure but, i’m lucky you’re always there to save me,” you’d reply, good lord your heart would racing.

he’ll laugh and sport a blush under his mask. you’ll feel a slight churn in your stomach (not a bad one) because— he sounds so familiar.

you go back home— feeling giddy because he finally spoke to you— yes he’s talked to you before but— they weren’t sentences. they were small ‘be safe’s and ‘watch out’s.

you immediately call up izuku, needing to talk to someone about this. and he’s trying to hide his blush as you compliment the hero, as you compliment him.

it’s a dim, snowy day that he saves you, again. it’s cold and your lips were chapped because the air was dry.

once again, you find yourself in an alleyway. surrounded by ‘villains’.

he, of course, saves you. just like the last time.

“you might need to become a homebody,” he jokes, he’s frustratingly concerned.

“that’d be no fun, how else would i see you?”

where the hell did that come from? that really wasn’t a ‘you’ thing to say.

pls the way you left— you got so embarrassed omg

as soon as you were at home, you, once again, called izuku!! and he went to your house an hour after.

he listened to you rant about how you embarrassed yourself in front of deku and how you could never face him again. you said “i’d rather be shanked by a villain than face him again. i can’t believe i said that.”

you were hot with embarrassment and honestly felt the urge to cry (or is that just a me thing?)

“it wasn’t embarrassing, plus, i’d rather you not shank yourself because of me.”

“what?”

i’m sorry if this wasn’t what you were hoping for <//3

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero x reader #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎

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thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight · 1 year

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Do u know the ”i chose my path you chose the way of a hero. And they found you amusing for a while…” etc tiktok sound. Or it’s from spiderman originally.

So. What if someone has a quirk that they can show the futute to class 1a and maybe all might. And they see y/n actually saying it to someone. Maybe deku?So he has turned to villain. What would class 1a/teachers think? And what would be the reason y/n did it?🫣

If you want to do character x reader you can choose who.

Interesting prompt! Hope this suits your needs:

𝔈𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔪𝔞

[Class 1-A x reader (no romance)]

Warning: mentions of blood and injury.

Enigma.

He was a mysterious villain that showed up out of no where years ago.

Many theorized that he was the man behind strange and sudden disappearances of random civilians. None of them had anything in common, but they were all killed in a similar fashion. Quick and painless.

More so you.

No one knew who he was or what kind of quirk he possessed, but what they did know was that he wanted Deku and you dead.

You were his main target.

You had to have body guards follow you around everywhere you went.

You were unable to attend your normal classes.

There had been multiple times in the last few weeks when you'd hear a loud bang and immediately duck to hide. You didn't wonder where the shooting was coming from, you knew it was Enigma, trying to take you out from wherever he hid.

The only person you had was Deku, as you two decided to stay close and support each other. It wasn't easy, but you both tried to be as positive as you could.

You'd often catch Deku muttering to himself possible theories as of to why you two could possibly be the main targets. If you had stopped villains that he had connections with, if there was something of yours he'd want...so many theories, not enough answers.

He never seemed to get anywhere.

Eventually, the pros caught Enigma. It was all over the news. Reporters immediately rushed to the scene to get answers. Everyone wanted an explanation.

Though students weren't authoritized to witness villain questioning, they made an exception for your class. You all stood safely behind pro heroes such as All Might, Aizawa, and Present Mic.

There he sat, tied up in a chair. Though he studied everyone in the room, he refused to make eye contact with you or Deku. Almost like he was disgusted by you.

Aizawa was the first one to speak, "Do you want to try to explain yourself?"

Enigma stayed silent.

Beside you, Iida stepped forward, "Are you not going to say anything? You can't back out now! Explain why you tried to kill my classmates!"

"It's not about what they've done." His voice was low and gravely. He spoke quietly, yet that one sentence alone managed to silence everyone.

Ochaco tried to calm Iida down, but all it did was fire him up more, "You've stalked them, terrorized them, and tried to murder them, yet when confronted you can't at least speak to them? Explain yourself villain! What could they possibly have done to deserve this?!"

"You are all doomed if you don't let me kill them...doomed, I tell you."

Enigma didn't respond.

