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honeypirate · 3 years

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Honey, as a fellow All Might simp, I send you this request. I've had a rough couple of days. Please gift me the most tooth rotting fluff you can provide of our sweet Toshi

Okay love you bye!!!!💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

Okay okay I love love you thank you for this!! I struggled with many ideas and ended up with this so I hope you like it!!

Toshinori Yagi/All Might x Reader

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Your relationship with him started off complicated, you were mainly work acquaintances who occasionally did hero work together, but the rest of the time you found yourself around him resulted in embarrassing moments.

Almost every day you passed him in the hallway, but once you bumped into him when he was carrying a box of something, you laughed awkwardly and went to step to the side, smiling a little when he did the same thing. When you both stepped to the side again you laughed, the next time it happened you shook your head with more laughter “okay okay” you say and place your hands gently on his shoulders before slowly leading and turning in a circle with him “there we go” you say and he laughs “sorry about that” he says and you shake your head “no worries” after that instance you developed a major crush on the symbol of peace which makes the rest of the awkward interactions that much more painful.

One day when you were late to your class you rushed out the door of the teachers apartments only to hit him in the face with the door, effectively giving him a nose bleed. “I’m so sorry All Might!” you say as you fret over him, you wish you had something to give him for the blood, you tried to give him your jacket for it but he refused. “Oh god is your mouth bleeding too?! I feel terrible!” “my mouth isn't because of you! It just happens sometimes!” he says quickly, chuckling awkwardly “aren’t you.. Uhh aren't you late for class?” he says, holding his nose with his hand, and you gasp, swearing under your breath you bow deeply to him “I am so sorry All Might please forgive me!” before taking off again down the classrooms, kicking yourself for making the man you had a big fat crush on bleed.

Later that week you were in the cafeteria with Midnight, you were chewing on your lip as you stared across the room as All Might got something from Lunch Rush, Midnight was talking about something but you weren’t paying attention, you were too focused on the symbol of peace and how you could make it up to him for giving him a nose bleed.

You brought your cup to your lips to take a sip “why are you staring at All Might so hard?” Midnight says right next to your ear, she had leaned over to you to see who you were staring at that had you so entranced, All Might looks over when he heard his name just at the moment you accidentally spit your drink all over. “Shut up!” you whisper hiss at her and she chuckles as she hands you a stack of napkins. You clean up your mess and then cover your face with your palms as you groan. “Tell me” she says and you sigh before dropping your hands and telling her everything, right down to your big fat crush on the retired hero.

He saw your accident and it made him smile, the way your cheeks flushed pink as you wiped off your chin, he held his breath, it was so adorable. He had to really fight hard to not spit up blood because of how much you amused him.

A couple weeks later, you still had no idea how to repay him, and now you were too embarrassed to know how to talk to him and with every passing day it gets further and further from the incident causing you to feel even more embarrassed and uncomfortable.

When you exited the school you sighed at the slushy snow falling from the sky, by the time you got back to the teachers apartments you would look like a freezing wet rat. “You can walk with me if you want” his soft voice behind you sent blood to your cheeks, when you turned around you noticed his blushing cheeks as well and it relaxed you a little bit as a small smile found its way to your lips “really?” you ask, a little wary, “of course” he nods with a bright smile and unwraps the umbrella before opening it and placing it over his shoulder, offering you his arm.

The walk back would take about 10 minutes, walking slowly on the slippery sidewalks, you were really grateful to have his arm to hold so you could stay steady. The walk was quiet, you didn’t know what to say and you were racking your brain thinking of something, anything. “I’m-” “so-” you start at the same time and then chuckle together “you go” he says and you smile awkwardly, your stomach in nervous knots, “I’m sorry again for hitting you with the door, i've been trying to find a way to make up for it but- Ah!” you yelp as you almost slip and fall down, his arm snakes around your waist and he pulls you tighter against his side to keep you up right, you wrap your arm around his back as well as your feet slide around. Once you get your feet under you again he smiles “you okay?” he asks and you laugh, your cheeks red, “thank you All Might” you say “call me Toshi, or Toshinori, if you’re comfortable, that is” he looks down at the sidewalk, his cheeks flushing from the nervous butterflies in his own stomach.

