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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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◈ 𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘪 𝘚𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

◈ 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you ask your husband to use his superpower on you for the first and last time

cw: fem!Reader, established marriage, hurt/comfort, canon divergent word count: 1.8k inspiration

◈ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ◈

You could see him better with just the nasal cannula now. Mask or cannula, neither were your favorite but the step down from the oxygen mask was a step in the right direction. One you took very seriously as Mirai laid there undisturbed by your return to his bedside.

Wrong of you of course to assume he couldn’t guess you arrived. Not after over a decade together of course he didn’t need his foresight to know you’d be back so soon. Even if he was unable to see you fully without his glasses Mirrai still turned his cheek to the cold side of his pillow when you drug your chair back to the very edge of his hospital bed.

“Hey you.” A croak from your voice even after all the tears had been shed, the persistence of them still stuck in your throat. Leaning over to cup his face gently with a swipe of your thumb over his cheek, “You need anything? Did I wake you?”

A shift in the white linens but he still couldn’t bring himself to sit up too much. So all he could offer was resting the weight of his head into your palm with his yellow eyes shut again, “No. I was waiting for you.”

“The doctor said you should be resting,” You wiped your thumb over his cheek, staring with a heavy heart down at him still bed ridden for the fourth week in a row, “Not waiting for me.”

“Wasn’t waiting,” Mirai mumbled with a shake of his head and eyes closed, “Just- Knew you’d be back.”

“What did the doctor tell you about using your power,” You faux scolding with a bleak smile on your lips as you continued to rub his cheek and just enjoy the warmth of closeness from your husband as he remained bed ridden.

A brief little smile that curled up on the sides of his lips, Mirai tilted his head a little more and brought himself to open his eyes in your direction as the smile lingered, “I don’t need foresight when it compares to over a decade of knowing you.”

Seeing him able to at least look at you made your heart thud harder in your chest that before. Those tears that dried weeks ago still threatened to fall past your lashes at the moment when you looked down at him, “Then you should know I expect you to get out of this bed eventually. And come home.”

Mirai let out an exhausted sigh. One that let his body sink into the bed that cradled him and soon his eyes followed as he closed them again, “Let us be realistic love I-”

“You’ve been on the mend since the last surgery.” You stopped him in his tracks certainly not needing foresight after you’d both had this conversation a dozen times since the raid and the sub sequential harm that had befallen him and a few others. But your husband taking the worst of it in the fight against the League and the Shie Hassaikai, “You’re no longer on a ventilator. Your blood pressure is evened out. White blood cell count normal and no more bleeds. Mirai...you are on the mend. You just- You need to trust the process. Even if-”

“Even if I can never be a hero again.” Mirai spoke softly with his turned back up towards the ceiling. Eyes still closed and he laid there still as stone in bed, “...You can say it.” He broke the touch on his cheek even as you leaned in to try and hold his cheek again. Mirai simply refused it as he tilted his head away to face the wall, “All these futures...I didn’t check mine. And now- I’ve done this to you. Left you without a hero. Left you without-”

“Mirai Sasaki,” His name came so sternly from your mouth that in his moment of mourning he was forced to look around and see you staring at him with such intensity. But he could not ignore the way your bottom lip trembled as you proceeded to puff out your chest and speak louder than his thoughts, “The only way I’d ever be mad at you, is if you left me in this world. Heroes, work, I don’t care.” Your hand came back to his cheek and he didn’t attempt to move away as your presence filled the tiny hospital room as it did so many times before in the past, “I didn’t marry you because you were All Might’s sidekick. I married you because-” Your voice softened and the stray tears dribbling down your cheeks couldn’t be helped even as a big grin spread over your lips, “Because you’re my best friend. I married you. Not a hero. So...please, don’t leave me just yet.” Your smile made his heart monitor beep just a little faster and that in itself made you laugh even as the tears rolled down your cheek in the process, “I have a lot more things I wanna do with you first before I ever let you go.”

Heart too heavy with the words you spoke, Mirai’s yellow eyes searched your face like he was looking for something. Perhaps a lie to your words, which he knew wouldn’t be there. Or a falsity to your stubborn hope, that he couldn’t help but love as much as he did the first time you two argued. Mirai couldn’t find anything but your beautiful face above him like so many times he’d seen in the last decade. Rendering the organized man speechless in admiration of your gaze being set on him of all people.

“Mirai...” You grazed your thumb over his cheek when his eyes closed contentedly after your words.

“Hmm?”

“...If you really think you won’t make it through this.” You couldn’t help shifting your touch upwards to comb your fingers through his abnormally unkempt hair, “I want you to use foresight on me.” No surprise he was about to open his mouth to object but you stopped him from uttering a single syllable, “If you are going to die then I want you to look as far into my future as you can so you can rest easy. So that you know where I’ll be when you’re gone.”

Eyes open but lips set in a stern line Mirai waited to back you down with a stare. Something he never had success with previously but as you sat there hunched over his bed carding your fingers through his unbrushed hair, the stare was all he had aside from his words to dissuade you, “No. I said I would never use foresight on you. I will not-”

“You can’t use it on yourself.” You firmly said, “So I can’t convince you that way. If you’re really going to...” The words sat on your tongue like a wad of cotton. Only making you shake your head and refuse to say it so you took a deep breath and did the impossible of staring Sir Nighteye himself down, “You give yourself closure. Then- I’ll accept it.” You watched him under you unable to persuade you with that stoic stare everyone else broke under. Meaning you’d rightfully won as your tone softened and you combed your fingers through his hair to a more neat manner like how he’d normally wear it, “You don’t have to tell me. Just- Do it for you.”

Short of hitting the nurses call button to have you removed, there was no getting out of this. On opposite ends not ready to settle. Mirai understood the conditions laid upon him for his passing. He couldn’t see anything for himself outside this hospital bed. And you were right, seeing you happy one last time would mean he could rest peacefully.

Meeting those yellow like you had the first time you’d both stumbled upon each other. You held his gaze. Never intimated like others were. Just as warm as his eyes were, they filled you with a comforted warmth like looking at the sun. Your free hand reached out to squeeze his wrist and before you knew it Mirai had taken the furthest out memory he could before it became fuzzy. Not once had he ever used his quirk on you out of respect. As you sat there letting him process what was vividly rolling for him and him alone in his mind. You saw as tears began to well up in the corners of his eyes. Mirai was unable to break eye contact as he leaned into your touch still holding his face. And his own hand coming up to touch your cheek lightly.

“...well,” You said smiling as you tilted your head into his larger hand, “Gonna take that to your grave or spill the beans?”

Your way with words. Here he was fighting the tears as words escaped him. Just a constant loop of what he saw. It wasn’t long before Mirai was smiling and tiny droplets rolled off his cheek onto his pillow, “I...I saw it all. I-” His tongue darted out over his lip as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, “-I saw you holding a little boy.”

“And?”

Mirai couldn’t believe the grand out grin that broke out on his face because even though you didn’t have his quirk you still somehow always seemed to know where to push him in the right direction, “He looked- Just like me.”

Turning your head to kiss his palm you reached up and laced your fingers up with his to give him a squeeze, “I ruined your plans again.”

A tired laugh pasted his lips. Mirai took in a big breath before relaxing back into the bed in a much more content manner than before, “You’ve never ruined my plans. Not once since I met you.”

“Plans change.” You rubbed your thumb over his knuckle as he gave your hand a squeeze out of reflex, “Even for the hero that can see the future.”

Mirai looked over at you smiling softly to himself, “I see you. That’s all the future I’ve ever needed.”

You stood up from your hard plastic hospital chair. Letting go of his hand gently just to hold his cheeks between your palms so you could kiss the center of his forehead before moving your face down and brushing your nose ever so lightly against his, “You’ll always be my hero no matter what and...you’ll be his hero too.”

No need to lean up to you. Mirai closed his eyes when you came closer to kiss him gingerly with the cannula only slightly in the way of the exchange, “Here you are, changing my future again.”

“Nothing is written in stone,” You smiled against his lips before pressing your forehead to his and cradling his face ever so gently in your palms, “At least, not if I can help it. So you’ll get better. And you’ll come home, you know why?”

Mirai looked up at you, his one weakness it seemed, and asked softly, “Why?”

“Because,” You grinned and kissed the tip of his nose, “I know you’re as excited to meet that little boy as I am.”

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frickingnerd · 9 months

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workplace crushes

pairing: mirai sasaki / sir nighteye x gn!reader (+mirio togata)

summary: mirio can't help but point out sir nighteye's crush on you

"are you seeing anyone?"

sir nighteye looked up from his paperwork and at the blonde boy, grinning at him.

"mirio, if you're trying to ask me out, then i'd like to inform you that this relationship would be highly inappropriate…"

mirio just laughed and shook his head. for a man as humorous as sir nighteye, he surely hadn't expected him to give such a serious reply.

"i'm not asking because of me! it's just… i've worked here for a while now and you've seemed so different recently. in a positive way, of course! i was just wondering if it had anything to do with your new sidekick… y/n was their name, right~?"

sir nighteye didn't reply, but mirio could see his eyes wander towards your desk for just a short moment. the grin on mirio's face got bigger as he noticed, before chuckling quietly and taking a step back.

"i see how it is~ no further question, boss! i'll get back to work then~"

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faulty-writes · 4 months

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hi! do you think you could do a iida x f!reader where they’re the daughter of sir nighteye, and when he eventually dies they go after chisaki for revenge but iida talks them out of it, and uses his experience with stain to convince them.

sorry if this is too specific, i just really like ur writing, especially the iida ones!

[ Hello dear anon. Apologies that this took longer than anticipated. I ended up having to split this into two parts. So no worries, the second part will be published as soon as I am able. But I hope you enjoy this. I like the aspect of Sir Nighteye having a daughter and her having to deal with his passing. ]

He took EVERYTHING from you and left only an empty void where your heart once resided. It felt like a violent storm drowned you in a suffocating ocean of sadness after your father, Sir Nighteye, died. But this wasn’t as bad as the suffocating worry that your friends surrounded you with.

Since Toshinori had a personal history with your father, he tried to comfort you after this unfortunate event, but you chose to isolate yourself instead. Despite your father’s passing, you knew he would be disappointed that you distanced yourself from everyone, including the man he idolized.

If you got around to cleaning the countless All Might items, he had accumulated over the years, it would be a nightmare. It was bad enough that you had to attend and deliver a eulogy at his funeral. During your speech, you choked on your words and sobbed in front of everyone until Tenya, your closest friend, politely ended it.

After that, he guided you to a private location where you cried into his chest for what seemed like hours. It’s hard to recall if you thanked him for that, but the whole event was a blur. With time, the tragic feeling of sadness gradually changed into anger as you got used to living without your father.

Wait…no that’s not quite right. Anger wasn’t the right word to describe it. The bloodthirsty need for vengeance was more accurate. Yup. You may ask, against whom? Overhaul, otherwise known as Kai Chisaki, caused your father’s demise.

And in your vengeful mindset, you laid out a plan that would, hopefully, confront him and avenge your father’s death. Once you did, you believed it would honor his memory because it would rewrite how he died in vain.

It was evident that your dark cloud of thought followed you to school the following morning, since your classmates’ raised eyebrows, and looked shocked, or just plain concerned when they saw you or passed you in the hallway.

“Ribbit, I know Y/n is still upset over what happened. But she hasn’t talked to anyone about it since,” Tsuyu said, and Eijirou nodded. “Yeah,” he replied, crossing his arms. “I’m worried about her. She’s giving off an aura scarier than Bakugou right now,” the angry blond growled.

“What the hell did you just say!?” He demanded, rising from his seat before grabbing Eijirou by the front of his uniform. Tsuyu ignored them, while Tenya tried to get their attention. “I insist you refrain from engaging in physical aggravation during class hours!” He snapped, chopping his hand through the air.

“Class hasn’t even started yet, damn four-eyes!” Katsuki snapped in response, making Tenya sigh. He believed that Katsuki was certainly rude, and it was unlikely that he’d ever gain the patience to practice proper social manners.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his frustration when Tsuyu spoke again. “Maybe you should talk to her Iida,” she suggested. “You’re her closest friend, right?” Her question was followed by a look of curiosity, and he returned that curious expression while clasping his chin, contemplating.

“I suppose that is correct,” he replied before looking your way. You were slumped over at your desk with your arms resting against its surface. “I am afraid that while I have been attempting to provide comfort for Y/n over the weeks since the death of her father, I have been rather unsuccessful.” He hated admitting that.

“I assumed that she required space and time so as to not further aggravate her emotional state,” he explained before taking a deep breath. “But perhaps a direct approach is needed,” he looked at Tsuyu and walked past Katsuki and Eijirou who paused and observed where he was heading.

“He’s going to talk to Y/n?” Eijirou asked, looking at Tsuyu and Katsuki huffed before dropping his hands to his sides. “Just what the hell does four-eyes think he’ll accomplish by doing that?” he questioned, crossing his arms as he continued to watch.

As Tenya approached, he noticed you mumbling to yourself. Your words, however, were indistinguishable. He stood there for a moment, curious if you noticed him. However, you seemed rather oblivious, so he cleared his throat, hoping to catch your attention.

This didn’t work. “Very well,” he stated, “pardon my reach.” He laid his hand on your shoulder and proceeded to shake you. “Hm?!” Your eyes widened, and your muttering stopped. You clenched your jaw, and turned your head, prepared to snap at whoever was disturbing your not murderous and vengeful thoughts about Chisaki.

However, you latched onto your lip when you saw who it was. “Oh,” a small wave of panic washed over you. Had he heard what you were muttering? If that was the case, you needed to play it cool or dumb. However, it wasn’t easy to fool Tenya, especially since his incident with Mei at the Sports Festival.

You glanced away while rubbing your neck. Here goes nothing. “Oh hey, Iida,” you replied, ignoring how your stomach churned and twisted into knots. As a hero student, you hated feeling nervous, although, given the negative emotions you had been experiencing lately, this feeling was more than welcome.

You frowned and focused on Tenya again. It was scary, in a way, to think that he probably knew more about how you felt than anyone else. Yes, you pushed everyone who attempted to comfort you away and although your actions were justified due to the recent tragedy that occurred, Tenya was persistent.

It was a wonder what he’d think if you told him that the tiny voice of reason in your head seemed to vanish whenever your thoughts switched to Chisaki, and hatred engulfed your heart. He narrowed his eyes, gazing at you with concern.

“Are you…well?” He asked. “Well?” You repeated, your eyes glossing over and your gaze turning toward the front of the classroom. “Yes…I am well,” you replied, but your voice lacked emotion, and that alarmed him even more.

He had been rather concerned about your well-being and state of mind after your father’s death. When Tensei was greatly injured, he experienced such emotional turmoil that he almost lost his sense of heroism and logic.

He would hate to see you go down the same path, even though you claimed to be fine. Yet, when you turned to look at him, he noticed something in your eyes, and it made his stomach turn. He swallowed heavily but decided to address it later.

“I see,” he took a step back and pressed a hand against his chest. “Are you…certain you are feeling well?” He questioned, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. He did not want to believe that you would lie to him. However, he also knew there was a chance that you didn’t even know how you were feeling now.

Emotions were quite hard to explain at times and traumatic events tended to cause one to feel “numb” and as such, a lack of emotion followed, and made it difficult for one to truly grasp just how they felt. He supposed you were also going through the various stages of grief, which too was understandable.

Your whole life changed overnight, and yet the world continued to turn. Forcing you to abide by its rules when all you desired was a break, a mere moment to recollect yourself. Yet, this did not happen. He knew how frustrating that was.

Perhaps that is why his words were of no use to you now and he was better suited to continue to play the role of support. That was quite efficient in most cases because it allowed the individual the space they so required while at the same time, knowing that there was someone there to reach out to when needed.

“Yes,” you replied. Once again, your voice was barely audible. It was almost as though someone was pulling a string and speaking for you. A single recorded phrase that meant nothing and although he did not like it, he had to accept it. At least for the moment.

He nodded. “Very well, I am certain you already know that I will always be present if you require any assistance or perhaps…someone to lend an ear and discuss the ailments you are experiencing,” he stated, chopping his hand rhythmically through the air.

“Yes,” you replied, staring blankly at the front of the classroom again. He curled his lips and shook his head in uncertainty. Nevertheless, he turned around and walked back to Tsuyu and Eijirou, who were now joined by Shoto and Izuku.

“H-hey Iida,” Izuku greeted cheerfully. “Hello,” he replied, grasping his chin, and tapping it with his finger. Tenya ignored how they exchanged glances and the silence that filled the air was broken when Eijirou snapped, “Well!?” Izuku was startled by his outburst while Shoto raised his eyebrow.

Tenya glanced at him. “What happened with Y/n!? Is she okay?!” He urged, and Shoto turned to Izuku. “Y/n?” he questioned, and Izuku shrugged, uncertain of the conversation taking place. Tsuyu walked over and laid her hand on Eijirou’s back, making him recoil before looking at her from over his shoulder.

“Oh heh, sorry,” he replied. He got emotional and sometimes let it go to his head. “We’re all concerned about Y/n,” she explained, glancing at Izuku and Shoto. “It’s going to be a while before she’s okay again. I know she must miss Sir Nighteye.” All of them did.

“Ribbit, but I’ve noticed something off-putting about Y/n lately too,” something that wasn’t sadness nor anger, but an entirely different emotion she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “Hm,” she tapped her lips before looking at Tenya.

“Actually…” she said. Maybe she could describe the emotion she saw in you after all. “The way she’s acting reminds me of Iida,” she commented. “Pardon?” Tenya replied, perhaps the most confused among his friends. “Don’t you remember, Iida?” she asked. “After your brother was injured,” she clarified.

Izuku frowned. “Y-yeah, I remember that T-Todoroki-kun and I w-went after you,” or rather it was a matter of lucky circumstance that they happened to be in the same area as Tenya at the time. “We…defeated The H-Hero Killer together…” he continued, “and a-after…Iida admitted that…” His hands curled into fists.