"Why would we be doomed?" Aizawa's voice was calm. He didn't seem to take Enigma's words seriously.

"Yeah, is there something we don't know?" Present Mic pushed.

Aizawa tried a different approach, "What's your quirk?"

"Honest eye...whenever I look at someone, I know exactly who they are and what they'll become."

"Is that why you kill?"

"You should thank me. I cleared out the majority of potential future villains."

If Enigma only killed people who would grow to become terrible people, then...

A chill ran down your spine. Could it really have been true? Had this man been saving everyone?

There had been a popular question that had always been debated; If you could go back in time and kill an evil person while they were just a baby, would you?

The whole idea behind it was that there was no real right answer.

Some saying they would to save everyone.

Some saying they wouldn't because they fear the consequences it could bring.

Thankfully, no one ever had to think about it for too long because it was impossible to do. No one ever had to make that decision.

But Enigma did.

He faced that decision everytime he looked at someone.

You wondered what his victims would've grown up to do had he not stopped them.

Had he made the right choice?

As you wondered about his past targets, you began to wonder about yourself.

"You're doomed," Enigma sang, "doomed, doomed, doomed."

"What did you see in your vision?" Aizawa asked. For the first time during this whole questioning, your mentor actually seemed...slightly worried.

"Cities destroyed. Lives lost. All at the hands of two of your students."

"Young Y/N and Midoryia?" All Might gasped. "No, that's impossible."

A few chuckles were heard, followed by amused whispers.

"Oh please, as if Deku could do any of that." Bakugou scoffed, "He'd break all of his bones, blow up, and die before he'd ever get the chance to kill anyone."

"Very helpful, Kacchan." Deku muttered.

"Do you think this is a joke?"

Everyone went silent.

"Do you think this is funny? The sights I've seen? Oh yes, let's laugh at the crazy man. None of you ever listen." Enigma writhed in his seat, "Let's see if you all start laughing once you see this."

A giant eye materialized before you. Aizawa went to use his quirk, but All Might stopped him.

"Look..."

The eye blinked, and inside you could all see a vision. Enigma's vision.

You circled him, looking at him as if he were a kicked puppy, "Oh get up, Deku. Don't tell me you're already tapped out."

Crumbling buildings, foggy skies. At the center of this horror landscape, lied you and Deku.

Deku sat, his back rested against a rock. He held onto his side in pain, blood spilling from between his fingers as he tried to even out his breathing.

Deku tried to stand on his wobbly feet, his breaths short and shallow. "It's not too late to change. You don't have to keep doing this."

"I chose my path and you chose yours. There's no going back. Why do you even bother? Isn't it tiring always having to be the good guy?" You swept a foot underneath Deku's, and he fell to the floor. "Poor little hero...all alone... with no love or support. The people you're saving aren't even greatful."

"You don't know that."

"Oh but I do. I'm sure your fans found you amusing for awhile...but the one thing they love more than a hero, is to see a hero fall."

"That's not true–" You kicked him in the stomach.

"You've seen how quickly the crowd turns against the heroes. How easily their minds can be changed. What makes you the exception?" You kneeled down, grabbing a fistful of Deku's messy hair. You lifted his head, staring him dead in the eyes, "In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they'll hate you. Remember that." You dropped his head, letting it land against the cement.

You stepped away, off to who knows where before Deku spoke up, "Will the League...really...make things better?"

You smiled, "Of course."

"I'm in."

The vision ended.

Silence.

"Not so funny now, is it?" Enigma laughed. And he laughed. And he laughed. And he laughed so loud that it was all you could focus on.

You don't remember being pushed out of the room.

You don't remember all of your friends arguing about whether or not the vision was true.

You don't remember Deku avoiding you for the rest of the day.

You just remember Enigma's laughs,

And his promises of the inevitable doom you would bring.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #class 1a x reader #deku x gn!reader #deku x male reader #deku x reader #deku x fem!reader #villain deku #villain reader

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short-black-diamond · 10 months

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Hero(/Villain?) name: Lady Arachnea

This is going to be a Deku x spidergirl! reader, where the reader is, well, spidergirl, but also pretty shy. I also haven't seen the movie Spiderman: across the spiderverse but I plan on watching it. (also if any of you guys had a netflix account to watch it, as in to share it with me, you'd be my total babes.)