“Toshi” you say, a little quietly to test it, his heart races at the sound of his name from your lips, it sounded sweet and sent shivers down his spine, “As I was saying, is there any way I can make it up to you?” he thinks for a moment then says, “this, this is enough”, his hand around your waist pulls you in to his side again for emphasis and you feel your heart drum against your ribs and in your ears “oh” you say softly “it is?” you ask, turning to look up at him and holding his side a little tighter. He turns his face to you with a soft smile, “it is”

The next week after a particularly difficult villain attack, the teachers went out to drink and relax and blow off some of the anxiety that came from the fight. You went to the bar to get another drink, purposefully walking up next to where All Might was, “how are you?” he asks and you place your hand on his arm “I’m better now” his cheeks flush and your smile brightens before your eyes focus on the door behind him and you notice your ex walk in “what happened?” he asks as he watches your expression drop, when you focus back on him you get an idea, you lean in close to him “Toshi” you say into his ear “would you do me a favor and pretend to be my date tonight? My ex just walked in and he’s-” his arm wraps around your waist, he watches the way your skin on your neck and shoulders erupt in goosebumps because of his action and he smirks “yeah don’t worry about it. I am here for you” he grins and you blush with a nod “thank you so much!” you say and lean in, kissing his cheek causing his heart to drum against his ribs.

It was incredibly easy to fall into S/O ways with him, he had his hand on your hip the whole night, you leaning into him as you talked with your friends, you texted Midnight what was up and she told the rest of your friend group so they would play along, you felt your ex’s eyes on you the whole night from where he sat at the bar, an uneasy feeling in your chest.

When All Might went to get you another drink you saw your ex move to come over to you, as he walked through the crowd you panicked, moving to walk in the other direction, to put as many people between you as you could as you made your way over to Toshinori, when you got to him he had his drinks in each hand, you could see your ex in the corner of your eye as you placed your hands on All Might’s neck, your eyes asking him if this was okay as you leaned in closer, he nodded once knowing what you were asking, and then leaned the rest of the way until your lips were touching.

Kissing him was soft, your heart exploded into butterflies as your stomach flopped it’s way out of the knots it had tied itself into. your hands found their way buried into his unruly hair at the nape of his neck as you deepened the kiss, his tongue swipes your bottom lip and you chuckle as you let him in, your tongues swirling slowly together before you pull away, giving him one last peck before backing up and looking up at him with a starstruck smile.

He was looking at you with a look of adoration, his smile similar to the one he used as the symbol of peace to assure people he would protect their lives, except this time you were pretty sure it meant he would protect your heart.

You felt lost in a world that was just you and him until someone next to you clears their throat, “y/n?” your ex says and you turn to look at him, your eyebrows raised and you cock your head “do we know you?” you ask in a sweet voice and he looks like you just kicked him, “it’s..it’s me” he says and you hum, taking your drink from All Might’s hand, you turn back to look at your ex. “I’m sorry, I don’t know you. Excuse us, we have to get going” you lace your hand with All Might’s and you both make your way back to your table with the rest of the teachers, you watch as your ex storms out of the bar.

He walks you home after that, his hand never leaving yours. You walk through the park that is next to the school and you stop at the fountain that’s now off because of the time of night “do you have any coins?” you ask and he laughs “for what?” he digs in his pocket and pulls out a few and you get excited, squealing as you dance a little on your toes. “Okay, you take one, whisper your wish to it, and then toss it over your shoulder into the fountain. Then your wish will come true” you take a coin from his hand and then walk around to the other side of the fountain so he wouldn't hear your wish.

You bring the coin to your lips “I wish that this is more than a fake date” you whisper and then kiss the coin, tossing it over your shoulder. The plop sound as it hits the water echoes as his coin falls in as well, You turn around and make eye contact with him across the fountain, the light from the moon above lighting up your features, both of you smiling at each other. He makes his way around to you and takes your hand again.

“What did you wish for?” you ask even though you know it’s against the rules to tell “if i tell you then it won't come true” you chuckle, your free hand coming up to hold on to his arm and you lay your head on his shoulder “i wonder if we wished for the same thing” you say quietly as you watch the moon’s reflection in the still water.

“I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours” he says, breaking the silence of the walk as you get to your apartment door, you chuckle and take his other hand so you were holding them both between you guys. You look up into his eyes, “you first” you whisper and he laughs “at the same time” he says and takes a step towards you so your toes were touching, you leaned into him and stood a little on your tiptoes as you start to count down together, his warm breath hitting your cheeks “3..2..1” and then your lips connected.