He had a hard time remembering the emotional impact of that day. Shoto, noticing his friend’s distressed state, placed a hand on his shoulder. He wasn’t much for physical affection, but since making friends at Yuuei, he learned how to provide comfort.

Izuku turned to him, but Shoto’s eyes shifted to Tenya. “Iida went after Stain like a fool,” he said, never one to sugarcoat anything. Although he seemed unaware of the awkward tension he had created. “You let your anger cloud your judgment…I let it cloud my judgment too,” he admitted.

Thinking back to how he used to be, so angry and closed off to the world. He was truly thankful to his friends for helping him escape his shell. Eijirou’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened as if he had seen the most horrific sight. “Wait…” He paused, making sure he understood everything.

“Are you suggesting that Y/n might…” he shuttered to think about it, but nobody expected someone as rational as Tenya to do what he did either. All eyes turned to him, and quite frankly, he was at a loss for words. “Well, I…” he straightened his posture and pushed his glasses up, looking in your direction perplexed.

“I am not certain…” although given your insistence that you were fine, you may still be in denial about what happened or hiding your true emotions just as he did. “Talking to her hadn’t helped provide you with a clue?” Shoto asked, now making everyone look at him.

Eijirou chuckled and laid his hand on Shoto’s shoulder. This made him tremble in response and look at the redhead as if he insulted his ancestry. “I think you’re being too blunt,” he stated, making Shoto knit his eyebrows. “Blunt?” He repeated but Tsuyu spoke up. “Todoroki-kun makes a good point,” she said.

“Then again, nobody knew what Iida wanted to do until it was too late,” she tapped her chin a few times, letting her eyes linger on you. “Maybe we need to observe her,” she suggested, making Eijirou raise his eyebrow. “Observe her? What do you mean, like keep an eye on her?” she nodded.

“What do you think Iida?” She asked, noticing he was frowning. “I am not certain that is the best strategy as it may invade the barriers of privacy,” he stated, chopping his hand lightly through the air. “However, perhaps that is the only option we have left…” he concluded.

“S-so how can w-we do it?” Izuku peeped up. Eijirou grinned. “Yeah! We have to be stealthy, right?” He asked, turning to Shoto who wore a blank expression as he thought. “I don’t think we need to spy,” he said a minute later. “Just keep an eye on her like Tsuyu suggested,” he noted.

“It doesn’t mean we need to watch her all the time. We just need to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself or wander somewhere alone,” he clarified. “Oh, okay,” Eijirou said. “So, give her space but talk to her when we think she’s doing something suspicious?” In a way, it still seemed dishonest.

“Perhaps that is best,” Tenya said, but in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but wonder if, like him, there was a chance you’d wander off when you suspected no one was watching you. Regardless, it was his job along with your mutual friends to prevent you from walking down a dark path from which there was no return.

“All right, everyone in your seats,” Shota stated as he walked through the door. “Yes sir!” Tenya immediately said, scrambling to get to his seat just as his friends did. While he normally paid attention in class, he found his gaze drifting to you.

You looked intensely focused on your thoughts instead of the lesson Mr. Aizawa was currently teaching. He might be pleased to know he was right. Within your mind, you devised several plans to confront Chisaki. These were the ideas you scribbled down in your notebook.

You assumed that nobody would look at it especially given your unique situation. Yuuei insisted you have sessions with the lifestyle guidance counselor, Ryo Inui also known as the Hunting Dog Hero: Hound Dog. Usually, these sessions are one hour long on selected days of the week. Today was one of those days.

As to not disturb your afternoon hero training too much, the sessions took place during lunch. Ryo usually kept quiet, to your surprise, during the first 25 minutes of the session to give you time to eat. The remaining time was used to talk about how you were feeling, and how you were dealing with the loss of your father.

But you told him what you told everyone else: that you were fine. Of course, he didn’t buy that. “One day you’ll have to face how you feel!” He growled at you. Oh, if only he knew what you were about to do. “If you can’t handle that, come to us!” You hated it when he gave this speech, even if he had a valid point to make.

“You rely on us heroes to protect you even from yourselves!” You knew he meant well but letting someone else handle your demons just seemed wrong. Although that could be your stubborn and determined attitude speaking. Your father taught you how to be cold and calculated in a sense, and to do nothing short of your best.

Yet maybe that played into your naive plan regarding what you wished to do to Chisaki. Nevertheless, the session ended without you learning or improving. Your rushed footsteps echoed down the hallway as you exited your classroom and headed to Gym Gamma.

You had some regret not taking your hero costume with you to your session with Ryo, but it didn’t matter now. You carried it with one hand while your other was wrapped around the strap of your backpack which hung off your shoulder. As you turned the hallway corner, you stumbled back and fell to the floor with a thud.

The suitcase containing your hero costume flew and bounced on the floor a few times. It then hit the opposite wall near an empty classroom. Your backpack contents spilled out, littering the floor. You sat up, hissing softly.

“Ouch…” you muttered before someone stepped in front of you. “Apologies,” when you looked up, Tenya stared back at you. He was dressed in his hero suit, apart from the helmet that normally concealed his face.

“Hm?” When he realized he had run into you, he leaned onto one knee and glanced at you from head to toe. “Are you injured? Forgive me, I was not anticipating someone coming around the corner at the accelerated speed you were going,” he explained.

“Yeah well…” You glanced away, irritated. “I’m not injured…” you muttered. “Then may I assist you in gathering your things?” He asked, referring to the contents of your backpack. You sighed and slowly sat on your knees.

“Yeah, I guess,” you replied, picking up the first few items within reach. Tenya walked around and picked up one of the textbooks. He handed it to you before grabbing the notebook you were writing in earlier that morning.

After placing the textbook in your backpack, you grabbed said notebook. However, it slipped between your fingers when Tenya handed it to you and landed on the floor again. Your vengeful ideas were scribbled across its pages and were now laid open for the world to see.

You cursed yourself for hesitating because that allowed Tenya to pick up the notebook and curiously look at what you had written down. Your heart pounded and you could only helplessly watch his eyebrows knit together.

“Pardon but-” You jumped to your feet and snatched it from him. He looked shocked by your behavior. “W-what are you even doing here!?” You demanded, clenching the notebook to your chest, and glaring at him. He blinked a few times, and you noticed a suspicious look in his eye.

“I…was merely assisting an injured classmate to Recovery Girl,” he replied. You huffed “Good for you,” in response before frantically picking up the rest of your things. You shoved them into your backpack and grabbed the metal suitcase containing your hero suit.

“Y/n?” Tenya asked, watching the spectacle with serious concern. However, he remained silent as you raced down the hallway. This was despite his urge to exclaim that running in hallways was prohibited. Little did he know your cheeks burned red.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ Out of all the things he could have seen. Well, maybe you could just…make some excuse if he asked about them. Something along the lines of getting your emotions out on paper. Yeah, that sounded fine. Writing was a form of coping, right?

Although you weren’t certain how much of that Tenya would buy, the way he looked at you the rest of the day only indicated that his suspicions were high. You tried to ignore it to the best of your ability and avoided him when you could.

You knew that might come back to bite you, but you didn’t care because there were more important things to do. Like conducting research regarding Chisaki’s whereabouts. Luckily, it was easy to fool Principal Nezu and the rest of your teachers.

Simply, you told them that you needed time for yourself and felt overwhelmed by your emotions. You couldn’t be disturbed while doing research. Although you felt some remorse for using your father’s death as an excuse to do your vengeful research, it would be worth it.

They granted you a week off without consequence. The only condition was that you had to stay within Yuuei student housing grounds and continue your regularly scheduled sessions with Hound Dog. A small price to pay, not that you were going anywhere, not yet at least.

Although the student dorm was a bit eerie during the day because of the dead silence with the occasional creaks and cracks of the building settling, you tried not to let this disturb you as you started your week-long research. Of course, your friends were concerned when they noticed you were absent from class.

In addition, you rarely left your room during the evening. However, none were more concerned than Tenya. Frankly, he couldn’t help but think back to the strange writing you had in your notebook. It wasn’t that hard to figure out that those writings and your current behavior were connected.

“A-are you sure about this I-Iida?” Izuku asked. “Yeah, I mean she could just be trying to express herself. Nothing’s more manly than taking control of your emotions!” Eijirou declared with a smile while Tsuyu thought quietly.

“I’m most certain the writing within her notebook was not merely a method to cope with her emotions,” he replied sternly. “Are you sure?” Eijirou asked before Tsuyu spoke up. “Ribbit, well if Iida is right then Y/n needs our help,” she concluded.

“Well, if there’s something wrong and she’s going to go through with what she wrote, I agree,” Eijirou said. Izuku clenched his jaw, his features twisted with uncertainty. “B-but we…we can’t just f-force help onto h-her…” he stated before glancing away, trying to devise a reasonable solution in his head.

“W-what if they try to…l-leave? They haven’t even b-been in class lately a-and…” he frowned. He hated thinking you would do something sneaky like him, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, and Momo had when The League kidnapped Katsuki.

Leaving in the middle of the night without telling anyone and running around the city in disguises wasn’t the nicest or smartest thing they could have done. Not to mention how they neglected Tsuyu’s feelings on the matter. However, at least they patched things up and Eijirou and her were closer than ever.

All eyes seemed to linger on the ground. More than likely, they were all thinking the same thing Izuku was. “Maybe…we can ask Yaoyorozu for help?” Tsuyu suggested, naturally catching everyone’s attention. “May I ask you to elaborate on your suggestion?” Tenya replied, and Eijirou nodded.

“Yeah, why ask Yaoyorozu for help?” he asked. “I’m sure she can figure out a way to keep track of Y/n without us interfering,” she explained. “Huh…” Eijirou thought about her words, glancing at Izuku who seemed concerned about the idea of asking Momo for help while Tenya sighed.

“Perhaps it would be beneficial to use alternative methods to ensure we don’t worsen Y/n’s already fragile condition,” he said before looking at Tsuyu. “Do you believe Momo could provide such a solution?” Tsuyu smiled, the tip of her tongue sticking out from between her lips.

She nodded in response to Tenya’s question and with some hesitance, the four of them sought her out. “I’m honored that you’d ask for my help,” Yaoyorozu said, placing a hand on her chest. “But I don’t know what I can do,” she said, tapping her lips a few times.

“Y/n is entitled to a little privacy and time alone to sort out her feelings. I can’t imagine what she’s going through,” she said with a frown. “That’s exactly why we need your help!” Eijirou exclaimed, curling his hands into fists.

Yaoyorozu looked at him, her eyebrow raised. “Come on, there must be something you can do,” he said while Tsuyu laid a comforting hand on his back. “Iida is mostly concerned about what he found in Y/n’s notebook,” she explained. “Her notebook?” She asked, looking at Tenya perplexed.

“I’m not certain if the writings found in her notebook were a coping mechanism that assisted her in organizing her complex array of emotions or perhaps…plans she wishes to enact,” he explained. Silence lingered in the air shortly after. Eijirou looked at Izuku before walking toward Yaoyorozu.

“Whatever it is, Iida is right to be concerned. We all are!” He stated, determination shining in his eyes before grabbing Yaoyorozu’s hands. She looked shocked by this action, almost as if it were foreign. He leaned forward, locking eyes with her.

“He’s doing the right thing by bringing this to our attention. Even if Y/n doesn’t want our help, we need to prevent her from making a big mistake,” he said, tightening his grip on her hands. “So please,” he brought her hands against his chest where his heart pounded erratically.

“Will you help us?” He asked. “Mm…” she glanced away, thinking for a moment. “Alright,” she said, standing up. “I think I have a solution,” extending her arm, it glowed a faint blue hue before several oval-shaped devices fell onto the floor, each one clinking as they piled on top of one another.

“Huh?” Eijirou looked at the devices, clearly confused about what they were while Tenya picked one up, examining it closely. “These are motion devices,” Yaoyorozu explained before a larger, more rectangular device manifested from her arm. She quickly grasped it before it hit the floor.

“Here,” she said, holding it out to Tenya. He looked perplexed but took it, nonetheless. She smiled proudly and placed a hand on her hip. “That will alert you when the motion sensors are set off, but it may be impossible to tell what sets them off,” she explained.

“Still, I know it will help with your request,” Tenya enclosed his hand around the device. “Thank you very much for your assistance. I am most certain this will help indeed,” he replied, smiling at Yaoyorozu. She returned it and looked at Eijirou, Tsuyu, and Izuku.

“I believe we should find appropriate locations for these motion devices,” Tenya said, kneeling to gather them in his hand. “R-right!” Izuku replied, helping him pick them up while Eijirou laid his hand on Yaoyorozu’s shoulder.

“Yeah, thanks! We owe you one!” He grinned like a madman showing off his pointy-shark-like teeth and while that may unsettle some, she nodded. “Glad I could help,” she said, “especially if Y/n needs it.” A frown came to her face. “I hope they’re alright.” It was evident she was just as worried as everyone else.

Following this, Tenya carefully considered the proper locations for the motion devices. He believed the most beneficial locations were the front steps of the Class A dormitory, the entrance to the nearby forest, and along the road to Yuuei High. Yes, these particular spots would also be triggered throughout the day.

However, there was more likelihood that, if by chance you would leave, you’d do it at night. The days following were some of Tenya’s most emotionally heightened. He was constantly on edge, waiting for something to happen.

When night came, he always woke up to the sound of the motion devices going off. However, every time he hurried outside, he found that something else triggered it. Like an animal curiously passing by in the dead of night.

While his friends lost hope or doubted that the writings Tenya described in your notebook were malicious, something told him that was not the case. Perhaps one could call it intuition, but he could not accept that those writings were merely emotional expressions.

He believed they were motives. Plans you wished to take into action, and he would not rest until he caught you in the act or prevented you from doing it. So, he continued to wait, and the following night, he was jolted out of his sleep when the device went off as it had done many times before.

He hitched his breath, immediately grabbing his glasses. Despite being in his sleepwear, he slipped on a light jacket, put on his jogging shoes, and left his sleeping cap on his bed. The last thing he grabbed was the device that had jolted him awake and went to your room.

He noticed that your door was left ajar. “Mm…” Despite respecting the inner sanctum of another’s living space, he placed his hand on the doorframe and peered into your room. Even with the lights shut off, he noticed that your bed was undone, and you were nowhere to be found.

He also noticed that the dresser drawers were open, almost as if you rushed to gather clothing before disappearing. His grip tightened on the doorframe, his nails digging into it briefly before he ran down the hallway. He knew his frantic steps might alert his classmates and wake them from their sleep.

However, he did not care, there was a more pressing matter at hand. This was, of course, finding you and possibly stopping whatever horrific act you wished to commit. He had to find you before it was too late. He had to save you.

He pushed past the front door of the student dorm and hurried down the stairs as the cool night air evaporated his breath. He looked back and forth along the road that surrounded the student campus, and his heart sank when he realized you were nowhere in sight.

Silence fell over him, accompanied by the cries of owls and the chirping of insects in the distance. Then he extended one leg out in front of him, bending it at the knee and extending the opposite leg behind him. His calves shifted and six small engines appeared that sparked to life with a loud rumble.

A deafening silence fell over the world around him as his eyes focused forward. He was about to take off to search the surrounding areas where he had placed the motion devices as he had done countless times before. The only difference was that he was certain you had left the premises this time.

While it could have been easy enough to assume you had merely woken up in the middle of the night to have a snack or use the restroom, it appeared you had taken provisions. This was enough to convince him you were out here.

His engines backfired temporarily when a hand grabbed his shoulder, surprising him and breaking his concentration. “Wow, heh, sorry Iida,” Eijirou said, flashing him a smile. “We were wondering if you’d be out here,” Tsuyu chimed in, coming to stand next to Eijirou. Tenya knit his eyebrows.

“Well, heh,” Eijirou rubbed the back of his head, “you kind of woke everyone up with your rushed footsteps…and Izuku wanted to know what happened,” he explained, nervously. Tsuyu nodded. “When he noticed you weren’t in your room, he searched the dorm, ribbit.”

She then shrugged. “I figured you’d gone after Y/n or something else that triggered the motion sensors,” she explained, pressing one finger to her chin. “Yeah, but we didn’t want you to search alone anymore or go after Y/n by yourself, considering how determined you can get sometimes,” Eijirou said before looking around.

“I was just preparing to track her down,” Tenya explained, almost sounding irritated that he had been interrupted despite knowing his friends meant well. “We’ll help then!” He declared and ignored Tenya’s raised eyebrow.

“I am not certain that is the most beneficial-” Eijirou grabbed onto his shoulders, shaking him. “Which way do you want us to go?!” He asked frantically, and yet again Tenya looked at him with a raised eyebrow before a sigh passed his lips. He felt annoyed but knew that, perhaps, the more help he got the better.

Then again, this was a delicate situation and if more than one person approached you, there was a chance you’d become hostile. That is why he needed to ensure that he found you first. But regardless, he nodded. “Very well,” he said, clasping his chin in thought.

“Perhaps Tsuyu can provide assistance in searching behind the campus. I will search the area up ahead,” he stated, motioning with his hand. “Right, I’ll go this way!” Eijirou exclaimed before running in the opposite direction. In Tenya’s mind, he wondered if they’d get in trouble.

The teachers keep a close eye on the student housing, but surely, they’d understand this situation if Tenya explained it to them. “Good luck on your search Iida,” Tsuyu said before hopping off the ground at a great distance. He watched her soar through the air and turned to see Eijirou looking back and forth a long way down the path.

He trusted that they would do the right thing if they happened upon you but now wasn’t the time to sit and contemplate that. Once again, he got into position, and without delay he was gone in a flash, leaving nothing but lingering gray smoke behind.

The world blurred around him as he sped by, yet it all seemed to be happening in slow motion. The piercing wind against his body felt like a thousand tiny cuts across his exposed flesh, but he didn’t care. Like a true hero, the only thing he focused on in this moment was you.