Also this is going to be rather angsty and I'm going to dump some of my traume in there.

warnings: heavy angst, dark themes,(->in my opinion) fluff (hopefully), mutual pining, you guys are in your third years-but nothing suggestive

I did not proofread.

Taglist: @tundra1029, @littlegremlinflower

Wordcount: 3.3k

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It was very early when you came into the classroom all by yourself because you seeked comfort, away from the loud atmosphere in the dorms. You wanted to keep writing what you found out about yourself and your quirk so badly, but since Mina and Toru were bothering you the whole morning, you had to excuse yourself.

And now, you were here, in your precious little classroom, all to yourself-

"Oh, ____! You're here too?", Midoriya suddenly asked, and you flinched.

You slowly looked at him with an uneasy smile and nodded. It was hard for you to talk to the cutest boy you've ever met, yet he was talking to you like he did to Todoroki.

"What are you doing all here by yourself? Oh, you brought your notebook? Are you doing math? Algebra?"

You shook your head, growing flustered by the second. "...I-I'm writing something.", you only answered and quickly went over to your seat. The boy with the forest-reminding like hair nodded and sat down by his stool. "You wouldn't mind if did some work of mine here too, right?"

"N-not at all...!", gosh, when will your shyness fade?! Were you born with it? you were even shyer than Koda, and that was something to talk about.

Anyways, you opened your book after a second and started reading what you wrote. The story was actually your origin story, if you could say that. it had to do with your quirk, it was the (maybe?almost?) same as spiderman's.

...

[flashback:]

'And there goes another day of me landing in that dump. I wish I wouldn't let myself get belittled by these idiots!'

You slowly stood up from the pile of trash you were thrown in and contemplated to live here. Maybe you were trash after all. I mean, you didn't even have a quirk...

And now, as you were walking home, freezing as well, your phone rang and it was your mother, who yelled at you to come home faster. 'Gosh, I don't want to go to that place.'

After you came in and took a quick shower to rinse off all the dirt, you heard your mother's footsteps. "____, I don't think that you should try for U.A."

'when did you-?!'

When did she find out? Did you say something in your sleep? No, you couldn't even dare to breathe too loudly around her.

"You don't even have a quirk, what are you hoping to gain? Don't you think that dragging your family through the dirt by being quirkless is enough? Are you planning on making us a laughing stock when you go to that school?"

You just glared at her, but you shouldn't have. She slapped you, grabbed you at your hair and then she slapped you again.

"Don't glare at me like that! Are you trying to kill me!? I knew I should've aborted you when I had the chance!"

"...then why didn't you...?", you growled and pushed her away from you. "You think I want to live here? In a family that hates me because I don't have what you have? With a mother who doesn't even want me around her?!"

"Watch your tone-" "Or what?! You wanna kill me?! GO! Go ahead and grab a knife! I'm done living here!", you screamed before storming to your room and throwing your stuff in the corner of the room and yourself on your creaking bed.

The tears somehow didn't want to come. Why didn't they come?!

You could only sleep through until the next day, at four am. There, you woke up, unable to sleep and you just...went out.

You grabbed your schoolbag and put on your shoes, surprised at the fact that you were not sick, but also happy because then you wouldn't have to spend the day with the woman who birthed you.

But...maybe you should have stayed at home today. maybe it was also good you went. you'd have to judge for yourself.

Your precious bullies seemed to have planned something special for you, because when you rounded the corner, one of them knocked you unconscious, while the others carried you.

When you woke up, you were sitting against a tree, in front of you, not even five feet away, a hole. In that hole, there was a safe or a casket. Although the place you were at was a dead forest, the...thing, in that hole seemed remotedly new.

"Good, you woke up!", one of them said before snickering. Another grabbed at your hair like your mother and pulled you up. "You see this?", they said, pulling at your hair harshly, "Open it.", they instructed two other kids and they obliged.

There, you saw your biggest fear. Spiders. A box full of spiders. A box, slightly bigger than you, full of spiders.

"Get in." "NO-", then they pushed you.

