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melaninmight · 2 years

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playtime

— Villain All Might/All Smite | wc: 3k

— “i just wanna play with your body.”

▹ listening: play with me — rendevous at two

ఇ synopsis: after weeks apart, you finally get your fun w/ the man you love to hate

ఇ cw: masturbation, p*ssy lapping, sub!reader, dom!smite, cuffing

Another night, another headache.

You had returned home from yet another excruciating day at work. Kicking your shoes off and hanging your keys, you heaved a sigh before making your way to the kitchen.

Now in the kitchen, you pulled out the water from the refrigerator and poured it in your cup, you took slow sips, chugging the cool beverage down your throat ‘til it was no more.

You set your cup down on the counter before grabbing your purse and head to your bedroom. The sight of a clean room put a smile on your face; the least of your worries was coming home to a messy, undamaged crib.

Setting your purse on the bed, you unpacked your belongings and put them away in their respective places, hanging your purse on the purse rack where it hung with the rest of your most worn/favorite bags.

You then strode towards the curtains, looking out the window that displayed a beautiful view of the city, the moonlight shining down on you as you watched in awe as the night shined with city lights. Unknowingly, you placed your hand on the window, your mind drifting to thoughts of him.

It’s been 2 weeks since you last saw the Symbol of Discord (no, seeing him pop up on the news didn’t count). Despite budding heads and the non-existent common ground, you slowly found yourself growing fond of his company, not to mention the man was very good at sex.

And you couldn’t lie, no matter the denial, you were missing him.

Pulling away from the windows, you stood on your tippy toes and drew the curtains forward to cover the window so your nosy neighbors couldn’t sneak a peek. You walked towards the closet and peered through your clothes, some piled on the floor due to your laziness not to finish laundry.

While you looked through your clothes, your eyes and brows rose when you stumbled across a red-laced lingerie piece with heart-shaped garter belts.

Holding it up, your face flushed; you remembered your best friend mailed this to you as a gift from America.

You giggled at the small note she left on top of the box.

“Just in case you decide to feel sexy, this’ll get your man feral. Expect to be slapped with complaints later. Love ya! x”

Oh how you missed her.

Perhaps it was a sign that you should put your confidence to the test. Indeed, you were a tough cookie when it came to standing your ground, yet intimacy was one that made you shy. Even though it wasn’t your first rodeo, the thought of it made you feel like a virgin all over again.

‘Should I text him and tell him to come over?’

Sighing softly, after shooting him a quick text, you held the outfit as you stood up and walked towards the bathroom to freshen up.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Time flown by and you had finished putting yourself together for the evening.

Sitting on the bed, you had checked your phone to check if he replied to your message:

You: Heyy, just got off of work. Wanna come over?

Delivered 02:46

You took a deep breath and turned off your phone, setting it on the bedside table before flopping your back down on the soft sheets, your eyes staring up at the ceiling as you watched the fan spin around, the room dimmed with red from your LED lightstrips.

You refrain yourself from overthinking whether he suddenly got bored and crashed at someone else’s crib.

Despite you both not being clear on the status of the relationship (or, whatever y’all got going on), you couldn’t help but grow agitated that he left you hanging.

Sure, you understood who you were dealing with, but never could you have imagined how difficult it was gaining his attention.

You stifled a yawn, covering your mouth as you did so, before rising up and making your way back to the bathroom again. Looking at the mirror, you checked yourself out; your body in the red-lace lingerie piece with the garter belt stockings hugging your figure, your makeup not too cakey, your braids loose as they freely hang down to your plump ass.

You couldn’t lie, you felt and looked sexy. A part of you was excited to see his reaction.

Perhaps, you were too excited to see him. If he was coming.

The night was still young, so why waste it when you can have some fun by your lonesome to pass the time?

Grabbing your purple, dick-shaped vibrator from the side drawer of your dresser, you laid yourself back onto your bed, your back meeting the soft comforter. With your legs spread, you turned the toy on and placed it at the center of your p*ssy, the low vibrations grazing your cl*t.

You bit your lip, holding in your moans as you shifted on your bed, twisting and turning as your body shook with pleasure. One hand gripped the vibrator while the other gripped the sheets in a tight hold, a shaky whimper escaped your mouth.