Near the wooded area, opposite the student dormitory, he slowed his pace and leaned over. Placing his hands on his knees, he panted softly and wiped the sweat from his face. His chest felt heavy, and perhaps that was the weight of responsibility he felt.

He needed to find you, but how? There were endless possibilities as to which direction and path you had taken. Even with his friends searching the area, what was the likelihood that they’d find you before the sun rose? His soft panting continued, and the cool air around him made his moistened skin sting.

The feeling of doubt was beginning to linger in the back of his mind when he felt something vibrate in his pocket. “Hm,” he paused and leaned up before pulling out the device. He looked at it perplexed as it continued to vibrate in his hand.

He pondered for a moment if this was merely another false alarm and that an animal had triggered one of the many motion sensors that were scattered about the area. However, as he lifted his head and glanced into the distance, he noted the trees that made up the nearby forest.

He couldn’t recall at this moment if he had placed a motion sensor in the location he was currently in, but perhaps this was a sign. He swallowed thickly and placed the device back into his pocket before his engines reeved again and he took off for the forest.

The ground underneath him seemed to change in density, its surface turning thicker and more slippery. Perhaps that was due to the mud that accumulated in the area, and he had to slow his pace the closer he got to the entrance of the forest to not slip and fall. He would despise being covered in mud.

Taking a deep breath, he ignored the pounding of his heart in his chest as he cautiously walked up to the first set of trees and noticed a small square device resting against the base of one of the said trees. When he got closer, the device in his pocket vibrated once more.

“Hm,” he clasped his chin and looked at the ground. Although it was dark, the moon allowed him just enough light to be able to make out footprints that led into the forest. “Mm,” he frowned and slowly kneeled to examine them closer.

It was impossible to tell if these were your footprints or perhaps someone else’s, but either way time was ticking away, and seconds were precious now. It was evident that there was a chance you had deviated from the path and instead, took refuge in the forest.

If that were true, then not only were you in danger of getting lost but potential animals could cause harm to you as well. Regardless, if there was a sliver of a chance that you had attempted to hide yourself in the greenery, he needed to take it.

With that in mind, he headed to the forest. He cautiously glanced around and despite the darkened sky looming above him, the small amount of light provided by the moon helped outline the trees and the path that nestled between them.

[ Part II ]

#tenya x female reader #iida x fem!reader #iida x female reader #tenya ida x reader #iida x y/n #tenya x reader #tenya x you #tenya iida x reader #iida x reader #tenya x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #faulty writes: tenya iida: 23 #faulty writes: tenya iida: legacy of sir nighteye: short series: 23 #faulty writes: tenya iida: 24 #faulty writes: tenya iida: legacy of sir nighteye: short series

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karume-everything-else · 6 months

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Flufftober 2023

Day 21: Accidental Confession/ Crush squeeing over them [Reader x Sir Nighteye (Mirai Sasaki)] {My Hero Academia}

Hero Galas could be rather boring, but necessary for proper networking. Sadly enough. Not that Nighteye minded in the slightest, it was possibly the one event where he wore a slightly more professional suit and dropped his usual polka-dot tie for a sleeker one.

Though even this one had a hidden joke element to it, a small flower on the knot that could spray water... if he ever remembered to fill the squeeze bottle with water in the first place.

Regardless, Nighteye was merely wandering around, joining conversations for a brief moment and moving on. He ran an intelligence agency, mostly underground work. It was normal for him to have not only a large network of more spotlight Pros, but also for him to be overlooked... constantly.

Which meant tonight was more about him helping other Pros find one another and possibly start working together. At least, that's what he had settled on until one voice reached his ears.

"Honestly, yes."

You were standing with a couple Pro Heroes Nighteye didn't fully recognize, but you looked just... so perfect. The colors of your outfit reflecting your hero uniform, which accented your hair and eyes so perfectly.

But Nighteye didn't want to get too close, he was well aware that he adored you for more reasons than he would ever care to let on. He also knew that attempting to date would be a nightmare from the press to the working together to the social pressure the two of you might face should one or the other become villainized for dating someone deemed 'outside their league'.

That wouldn't stop him from being polite, but Nighteye didn't want to risk any of that just because he had a crush on you.

"He's extremely professional, very driven, result-oriented." You were listing off someone's qualities, "He might seem intense or intimidating, but he does like a good joke, people with high energy and enthusiasm. And if he doesn't think he can do the job, he has a massive backlog of other Pros that can and will help."

"You two work together often then?" One of the heroes asked, "Or at least... you take advantage of the fact that he has so many connections?"

The way you hummed, "No, I wouldn't say I'm taking advantage of Nighteye. After all, I usually return the favor if he calls on me to help someone else. But yes, we do work together fairly often. Like I said, he's nice, polite, a little sweet once you get past the serious businessman exterior. And above all else, he's reliable."

"A little sweet?" Another joked, "Are you sure? He looks like he could steal souls. Or maybe you just have a crush on him and he's picked up on that?"

Nighteye thought he was blushing because of how highly you were praising him. But the way you were sputtering out an answer, color rising on your face, maybe he had very little to worry about. At least, if you two could keep your relationship 'under the table' so to speak.

Though that wasn't very likely, you were such a popular hero. And in Nighteye's opinion, you deserved that level of fame.

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quirkfics · 2 years

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im so glad to see youre back!! your writing is SO unique and well written 💕

how about "Trick" with Sir Nighteye?

You stare down at his long fingered hand, at the strange tint of his fingernails and the extra joints wrapped carefully around your wrist. You pull away, tears beating against the back of your eyes when his hands stays frozen in place, fingers trembling. “Was all of this,” you choke out, gesturing slowly between your bodies, “was all of this some kind of Fae trick?”

Regret flashes in the depths of his golden eyes, but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t deny it, doesn’t step forward, and then, from the other side of the room comes mocking laughter. It rings, echoes through the room, multiplying until it’s swept through the entire crowd, like some kind of sickness spreading through the air.

“Oh, poor Sir Nighteye! And still, your Foresight has yet to fail. You knew this day would come, saw rejection the moment you touched, and you still couldn’t deny yourself the heartache, could you?”

You don’t look. You already know that voice, can recall with perfect clarity every single time Chisaki warned you that things weren’t as they appeared. You should have listened. Nighteye whispers your name, a plea, even as his hand curls around empty air and falls limp to his side. He steps forward anyway, and some small, frightened part of you hopes he’ll take you back into his arms. He bends his head instead, whispering so only you can hear: “The only one I ever intended to trick was him.”

And that - it almost makes it worse.

#quirk writes ficlets #sir nighteye x reader #mirai sasaki x reader #thank you so much!#a huge part of sharing ficlets and writing here was because i wanted to improve #and hearing that others find my fics enjoyable always makes my day =')#okay listen this is another one of those that i'm just HIT with the idea #and it suddenly becomes one of my unexpected favs bc dangit it FITS #fae au owns my gosh dang soul

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xgummibearx · 1 year

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Greetings!!

I’ve started a new job and am doing the best I have in a very long time, I would love to write more fatgum fics but kinda lost interest in the ones I was working on so those are on hold. Winter is already in full swing where I live, so I am thinking of doing some cozy vibes! Please vote which fics you would like to see the most! (Please note, I only write SFW)

Option 1: Nutcracker ballet, a classic anime trope I have seen is an alice in wonderland style episode. Wherein the characters take on roles from the story...with Christmas coming up, why not do something similar but instead with my favorite childhood story?

Option 2: Fall festival with Nighteye, he is surprisingly very bad at carnival games.

Option 3: Aizawa is sick and refuses to rest...until he passes out right in front of you.

Option 4: Frost Might, you and Allmight decide to have some fun in the snow.

Option 5: Present Mic x quirkless reader, Hizashi rescues you and protects you along with your students when yet another LOV attack happens at UA. (Let's give some love to class 2A)

Option 6: fatgum x reader, under the oak tree AU: don't know if you have read the webcomic but basically, you were arranged to marry Taishiro and you're unconfident in yourself. However, when he returns from war you are amazed with how much he loves you. (who knows, I could make this into multiple parts potentially!)

#mha #mha fatgum #mha fatgum x reader #mha taishiro #all might #all might x reader #sir nighteye #nighteye x reader #gang orca #gang orca x reader #cute #fall #winter vibes #hizashi #mha present mic #present mic x reader #hizashi x you

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stitched-mouth-vs-the-world · 7 months

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Making Porn With The Number One Pro Hero

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi (All Might/Skinny Might) x Fem! Pro-Hero! Reader.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Jealous sex (?), Mirror sex, Oral sex (fem receiving), Secret ((established)) relationship, Recording sex (so y'all make porn), Minor hair pulling, Semi-public sex, Intercourse (P in V), Daddy Kink, you two are almost caught in the act, mention of you two previously being caught in the act, I finally used a condom!! (I usually write about creampies but this time I didn't), Some bitch tries to touch our All Might but fails, We accidentally punch her in the face, Toshi is pussy whipped.

Summary: You have a sex dream about your boyfriend which leads to a fantasy, All Might wants to achieve that fantasy with you after you punch another All Might slut in the face. The fantasy doesn't TOTALLY go to planned.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 2.

Writing Time: 7 hours (with no breaks, longest amount of time I've ever spent on a fic).

Word Count: 3,308.

A/N:

Day 2 of Kinktober! Enjoy!

The introduction is ridiculously fucking long, idk why but skip to the first —-//— if you're like me and only interested in the sex. I hate the beginning part anyway and it's very obvious my writing has suffered from my hiatus, but oh well. It will get better.Technically you get railed by Skinny All Might in his Silver Age suit, hope that's ok.I have to give this thing a part 2 at some point, this is way too hot and I'm so proud of it.

I kept writing then deleting then rewriting this shit (which is why it took 7 hours) so y'all better let me know if you like it :)

Here is the masterlist for all my Kinktober 2023 works.

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Being in an secret relationship with the Number 1 Hero was difficult to say the least.

Having to sneak around everyone was fun and slightly erotic at first, but slowly became annoying and a bit painful at times.

You had recently told Toshinori about a sexy fantasy you had of him. To have him fuck you in his dressing room right before an interview, ideally from behind in front of a mirror whilst you record, you two had made porn before (for only you two's eyes, no one else's!!) so recording sex wasn't new to you guys.

Toshinori had giggled like a little schoolboy and covered his growing erection when you told him about your little fantasy, and said it sounded very hot. But after you kissed him and gave him a handy right then and there, he calmed down a bit and explained to you how unlikely it was to happen, he feared someone would walk in and catch you both (one person had before) and possibly tell someone.

Sadly your lover had made it clear countless times before he didn't want a public relationship for the sake of protecting you and others. You understood completely and was happy Toshinori valued protecting you over everything, but that didn't mean you didn't long to hold his hand in public.

Very few knew about you two; Young Midoriya, David Shield, Sir Nighteye (RIP) and Aizawa (Aizawa finding out was an accident, he had caught you two in a compromising position in Toshinori's classroom after school hours). But you both was content with those who knew about you two, you trusted all of them, and didn't plan on adding anyone else to the list.

Early on into your pro-hero career, you were introduced to one journalist and news reporter who you honestly couldn't remember the name of. She was young and very attractive, no doubt becoming the face of her news station because of her pretty face and impressive figure. She was well known to interview pro heroes and flirt with them, and unsurprisingly lot of them would flirt back.

She had interviewed All Might a few times and like usual she would flirt a lot. He'd see straight through her and politely respond in a professional way, so you had no problems with her because you trusted your boyfriend to shut down her advances. She wouldn't be the first girl to throw themselves at the Number 1 Hero and definitely wouldn't be the last, so you were used to seeing Toshinori be placed in uncomfortable situations which made you feel bad for him but due to your relationship being a secret you didn't feel like it was your place to cut in. But Toshinori always handled it well.

One interview you didn't see coming though.

It was a standard scheduled interview on set of a news station, like Good Morning America or something. Several pro heroes were in to be interviewed, including both you and All Might. With All Might becoming weaker and weaker by the day and unable to hold his form for long periods of time, this was his last scheduled interview. And you were so happy you could be there with him.

You were lucky enough to be able to be interviewed with your boyfriend.

"So, Mr All Might, I'd love to go over some of your best fights of your career..." The news anchor smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Of course! I'd love to!" All Might grinned.

For the millionth time? Really? You rolled your eyes.

"BUT before we do that, I'd like to talk about your more personal life first..." She grinned back, moving closer to him on the long couch you were all sharing.

You moved uncomfortably in your seat and looked around, not really knowing what to do with yourself.

"Ok, sadly I can't promise I can all questions about my personal life but you can absolutely ask." All Might smiled.

"Great! So... you have had quite a long career as a pro hero who is very much so in the public eye, I imagine forming and keeping relationships in your personal life can be difficult?" She asked.

All Might moved his head to both sides as if he agreed and disagreed with her assumption, "Well it's definitely not easy forming them, but keeping the ones I have been lucky enough to form is easy. I'm very lucky to be surrounded by friends and family who I know care about me both as All Might and Toshinori."

The reporter nodded, "Right. As you mentioned family, are you planning on starting a family?"

You raised an eyebrow, feeling although the question was a bit strange.

All Might laughed, his laugh boomed loudly in your poor ears, "HA HA! Oh no Dear, I don't so. I am an old man now, I unfortunately missed the opportunity for a family years ago."

You and Toshinori had only briefly discussed children, you desperately wanting a child later on in your career and Toshinori feel although being Number 1 Hero made having kids not an option and that by the time he retired he was too old. It wasn't really a conversation you two had managed to find a conclusion to, so you were a little annoyed All Might was talking as if it had been decided.

"Well a lot of young ladies like older men, Sir. I know I sure do. And a lot of young ladies would be more than willing to bear The All Might's children." The reporter giggled and moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

She had never actually touched him before.

All Might chuckled uncomfortably and carefully leaned back to make her hand fall off him, but her hand stayed put. Without really thinking, you leaned over and picked up the foreign hand on your boyfriend's shoulder, and threw it back into the reporter's face. She almost punched herself in the face with her own hand.

You gasped and stood up, "Oh I'm sorry!"

You really didn't mean to do that. You were only trying to get her hands off your man. You hadn't meant you almost punch her.

She quickly fixed her hair and glasses and glared at you for only a split second, before laughing nervously and looking into the camera in front of all of you, "Oh Dear! No worries! We can edit that out, this isn't live."

The cameraman nodded at her and three of you continued your now incredibly awkward interview. All Might breathed a small sigh and grabbed your hand, you couldn't tell what the sigh was for.

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Backstage you were sat at your vanity table with your head down on the desk, sighing sadly. You felt so embarrassed, you should of just left Toshinori handle her unnecessary touching. The interview went terribly after that and the reporter remained cold to you until the end.

You were also concerned about people questioning your actions, why were you so concerned about some girl touching All Might? It was such a obvious sign of jealously. Oh Well... at least she didn't touch him again.

A small knock was pressed against your dressing room door and without a response it was opened, "Darling?"

All Might.

He stepped into your room and closer the door behind him as you turned to face him. He immediately deflated in front of you, leaving his skinny scrawny figure in place.

"Hi Love." You sighed and walked over to him.

He quickly wrapped his long arms around you, pulled you close and began kissing your neck.

You blinked in shock, "Toshi?"

"Oh my Love. I never thought I'd ever see you jealous." He whispered against you before biting down on you skin.

You moaned in delight, "S-So you're not mad?"

"Why would I ever be mad Princess?" He laughed a bit, in his Skinny form his laugh sounded so good and didn't burst your eardrum.

Toshinori carefully walked you back over to your vanity table and placed you down in your vanity chair and stared down at you. You looked up at your lover with nothing but love and lust and crossing your legs, feeling yourself get hot down there.

With you sitting down and him standing in front of you, you could see the massive bulge in his pants. Whilst shamelessly staring at his covered dick, you hiked up your legs and pulled everything covering your lower half off and happily showed your lover your wet pussy. You felt no shame (he had seen it all before anyway), only the desire to be fucked. Finally, your filthy fantasy was coming true.

"Oh my Love..." Toshinori sighed again at the completely lewd sight of you and dropped to his knees.

He grabbed your thighs in his massive hands and gave your pussy a sweet kitten lick. You threw your head back and moaned again. He started kissing and licking you slowly before sucking.

God, his tongue felt good. You were going to lose yourself to it.

"Oh baby I want you so much..." Toshinori whispered in between eating you out, whilst pulling you closer and closer to his hungry mouth, scaring you for a brief second into thinking you'd fall out of the chair.

It was dangerous but Toshi wouldn't let you fall, ever.

You pulled his head up from your heat and he whined, "Toshi... I'm so empty now...you need to just fuck me..."

Your lewd expression and hushed tone only made him strain against his suit. Without thinking much, Toshinori stood up and ripped a hole into the crotch area of his Silver Age suit.

You gasped, "Toshi! Your suit!"

"This suit can be fixed, Dear. But later I'll need you to go to my dressing room and bring back something to wear when we're done." He smiled softly while pulling you up and out of the chair.

Toshinori picked up the chair by the armrests and placed it against the door, locking you both in. He turned back to you and smiled again.

You smiled back before turning against and bending over against the vanity table, giving your lover another nice view of your ass and pussycat. You watched him in the mirror grin at your behind and give you a nice loving smack. You bit your lip from the harsh contact and moved your legs further apart for him.

"Fuck..." Toshinori whispered, he was incredibly turned on by the sight of you bent over showing him everything you had to offer.

He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a Trojan, ripping the wrapper off with his teeth and pulling it down his proud length. You could tell by his fast movements, he was just as eager to get inside of you as you was.

Toshinori then rubbed your aching entrance with his great throbbing cock. You whined for him to just put it in and he was happy to appease you.

Toshinori always started with slow gentle strokes only with the tip but that wasn't good enough for you now, he had already worked you up from eating you out just a few seconds earlier and the idea of your fantasy had you too desperate now. So you whined again and tried to fuck yourself on his cock at the pace you need. Toshinori caught on pretty quickly and grabbed your hips and pulled you fully around him.