You couldn't scream or yell when everything was happening in slow-motion. The way the face of the one who pushed you twisted into a devillish grimace, or how the others were about to cheer, or how the door was already closing before the first spiders could begin to crawl at you. Everything was going down from there.

You then only could scream your lungs raw for help and to get out as tears were steadliy flowing down your face. you could feel your nightmares crawling accross you, going inside your clothes, and as you were trying to break free, to open that heavy metal door, you got bit.

millions of tiny needles poked at you, before you felt cold all over. Did these spiders numb you? Did you die? You didn't know. You felt nothing. Maybe it wasn't so bad to die form the thing which scared you the most.

You were actually relieved. These poor spiders must've been hungry. You'd be glad if your corpse wouldn't have been found. you'd be glad that you didn't have to spend another day seeing your moth-

...why were you suddenly in the air? Why did everything look so small? Why were you not dead?

Wait, you were in the air. 'Gravity-'yep, you were falling now.

And something strange happened. your arm reached out, your ring and middle finger pressed into the middle of your hand, and from where one of your burned scars rested (where you burned yourself intentionally), a hole appeared and a web shot out.

But it struck a tree. then it pulled you to the tree. Somehow it didn't hurt to launch yourself. But you slamming against the tree, that hurt. Then some other strange thing happened. You didn't fall off.

'What is going on here?', you thought as you were standing sideways on the tree. Then, you dared to make a step forward- down. You still sticked to the wood. You reached out your other arm and did what you did earlier.

Another web darted out and you pulled again. You were swinging to another tree. Your bullies were nowhere in sight. The sun was getting down now. 'I should go back...', you thought as you swung around.

You halted on the last tree, which was facing the city. You only now realised that you had a quirk now. Although you didn't like how you got it. That'd be your little secret for now. You promised that you'd take care of these spiders.

As soon as you closed the door to your house, your mother crashed you into a hug. "Where the hell were you?! Why didn't you answer my calls?! What happened?!"

You pushed her from you, unfortunately you did it gently. "What happened to you? I'm fine."

"____, you've been gone for two days!"

"...okay."

"Why are you so monotone?! Weren't you scared?! And where were you?!"

"I don't know, leave me alone...!", you grumbled as you pushed past her.

"Listen, what I said to you...I'm sorry. It's just- the stress, you know? Your grandparents are not doing well, your father...he...did it again..."

"Then divorce him." , 'and bring me to an orphanage.', is what you wanted to say, but you just said the first part.

"I am not working, how am I going to pay rent or feed us?"

"Then look for a job."

"Hey, you think this is easy?! Stop being so ungrateful!"

"I'd be grateful if you just killed me. Or if you weren't my mother.", you said, but you said it loud enough that she heard. She then left you alone for the rest of the remaining day.

...

Shaking away your memories, you looked at your progress. You still didn't tell her about your quirk, you took care of the spiders which are now residing in your humble dorm, and you grew to love them. They love you as well.

And now, you could stick to the ceiling, jump really high, and you were also pretty strong. But, you also had your own little kinks like Miles Morales did. he could make himself invisible and give his opponents electric shocks.

Well, you could teleport, and you found out that you could, somehow, make different kinds of webs, but they all depended on your emotions. Right now, you found out that when you were angry, your shot out webs would be more steel like, and have the form of chains. you found out about that when Denki ate your last oreo. But you forgave him quickly. He was just hungry.

When you were happy, your spiderweb would be more like a sailor's rope. When sad, it was more like a thin thread, but it was sticky, just like sad tears. and when you were frustrated, it would be like bungee; way to wiggly, and have you jumping to the exact opposite direction you were aiming to go-

"Whoah, are you writing about your quirk? Can I see?", Midoriya suddenly spoke, again. And also this time, you flinched hard. Not because he interrupted you-ok maybe a little because of that-, but because his voice seemed a little too close, or was it your sharpened senses?

"U-um, I'm n-not...not really, like...finished...", you answered, and you then stared at what you wrote. "Can I see once you're done?"

Why did he want to look at your stuff? It was personal...!

"I-I'm rather uncomfortable when sharing that kind of info-"

"Oh, jeez, s-sorry! I didn't mean to sound like that!", why was his voice so loud?? you had to wince. And of course, he noticed. He then toned his voice down.