You drop his hands and bury your fingers in his soft hair that you loved, his hands wrap around your lower back as he pulls you into his chest. You moan softly as his tongue enters your mouth, he lets out a sigh into your mouth as you pull his head down gently so you could press your lips harder into his. His kisses are hungry, like he was trying to drink you in and not waste a drop, one of his hands goes up to your neck, brushings his fingers softly across your skin.

You felt spellbound, like magic was flowing through your veins, this was a kiss for you both, not to scare away an ex in a bar as you pretended you were together, there was nothing about this that was a ruse. You felt like you had carved out a moment in time together that was just yours, it felt like your hearts were beating in the same rhythm, that you were sharing the same energy.

When you pull back you’re both smiling as he presses his forehead against yours, you feel giddy, like you’re full of pure magic, “to clarify, my wish was that you felt the same way I do” he whispers and you chuckle “my wish was that this was more than a fake date” his lips brush against yours again, just a sweet peck before he pulls back to look into your eyes “go on a real date with me tomorrow?” you nod “yes please” he pulls you into his arms and hugs you goodnight, you hear his heart racing as you place your head against his chest.

You were to meet him at the cafe you loved downtown before he took you somewhere that he wouldn't tell you, a surprise that he wouldn’t give up no matter how much you tried to guess, as you get to the cafe you stop outside, looking at your reflection in the glass as you fix your hair and lick your lips before your eyes focus on him at the table on the other side of the glass, a smile on his lips and a look of pure adoration in his eyes, you grin at him and raise your hand to wave with your fingers before heading inside, your body filled with butterflies and excitement as you open the door to what you hoped would be something that lasts forever.

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ahkaahshi · 4 years

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sweet dreams [ushijima wakatoshi x reader]

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x fem reader

genre: smut (18+) and fluff

warning(s): explicit sexual content, cockwarming, somnophilia (as in he slides in while you’re sleepin but consent was already given in this instance), slight praise kink, penetrative sex, swearing, brief mentions of a daddy kink (are we even surprised by this anymore??)

word count: 2.4k

overview: ushijima’s thoughts about you keep him awake long enough to hear tidbits of your sweet dreams about him.

From where he lies on his back, drifting between sleep and consciousness, Ushijima lets out a deep sigh of discontentment and turns his head towards your form beneath the covers beside him. In the gentle glow from the streetlights seeping in around the curtains, he can somewhat see the outline of your body, the covers rising and falling around your midriff as you breathe gently and peacefully. The bare skin of your shoulders peering out from beneath the comforter catches his attention, and he instinctively pulls the sheets up closer to your neck to protect you from the chill in the air.

It’s a rare occasion when he can’t sleep. Usually, he’s quick to fall into a deep slumber after a long and arduous day of practice, training, and any other responsibilities required of himself as well as the other Team Japan athletes. He thought tonight would be another restful night, given the activities he’d gotten up to today—and having you put a pleasant end to his week by dragging him into bed for a few rounds of passionate sex to make up for the time you’d spent apart.

But, in spite of having his craving for you satiated earlier, he still can’t get you off his mind.

He can’t stop imagining the feeling of your warm, soft skin beneath his hands as he runs them along every inch of your body, or the way his fingers sink into it when he presses them against your hips and rear. He can’t get the beautiful tune of your mewls out of his head, especially not when you say his name so sweetly and with such yearning, letting him know that he’s all you want and everything you need. And he most certainly can’t push aside the sensation of the warm, inviting wetness of your core on his cock as your walls clench around him so tightly, so lovingly, that it’s as if you never want him to leave.

A low groan rumbles in his chest, and he moves his hand beneath the covers to grip the erection that’s formed at just the sheer thought of you. Oh, how much he wants to be buried in that sweet pussy of yours that always takes him so well and is always so receptive to him; but he doesn’t want to wake you. He’s not the only one who’s had a tiresome week, and he knows you need to rest well, just as he does.

However, as the thought of jerking himself off to the images of you he has permanently etched into his brain crosses his mind, so does a memory of a recent conversation the two of you had about a week or two ago that has his heart pounding against his ribcage. At the time, he’d been struggling to clear his mind enough of all the stressors affecting him to sleep peacefully, and your awareness of his restlessness had led you to suggest a possible solution.