Both of you groaned from the sudden action. Toshinori began moving again, this time fast and rough. You managed to pick up your phone that you had left on the table, turn on the camera, point it at the mirror in front of you and hit record.

The sight was beyond erotic. The Number 1 Hero drilling his secret lover from behind in dressing room on set of a news station. God, it made you so wet. The grin on your face with your moans made it evident.

Because of the mirror, both of you were able to see each other's faces. Toshinori's brow full of sweat and mouth covered in your cum and his own salvia was godly. Not to mention his look of determination as he continued pounding you brought you closer and closer to edge.

"All Might!" You cried, not really hearing yourself over the sound of his balls slapping your cheeks.

But he heard you (and possibly some others in the building) and he groaned in your ear, "Princess! Oh my good little girl!"

Fuck!

He knew calling you 'little girl' made you crazy.

"Oh All Might please!" You begged.

You knew you sounded like a bad pornstar, but you didn't care. You knew Toshi loved it and was about to give into your begging.

But before he could, the worst thing you could imagine happened next. A loud knock on the door.

"Miss?"

Both you and Toshinori froze and stared at each other in the mirror in fear and shook.

"Y-Yes?!" You answered.

"Miss, your driver is here waiting for you. They are outside." It was likely one of the crew members of the station. They turned the door handle, shooting fear through you so bad you could scream, but it didn't open.

The chair Toshinori had put against the door temporarily saved you two. Realising this, he slowly began moving inside of you again. You moaned softly at the feeling and quickly covered your mouth with your free hand (hand not holding up your phone that was still recording).

The crew member must of wondered why the door wasn't opening, considering none of the dressing room doors had locks on them for safety reasons, but didn't ask why or for you to open the door and instead just let go of the handle.

"Oh o-okay...t-thank you. Out in a miiintue!" You quickly choked out.

"Great. Do you happen to know where Mr. All Might is? His car arrived first but he isn't in his dressing room."

"Nooo!" You whined.

You could see the see the evil smile on your boyfriend's face in the mirror. No question, you were going to (try to) kick his ass after this.

"Ok, no worries. Thank you for coming Miss!"

Footsteps were heard leaving the door, presumably to go find your man. Toshinori laughed slightly and pulled your head back by your hair and started moving at the same fast pace he was before.

You groaned at the small pain and glared up at your soulmate, "You like torturing me, asshole?"

"Maybe a little." He smiled.

"Oh please just make me cum, Toshinori." You sighed, giving him your best doe eyed desperate-for-sex expression.

Your lover was more than happy to fulfil your request. This was definitely by far would be the best sex tape you two ever made.

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Later on the two of you were getting ready for better, you had finally finished your night skin care routine and was headed back to you and Toshinori's shared bedroom. He was still up reading a book in bed like usual, he looked and smiled when you walked into the room.

"Toshi," You began as you got comfortable in the bed, "What changed your mind today?"

"About what, Love?" He asked and put his book away to pull you closer to him.

"When I told you about my sex dream, you said it wouldn't happen." You pouted at him.

Toshinori's cheeks darkened, "Well, you got me all hot and bothered during the interview."

"How?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I like to see you handle touchy women for me." Toshinori smiled shyly now.

"Oh really?" You giggled, "You like having a jealous girlfriend?"

"A bit, yes." He admitted.

"Aw... maybe I should set them straight more often." You grinned and kissed his neck.

Toshinori shivered, both from the idea and the attention you was suddenly showing his neck, "Yes please...good girl."

You felt your heat burn at his words as well as his erection grow under the duvet and you eagerly wanted to head down under the duvet. But you both still had something to say.

"I'm sorry love, I was just a little scared about people finding out about us, and being intimate outside our home has got us caught before...and I feel like we already take a big risk with recording our moments together." Toshinori sighed.

"So you don't want to record anymore?" You looked heartbroken.

"Oh no, Princess! Of course not!" He pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist (you could feel his lover's boner, which you wonder if he forgot about), "I love have something to remind myself of our best moments."

"We don't have to record anymore if you're worried it could get out." You replied, still looking sad.

"Honey, that's not what I was saying.." Toshinori kissed your head, "I love you and I love how excited you get by the camera. And I love watching our little videos."

You looked up at him, "I love you Toshi. And I just want you to be comfortable."

"I am comfortable, I'm always comfortable when I'm alone with you." Toshinori smiled.

You turned to look at him and kissed one of his sunken cheeks, "Ok... so if I keep your female fans in line... what will you do for me?"

"What do you want love?" Toshinori asked.

"I want a reward, All Might." You grinned and slowly stroked your lover's excited friend.

He shivered again. Mustering up all his strength, Toshinori transformed into All Might. His erection underneath you went from poking you ass to almost straight up penetrating you. A loud moan came from your throat, the ending of it was muffled from All Might gently pushing you off his lap and all the way down till you were face down onto the end of the bed and ass up.

The muscular blonde Silver Fox gently rubbed your ass with one hand whilst the other fought off this sweat pants (that did absolutely nothing to hide his lower reigns). Once his pants were off and his length was fully exposed, All Might picked up his phone from his nightstand, pointed the camera down at you and hit record.

"Little Princess... do you think my cock at full size is a good enough reward for being such a good girl for me?"

The camera got a very lovely shot of your wetness soaking through your sweatpants just from his words. You felt your cunt clench around nothing and you looked back at your lover.

"Yes please Daddy."

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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⍣ ೋ Cupid's Chokehold.

˚ · . mirio x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ love at first sight to unrequited love to mutual pining, mentions of character death, a lil angst, reader is a cunty brat, smut, this is more fluff and angst than smut, choking, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, cervix, fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, implied breeding, implied size kink, reader is sir nighteye's daughter, this is all over the place

you walk in, and my heart beats different.

admiring you from afar, mirio had only thought the only way he could really be with you was caring of you in place of your father, sir nighteye.

the moment he had met you, he already knew you would be an important figure within his lifetime. he was practically in awe when sir nighteye had introduced you to him as his only daughter. whilst you were less than cold and almost unreciprocated his warm introductions and questions about you, he was persistent, shaking your hand with a stern yet gentle grip.

personality wise, you had taken after your father, for you had inherited your father's stoicism, almost wary of all. yet, you were rebellious, almost bratty. your father ended up admitting he had spoiled you a little too much, resulting from you being his only precious child.

it came to mirio quickly that you were a stark contrast compared to his more bright and optimistic outlook. nevertheless, later the night of the first time he had met you, he could not help but let out an awkward chuckle at the fact that he just might've fallen in love with you at first sight. he doesn't know whether it was your witty attitude, or if it was your soft and easy-on-the-eyes features, or maybe even just because you were his teacher's daughter.

all he knew, was that from the moment he met you, he had a hard and almost unquenchable longing for you.

whilst the the situation was more than unplanned and undesired, he couldn't decline when your dying father had asked him to take care of you in place of his soon to-be permanent absence. the moment those words please take care of my daughter had left his weak teacher's trembling mouth, he had to agree. he agreed and swore with his entire life, that he would take care of you until the end of time.

he understood when you had at first pushed him away, not taking it to heart when you condemned him to hell. you had just lost your father, you just wanted to be alone. you didn't want what you thought was mirio's pity or sad condolences. you just wanted your father back.

however, he did not see it as appropriate for you to be alone during such a dark time. while feeling almost empty at the loss of his own teacher, he knew what you were feeling was much more than the loss of a teacher. it was a horrible time, but he didn't recommend trying to stride it out by yourself. from what information sir nighteye had told him about you, your father was your only family.

so, he tried again. and again. and again. he tried many times to win over you over, either with promises of getting you a bite to eat or just simple questions about you, he didn't allow himself to feel defeat when you almost always cussed him out each attempt.

the day you had finally let your walls down was a little unexpected. he remembered walking throughout the U.A dorms at night, simply because he wanted to take a late night stroll to relieve some stress. he was surprised to see you on the couch of the shared public living room.

while you did not notice him, he thought you had fallen asleep on the couch as you were limp against the soft cushions, face hidden and leaned against the crevice of your elbow. he was about five feet away from you when he realized you were actually awake. awake, and crying, soft whimpers and sobs escaping despite being muffled by your elbow.

with a soft call of your name, you had shot your head up, face morphing into an expression of distaste when you had, once again, set your eyes upon a helpless mirio. before you could cuss him out once more, he had shushed you, taking place on the couch next to you.

you were about to storm off before mirio finally confessed his intentions. your father had asked me to take care of you. regardless, i'm here for you, and if you want to cuss at me or whatever, then go ahead, i'll be right here the entire time for you, and i'll be here the next time as well.

silence followed afterwards, the next few minutes you didn't even seemingly breathe. mirio so much as let out a relieved sigh when you started to cry even harder, body flopping sideways like a cat into his lap. while you mumbled out obscenities at him, hands coming up to lay weak punches against his thigh, you giving into his support was no doubt one of the best relieving things in the world.

following that, you seemed to have finally accepted his place within your life. at first, you were still begrudgingly giving him a forced smile, engaging in short conversations with him before you just ignored him after a few words. after a while, you began to give genuine smiles at him, eyes crinkling up into pretty crescents when he was able to make you laugh. he didn't know how addicting your sweet laugh was.

he had confessed his feelings for you the morning of a particularly dangerous battle you were assigned to. he was almost crying, feeling almost helpless and scared, unable to help because his stupid quirk was taken away. he babbled out little "i love you"s, and recounts of how he's supposed to be taking care of you. although he knew that your duty as a hero was important to you, he still wanted to declare his love for you before anything could happen, hoping maybe you'd stay behind for him.

but you didn't. it felt as if you confessing your love back was saying goodbye. why would you say goodbye if you planned on returning back to him?

the two days following your departure, he watched the news intently, almost no sign of sleep within him. he pestered his teachers for updates on the situation, clawing at his hair whenever a devastating explosion followed the battle-site. he could only pray when he saw little saw the familiar dark green illumination of your quirk, praying you'd return safe and healthy.

he remembers the high dopamine hit you gave him when he first saw you after your return. your hero costume was tattered, hair and body distressed with little debris and minor wounds, you looked as if you were ran over by a semi-truck. yet, he still considered you the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, running up to you and embracing you with a strong hug.

he was on cloud nine when you kissed him.

the next few months were absolute bliss. he never knew how happy someone could make him by just laughing. he spent his time playing around with you, annoying you for fun, holding your hand, or just simply lazying around in your dorm room.

he felt so lucky to be able to score someone as amazing and beautiful as you. you were so charming and witty, yet still a spoiled brat. he didn't mind giving into your little whines of "i want this," or "can we/or you get [ ]..," absolutely enjoying the satisfaction of you opening his gifts with haste and excitement, even if it came at the expense of an empty bank account.

not even batting an eye at your more tedious "flaws", not taking it to heart when you would, almost like a child, cry out or get angry when something didn't go your way. a chagrin on his face when he once again, despite being very sleepy himself, had to carry you up two floors to your dorm room after you had fallen asleep in the most random place ever.

rest assured, he'd do anything to keep you happy. even if he had to do the weirdest of things to do so.

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the obnoxious creaks of the bed springs echoed throughout the walls of your dorm room, accompanied by the soft pants, pleasurable moans and the lewd fapping of skin-on skin as you rode mirio for the nth time that night.

you whined out as you rode out your nth orgasm of the night, hips unfaltering with skill. you showed no signs of stopping, tight pussy walls clenching around mirio's thick cock. you were so blissed out in pleasure, focusing on relieving the angry stress that had you so mad earlier that you ended up just flopping onto the floor like a cat with defeat.

you were using mirio as if he was a high quality dildo, certainly too focused on yourself to care about the way his hands gripped at your hips with overstimulated pleasure and pain. "hah.. you feel so good.." you mewl out, hand coming down to rub at your clit.

a rough calloused hand travels up your warm belly, mirio lets out a choked breath as his hand continues upwards towards your perky breast, groping it as if it were dough within his hands. his cock twitches at the sight of you riding him like theres no tomorrow. he'd never thought a guy so simple looking would be chosen by a girl of the likes of you.

you're everything but normal, rather he considers you exotic in a way that has him fucking his hand at night. maybe it's the way your plump lips pout as you whine his name, leftover gloss giving an irresistible look to them. it could be the way your long pink acrylic nails scratch new cuts onto his forearm. his other hand moves up from your thigh to caress and worship your body, fingers making sure to not touch the pink glittery jewel of your pierced navel.

maybe that's what has him so addicted to you, so interested in your everyday moves, because you're so different to him it's fascinating.

you're practically fucking him like a bunny in heat, riding him so hard he can audibly hear the lewd impacts of his cock's tip hit your cervix. he's wondered how nobody has woken up to the sounds of your creamy cunt gushing or your loud moans. with the way the headboard slams into the wall, he's sure someone is bound to wake up eventually.

crap, that has his hands traveling back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with his hands while pulling your baby pink thong to the side so that way his cock can enter your cunt without your panties getting in the way. "you're riding me s-so good baby.. fuck. you want me to cum in this pussy again? fill you up nicely?" he gasps out, cursing out when you clench tightly around him again.

he's already came so many times tonight, his thighs are twitching and sore with overstimulation. but he can't bring himself to push you off and decline you. how could he say no to his precious girl? he promised to take care of you in any way after all.

ignoring the almost painful jolt that washes throughout his body, he brings himself to yet another orgasm. his thick seed fulls you up so deliciously for the nth time tonight. you feel so full, the soft of your belly bulging with his cum. your eyes flutter shut, lowly moaning, pussy milking him as another orgasm washes over you just with that.

but it's still not enough. not enough for a greedy girl like you. mirio gives a weak smile when you lean down to connect your lips with his, lazily intertwining your tongue with his. softly moaning into the kiss, his hands stay on your ass, softly massaging the flesh. your lips fit perfectly against his, like two puzzle pieces meant to be together.

your eyebrows furrow as you angle your head at an ungodly angle, almost digging your tongue down his throat. you silently groan at the lewd sounds of fucking face, thick saliva dripping down from mirio's chin.

you only pull away once the itch in your core once again tickles you uncomfortably. you look down at mirio with those puppy eyes of yours, though the heart eyes and darkness of them shows your true intent. "togata.." you mewl out, pedicured hand coming down to caress soothing touches against his hard sore abs as to win him over. "i want more.."

though, you already know his answer, only giving a sly smile when he tries his best to smile through the overstimulation, lightly tapping your thigh to urge you on. he can only try to focus on the pleasure and ignore the pain as you slowly begin to ride him once more.

how could he say no to you? he promised to take care of you after all.

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battydora · 1 year

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my personal take on my hero academia men (pro heroes) and their preferences in bed

alphabetically.

masterlist | rules

¡ +18, minors dni !

characters: all might, best jeanist, cementoss, ectoplasm, edgeshot, endeavor, eraserhear, fatgum, gang orca, hawks, ingenium, manual, present mic, sir nighteye

content: nsfw, general sexcanons, reader x various characters, gender neutral but mentions of breasts and vulva (all might, eraserhead, sir nighteye) and penis (eraserhead), reader referred as mommy (manual), some romance, some fluff, roughness and freakness, but above all, sexy time.

warnings: suggestive content, mentions of various kinks, sexual activities, cock riding, rimming, dirty talking, public teasing, foreplay, rope bunny, oral sex, fingering, cunnilingus, rough sex and much more.

note: i think i never had an idea better than this. enjoy

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all might: big fan of nipple kissing (him receiving), ass grabbing and slapping (both giving and receiving), he loves seeing you ride him, he likes the way your titties bounce up and down, whenever he gets a chance he grabs them. i believe he's very much into rimming, anytime he asks you to eat his ass you will soon have toshinori moaning softly into the pillow, your mouth feels so good in him it makes him go crazy. a bonus: he likes when you strip for him before doing it. i think he's insecure about his body so you'll have to be patient and loving, and maybe take control most of the time.

best jeanist: im gonna go wild with this one, i love him. he's a switch. as a dom, hakamada enjoys rope bunny (or bondage if he's really in the mood), he likes tying up your hands and feet when you're fully naked on his bed, he's very gentle though and gives soft/please dom energy, whatever you desire, you'll have him working hard to give it to his love. as a sub, tsunagu tells you he submits completely to you, he's probably on his knees hugging your torso waiting for instructions like a little puppy willing to follow its master. he lets you decorate him with bites and hickies all over. the pro hero is also a gentle moaner, his moans and whines are the cutest and softest you've ever heard, it almost sounds like a melody when you give him a handjob and play with his balls. he also loves the idea of having his face ridden... or maybe edging..... another plus is that he loves lingerie, the idea of your cute butt being adorned with only a tiny bit of cloth makes his mind flash the dirtiest ideas, imagine him getting home just to find completely naked on the couch except for a thin dark red pantie, he'd fall on his knees in front of the sofa completely enchanted by you as he worships your gorgeous body. idk he's so romantic ugh💍💍

cementoss: not sure how his body works, but if he happens to have the same touch as humans, he'd be the type to please his partner, honestly i think he befriended more with toys and he relies on them a lot to give you the pleasure you deserve, because ken deep inside is worried you won't enjoy having sex with him thanks to his quirk.

ectoplasm: a romantic one, he probably enjoys more vanilla sex rather than very lewd stuff, he's so full of compliments for you, he enjoys adoring your body, kissing and caressing it with his hands. he has particular interest in your thights so don't mind if you find him grabbing and squishing them during sexy time (which is also the only place he'll allow himself to bite if you let him :))

edgeshot: just as ectoplasm, shinya is a very romantic partner, sexy time with him might include candles, gifts, roses and praises all along the way. he's not here for quickies, he's determined to take entire minutes of his time to explore every inch of your body and give them costumized attention to each. sitting you on his lap to make out with you as he grabs your ass and caresses your lower back and shoulder blades. you want your genitalia touched? he already has his hand working. you want to be railed nonstop? “we will break the bed if that is what it needs to be done for your enjoyment, darling”. he personally enjoys moans and whines, i think he is a man who likes to know what he's doing right, so please, praise him he wants to know his lovely partner is having the best they can get, he'll do anything to provide the orgasm(s) their significant other deserves to make them scream of pleasure so please congratulate him and tell him his doing an excellent job, because he sure is.