"you know, I just think that you have a cool quirk." "...thanks...?"

"Uhm, you know, I-I also think that you're rather cool, like, you-you're cool yourself, not your quirk-I mean, your quirk is cool itself, but I am finding you cool, when not talking about quirks!...and...if you want to, we could go s...somewhere fun?"

'Is he asking me out on a d-date?'

He is asking you out on a d-date.

So far, your only friends have been Koda, Shoji and Tokoyami and Jirou. Mina and Toru were to excited for everything and everyone else also seemed too extroverted.

You could handle Sero, Todoroki and Momo like that, but everyone else? No thanks. I mean, you did care about them, but they were reminding you too much of the people who hurt you before you got to U.A..

And Midoriya? Well...he was dancing between that line. He could become pumped like Kirshima and calm like Todoroki, and you hated him for bein an ambivert. You could never calculate his reactions, partly because you didn't know him that well, and partly because he was kind of...unpredictable? Yeah, that was it.

You thought you saw him at his best and worst. When he fought in the war, the camino accident, the sportfestival, the training camp, and even the entrance exams. You've seen him do it all.

And what did you do? You barely survived. You barely aced the exam. You were just a side character. You didn't even think that he'd harbour any feelings for you.

You were also worried as hell when he dissappeared, when you had to fight him, just so that he could come home-

'Home?'

When did you start using that word?

you lost the synonms. You lost the feeling of it. No, you rather hated it. But what did you call home? Your classmates? Your dorms? The school?

You didn't know, not even in this last year, where you still were shy with almost everyone. Even in this year, your classmates only knew what your quirk and heroname was. You didn't tell them more. And...they didn't ask.

Just Midoriya did. But why did he? Did he really have feelings for you? What about Uraraka? They always seemed so close...!

"Uh...I don't know...w-what did you have in mind?"

It seemed like Midoriya was not prepared for that question, maybe he expected you to say no?

'Is he pranking me?'

No, he isn't.

He started to scratch his head while he counted some actually nice activities to do with you. "Well, we could take a walk, or visit Kota and Eri, we could go to a library-cafe, or...uh...go to a museum? I think it was renowed and there were many new All-MIght facts which I'd like to check if they're true or not, and-"

You stopped listening from there on. Not because you didn't want to, but because he looked so cute. How could a boy look this adorable??

You didn't know if you were red by now, but you noticed that he had sweet little dimples on either side of his cheek. His freckles strengthened his boy-ish look, as well as his now a little more slim, but still a little chubby, cheeks. Or how his eyes looked much calmer now, but still nervous. Maybe it was also because of the fact that you absolutely loved his hair?

You didn't know, but whenever the class would be under attack or going out on a trip, you'd search for his unruly, dark green locks. They brought you comfort, like the forest did. and when you thought about the forest, your precious spiders came to your mind. You also played with the thought of maybe introducing him to your little friends, but he could be disgusted or make fun of you.

but...would he? Would he make fun of you? Izuku Midoriya?

No. He wouldn't.

He wouldn't dare make fun of you. He still didn't even know you half as good as he knew Koda by now. Izuku always wanted to become your friend, or closer, when he found out that you'd be the spiderman in his universe. He also thought that you were cute, with the way you avoided talking to anyone and keeping to yourself...or how you sweetly tucked some hair out of your face behind your ear. He could stare at your 3/4 face forever...he also noticed you getting along with animals quite well. Koda's bunny only loved you and its owner.

Or that one time when he was about to comfort a child, but the child ran to you instead. And suddenly, he wanted to be that child, because he wanted to be comforted the way you comforted the poor thing.

He wanted to be brought close to your chest, calming down by listening to your sweet and soft 'shhhhhh's, your soft tits, and your heartbeat. He'd like to get to know you more, know if you maybe had a second quirk? siblings? any special hobbies? He wanted to know what other abilities you had.

He was surprised when they were making hero names in their first years and when it was your turn, you were hesitantly, but quickly making your way to the podium. He had expected you to take something easy as spidergirl, but you took this.