Your mind was fogged with wet imaginations, picturing Smite sneering down at you, pounding you hard as you screamed and cried out his name, your fingers clawing his back as he made sure that you wouldn’t walk the next day.

You moaned his name, your hips shaking profusely as you pressed the vibrator against your cl*t, your juices squirting around it, some dropped onto the sheets.

Tossing the vibrator to the side, you stared up at the ceiling, chest rising up and down each time you took a breath.

But, you weren’t done.

You rose up out of the bed to grab the full length mirror that stood beside your closet. Picking it up, you walked back over and set it flat on the bed, sticking your dick-shaped vibrator on the mirror so it’d sit up.

Crawling back on the bed, you moved the panty line of the lingerie to the side, aligning your ass against the tip of the vibrator, rubbing your wet entrance on the toy before slowly slamming down on it.

Once adjusted, you began to ride yourself up and down on the toy, the low vibrations making your folds squelch tightly. You imagined yourself riding the villain’s hard, throbbing cock, followed by the sounds of your jiggling ass slapping against his cum-filled balls.

The thought of the villain calling you derogatory names whilst slapping your ass, praising your ability of taking in all of him. The empty threats he’d whisper in your ear, sending bolts of pleasure throughout your body as he quickened his pace, pounding you so hard, he’d be sure to paralyze you.

These thoughts sent you into an absolute frenzy, the mixed sounds of your breathy moans and ass clapping as it hit the mirror echoed in the room. Before you knew it, your orgasm had already come, your juices splattering all over the vibrator and the mirror.

Pulling out of the toy, your sweaty body shook indefinitely as you struggled trying to catch a breath.

“That was an excellent performance, kitten.~”

Very quickly did you turn around to the sound of a familiar deep voice, catching sight of electric-blue irises staring back at your widened ones, a large bulky shadow looming from the shadows.

Face burning in utmost embarrassment, you reached for the nearest pillow to throw at him.

“Y-You sneaky motherfucker!” you softly exclaimed.

The pillow was nowhere near his reach, only grazing the tip of his boots, making the villain snicker slyly as he bent over to pick it up. He found it adorable when you scolded him for showing up out of the blue. Although a part of him felt bad for not responding to your text earlier, his discreet entrance felt worthwhile since he enjoyed watching his kitten pleasuring herself at the thought of him.

Like hell he was gonna admit it to your face.

With a smirk, Smite strode towards you, his large frame towering over yours as his grin turned Cheshire. Your eyes closed shut and face flushed, you felt his eyes swallow your frame up and down. Before you could react, his hand slithered around your waist, pulling you up to his chest.

He lowered his face on the crook of your neck, his nose tickled with the scent of warm vanilla and brown sugar.

“H-Hey,” you squeaked, hands grasping his shirt.

Smite let out a low growl as his teeth grazed on her skin, leaving behind purple marks coating her neck.

“Someone was eager for Daddy to come home” he purred, a sly smirk forming his lips. He aligned his face to hers, his breath fanning the side of your face as he left a kiss on your flushed cheek.

You peeked one eye open, your lips quivering when his large hands gilded against your skin, sending goosebumps throughout your body.

“N-No way,” you whimpered. “I-I didn’t think you’d come.”

Smite chuckled. “Well, you thought wrong, kitten..”

You shivered when you felt his warm breath fanning your ear, his teeth nipped the tip of your ear.

“Because I am here to play.”

Without hesitation, he picked you up in his arms, his hands cupping and squeezing your ass as he leaned down to lock his lips with yours. The kiss was rough, but passionate, and you hesitantly reciprocated the passion.

The man growled against your lips, his tongue making way into your mouth to dance with yours, swallowing your moans and whimpers. You wrapped your legs around his lower body, small hands slithering up his body to clutch onto his broad shoulders.

You were so lost in the heated kiss that, before you knew it, he pulled away from the kiss and gently threw you back onto the bed, your back hitting the soft comforter.

Sitting on your knees, you gazed up at the behemoth of a man, your face flushed, lips throbbing and wet from the kiss. Smite felt his cock twitching behind the fabric of his pants, aching to make its way inside you, causing his throat to vibrate into a growl.