endeavor: a very, very rough partner. i feel like you two have a rivals with benefits dynamic, you tease him and he teases you. in bed you never fail to insult eachother, merciless scratching, mean bitting, feral kissing. he loves it, he loves being able to expulse his stress on you, specially when you walked around town teasing him, calling him a bastard and acting like a brat around him all day because the more teasing, greater the punishment when back home. bruises of all types can be done here. enji has no problem on taking you anywhere around the house, he loves laying your body over the dining table and rail you nonstop, the couch aswell, oh and did i mention that one time in the shower?

eraserhead: uuhh, this one might dissapoint some of you. i personally headcanon aizawa as a demiromantic/demisexual person so it took you a while to get him open about his sexual desires but once you gave eachother explicit consent and boundaries, you unleash all your fantasies at once. shouta seems like the guy to go for classic positions at first, such as the missionary and doggy style, buuut... if you ask him to go rough and wild, oh dear, bet he'll go rough and wild until you're a whiny dirty mess underneath him. shouta also likes giving oral, as you make out, he sits you down on the edge of the bed, he takes his kisses to your neck, chest and tummy as his hands caress your body shamessly, once he gets down there, he gifts you a wide devilish smile before putting his mouth to work (you do him a favour by pulling his hair up, he also wouldn't mind if you pull it hard). not a messy eater, but he swears he has never tasted something this good like your cock/pussy before.

fatgum: one of my favourites indeed. i hope you're ready because things have never been freakier, taishiro is a MENACE in bed, he seems so sweet and innocent but this big boy hides the most naughty kinks and fantasies (under his bed?). very freaky and hungry while approaching you, likes to pin you down on bed and is always in the mood for sex! he sure is no dissapointment, plus his stamina>>, imagine the possibilities. taishiro is very open minded too! so if you go to him with a new idea to try in bed, he'll be the first in line to try it out! but this is not it, he knows quite well pleasure does not and never relies on penetration, no, the last thing he thinks of is penetration, he takes time to explore your other senses, he plays with your sight and smell, may you picture yourself blindfolded and handcuffed as toyomitsu caresses, kisses and bites your skin, pulling you closer to make you feel his fragance and maybe using a little vibrator on your sensitive zone to push you to your limits, please?

gang orca: i know some of you are down bad for this gal, dw i got you. kugo can be... intense, despite his mean and bold personality at work, he is a man who enjoys having fun with his partner whenever he can, indeed, he is a great and spontaneous teaser, specially in public, you could be out on a date at a cafe and then suddenly get a risky hint from him... “i bet i can take you anywhere looking so tempting like you do right now” “did that catch you off guard? mmh...” “i'm not afraid of people knowing how bad i want my partner, specially how i want to spread their legs over the tabl-” you have to stop him because if you didn't, he wouldn't. he never tries to hide how aroused you make him feel sometimes, he's so proud to have you as his partner, you're so hot and attractive and he sees you like a treasure, kugo wants everyone to know you're his. did i tell you that one time he dragged you into a public restroom for you to ride his cock as he sat on the toilet? he definitely enjoys doing risky things in public, the adrenaline he feels has no comparison, specially when you put up with this behaviour and become touchy with him.

hawks: great friends with dirty talking and teasing, keigo is the type of man to whisper lewd things into your ear all through the act (from foreplay until you are done with eachother), he whispers compliments on how hot you look but also in the many positions he would like to put you to rail you (or to rail him). he enjoys performing penetration, but he also loves receiving anal attention, he remembers that time for his birthday you gifted him a dildo and used it that same night, thinking how it would feel if you were there to help him... he phone called you before having his orgasm and you never ran so fast in your life just to reach the hero's home, making sure to give him all the anal sex he wished making him cum multiple times. this turned into a habit because he enjoys anal play a whole lot, now you know what to do to have number 2 hero screaming of pleasure and cumming over and over.

ingenium: unpopular ik shut up, iida's are so hot a switch! i like to think tensei iida has preference for vainilla sex rather than anything too intense. whenever he takes control, he's such a sweet and loving partner, always asking for your consent on things and asking you how are you feeling. very sweet and caring, very focused on your pleasure! when you take control, tensei enjoys a lot when you give him hand jobs while fingering his ass, he adores how your hands make him feel and doesn't like to admit it but he moans quite softly and gets flustrated when you tease/compliment him about it.

manual: IDK WHAT I'M DOING ANYMORE HELPJDKD he's so pretty pls agree w me definitely a sub, no matter how much he tries to hide it and prove his "dominance" to you, masaki still submits to your touch almost inmediately after a few kisses. he enjoys being bit and marked all over (as long as no one at work sees the marks) and when going very intimate with you, he let's you peg him, he loves the feeling of his prostate being constantly hit by your plastic cock. if i'm going to give manual his own sexcanons, i'm gonna do it right: he has a mommy and degradation kink, he might seem so cute and sweet from the outside but indoors you know he falls on his knees for you, telling him how much of a whore he is for you and what would his coworkers think if they knew how dumb and pathetic he looks when mommy fucks him hard. masaki also goes weak when you slap his ass, he does not mind if you leave any red marks and scratches.

present mic: for someone who is as intense and loud like he is, hizashi is surprisingly a very soft partner in bed! i feel like he is the type of guy you can laugh with during sexy time and make fun jokes about the weird noises that can occur during some parts of the act. yamada probably studied the kama-sutra back and forth so everyday you get to try a new and fun pose for sexy time! having sex with hizashi is very entretaining and passionate, he's very gentle but can go rough if you ask him to, if you ask him his favourite pose, he'll probably choose reverse cowboy (with you on top) and maybe 69. plus: he likes listening to music as you fuck! the music tastes my vary depending on you and the mood of the day.

sir nighteye: it took you a while to convince mirai to have an active sex life with you, his main excuse was because of his quirk, he is a pro hero yes, but he might get carried away during sex because you're so sexy ;) and use it on you by accident. you discussed this for months until you proposed you could cover your eyes and let sasaki use you at his will. the idea surprisingly fit mirai's liking so you gave it a chance. you never thought the so composed, ellegant and serious man could be so good at stimulating all of your sensitive zones, the guy is amazingly good with his fingers, his thumb rubs your clit so deviously slow as other two fingers bury deep inside your vagina, teasing your insides mercilessly. his other hand does not stay still, it joins the fun playing with your chest, rubbing and pinching your nipples and squishing your breasts every now and then. but the fun isn't over, some other day you decide to blindfold sasaki, at first he was uncomfortable and unsure for not being in complete control of the situation (because he is a control freak you know) but as soon as you got your hands on him, stripping him, kissing and marking his body, rubbing his sensitive zones; he found himself enjoying this way of love making more than the one where he was in control and doing all the job (he's a man that works hard everyday and work expectations don't let him rest, so you guessed it was time for him to enjoy and relax!). mirai doesn't like to admit it but he likes doing it in his office, you did it only twice there, but he wishes to do it more often, he's just too embarassed to ask (the second time he took off his all might poster from the wall because he felt observed and very ashamed)

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thanks for reading!

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stitched-mouth · 5 months

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Making Porn With The Number One Pro-Hero

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi (All Might/Skinny Might) x Fem! Pro-Hero! Reader.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Jealous sex (?), Mirror sex, Oral sex (fem receiving), Secret ((established)) relationship, Recording sex (so y’all make porn), Minor hair pulling, Semi-public sex, Intercourse (P in V), you two are almost caught in the act, mention of you two previously being caught in the act, I finally used a condom!! (I usually write about creampies but this time I didn’t), Some bitch tries to touch our All Might but fails, We accidentally punch her in the face, Toshi is pussy whipped.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 2.

Writing Time: 7 hours (with no breaks, longest amount of time I’ve ever spent on a fic).

Word Count: 3,308.

A/N:

Day 2 of Kinktober! Enjoy!

The introduction is ridiculously fucking long, idk why but skip to the first —-//— if you’re like me and only interested in the sex. I hate the beginning part anyway and it’s very obvious my writing has suffered from my hiatus, but oh well. It will get better.

Technically you get railed by Skinny All Might in his All Might suit, hope that’s ok.

I have to give this thing a part 2 at some point, this is way too hot and I’m so proud of it.

I kept writing then deleting then rewriting this shit (which is why it took 7 hours) so y’all better let me know if you like it :)

Being in an secret relationship with the Number 1 Hero was difficult to say the least.

Having to sneak around everyone was fun and slightly erotic at first, but slowly became annoying and a bit painful at times.

You had recently told Toshinori about a sexy fantasy you had of him. To have him fuck you in his dressing room right before an interview, ideally from behind in front of a mirror whilst you record, you two had made porn before (for only you two’s eyes, no one else’s!!) so recording sex wasn’t new to you guys.

Sadly your lover had made it clear countless times before he didn’t want a public relationship for the sake of protecting you and others. You understood completely and was happy Toshinori valued protecting you over everything, but that didn’t mean you didn’t long to hold his hand in public.

Very few knew about you two; Young Midoriya, David Shield, Sir Nighteye (RIP) and Aizawa (Aizawa finding out was an accident, he had caught you two in a compromising position in Toshinori’s classroom after school hours). But you both was content with those who knew about you two, you trusted all of them, and didn’t plan on adding anyone else to the list.

Early on into your pro-hero career, you were introduced to one journalist and news reporter who you honestly couldn’t remember the name of. She was young and very attractive, no doubt becoming the face of her news station because of her pretty face and impressive figure. She was well known to interview pro heroes and flirt with them, and unsurprisingly lot of them would flirt back.

She had interviewed All Might a few times and like usual she would flirt a lot. He’d see straight through her and politely respond in a professional way, so you had no problems with her because you trusted your boyfriend to shut down her advances. She wouldn’t be the first girl to throw themselves at the Number 1 Hero and definitely wouldn’t be the last, so you were used to seeing Toshinori be placed in uncomfortable situations which made you feel bad for him but due to your relationship being a secret you didn’t feel like it was your place to cut in. But Toshinori always handled it well.

One interview you didn’t see coming though.

You were lucky enough to be able to be interviewed with your boyfriend.

“So, Mr All Might, I’d love to go over some of your best fights of your career…” The news anchor smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.

“Of course! I’d love to!” All Might grinned.

For the millionth time? Really? You rolled your eyes.

“BUT before we do that, I’d like to talk about your more personal life first…” She grinned back, moving closer to him on the long couch you were all sharing.

You moved uncomfortably in your seat and looked around, not really knowing what to do with yourself.

“Ok, sadly I can’t promise I can all questions about my personal life but you can absolutely ask.” All Might smiled.

“Great! So… you have had quite a long career as a pro hero who is very much so in the public eye, I imagine forming and keeping relationships in your personal life can be difficult?” She asked.

All Might moved his head to both sides as if he agreed and disagreed with her assumption, “Well it’s definitely not easy forming them, but keeping the ones I have been lucky enough to form is easy. I’m very lucky to be surrounded by friends and family who I know care about me both as All Might and Toshinori.”

The reporter nodded, “Right. As you mentioned family, are you planning on starting a family?”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling although the question was a bit strange.

All Might laughed, his laugh boomed loudly in your poor ears, “HA HA! Oh no Dear, I don’t so. I am an old man now, I unfortunately missed the opportunity for a family years ago.”

You and Toshinori had only briefly discussed children, you desperately wanting a child later on in your career and Toshinori feel although being Number 1 Hero made having kids not an option and that by the time he retired he was too old. It wasn’t really a conversation you two had managed to find a conclusion to, so you were a little annoyed All Might was talking as if it had been decided.

“Well a lot of young ladies like older men, Sir. I know I sure do. And a lot of young ladies would be more than willing to bear The All Might’s children.” The reporter giggled and moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

She had never actually touched him before.

All Might chuckled uncomfortably and carefully leaned back to make her hand fall off him, but her hand stayed put. Without really thinking, you leaned over and picked up the foreign hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder, and threw it back into the reporter’s face. She almost punched herself in the face with her own hand.

You gasped and stood up, “Oh I’m sorry!”

You really didn’t mean to do that. You were only trying to get her hands off your man. You hadn’t meant you almost punch her.

She quickly fixed her hair and glasses and glared at you for only a split second, before laughing nervously and looking into the camera in front of all of you, “Oh Dear! No worries! We can edit that out, this isn’t live.”

The cameraman nodded at her and three of you continued your now incredibly awkward interview. All Might breathed a small sigh and grabbed your hand, you couldn’t tell what the sigh was for.

—-///—-

You were also concerned about people questioning your actions, why were you so concerned about some girl touching All Might? It was such a obvious sign of jealously. Oh Well… at least she didn’t touch him again.

A small knock was pressed against your dressing room door and without a response it was opened, “Darling?”

All Might.

He stepped into your room and closer the door behind him as you turned to face him. He immediately deflated in front of you, leaving his skinny scrawny figure in place.

“Hi Love.” You sighed and walked over to him.

He quickly wrapped his long arms around you, pulled you close and began kissing your neck.

You blinked in shock, “Toshi?”

“Oh my Love. I never thought I’d ever see you jealous.” He whispered against you before biting down on you skin.

You moaned in delight, “S-So you’re not mad?”

“Why would I ever be mad Princess?” He laughed a bit, in his Skinny form his laugh sounded so good and didn’t burst your eardrum.

“Oh my Love…” Toshinori sighed again at the completely lewd sight of you and dropped to his knees.

He grabbed your thighs in his massive hands and gave your pussy a sweet kitten lick. You threw your head back and moaned again. He started kissing and licking you slowly before sucking.

God, his tongue felt good. You were going to lose yourself to it.

“Oh baby I want you so much…” Toshinori whispered in between eating you out, whilst pulling you closer and closer to his hungry mouth, scaring you for a brief second into thinking you’d fall out of the chair.

It was dangerous but Toshi wouldn’t let you fall, ever.

You pulled his head up from your heat and he whined, “Toshi… I’m so empty now…you need to just fuck me…”

Your lewd expression and hushed tone only made him strain against his suit. Without thinking much, Toshinori stood up and ripped a hole into the crotch area of his Silver Age suit.

You gasped, “Toshi! Your suit!”

“This suit can be fixed, Dear. But later I’ll need you to go to my dressing room and bring back something to wear when we’re done.” He smiled softly while pulling you up and out of the chair.

Toshinori picked up the chair by the armrests and placed it against the door, locking you both in. He turned back to you and smiled again.

“Fuck…” Toshinori whispered, he was incredibly turned on by the sight of you bent over showing him everything you had to offer.

Toshinori then rubbed your aching entrance with his great throbbing cock. You whined for him to just put it in and he was happy to appease you.

Toshinori always started with slow gentle strokes only with the tip but that wasn’t good enough for you now, he had already worked you up from eating you out just a few seconds earlier and the idea of your fantasy had you too desperate now. So you whined again and tried to fuck yourself on his cock at the pace you need. Toshinori caught on pretty quickly and grabbed your hips and pulled you fully around him.

Because of the mirror, both of you were able to see each other’s faces. Toshinori’s brow full of sweat and mouth covered in your cum and his own salvia was godly. Not to mention his look of determination as he continued pounding you brought you closer and closer to edge.

“All Might!” You cried, not really hearing yourself over the sound of his balls slapping your cheeks.

But he heard you (and possibly some others in the building) and he groaned in your ear, “Princess! Oh my good little girl!”

Fuck!

He knew calling you ‘little girl’ made you crazy.

“Oh All Might please!” You begged.

You knew you sounded like a bad pornstar, but you didn’t care. You knew Toshi loved it and was about to give into your begging.

But before he could, the worst thing you could imagine happened next. A loud knock on the door.

“Miss?”

Both you and Toshinori froze and stared at each other in the mirror in fear and shook.

“Y-Yes?!” You answered.

“Miss, your driver is here waiting for you. They are outside.” It was likely one of the crew members of the station. They turned the door handle, shooting fear through you so bad you could scream, but it didn’t open.

The crew member must of wondered why the door wasn’t opening, considering none of the dressing room doors had locks on them for safety reasons, but didn’t ask why or for you to open the door and instead just let go of the handle.

“Oh o-okay…t-thank you. Out in a miiintue!” You quickly choked out.

“Great. Do you happen to know where Mr. All Might is? His car arrived first but he isn’t in his dressing room.”

“Nooo!” You whined.

You could see the see the evil smile on your boyfriend’s face in the mirror. No question, you were going to (try to) kick his ass after this.

“Ok, no worries. Thank you for coming Miss!”

Footsteps were heard leaving the door, presumably to go find your man. Toshinori laughed slightly and pulled your head back by your hair and started moving at the same fast pace he was before.

You groaned at the small pain and glared up at your soulmate, “You like torturing me, asshole?”

“Maybe a little.” He smiled.

“Oh please just make me cum, Toshinori.” You sighed, giving him your best doe eyed desperate-for-sex expression.

Your lover was more than happy to fulfil your request. This was definitely by far would be the best sex tape you two ever made.

—///—

Later on the two of you were getting ready for better, you had finally finished your night skin care routine and was headed back to you and Toshinori’s shared bedroom. He was still up reading a book in bed like usual, he looked and smiled when you walked into the room.

“Toshi,” You began as you got comfortable in the bed, “What changed your mind today?”

“About what, Love?” He asked and put his book away to pull you closer to him.

“When I told you about my sex dream, you said it wouldn’t happen.” You pouted at him.

Toshinori’s cheeks darkened, “Well, you got me all hot and bothered during the interview.”

“How?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I like to see you handle touchy women for me.” Toshinori smiled shyly now.