Lady Arachnea.

that name felt...powerful. it had to do something with your quirk, signalled that you were a woman, and still, he felt a little intimidated by you then. You seemed to have put in a lot of work in that name, as you had an unreadable expression on your face. And that was also when you talked loudly for the first time. and he fell in love with your voice.

...

"I came up with this name when I thought about myself, my quirk, and the people around me. Countless people have arachnophobia, which means being scared of spiders. I was, too, afraid of spiders. I couldn't stand being near them. I couldn't stand the sight of them, with their many legs, their webs, their eyes...

Whenever I saw one, I screamed, cried, and killed it. Or I asked someone else to kill it. And I regret it.

I was born quirkless. One day, I got bit by a lot of them when I fell into a hole. It turned out that all the spiders were radioactive, and that I got some powers from them.

I have feared spiders all my life, but now, they're my friends. I want my hero name to be Lady Arachnea, because I want to teach the people that just because something looks scary, it doesn't have to be a bad thing.

As much as I want them to stop being scared of spiders, I want them to stop being scared of the future, or the villains. I want the citizens to look at us heroes and be relieved, regardless of how we look or what our quirk is.

...I-I want the people to look at me and be relieved that I'm here. Even when I have the powers of a spider. Th-thank you for your attention...!", you spoke. And one by one, everyone started clapping, even Bakugo.

You kind of...motivated your peers. Shoji viewed you as one of his favourite classmates form then on.

...

Long story short, Midoriya wanted to get to know you more.

'I don't know if I wanna go...but...he seems nice...'

Midoriya was done by now, and he looked at you expectingly.

"M-maybe we could go to the museum?", you asked, wanting to hear him geek out about his favourite hero.

You could listen to him till the end of days only for him to talk about anything and everything. You'd look at him with heart eyes.

But now, Izuku thought that he was giving you heart eyes. He was surprised that you were ready to go on a date with him, even more so to the place he wanted to go with you the most.

"Really?" "Yes, I wouldn't mind. I'd actually like to learn more about the former symbol of peace. You know...he...he helped me through tough times."

"Same here. All Might is truly amazing...Well! Uh, when would you like to go?", from your perspective, the boy was fiddling with his hands. Cute.

"I don't know, when do you have time?" "I'd have time right after school...! And it is starting this week!"

Even though he got louder than you'd appreciate, you allowed yourself for a small smile. "Sounds good...how about we meet up after school?"

"At the dorms?"

"Sure."

And that's when the bell rang and the others stepped inside. Oh yeah, school didn't end, it just started. You were actually ready to go now.

You faced your closed book again. 'Maybe it wouldn't hurt letting him take a look at it when we're in the museum...would it?', you thought as you saw present mic enter the classroom as well to instruct you to take out your english books.

You should also teach Midoriya some english.

Meanwhile the freckled boy went back to his place, a dopey smile on his face as he was trying not to freak out that his crush was okay with going to a date with him.

Wait. Date?

Is this a d-date?! Is it? he didn't say going out, he said going somewhere. But he can ask you later, right?

He should stop stressing so much. He has to get to know you, after all. It was still a wonder to him that he still only knew a few basic informations about you, even though it was your guys' third and last year at this school.

He knew your name, only the name of your quirk, that you had the same mannerisms as spiderman and maybe more, where you were living at the moment and you liking to draw and write.

He had to step up his game when he wanted to have a chance with you.

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Hey guys! how was that? I hope it was not too triggering, I'm planning on writing a few more parts of this but yeah.

I just love it when I can vent all my problems into stories, it's like therapy, you know?

Please tell me how you found it, if there was something you didn't like or if I made writing/grammar mistakes.

Also, read you guys in the next post!

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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hello hello !!! so im still editing the Halloween special and writing it up !!! please like this post or fill out this taglist form if you want to be tagged in

deadpool!bakugou x reader x spiderman!deku + cucking !!

#𓆩♱𓆪. 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑'𝟐𝟐 #since i haven’t done my usual post #yeahhhh yeahh #🗑. aali’s chatroom

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deartouya · 2 years

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YOUR HERO — IZUKU MIDORIYA

★ pairing: spiderman!deku x gn!reader

★ word count: 852

★ content: mention of being followed/stalked, general mentions of injuries, reader ends up bruised, izuku cries, hurt/comfort.

a very vauge and not the most well done spiderman!au to attempt and quell my brainrot. this is veryvery short and void of plot and probably makes no sense but i enjoyed writing it and i hope you enjoy reading it !!