“You can… you can use me if you need to, baby. I-I want you to. It’s okay if I’m asleep. I want you to be able to relax.”

Though some time had passed since you’d made this offer to him, he’d never taken you up on it. The thought was enticing—and he understood that you’d given him consent beforehand—but the worry of waking you up kept him from acting on his desires each time he found himself awake at odd hours of the night. While he watches you sleep peacefully, trying to decide if he should accept your invitation or head to the bathroom instead, a sudden realization strikes him.

All this time, he’d been thinking that you were offering the option to him for his satisfaction and peace of mind, but it had never occurred to him that you might actually want him to do it for your own pleasure—even though you’d stated that you’d wanted him to try it. Now, with this idea in mind, your figure seems to act as a magnet that draws him closer to you.

Carefully, he moves his body into the cold space between you and props himself up on his elbow so he can lean over you and take in as much of your sleeping form as he can see in the soft light. He admires everything about you, from the way your messy strands of hair splay out over the pillow to the way your fingers twitch softly where they rest beside your face. Many times before has he witnessed the serene sight of you in a deep slumber, but never before has it been this challenging for him to keep his hands off of you. So, he allows his palm to come to rest atop your shoulder, exposing a bit more of your tender skin to him while it runs down the length of your arm.

As his hand travels further, making its way along your torso and down to your hip, he brings his face to your neck so he can litter it with gentle kisses. His dick throbs impatiently at the familiar sensation of the body of yours he knows so well beneath his fingertips once more, and he has to keep himself from rutting into the supple skin of your thighs where they rest gently atop one another beneath the sheets. Just as his fingers dare to wander in between your legs, mere inches away from your warm core, he hears a sound that makes him stop in his tracks.

“Mm,” you breathe softly, “’Toshi…” Moments after the soft moan leaves your slightly parted lips, he feels your muscles shudder as you wriggle your hips and readjust your leg, so it’s thrown further across the bed in the direction you’re facing. For a second, he wonders if you’re awake, but your eyelids don’t flutter, and your body doesn’t shift again. But you do treat him to another whisper of his name. “’Toshi…”

You’re just too irresistible to him, beckoning him even in your sleep. Knowing that you’re thinking about him as you dream and feeling just how wet you are when he drags his fingers along your slit has him feeling desperate. He wants to be inside of you, giving you the pleasure he can imagine you’re chasing subconsciously. With a shuddering breath, he aligns the head of his leaking cock at your entrance, placing his hand on your hip so he can guide your sleeping form onto it as he pushes inside of you.

In spite of his eagerness, he’s slow and gentle with the process so he doesn’t hurt you or rouse you from your rest. A soft grunt spills onto your neck when he bottoms out, fully sheathing himself in your familiar warmth. The comfort he feels is almost instant, as if every nagging thought gets shut out from his mind by some, invisible force. All he can focus on is keeping you close to him and basking in the pleasure he always derives from having your body against his.

The small sigh of contentment that leaves your mouth matches that he breathes into your shoulder when he nestles his face in the crook of your neck. His entire body relaxes against yours and the bed, and it’s not long before his eyelashes flutter shut, grazing your skin in the process.

There’s a few, long minutes of quietude and peace until you murmur, “Please,” again in your sleep before releasing another drawn-out moan. Whether it’s intentional or not he’s unsure, but your hips grind against his in lazy, uncoordinated movements. Since he’s not intent on having sex with you while you’re asleep, he uses a firm but gentle grip to still your actions even though they feel divine. He doesn’t want to get too worked up and awaken you, which is already hard enough with the way your walls pulse around him—fully aware of his presence inside of you even though you aren’t quite yet.

A low hum echoes in his throat when his name leaves your lips once more. He wonders what dreams you’re having about him. What he’s doing to you. What you’re feeling. What you want to feel. You were soaked before he’d even touched you, so you must’ve been imagining some lewd fantasies—maybe those you haven’t even told him about yet. But whatever it is that you’re imagining with him, it has you fairly worked up.

“Wakatoshi.” His moniker escapes you in a whine, and he lifts his head when he feels the muscles in your neck twitch slightly. To both his surprise and delight, he finds that your eyelashes have parted so you can watch him with a half-lidded gaze, (e/c) eyes clouded over with lust. “Want you again…” you whimper, voice no louder than a nearly inaudible breath, “Please, baby.”