“Oh really?” You giggled, “You like having a jealous girlfriend?”

“A bit, yes.” He admitted.

“Aw… maybe I should set them straight more often.” You grinned and kissed his neck.

Toshinori shivered, both from the idea and the attention you was suddenly showing his neck, “Yes please…good girl.”

You felt your heat burn at his words as well as his erection grow under the duvet and you eagerly wanted to head down under the duvet. But you both still had something to say.

“I’m sorry love, I was just a little scared about people finding out about us, and being intimate outside our home has got us caught before…and I feel like we already take a big risk with recording our moments together.” Toshinori sighed.

“So you don’t want to record anymore?” You looked heartbroken.

“Oh no, Princess! Of course not!” He pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist (you could feel his lover’s boner, which you wonder if he forgot about), “I love have something to remind myself of our best moments.”

“We don’t have to record anymore if you’re worried it could get out.” You replied, still looking sad.

“Honey, that’s not what I was saying..” Toshinori kissed your head, “I love you and I love how excited you get by the camera. And I love watching our little videos.”

You looked up at him, “I love you Toshi. And I just want you to be comfortable.”

“I am comfortable, I’m always comfortable when I’m alone with you.” Toshinori smiled.

You turned to look at him and kissed one of his sunken cheeks, “Ok… so if I keep your female fans in line… what will you do for me?”

“What do you want love?” Toshinori asked.

“I want a reward, All Might.” You grinned and slowly stroked your lover’s excited friend.

“Little Princess… do you think my cock at full size is a good enough reward for being such a good girl for me?”

The camera got a very lovely shot of your wetness soaking through your sweatpants just from his words. You felt your cunt clench around nothing and you looked back at your lover.

“Yes please Daddy.”

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◈ 𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘪 𝘚𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

◈ 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Mirai is worried about coming back to his own agency after being handicapped during the Shie Hassaikai Raid. So you offer him the support a hero needs.

cw: fem!Reader, established marriage, mentions of disability/missing limb, smut, no dom/sub dynamics, body worship/praise, semi public (in his office), oral/deepthroating (m!receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, size kink, fluffy smut, semi edited word count: 4.2k

◈ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ◈

“So....” Bubblegirl rocked on the heel of her work boots and tried to grapple with the best of a worst situation literally sitting in front of her in the form of her boss, “Things are...about the same. We thought we’ve move things over so you could reach them easier with your...” She paused with a clear apologetic wince over such a topic. Unsure of how to address the literal missing arm in her boss’s familiar suit now as Mirai was down an entire arm as well as a few other hindrances that would not make this at all an easy transition to a new setup for the hero of the agency.

“This is fine.” Mirai spoke softly without lifting his head up from his lap, “Really. It’s- Thank you Bubblegirl.”

Stagnant air between old hero and side kick. Or well better to say Bubblegirl was the acting hero now of the agency. Nighteye would just be known as a brand name from this point on as he was unable to preform his duties like before. Still able to help in the criminal investigations department after so many people begged him to look on the bright side of it all. This outcome wasn’t the one set in stone he’d perceived. But the one outcome he should not have been melancholy about as the other option was loosing his life. Still though, as Mirai looked over his desk with things shifted out of place he couldn’t replace the sting of this fate even if the other result was his death.

“Oh!” Bubblegirl popped off with a reminder, “Your wife- She said she’ll be in a little late but intends to work later today if you’re up for it. What would you like me to tell her anything Sir?”

Mirai finally lifted his gaze from the disarray on his desk. Trademark scowl pinched behind his glasses no matter what. He gave it a thought then shook his head, “No. I know she’ll be in soon so I can wait to speak with her. Thank you though Bubblegirl.”

There was a nod and a polite excuse as she tried to delicately put that she was needed on patrol and more active duties. Something Mirai didn’t foresee himself ever doing again. Even without foresight. Saturated with a sour complacency of this accepted role Mirai sighed when the door shut behind his former sidekick. And went about trying to figure out the best placement for his belongings in his desk since he was down an appendage.

Absolutely no need for his quirk when it came to you. Mirai was scrutinizing the placement of his stapler when his office room doors opened without a polite knock first. No one was gutsy enough to do that aside from you so the man didn’t see a need to look up as he shifted his stapler a little to the right, “Good morning my love, I see you stopped at that bakery like the first opening of the agency.”

“Mirai-” You hadn’t even opened the sealed box of pastries yet when stepping into the room to make sure the door shut behind you, “What were you told about using your quirk?”

His brows pinched behind the rim of his golden glasses Mirai stared down his stapler with where it sat next to his rubber seal stamp before looking up over the edge of his glasses to you setting the box down on the bookshelf closest to the door, “I didn’t need my quirk. You did the same thing on opening day six and a half years ago.”

“Then you’ll know....” You cracked open the freshly packed box and scooped up the one you agonized over picking for your husband. Just to set it down on his desk like a proud little food trophy with a beaming smile to match when Mirai sat up right in his desk chair, “That I as excited about today as I was back then.”

While the past did tend to repeat itself. This time was not the case. Mirai’s sour look one would mistake as an angered glare was forefront on his face. Making your own smile wither and fade until you were frowning and coming around to his side of the desk.

You leaning back against the edge of his desk with your arms folded over your chest to meet his gaze. Mirai leaning back, head tipped to the edge of his chair to avoid your gaze and a sigh leaving his thin lips. The two of you stayed in that melancholic state before you’d had enough.

“...listen, if this is too much,” You tugged the napkin the pastry sat on closer to you as your gaze drifted to the rest of your husband’s unorganized desk, “We can go back home. Bubblegirl said she’s got it. We can take baby steps and-”

“It’s not that.” Mirai finally conveyed. Hunching back over in his chair with a groan. Leaning towards you as he raised his one remaining hand to rub at his face and bump his glasses out of the way in doing so, “The agency. The heroes here. The work...It’s all just-”

Reaching out to pick your husband’s glasses off his face. You folded them just to set them gently down next to the pastry you’d gotten especially for him. Knowing this is how the first day would turn out even if he’d said it was fine this morning when you tied his tie, “Listen to me.” You grabbed his face and made him look at you, “Are you listening to me?” Mirai was looking at you but on the verge of an eyeroll that he knew better than to give you. So he held still as you squished his cheeks between your palms and he’d his face closer to yours as he slouched over in his chair, “You are wanted here. People asked about you. Constantly. Everyone knows this won’t be the same. And so should you.”

“But-”

“And not being the same is ok.” You spoke over him. Dragging your thumb over his cheek as you couldn’t help admire and smile about your husband’s endearing cranky look on his face, “We don’t know what it’s going to be like and that’s alright. We didn’t exactly know what it was going to be like opening the agency either. But we did it, didn’t we?”

You were so profusely right that Mirai swore you had the foresight sometimes. While his nerves of opening a new agency weren’t exactly the ones he was feeling now. There was still discomfort in those first new budding days as well. How he’d forgotten that so quickly. Just to be reminded of it now as he sat facing you and the unknown of a future he hadn’t seen play out with his quirk.

To answer your question Mirai slowly nodded. Face still resting in your palms but when he acknowledge question he couldn’t help but dwell on the difference, “That was experience gained as a hero. This is now....The way I am...It’s not-”

“It’s not the same. I know.” You cradled one cheek with your palm as you reached up to card your fingers through his neatly brushed hair. Smiling to yourself when a piece fell from the rest and gave him the closest thing to a rakish look you ever knew him to have. While he wasn’t smiling you wouldn’t let that dampen your own grin, “But ya still got me. And you’ll always be my hero.”

Leaning into you with a sigh Mirai rested his head against your chest. Hearing the beat of your heart and letting it sedate something in him when he closed his eyes. Your warmth and rhythmic beating doing better to calm him down than the speech was. You took that as a sign and hugged him close to you. Hands dipping down his back. Gingerly running up and down between his shoulder blades. With the occasional drift of your fingertips over his trimmed up neckline. You continued to rub his back and hold him close until what tension you could feel in his shoulders was slowly melting away little by little.

“...hey,” You murmured with your lips against the top of his head, “You remember what we did that first day in your office when you officially opened the agency?”

That inclination brought back a vivid memory of that. One that made him stiffen up even under your delicate touch and his yellow eyes snapping open to the thought, “No. Absolutely not- That was a one time thing-”

“Oh no it wasn’t!” You didn’t contain your cackle as you lifted up his face from your bosom and grinned down at him, “We did it so many times in this office!”

“After hours!” Mirai interjected with abrupt clarification.

“We did it during hours too.” You added with a sly grin and a boop to his nose, “Cuz real heroes need stress relief sometimes, remember?”

He was not buying it. Lips set in a stern line and the glasses no longer on his face to hide the scowl. Mirai darted his eyes from you casually over to the door like you wouldn’t have noticed. But it was painfully obvious.

“Are you checking to see if I locked the door??” You pestered with a grin.

He saw exactly what he’d expected to. Which was the latch turned down in the lock position, “When did you-”

“Always keeping you on your toes.” You whispered as you leaned in to kiss the exposed part of your husband’s neck tucked against his pressed shirt collar. Rightfully earning a shudder from him and his one arm coming up to grab your side not to push you away but to give him something to squeeze as goosebumps blossomed all over his skin, “Thought you could use the morning pick me up that came with the pastries.”

Mirai let his head tilt back against the edge of his chair. Prominent adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the moan you were about to draw out of him. No insistence to tell you to stop though. In fact it seemed like an invitation when he squeezed your side with his broad hand and spread his legs a little so you could kneel into the seat of the chair and of course into him. Just the minor groan of protest from the office chair when you continued to pepper kisses all the way up and down his neck and over his throat with care.

Placing them each where you wanted them to be. And kissing his skin with earnest love until he’d make a low noise of approval and you’d move onto the next spot to do the exact thing. Slowly inching your hand up to his shirt buttons after pushing aside his grey suit for access to his chest. Giving you more skin to kiss on when you studiously undid each of his shirts buttons. With them slowly undone. Taking the time to studiously undo each button and kiss right where it sat on his chest. You looked up at Mirai when you were one button away from his scars. No hesitation in your acts but you searched his face for the approval that he was comfortable. When a shy tug of smile made it’s way onto his lips, you knew you were in the clear to continue.

Just like those kisses laid on his neck and down his shoulders. You slipped the buttons open to push away the last bit of his shirt. Twisted scar tissue healed over but not forgotten. The contrast of shiny skin that formed the scars and the wrinkles of puckered pale skin where the ridges of the knots of flesh gave him some discomfort. Not that Mirai held himself up to a physical standard outside just general health. No these made him feel guilty. Made him recall his failures as a hero and as the mentors to those kids. Even when all wounds, physical and emotional, were healing over. He still struggled to be ok with the memories that riddled his new body.

“I love this part,” You murmured against the top of where his biggest scar started, “And this part.” Kissing down his stomach like you’d done so many times before. Intoxicating scent of his skin and the cologne he always wore. You honestly didn’t care that he looked a little different. To you this was still very much the man you were in love with all these years, “I love all of it.” Your breath tickled his navel and Mirai couldn’t help the tightening grip on the arm of his chair. Glasses reflecting the lights above making it so you couldn’t see all his expressions. The way he gripped the chair, slid down a little when you came to rest between his thighs and the very obvious tent in his grey slacks were more than enough to tell you what a good job you were doing. With that in mind and a smile on your lips, you leaned in and kissed the last bit of skin above his waistband, “I love all of you, Mirai.”

That was enough to stir him from his hazy enjoyment of your attention. Tipping his head back so to look down at you. Something akin to a dusting of tears on his lashes when he pursed his thin lips as though not trying to cry, “....Thank you.” Was all he managed in a low voice.

It only made you smile bigger. How you loved this man at every stage of life still eluded you.

Pressing your nose against the crotch of his slacks you felt him twitch under the layer of clothing at such brash attention. Nuzzling his tented pants before sitting back and pinching the zipper tongue to slowly but surely free his aching cock that had been pressing into the teeth of his zipper since you gave Mirai that first kiss to his neck. A moan of relief left his previously pursed lips. Ravenous for more of him you palmed your husband’s thighs and rubbed your thumb along the thickest part of them before using that leverage to pull his work suit down. Getting it completely out of the way as to save it from a mess you were about to make.

With a cupped hand running up and down the side of his thinly clothed cock. You couldn’t help the kiss to the wet tip as he leaked into the fabric. A throaty, needy groan leaving him as Mirai tipped his head back again. Swimming in the pleasure you wanted more.

Waistband of his briefs pulled down and the length of his aching cock was free to tap against his navel and twitch against the cool air. Greedy about him you opened your mouth as wide as possible as you drug the fat flat part of your tongue up his underside. Flicking your tongue along his tip and getting the bead of precum threatening to roll down. In doing so Mirai couldn’t help the slight buck to his hips and extending his legs out as he got more comfortable in his office chair. Very happy with his reaction you took his cock in your hand, circling your fingers around the base like he loved just to engulf all you could fit in your mouth. Years of practice and still half way down it was hitting the back of your throat. Forcing your tongue to ungulate under his cock as you tried to swallow the spit pooling around him in your mouth.

With hollowed out cheeks and eyes cast up towards him. You slurped up his length without a care how loud it was. Tongue washing over every inch of him until you made it back to his tip. Slimy with precum and spit. You encouraged his own noises as you moaned as you gave him a few good strokes with your free hand and used your tongue to swirl around every inch of his sensitive head. Mirai responding in full as he caressed the back of your head and let the low moans rumble in his chest. Cock twitching against your tongue you slowed down your stroking and replaced it once again with your mouth. Taking him as far down as you could. Until his cock pushed against the back of your throat and made your tongue salivate. Holding it all in though even with the bit of tears making your eyes water when he brushed the back of your throat. Mirai always so sweet to insist you didn’t need to deep throat him. When in reality, it only made you wetter every time you were face to face with the simple fact he was too big for your mouth. It was once again one of the many things you loved about him in regards to everything else.

Wasting away on his cock. You could keep this up until your lips were numb and he was sucked dry. Even as you felt your own wetness growing between your legs. The slight breeze from under his was desk enough to remind you of your own arousal. But just as you were about to tuck your hand between your thighs to play with yourself as you sucked him off. Mirai let out a drawn out groan that meant he was far too close to cumming. Popping your lips off his cock and licking up the bit of drool off him you looked up at him from between his legs with your tongue lazily drawing circles over his tip, “You know.....we could fuck.”

Tensing his hand and letting out a groan Mirai couldn’t help the twitch in his cock each time your tongue swished over him. Not enough to cum. But too much to make him think totally rationally, “We- Fuck- I don’t have any-”

“Mirai.” You said with an out of character sternness. But when his yellow eyes fell on you the hero found you smiling up at him with your lips pressing a small kiss to his cock head, “Aren’t we trying to get pregnant?”

Shit, how could he have forgotten. It literally didn’t matter if either of you had protection. You both would have tossed it out the window anyways. Like that was a switch Mirai quickly bent down to smash his lips onto yours. Ignoring the taste of his own musky precum clinging to you. Only desperate to feel his tongue wrestle with yours as the kiss turned heated. His hand up against your cheek. Yours cupping his face in them. Refusing to break the kiss even if it was messy when Mirai slowly ushered you back up from your knees.

No longer between his thighs. Instead trying to shimmy out of your bottoms and discarding your underwear completely. The way your tongues slipped against one another never stopped even when the taller man encouraged you into his lap. Straddling Mirai’s narrow hips with your legs. Thankfully such a big man would need such a big chair. You were able to get on top of him with protest only from the same old office chair.

“I love you.” You whispered frantically against his lips.

“I love you too.” Mirai held onto you with his one arm slung around you best he could manage. Only forcing the two of you to be closer which neither minded one bit.

With his arm around you best he could manage. And planted as firmly on the chair and his lap as you could. It was up to you to reach down and line yourself up against his poor leaking cock. With golden eyes watching you Mirai expected you to lean back. But did not expect you to lean back that far. Confused and trying to not let you slip when you began fishing through the top drawer of his desk.

“What are you-”

“Yes!” You unbelievably pulled out a pocket sized vibrator. One he hadn’t seen even after fussing his desk to death this morning. When you came back with it in your hand and your husband giving you an unbelievable look. All you did was click it’s travel setting off and grinned with the hum of the vibrator between your fingers, “What? For emergencies.”

“And this, is an emergency?” Mirai didn’t know to be impressed or concerned about what else might have been hidden around his office now. Those thoughts were thrown out the window though when he felt not only the curl of your fingers around his cock but the immediate gooey warmth of his cockhead pressing into your entrance. And just like a glove he slipped into you with a groan of relief and one of your own sitting back on his cock. Maybe you couldn’t swallow all of him. But you were more than happy to have all of him in other places.

“Shit-” You growled resting back and wiggling your ass on him to make sure all of him was in, “Fuck- Mirai-”

A sharp inhale and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. Leaned forward in his chair with a slight hunch. Putting his lips to your soft neck was all he could do to contain himself when your walls tightened around him. Where the hero thought he would have a moment to adjust to the new overwhelming sensation of your cunt drawing him in even more after bottoming out in you. He was sorely mistaken when you shifted in his lap and the renewed sound of the vibrator had him looking down at your work.

With the tip of the familiar toy pressed to your clit he was able to feel its workings almost immediately when you tightened around him. Warmth making him want to melt and his need to cum immensely overpowering. It must have been written all over his face though as you began to move on his lap.

“Fuck- Fuck this feels-” Your thighs trembled with a wave of pleasure as the vibrator did it’s job on your clit with your husband buried deep within you, “God it feels good- Mirai- Mirai move- Please- Fuck-”

He was without an arm. Not without both his legs. A rut up of his hips and Mirai fell into a comfortable position to thrust up into you. Driving his already long cock right against your cervix. Spasming walls threatening to milk him dry and he hadn’t even set up a rhythm yet. Perhaps your hidden tricks were a good idea. With the muffled moans and the slap of skin against each other as you bounced on his cock right when he would push up into you. The both of you were like horny teenagers racing towards the finish line before you knew it.