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.

#deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x you #izuku midoriya x you #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku x you #bnha x reader #mha x reader #gn!reader #this is probably rlly bad- but i just wanted to post it #spiderman!deku lives in my brain rent free 24/7 #✶ writes #✶ writes.bnha #✶ writes.deku

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honey-words · 11 days

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spider boy secrets — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: after almost a week of avoiding you left and right, you finally run into midoriya on campus. After some convincing, he finally tells you what he’s been up to as spider-man, and why he’s been so adamant about avoiding you. [part 3/5 - series masterlist]

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author’s note: the mystery is revealed, the suspense is over!! or is it :0

It’s been a few days since you’ve seen Midoriya in person.

If it weren’t for the fact that you can hear him come home every night and the fact that he has been sending the odd text or two, you would’ve called the police and led a search party yourself.

He’s never avoided you before. Because that is what he’s doing, after all. Avoiding you. No matter how you look at it.

His texts are assurances that he’s okay, and he occasionally sends an upside-down selfie. But he’s wearing his mask in every single one, and you can’t tell if he’s just being coy or if he’s hiding a bruised-up face behind the mask.

You receive one that morning just before you leave for class, and you can’t help but smile. It looks like it's from the night before, and you don’t recognize where he is exactly. You snap a quick picture of Moony napping on the couch and send it to him as you leave your apartment, avoiding your gaze on his door just a few feet away.

You get to class early and continue with what you’ve been doing since Midoriya started avoiding you—investigating. There isn’t much to you; you go to class, you come home, and occasionally you attend club activities on campus or meet up with a friend to study.

There hasn’t been any obvious overlap between the two of you, aside from knowing his giant secret and being his neighbor. You aren’t in the same social circles, major, department, or anything. But you do frequent the same libraries.

Which he hasn’t been doing for the past week—you noticed that right away. Even though you can usually count on him to be there before you and save you a spot, in the back near the giant window he likes to stare out of when he gets fed up with his chemistry homework.

After the lecture, you follow your biology professor to his office in the building over, making idle small talk before jumping into your questions on topics covered in class. You don’t stay for very long, and it’s on your way out of his office and the building that you spot him.

Midoriya is sitting against a wall, really crouching as though to make himself as small as possible, nearly hidden thanks to the crevice the water fountain creates in the corner. You freeze, afraid he’s already heard you, but he doesn’t seem to have noticed you yet. He’s leaning forward as much as he can to avoid being spotted on the other side of the corner, listening.

You take a few steps forward and strain to listen. You don’t recognize the professor’s voice, but he sounds nervous. A few words do register even from where you’re standing— “not ready yet,” “still need to test,” and you swear you hear the word “spider,” but that could just be because you’ve finally spotted the little shi—

Midoriya suddenly scrambles to his feet from underneath the water fountain and heads straight towards you. Stifling a gasp, you’re so surprised at how quickly he loops an arm through yours and ushers you down the hallway you don’t even try to say anything. You both hurry down the hall into the stairwell, and he makes sure to softly close the door behind him.

You hear muffled sounds of footsteps walking right by the door. Whoever was talking was headed straight towards the both of you.

“Who was that?” you whispered, even though the stairwell was visibly empty, and Midoriya was still holding you close to his side. He gently tugged you along down the stairs, glancing behind you as he did.

“Nobody,” he says as you both leave the building, still glancing around as you walk out the doors. “So, how’ve you been?”

You tug your arm loose as you both stop in front of a shady bench by the building you just fled from, narrowing your eyes at him. “Cut the bullshit, Midoriya,” you said. “You’ve been avoiding me for the past week, and now you’re deflecting. Who were you spying on?”

“Y/N, I can’t—”

“Do you seriously think I’d tell someone?”

“I don’t want to risk putting you in danger,” he sighed. “Of course I don’t think you��d tell anyone. I just…knowing anything about what I get up to when I wear the suit could put you in danger.” he’s still avoiding your gaze.