Your request has his cock throbbing against your walls with anticipation, and he brushes a few strands of hair away from your face as he asks, “You sure?”

Reaching up to take the hand skimming along your cheek in yours, you nod. “Right here… like this.” He’s seen you in moments of desperation many times before, but the way you look now—still groggy and disoriented from being asleep yet so needy that you’re breathless already—awakens a different side of him. A side that’s not rough or wanting to ravish you until your body’s littered with love bites and heaving from exertion; rather, a side that wants to treat you as if you’re the most precious yet delicate flower that he’s ever seen. He can’t resist you, and he doesn’t want to anyway.

So, with a touch more tender than usual, one of his hands finds your sternum, tracing along the swell of your breasts, while his other moves to your waist to hold your back flush against his chest. This gentle action pushes the head of his cock against your cervix, eliciting a gentle mewl from you. “Always take me so well, baby girl,” he praises, placing more kisses against your neck, “Always feel so good.”

Your core is both strained and hypersensitive from your previous rounds born out of a more animalistic desire for one another, but any soreness you feel quickly melts into pleasure with his slow, controlled strokes. Another small cry echoes from your mouth at feeling his fingers travel down to your clit so his long, middle digit can stroke it gently. “Ah!” you moan, hips bucking against his touch, “Right there... mm.”

“That feel good?” he asks, his voice straining as he picks up his pace ever so slightly. The soft hum of approval that leaves your mouth is nearly caught up in the sounds of the sheets shifting along your skin and the gentle creaks of the mattress’s springs. “Fuck, baby; love being inside you.” Your walls squeezing him affectionately in response to his loving words has him groaning into your neck again before dragging his lips over it in open-mouthed kisses.

For a few moments, neither of you speak—both too caught up in being connected so intimately once more and too exhausted to form coherent words. Instead, you simply lose yourselves in how your bodies mold together so perfectly, from the way his hand ensconces yours when he reaches around to hold onto it to the way you accommodate every inch of him so well. Despite being turned away from him, you still feel just as close—if not closer—to him as you do when you’re gazing into each other’s eyes while he plunges inside of you.

Eventually, with one of his hands wrapped tightly around yours while the other remains between your legs, only moving away to knead your soft breasts as he thrusts into you with long, firm strokes, you find yourself at the edge of yet another orgasm. You vocalize your desire by allowing the words, “Daddy, please! Wanna cum,” to fall off your tongue in feverish pants. The low groan of satisfaction that sends tingles along your skin has you feeling unbearably hot and bothered. Every muscle in your body feels tense as you dangle on the edge of your release, but you know Ushijima’s intent on getting you there.

“Yeah?” is his husky response as he snaps his hips against yours with enough force and speed to shake the bed, “Daddy’s always gonna take care of his good girl.” The head of his cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot while his fingers trace tight circles around your clit sends your mind into a haze, and all you can do is babble incoherently about how badly you need him. “Gonna make you cum so hard, baby.”

You know damn well that Ushijima has never been one to break his promises, and now certainly isn’t an exception. In an instant, warmth is spreading across your body like a wildfire, bringing with it waves of euphoria as he pushes you over the edge of your orgasm. Spots fill your vision when you screw your eyes shut and moan unabashedly while your hips thrash against his cock and fingers. The mesmerizing sensation of your pussy spasming around him has his hold on you tightening as he drives into you at a maddening speed until he’s releasing inside of you with hot spurts of his seed. More praises fall upon your ears as he fucks you through your high, wanting to be inside of you and hear your sounds of pleasure for as long as he can.

With heavy breaths, you sink into the bed after he pulls out of you and does the same. Drowsiness is quickly taking hold of you, sending your eyelids are fluttering shut once more mere seconds later while you recover from your high. Ushijima notices how spent you are and presses an appreciative kiss against your temple. You use the last of your energy to turn and face him so you can meet his lips with yours instead. “I love you, Wakatoshi,” you murmur softly, not even bothering to fully break the kiss before you speak, “Love you so much.”

His strong arms wrap around your weary body, pulling you closer to him so you can lazily drape an arm and leg around him as your head comes to rest on his chest. “I love you too, (f/n),” he whispers breathily, planting another kiss against the crown of your head. Once he’s pulled the covers up over your slightly sweaty bodies to keep you warm through the night, he allows his eyes to close so he can settle down to sleep before he continues, “More than anything else.”

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