“Already-” He groaned into the crook of your neck, “Shit-”

“Fuck shut- Shut up-” You bounced harder and more erratically on his lap as your walls threatened to tighten and your clit was screaming at you to just let yourself cum, “You- You’re gonna cum too-”

Panting against your collar bone Mirai tightened his arm around you. Bringing your bodies as close as possible and leaving his thrusts to turn more into deep ruts when you clenched around him. Too close to his euphoria the man shook his head at your words and pulled away just enough to mash his lips onto yours when he couldn’t speak. Force of his thrusts had Mirai feeling his sanity leave him in a moments notice. He was so glad to hear you already hitting your peak before he did. The crash of your orgasm only heightening yours. Loud muffled moans into each other’s lips. Your walls tightened around him in the worst way as he without a second thought seeded every inch of you as deep as possible. Too far inside you to allow any to drip out. You sat back panting and his cock plugging his cum safely inside you when you both tried to regain your senses.

With an out of breath goofy smile on your face you extended your arms out to drape them over your husband’s shoulders. His one arm stayed loosely around your waist as you adjusted on his lap but refused to get off him just yet. Savoring the feeling of his warmth inside you and the closeness. Leading you to lean into him and kiss him tenderly until the tickle of your shared breath signaled you’d both slipped away just enough for words to fill the gap between you.

“...it’s not the same,” You whispered against his cheek when you spared a gentle kiss on his cheek. Making him look up at you as you held his face, “But I still have you so, I know it will be ok.”

Taking in a well deserved deep breath. The name but no longer the face of Nighteye agency gave a slow nod as the weight of something new and unknown settled on him, “Thank you.”

His words made you cock a crook smile at him even as you remained sitting on his cock in his lap, “Don’t thank me. You’ve always been my number one hero.”

“Not for the hero thing,” Mirai mumbled when he moved forward to press his forehead against you, “Just...for everything.”

Encircling your arms around his head you kissed the top of his well brushed hair before rubbing your cheek against it and holding him close as everything suddenly felt normal for the first time in a while, “I love every part of you, now and forever.”

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peachymilkandcream · 3 months

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Fraud | Part 1 | Yandere All Might x Hero!Reader

(A/N: So I decided to start this instead of the Reiner one (which I have some drafts off for the future don't worry. But I'm currently rewatching the show right now so I'm just particularly more inspired by this one. So if/when I do the AOT one I'm not sure. Most likely not for a while unless I feel super inspired by it. And if so I'll probably write it all out and then post it on an additional day once a week. Since I usually post Break Me Slowly on Monday and now this on Tuesday, if I decide to do it I most post it on a Wednesday basis. I'm not sure. Also this won't follow canonical story line! For a little background, reader's hero name is Shade, and their quirk is that they can create shadow copies of their enemies. But thank you for reading and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, power imbalance, age difference, etc.

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The world's symbol of peace and justice, a hero for all. Great and mighty. People all across the world knew him, he was the ultimate authority on this planet. Respected and revered.

All Might. The Symbol of Peace.

As a pro, Shade of course respected him above all other heroes, he was the ultimate role model that everyone should look up to and adore. Admittedly that had to do with her desire to become just like him since she was a bit of a fangirl. But regardless, there was nothing so bad about wanting to follow his ideals, was there?

She was determined to meet him one day and make an impression. Hopefully, he would see her talent and invite her to be one of his sidekicks. It wouldn't be totally uncommon, Sir Nighteye was already his right hand man, surely a hero as busy as him could use some more help to keep Japan in its state of reigning peace.

Ever since she was little she dreamed of becoming a pro just like him, she enjoyed watching his battles and keeping up with the news of his latest feats to inspire herself even on her daily commute, who wouldn't want a chance to impress their idol by embodying the same ideals he has?

Besides, her success as a pro was...lacking, to say the least. Her quirk was impressive enough, creating shadows of her enemies and even comrades to fight with her in battle. However the problem lied with the fact that some people believed her quirk seemed rather villainous from outward perspective, apart from some of the teens who enjoyed more intense heroes she had a small fanbase. Most of the ones who did follow her stopped after they discovered her personality didn't match her hero persona at all.

A boost from All Might's agency would really help her brand.

Eventually she could go out more on her own and maybe in form a team with her new found friend and mentor.

"Wake up Shade! Unless you want to be sprayed with acid in the face!?"

On the scene of the crime several pros faced off against a dastardly villain, his quirk was to spew acid from his mouth, and the power of it was disintegrating her shadows. It always seemed like the moment she had a chance to make a name for herself it was against a villain who completely outmatched her quirk type.

"I'm awake, okay? I've got it."

Nothing was able to touch this villain, all hope seemed to be lost until the laugh she had gotten so familiar with filled the air.

"Fear not citizens, hope has arrived!"

An expression of wonder and awe comes across her face when the gust of wind followed by the monstrous form of the Number One Hero steps into the scene.

"Because I am here."

One punch is all it ever took for the criminals to surrender and admit defeat, but this was the first time she had seen him in a professional setting, he was even more amazing then she ever could have believed!

Now was her chance to become a hero just like him.

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"Well done fellow pros, that evil-doer was certainly a heavy hitter, but all of your valiant efforts to keep the peace are much appreciated." His smile never wavered.

"You were amazing All Might, I think I can speak for all of us when we say thank you for saving our butts back there. None of our quirks were really suited for it." Shade's giddy expression never left, truly in awe of the man before her.

"Anytime, but I don't think I've seen you before, still a newbie I take it."

She blushes ever so slightly. "Yes sir, I'm just starting out, my hero name is Shade, it's super nice to meet you-"

"The pleasure is all mine ma'am," His stare was piercing, as if deciding if she really was a hero. "now I must be off, a hero's always got somewhere to be!"

With that he flew off, leaving her behind even more inspired than before.

"He's the most amazing hero in the universe, one day I'll be just like him-"

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All Might returned to Nighteye religiously pouring over his computer screen, only around his sidekick could the hero's mask fall slightly. His smile disappearing.

"Excellent work on that takedown, your approval rating keeps going up."

"I want you to do something for me. There's a new hero in town, goes by Shade. A newcomer. Find out everything you can about her."

"Why? Another one of your little projects?"

"You could say that."

"All Might this is twice this year now."

"Does that matter? It's not my fault the last ones couldn't handle me."

He rolls his eyes. "I'll find what I can. But go easy this time, alright? I barely was able to cover it up last time."

"Agreed. I'll be more careful."

He shut the door behind him to his personal quarters, staring down at the city below. Being the strongest in the world came with a deep sense of dissatisfaction, he was untouchable, unbreakable.

He needed something to break.

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faulty-writes · 4 months

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[ Alright, this is a day late from my usual posting schedule. But here it is, the second and final part of this request. I hope you enjoy it. As a friendly reminder, this request features a female reader. ]

[ Continuing to follow your vengeance against Chisaki, you leave Height’s Alliance in the middle of the night. However, unknown to you, Tenya is right on your tail as you make your way to the forest. After a bit of stumble and an argument, he shows you what your future will look like if you continue your plan. Who knew your own quirk would be your downfall? ]

You tried to relieve the tension of your backpack straps digging into your shoulders as you continued down the darkened forest path. In addition, your back was sore from having spent hours hunched over your desk researching Kai Chisaki and his organization, Shie Hassaikai.

Your research efforts paid off because you had a vague idea of his and the organization’s whereabouts. Even if it was wrong, you weren’t planning on returning until you achieved your goal. Be it misguided. Part of you still couldn’t believe you were doing this, but the pain raging inside your heart said otherwise.

It told you to keep going until you died which might be the result of your vengeful pursuit. Regardless of this, you continued walking. The chilly air against your skin caused goosebumps to rise. You tightened your grip around the flashlight you held that shined off the dew-covered leaves resting on the ground.

Although the beam of light could make you become easily detected, it was also easy to disappear with the flick of the switch. The distant cries of animals echoed eerily through the trees, making your stomach churn.

‘Come on, now isn’t the time to give into your fears,’ you tried to convince yourself and took notice of the musky scent of earth with subtle undertones of pine that helped you calm down. A distant hum broke your thoughts and made you pause.

You knit your eyebrows as you continue to listen, trying to identify the noise. It reminded you of a drum...wait no. It wasn’t a drum. More like an engine, several. Your eyes widened and your thumb quickly slid over the flashlight button, casting you into darkness.

You then ran to a nearby tree and crouched behind it, waiting in silence to see what or who was making its way down the path. Was it the teachers? Had they found out you were missing and sought your return at all costs? Well, you couldn’t let that happen.

You’d wait all night if you needed to. However, a heavy scent, like car exhaust began to permeate through the air making your nose wrinkle. You noticed a lack of headlights as you stared down the path, perplexing you. But as the sound grew closer, it was accompanied by loud stomping.

You knit your eyebrows. If it wasn’t a car or any other type of wheeled vehicle and footsteps emitted from it, what was it? There was only one explanation, and honestly, you should have known he would come after you before you could accomplish what you wanted.

You clenched your jaw, damn it. The tree’s rough texture dug into your back, but you refused to move. If you got caught, your plan would be ruined, and you couldn’t let that happen. The wind picked up as Tenya closed in on your location.

Wrapping your arms around your head, you felt your hair dance like wildfire and your clothes flap dramatically. It was like being caught in the eye of a hurricane. As the wind current swirled around you, it caused the trees’ branches to tremble, swirling leaves and sticks everywhere.

A minute later, you slumped against the tree and slowly lowered your arms from your head. You looked around, making sure the forest was still intact, and used the tree for support as you stood. You pressed your opposite hand to your chest, aware of your heart’s erratic beat.

After that traumatic event, it was understandable that your blood pressure might be high. But you shook your head, trying to recollect your thoughts and focus. ‘Right, the mission’ you thought before realizing you had dropped your flashlight.

“What!?” You exclaimed before clamping your hands over your mouth. Once again, Tenya slowed his pace down. His legs trembled and threatened to give out from underneath him even as he leaned over and panted softly. Sweat beads dripped from his forehead, plopping onto the ground below.

Despite the cold air against his skin, he wiped his brow and looked up at the sky. The stars above him twinkled, and he knew some time must have passed while he was searching for you. He also knew he was breaking several curfew rules.

If Mr. Aizawa or any other of the instructors at Yuuei High found out he, Eijirou, and Tsuyu were also missing and wandering out at night they would be severely punished. Still, that was nothing compared to the punishment he would feel in his heart if he failed to find and save you.

“Hm?” He paused when he thought he had heard something and curiously looked back down the path. He narrowed his eyes, carefully listening. You swallowed and looked back and forth, despite only seeing faint tree outlines.

Still, your voice echoed through the darkness, and you wondered if it caught Tenya’s attention. However, now wasn’t the time to think about that. Carefully, you peered from behind the tree, looking down the path in the direction Tenya passed by.

The musky scent of his exhaust pipes still lingered in the air, making your nose wrinkle. It appeared the coast was clear and so you continued down the path but there was something in your way. Maybe a rock or a root. Whatever it was, you tripped and landed on the ground with a loud thud.

The sound carried, and no doubt alerted Tenya, if he wasn’t alerted already. “Damn it!” You hissed. The fact you no longer had your flashlight meant very little to you at this moment. ‘Screw it! I’ll just run back the way I came and go around the forest!’ You thought frantically and stumbled to get back up.

The dirt underneath your feet grips onto your shoes, dragging you down and preventing you from getting proper traction. You only managed to run a short distance before hearing a loud piercing noise, like a gun going off. Panic consumed you, making you slip and fall again.

Dirt and mud clung to your arms and hands, soaking into the fabric of your shirt, and covering you in a palette of brown hues. You clenched your jaw, letting a soft growl admit. “No, no, no!” You shouted, far past the point of caring if anyone or anything heard you.

Your plan could not fall apart now! You reached forward, desperately digging your hand into the soil even as the familiar sound of rapid footsteps and lingering exhaust grew stronger. You grunted when you forced yourself back up, but it was too late.

You hissed in response to another whirlwind that kicked up leaves, twigs, and dirt. All of which clung to your body thanks to the mud. You shielded your eyes, waiting for everything to die down before lowering your arms. There, in front of you, stood Tenya. It was evident that he was exhausted.

His cheeks were reddened, and his hair was a sloppy mess. You noticed the sweat that glistened off his forehead in the faint moonlight and the sound of his shallow breathing. Well, at least he looked like a mess too.

Of course, that wasn’t the important thing here. Rather you had to figure out what you were supposed to do now. It was possible to run, but Tenya would catch you. The idea of fighting him came to mind, but you couldn’t hurt someone you cared about. Were you at an impasse?

You tried to step back, but Tenya’s stern expression and burning red glaze conveyed a clear message, ‘Move and I will not hesitate to detain you.’ So, you remained still, gazing at each other. The tension in the air grew thick as was the lingering silence.

“Mm…” You latched onto your bottom lip which began to quiver. ‘This silence is killing me...’ you thought, shifting on your feet. He was a statue before you, unwilling to move, or crumble. A growl rumbled in your throat again.

“You’re not stopping me!” You shouted, breaking the silence, and ignoring how your voice echoed. However, he remained unphased as if you had never yelled at him in the first place. Instead, he stepped forward. His breathing was more stable now, and he was not in the mood to play games. “I am afraid I must disagree,” he stated.

His voice seething with anger. His hands curled at his sides, and you could hear his knuckles crack. “It is my duty as Class President, and your dearest friend to prevent you from harming others and performing actions that will result in ill consequences,” he stated, making your shoulders slump momentarily.

“Huh? Wait…” Your glance turned down, and the memory of when you bumped into him in the hallway came. ‘Well...I should have seen this coming.’ You cursed yourself for not snatching the notebook away before Tenya could read it.

“The only ill consequences that will occur tonight are if you don’t move out of my way!” You hissed, baring your teeth at him. He maintained a stern expression, however. “Do you not understand that your rebellious actions will have dire consequences for your life!?” He said with a raised voice despite knowing it was rude.

“There is the potential that you will lose your hero student status. I fear to think of what will occur if you were to lose your life at that,” he muttered, his hands trembling. “Don’t lecture me about the consequences!” You growled. It’s not like he understands what it feels like to have the one closest to you die.

Yes, you knew what happened to his brother, but Tensei was still alive! Not buried six feet underground like your father. “I don’t care about the consequences. I’d rather do something than sit back and let Chisaki get away with what he did!” You screamed, tears swelling in your eyes.

Tenya sighed and approached you with open arms, but you pushed him away. He frowned and readjusted his glasses. “I am more than certain that Chisaki and the members that made up the Shie Hassaikai have been properly apprehended,” or so he assumed.

He knew very little apart from what Izuku informed him. “I don’t care!” You hissed, your body trembling from the anger and sadness that swelled in your chest, aching for a way out. You clenched your jaw, and stiffened your body, to stop the trembling.

You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your teeth together until they hurt. Tenya again stepped forward and decided that being slightly more forceful this time would be beneficial. “Y/n!” He shouted, desperately grasping your shoulders.

However, his twisted expression faded when you opened your eyes. They were now pitch-black, except for your pupils, which were now a fluorescent purple and had abnormal rings sparkling in them, almost like camera lenses. He paused, stunned that you had activated your quirk.

Unlike your father’s that allowed him to see another person’s future and required 24 hours to recharge, yours worked on manifestation and you could use it up to three times a day. It was almost funny to think that your father used to believe his visions were as accurate as could be.

However, this was disproven shortly after he faced Chisaki to rescue Eri. He then hypothesized that quirks could affect the accuracy of his quirk, meaning that his visions were, in fact, not 100% accurate. Likewise, yours weren’t either.

But if someone hoped, prayed, or was determined that a certain outcome would happen, you could see their potential future if they chose to take the path they wanted. It would be helpful if you could use your quirk on yourself, but the only way that was possible is if you were in someone else’s manifestation.

Even so, you were happy to help others see the multiple life roads that lie before them. “He took everything from me!” You snapped, foaming at the mouth as you glared at Tenya. His throat tightened, and the tension in the air skyrocketed.

This was a very delicate situation, and he contemplated how to respond. He needed to be precise with his words. He needed to ensure they were firm but didn’t add fuel to the fire. But how could that be possible? What could he say to ease your anger? Should he be understanding?

Should he convince you that your hero’s heart would not allow you to do what you desired? He took a deep breath. “I understand your desire for retribution,” he said, his voice holding a firm tone to it. He watched your expression soften, even though there was still anger in it. In addition, your eyes continued to glow black and purple.

“Furthermore, I understand your grief,” he added, hoping that drawing on his compassionate nature would somehow convince you to cease and desist. “I once made the mistake of allowing hatred to cloud my judgment, to overtake my hero’s heart for a brief moment,” he said, keeping his hands on your shoulders.

“I only realized how foolish my actions to apprehend Stain was when it resulted in my friend’s receiving injuries,” he said, glancing down. “I caused innocent blood to be spilled, and I regret it,” he sighed and looked up. The stars continued to sparkle as if they were listening to the conversation.

“Even now, I do not believe I will measure up to what it means to be a true hero. Yet, Midoriya, in particular, continues to attempt to convince me otherwise,” he admitted, “he is a worthy rival and friend.” He focused his attention back on you.

“To surpass him with everything I have is my goal, and I am most certain that he would take whatever precautionary measures possible to prevent the one he cares about from falling down a grave path,” he explained, looking you in the eye.

Once again you tried pushing him away, but unlike before, he didn’t budge. He buckled his knees, digging his feet into the ground. Yes, he would not let you push him away. “I don’t care! Don’t you see that!? Let me go!” You demanded, wiggling like mad to get his hands off your shoulders.

Tenya grimaced and before you could register what had happened, the world around you spun, and you felt the painful impact of a tree against your back. Tenya glared at you, purposely pressing his body against yours to keep you pinned to said tree.