“Is it someone I know? Is that why?” He shakes his head a little too quickly.

“Midoriya. I will stand here and list every single person I know on this campus. You can’t lie to me, and you can’t keep avoiding me. And if I know them, then that means I can help you.” You clear your throat, mind scrambling. Can you even name everyone?

He waves his hands frantically at you, eyes wide, and you don’t get the chance to even attempt anything. “It’s Professor Kyudai. I was eavesdropping on him.”

You frown, crossing your arms. “Who?”

Midoriya furrows his eyebrows as he slowly meets your gaze. “Kyudai? The chair of the molecular and cell biology department?”

You shake your head. “Why do you think I know who he is?”

Midoriya looks as confused as you feel. “You’re listed as an undergraduate research assistant on his webpage.”

“I am?”

Midoriya moves to sit on the bench you’ve both been standing in front of, and you move to sit next to him. He pulled up the page on his phone surprisingly fast, and you see your legal name listed there, alongside two others and Professor Kyudai’s, and a brief description of some research study you’ve never even heard of.

You stared at the name on the webpage, and you remember a mixup that happened your second year after you had already declared your major. You’d received the wrong email for the wrong Y/N, who’d declared as a molecular and cellular biology major—something you had certainly never done. And how the poor advisor had apologized profusely for the mixup and had asked if you didn’t happen to know this other person.

You can’t help but laugh, quick to cover your mouth in an attempt to stifle your giggles at the absurdity of this situation. Midoriya still looks confused, which makes you laugh harder.

“That isn’t me,” you explained. “I’m not even a STEM major, Midoriya.”

He slouches forward and puts his face in his hands, in relief or surprise, you’re not sure.

“Seriously?”

“Yes,” you laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

He nodded, still hiding his face in his hands. “I was so nervous I was going to have to arrest you or something.”

“Arrest?” you whispered, scooting closer to him even though there was no one within earshot of either of you. You nudge his knee with your own until he looks up at you, a smile tugging at his lips. “Okay, you need to fill me in on what the hell you’ve been up to, spider boy.”

Eventually, after a lot of convincing, he does.

“Kyudai has been dabbling in some… illegal activities,” he said, scratching Moony behind her ears and smiling at how loudly she purrs in response. You’re both back in your apartment, and the second Midoriya stepped inside Moony has not left his side. You’re a little peeved with her—when you come home she only meows at you before going back to grooming herself or staring at the birds out the window.

“He’s been doing some research on the side for some sketchy people, using funds he shouldn’t be using. I don’t know exactly what he’s up to yet, but I know other professors might be in on it, too. I think he’s threatening them.”

“What about research assistants?” you asked. “Are they being threatened, too?” You did recognize one of the other names on the list, besides your name twin’s, that is.

He shrugged and explained he didn’t know how deeply involved they were. From what he can tell and what he’s witnessed for himself, the three assistants have been running most of his actual research for the past month.

No one has formally reported Kyudai—Midoriya only noticed because he’d been at the right place at the right time, as both himself and as Spider-Man.

“I was watching a building by the docks one night, just patrolling, and I saw a university truck,” he continued. “Kyudai was driving. I watched him trade some vials for some briefcases I can only assume were filled with cash. The guys who took it, I turned them in a week later to the police. They were messed up, high on something I’ve never seen before. I almost broke my arm that night.”

And the day after turning them in, his biology professor hadn’t shown up for class.

“He’s my mentor,” Midoriya explained, voice quavering a little. “I was his research assistant last summer, and I’m supposed to help him launch a new program next semester. I see him every week for office hours. I know he wouldn’t just leave.”

Professor Yagi, it turns out, is Kyudai’s lab neighbor, and Midoriya suspects he was poking around and asking too many questions. And Kyudai got rid of him somehow.

“Even though I recorded Kyudai making the exchange, it’s not enough yet to arrest him,” Midoriya said. “I’ve been looking for Professor Yagi, tracking Kyudai. I knew you’d want to help, but because I thought you were already connected to the situation, I thought it’d be too dangerous.”

You stay silent for a few seconds, mind racing. “Thank you for trusting me,” you said softly, smiling when he met your gaze. “I think I can help you out.”

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