“Forgive me,” he said, “but I believe the proper way to respond to your behavior was to temporarily disable your efforts to escape,” he stated, making you growl again. “I need to avenge my father! He died in vain!” You hissed and resumed wiggling like an injured animal.

“And do you believe that by engaging in vengeance you are properly preserving your father’s legacy!?” He snapped and watched as your eyes returned to normal. “What?” You asked flatly. “My father was a great man an-” Tenya lowered his face to yours and you looked at him bewildered, not used to someone being so close to you.

“The importance of preserving your father’s legacy is surely worth more than succumbing to hatred to achieve it. Do you not realize what will happen if-” he sighed, his stomach twisting. He detested repeating himself and instead, tried to employ another tactic.

“If you were to go through with your vengeance, what do you believe the results of such actions will bring?” He asked and ignored your eyes rolling. “Perhaps a demonstration is in order,” he stated, stepping back. You held your breath, and a dull ache coursed through your back, but you were otherwise alright.

He held his hand out to you. “Hm?” You looked at it, raising your eyebrow. “I believe I can provide you with the proper manifestation if you were to allow yourself to go down this path,” he stated. Was he suggesting you use your quirk on him? How could he possibly show what your future looked like?

You frowned, your gaze lingering on his hand. Then again, it was possible that because he went through something similar, he could easily shift reality in a sense. This could allow you to see a vision of the future he believed would happen if you continued down this path.

“Mm…” you hesitantly reached out, partly surprised he was allowing you to touch him despite the dirt that covered your person. Your stare lingered on him for a moment before slowly laying your hand in his and you activated your quirk.

Like a movie cinema, you could see a scene unfolding before you. Everything was white, and a soft ringing echoed before color filled the image. You knit your eyebrows, uncertain of what you were seeing. A moment passed before you realized it was a jail cell.

The walls were painted a dull gray, with a few black streaks across them that resembled claw marks. As if the person inside or someone who was there previously had tried to claw their way out. The flooring looked rough and had an odd texture as if it was made of rocks.

Next, in the center of the room, was a chair. An individual occupied it, their arms bound behind their back with metal chains and handcuffs encircling their wrists. You narrowed your eyes, trying to make sense of what or who you were seeing.

You noticed that they also wore a metal clasp over their mouth, preventing them from speaking and that they were dark and full of hatred. But their gaze was focused forward. ‘Is that supposed to be me?’ You thought. Apparently, in Tenya’s future manifest, you ended up in prison.

The hatred you felt toward Chisaki and Shie Hassaikai had grown worse, taking over your mind and heart. A large glass window was in front of you, and a man stood on the other side. He looked very tall and muscular. But there was a certain gentleness about him.

He was dressed in a white futuristic space suit. It clung tightly to his chest and showed off every curve of his muscles apart from the bulky pieces that covered his forearms and shoulders. His gaze was intense yet held a sense of sadness and regret as he looked at you with his hand clasped over his jaw.

Glasses were absent from his face, and his bangs gently brushed against his nose bridge. You noticed he had specialized boots with six pieces that jutted out from the back of each one. ‘Tenya?’ You thought, wanting to reach out and touch him, but of course, since it was a vision you could only watch the events unfold.

He lowered his hand, and a sigh escaped him. “Perhaps it’s more beneficial for you to remain here,” he stated, and your heart sank. Was he saying he was giving up on you? Wait…that’s not the Tenya you know! You wanted to shout at him when he turned and walked away, but your voice was useless.

Your heart raced the further he walked away, and the vision faded. Your breath hitched, and you stumbled back, feeling the ground underneath you give in. You cried out, expecting to feel the harsh impact of the ground again.

Instead, a strong hand pulled you forward, and a grunt came when you collided with Tenya’s chest. His arm wrapped around your waist, preventing you from moving. “Y/n,” he said, trying to get you to look at him. However, it appeared you were still in shock at what had just happened or rather what you had just seen.

You felt your stomach twist. The anger that was previously directed at Chisaki and his organization was now directed at Tenya. Your hands curled into his shirt. “Y-you left me!” You screamed, your eyes watering over with hot tears as he looked at you bewildered.

“P-pardon?” He replied, gently guiding you and himself to the ground. You pounded your fist against his chest. “Y-you left me!” you choked out, struggling to catch your breath between soft hiccups. “J-just like hi…him!” You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth together as you leaned forward, letting your tears soak into his shirt.

He stiffened in response, wondering where this reaction came from. He did not know the extent of your quirk per se, and he could not see what you saw. But if he was the cause of this reaction, he pondered how dark the manifestation he had created was for you.

Did he leave you in the future you saw? His arm tightened around your waist while you continued to cry. No, he would never do that. Never. “I…apologize,” he said, although apologies meant very little now. He was aware not to make any subtle movements as he placed his free hand on your head, gently stroking your hair.

The sound of your crying made his heart sink. Even in the bitter chill of the night, he sought to provide you with warmth and reassurance. He pressed his head against yours and took a deep breath. “I would never leave you,” he assured, tightening his fingers in your hair.

He noticed the way you were trembling, and he understood that the loss of your father may have adversely affected you in more ways than one. Perhaps you now had the fear that everyone you cared for would leave you, but he would ensure to put such fears to rest.

“I give you my word as a hero and your dearest friend,” he said, pulling back to look at you. Your eyes were reddened, and the moonlight reflected off the moist surface of them. “Pardon,” he said, gently cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears. He noted that your face felt cold.

While it was a priority to get you back to the student housing, he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t attempt something foolish like this again. Furthermore, he wished to comfort you and cease your tears. “Perhaps we can craft a plan together?” he suggested.

“One that ensures your father’s vision and ideals continue to be upheld and that darkness shall never consume them,” you sniffled. “H-how?” You asked, having expected Tenya to give you a reasonable response. Instead, he remained silent.

“I believe that is something we can contemplate together,” he insisted after a long moment of thought. “However, we have accomplished the first step, for I could never allow you to succumb to such darkness,” he boldly said.

“And I insist that you allow me to escort you back to the Height’s Alliance.” Swallowing thickly, you felt embarrassment wash over you. It wasn’t a surprise that you didn’t want to go back. If everyone knew you were missing, the chances were that your teachers did as well.

Jeez, you could only imagine what they had to say to you. Would they judge you for what you attempted to do? Then again, when Tenya attempted to get his vengeance on Stain, your classmates and the teachers welcomed him back with open arms. Would they do the same for you?

You sniffled, staring blankly at Tenya’s chest as a few stray tears slid down your cheeks. “I assure you that our friends are waiting and searching for you,” he said. “L-looking for me?” you replied, looking at him with disbelief. He nodded.

“We…were concerned and had taken measures to ensure that you wouldn’t do anything foolish,” he said. He knew he may sound harsh, but that was the reality of the situation. “Eijirou and Tsuyu are currently searching for you. Midoriya is also aware you were missing,” he explained.

You narrowed your eyes, allowing silence to fill the space between you. So, he had found out about your plan, and your friends had taken precautions to ensure you couldn’t go through with it. Your throat tightened, and you sniffled.

Maybe it was true, your father wouldn’t approve of your actions, especially after what happened between him and All Might. You wanted to keep his legacy alive, and positively. Yes, maybe it would be difficult at first, but with the help of Tenya and the rest of your friends, you could do it.

You wiped your eyes, hissing at the icy bite left behind. You took a deep breath. “O-okay,” you said, leaning away to look him in the eye. “I think…maybe I can go back,” you said. Your voice was weak. Tenya stiffened as you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed yourself up.

Although your legs were shaking, and without much thought, Tenya stood. “Pardon,” he said before placing his hands on your hips, caring less that he too, was now covered in dirt and mud. “Do you require assistance with walking?” Or perhaps he could carry you, but that was a last drastic measure.

You took a moment and straightened your legs. “No, I…” Honestly, you weren’t sure, but Tenya picked up on your uncertainty and kept an arm wrapped around your waist while taking your free hand in his. “Pardon, but perhaps this is the safest way to escort you back to the dormitory,” he stated.

While you weren’t exactly comfortable, it seemed like he didn’t trust you to not run away. Regardless, you remained quiet as the two of you walked back down the path you had come from. The sound of leaves crunching underneath your feet sounded and you glanced at Tenya whose gaze was turned forward.

On occasion, he would glance at his hand which continued to hold yours firmly. You could only imagine how tired he was, pushing himself to his limits trying to find you. His face was still covered in sweat and the dirt you unintentionally smeared on him. “Mm,” you feel guilty.

However, he remained with a determined and stern expression, and you noticed his steps grew faster the nearer the two of you got to the end of the path. You knew from experience that when Tenya was focused on something, he tended to block out his surroundings.

“Hm,” this gave you the perfect opportunity to use your quirk. Taking a breath, you closed your eyes. Every time you activated it, you needed to wait an additional minute. Regardless, when you opened your eyes again, they were black and purple, and the cinema film rolled.

Unlike before, there was no dull and damp jail cell. Rather you appeared to be standing among your friends. Izuku, Tsuyu, Shoto, Uraraka, and Tenya. It looked like all of you were in some kind of agency. The walls were pure white, and everything looked polished and organized.

For a moment, you thought this was Tenya’s agency but soon realized it was your father’s. Centipeder, at some point in this future, must have handed the agency off to you. Your heart fluttered at the thought. Keeping your father’s legacy alive starts with caring for the agency he built.

Your friends were talking about something, perhaps a mission or lunch plans, but you weren’t sure. There was no sense of distress about whatever they were discussing, and the conversation went on for a few minutes with all of you smiling and laughing.

Then you watched all of them, except Tenya, bid you goodbye before leaving. You grinned and turned to him, noticing he smiled as he extended his hand. “Shall we depart as well?” He asked, and you drew your breath.

So, he was truthful when he said he’d never leave you, at least when you chose to keep your father’s legacy alive instead of acting on vengefulness. You watched yourself take his hand, and as he guided you out the door you noticed something else.

On the left side wall was a framed calligraphy with the words, ‘His legacy lives on through you’ accompanied by a portrait of your father. Even knowing why, you had that created, a feeling of joy erupted in your heart.

As cheesy as it may sound, living well might be the best revenge. At least in your case. Even if vengeance somehow grasped your heart again, it would not stay for long because you were Sir Nighteye’s daughter, and that’s all you ever needed to know.

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karume-everything-else · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023

Day 24: "You're better than this." "Am I?" [Reader x Sir Nighteye (Mirai Sasaki)] {My Hero Academia}

All the commotion about your possible status as a Pro Hero was starting to crash around your ears. So early in your career and you were still being harassed for the fact that your father was a villain. This wasn't good, none of it was helping you at all. Not even your lover could have seen this coming...

But he did show up at your apartment as soon as he saw the news. Mirai knew how the news could twist what was going on, how they would love to keep up the illusion of you being a villain. But none of that was true; Mirai knew you were a sweet and kind person, the furthest possible thing from a villain.

"Mir... I..." You couldn't keep yourself from crying, "This..."

"Shh, shh." He tucked you close to his chest, "Easy [Name]. I know things didn't go the way you'd hoped. But you can always do better next time."

You shook your head back and forth against his chest.

"It's going to be alright." Mirai murmured, "You're better than the way you're being portrayed on the news..."

"Am I though?" You tried peeling away, "I mean, all this time... have I just been--"

"Don't finish that thought."

You froze under the demanding tone, knowing better than to argue. Mirai wasn't meaning to be so forceful. He merely wanted to stop you from being too harsh on yourself, the last person you would ever need to listen to were those trying to break your resolve.

This whole situation was set against you from the start, and none of it was your fault either. Truly the most unfair situation he could think of.

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kurobachisagi · 10 months

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ok you know what. sabikui bisco art dump as well. here you go losers

shoutout soph @sir-nighteyes for this one ^

ummm lol

another comic el oh el

sbkb x sonic idk

more ..??? if u give me the chance to combine my interests i will take it

extra doodlies :3

wait actually even more sonic. if u can believe it

wont be explaining this one

ok thats all i love gay people .peace and love

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specialagentlokitty · 23 days

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Fat gum x reader - changed for the better

Hi, saw you wanted requests for MHA so maybe Fat Gum x reader with this prompt from your prompt list “The hero and the villain don’t work together.” “They’re not married either but here we are.” but only if you want to of course. Thanks🥰 - Anon💜

Hands stuffed in your pockets, you idly wondered around the streets, looking for something to do to pass the time.

You were waiting for your husband to finish his patrol and go on break, and you were lingering nearby his agency.

After all this time you still felt uneasy around heroes, and you didn’t want to enter a whole building of them, you you settled for standing outside, scrolling through your phone.

“You’re here!”

You grinned, putting your phone back into your pocket, letting the hero pick you up and spin you around a few times before setting you down.

“I told you I’d be here!” You laughed.

“I was getting worried when I didn’t see you out the window, I’m glad you’re here though, I’ve got a new intern! Look!”

You looked behind him to see Tamajiki as normal, but there was a red haired boy with him this time who grinned brightly, bowing his head to you.

“Hello! I’m Kirishima from class 1-A! It’s nice to meet you!”

“So loud…”

Fat Gum laughed softly, covering your ears, gently rubbing small circles into your temples.

“Sorry. I forgot to tell you that (Y/N) doesn’t do well with sudden loud noises, their quirk means their hearing is slightly heightened.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should’ve been a little quieter. Are you okay?” Kirishima asked.

You smiled softly at him, nodding your head as you held your husbands hand in your own.

“Yeah, I’m good thank you. And Tamajiki, how’re you?”

The quiet hero to be turned his head to the ground, pulling his hood down a little bit.

“I want to go home…”

You laughed a little.

“Maybe I can convince my lovely husband to let you guys go for the night.”

You gently nudged the hero at your side making his laugh loudly, nodding his head.

“Yes! Go on home and be safe!”

��Thanks sir!”

Kirishima ran off with Tamajiki quietly following behind.

You walked in front of Fat Gum, gesturing for him to kneel down, so he did, and you grinned brightly, kissing his forehead, then you walked around to climb in his back.

Once you were comfortable, you draped your arms on his head, and he stood up to carry on walking.

“How does it look?” He asked.

You hummed a little, looking around.

“Looking funky, what’s the plan?”

“Well maybe we can take a walk, then go to that restaurant you love so much, does that sound good?”

Fat Gum glanced to the side, and you leant down, grinning from ear to ear as you nodded your head at him.

He grinned brightly, gently resting his head on yours.

That’s what you guys did, but soon he became busy with work, so you spent a lot of time just wondering, looking for some other way to occupy your time.

That was up until you were stopped by Sir Nighteye, and you looked up at him a little confused, gesturing to the bracelet on your wrist.

“I haven’t done anything wrong?”

“I need you to come with me, it would be a lot faster if you didn’t fight.”

You waved your hand dismissively, already walking to the car he had gotten out off.

“Yeah yeah, I know the drill.”

You got in the car, letting him take you to wherever it was that you needed to be, and he escorted you inside.

You immediately hated the amount of heroes that were also walking through the doors, and you shuffled a little nervously on your feet.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked to the doors, quickly making your way over to fat gum, immediately tucking yourself into his side.

“There’s too many heroes…” you huffed.

“Why’re you here? Did something happen?”

“I don’t know, asking beanpole over there he dragged me here.”

Fat Gum nodded, leading you over to the middle of the room and stood you next to him, placing a hand on your shoulder and you wrapped your arm around his.

As the meeting started you lost interest in what was going on.

“I would like devil dog to help.” Nighteye said.

You snapped back from your little daydream and looked over confused.

“Huh? What?”

“An ex villain? You can’t be serious.” Someone scoffed.

“I believe that their quirk would be useful in this situation, your quirk allows you to summon numerous hellhounds that are connected or you correct? You can jump consciousness between them and turn into one?”

“Yeah, and what?”

“Be nice…” your husband whispered.

You huffed.

“I would like for you to assist us in this operation.”

You scoffed a little bit.

“The hero and the villain don’t work together.” You huffed.

Fat gum leant down a little, showing you his face, and you immediately looked at him, annoyed gaze softening the moment you connected eyes with him.

“They’re not married either but here we are.” He mused.

“Yeah that’s a point.”

“You can’t be serious and letting them have full control of their quirk, they terrified people for years just for fun.”

“Okay but I never actually hurt anybody Eraser, I was more just annoying the general public for fun.”

“You’re still a risk.”

“I’m reformed.” You grinned.

You placed a hand on fat gums head, pushing him up a little so you could look at the hero you were currently arguing with.

“You’re not safe with your quirk out in the public.”

“Seriously what the hell do you think I’m going to do? Run off and cause mayhem? I’m married to a hero for god sake he’ll find me straight away.”

Fat Gum stood back up fully.

“They’re right, I know all their hiding places.”

“You can’t be serious about this.” Someone else called out.

Tapping your husband on the stomach, you gestured for him to crouch down so he did, letting you climb on his back and he stood up.

You rested your arms on his head, messing with a little bit of his hair that was sticking out of his costume.

“Okay I get it, I have a shit past, but there’s a girl that needs saving right? Why the hell would I go running off to cause trouble knowing it would put her at risk? I’ll admit I did some shit things, but I never hurt no one, well, aside from present mic but that was actually an accident and beside the point. I’ll help, then I’ll wait for the bracelet to be put back on.”

There were a few mutters around the room.

“Please, I know you don’t trust them, and a lot of you question why I married them but I will vouch for (Y/N), if something happens or they run off I take full responsibility.” Fat gum said.

You leant down a little.

“Sweetheart you dont have to do that…”

“Of course I do, I know you’re not going anywhere.” He said softly.

You smiled gently back at him, kissing the side of his head.

“Course I wouldn’t, why would I go when you’re here?”

He grinned a little at you, and you rested your chin on the top of his head, letting the heroes go back to debating this.

Either way you didn’t care if they trusted you, you knew you had changed, and as long as your husband trusted you that was good enough for you

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