His electric-blue irises appeared from the shadow of his eyes, taking in every inch of your body hugged up in the lingerie. He couldn’t deny the fact that you were, indeed, beautiful and sexy in that lacey red fabric, your innocent expression begging to be put into submission. And he was loving every bit of it.

Inside his pocket was a pair of fluffy red handcuffs he managed to snag from an adult retail store. He was waiting for the night to come when he’d cuff you to the bed and did whatever he pleased. His large hand reached inside his pocket to retrieve the cuffs, and when he took ‘em out, he almost laughed at the sudden change of your expression from flushed to shock.

Your eyes kept going back and forth between Smite and the cuffs trapped in his hand. A swell of mixed feelings filled your stomach; while a part of you was telling you to object, the curiosity grew on the other side, excitement almost getting the best of you as you wanted to experience the thrill of being cuffed onto the bed as the Symbol of Discord played and feasted on you. The thought alone had your pussy throbbing, a wet spot slowly growing on the panty line of the lingerie.

You did your best to cover up your lust by pressing your thighs together, but unfortunately, Smite wasn’t slow as he caught wind of your excitement.

“D’aww, is kitty excited to play?” he teased, his Cheshire-like grin appearing on his face.

You remained speechless. You wanted to clapback, but words couldn’t form.

Flustered, your eyes fell down to your clasped hands resting on your thighs as your body shook from internal ecstasy.

Though you were embarrassed to admit it, the man took advantage of your expression as a sign that you were excited. His large hand grabbed both of your wrists and dragged you to the end of the bed, raising them up to where he’d cuff your hands to the headboard of the bed.

You showed no signs of resistance, much to his content.

His eyes peered down to your thighs pressed together to cover up your wetness, his large tongue trailed through to moisturize his dry lips, his cock twitching behind his jeans as his hunger for you grew.

You flexed your wrists against the cuffs, your heart racing at the anticipation of the villain’s touch, of what he intended to do to you. Perhaps your anticipation came at the right time when he slowly trailed his finger from your chest down to your stomach, sending shivers across your skin.

A shaky breath escaped your lips, reeling your head back against the pillow.

Smite grinned, tracing his finger further down to your lower body ‘til it reached your p*ssy.

“Getting wet for me already, huh kitten?” he chuckled as he slowly inserted two large fingers inside your wet folds, pumping ‘em in and out of you before inserting a third.

“Wha- N-No,” you whimpered.

This only prompted the villain to fasten his pace, your folds squelching with each pump, leaving you gasping and moaning breathlessly. No matter of denial can take away the pleasure you were feeling, and he made sure of it.

Smite growled with satisfaction, his other hand pulling down the fly of his jeans before resting on his briefs, rubbing his cock against the fabric. He could feel how heavy and thick his member grew, his angst increasing with a stifled groan.

“I- c-close...” you cried, breaths coming in shaky as your body shook from your high.

Removing his fingers, he stared in awe at his work, his fingers glazed with your juices. With closed eyes, his large tongue swept up to clean up his (or rather, your) mess, his throat heaving a satisfied groan, savoring your taste.

Your sight was fuzzy, face burning with fluster, chest rising with each breath you released. Flexing your wrists against the cuffs, you rose a foot to his briefs, toes slowly grazing the outline of his hard member, a breathy giggle leaving your lips.

Smite sneered down at you, forcing you to stop and quiver underneath his stare.

His large hand wrapped around your foot, his thumb leaving small tickles that left you biting your lip to prevent yourself from laughing.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” the man growled, his other hand rose to leave a harsh SLAP! on your thigh.

“N-Ngh! Not so…” you whined. “H-Hard, you idiot!”

A booming laugh shook the room.

“Relax, kitten. Playtime is about to begin,” he cooed, clutching your lingerie with both of his large hands and ripped it off of you without hesitation. Granted, you were gonna scold him for ruining your friend’s gift, though you doubt he gave two shits.

You arch your back when his hands groped your breasts, fingers tugging and pinching your sensitive nipples. A breathy gasp left your mouth as he leaned forward and latched a nipple in his mouth, sucking and rolling it with his warm tongue, before returning the same treatment to the other.

He’d let go of your nips with a ‘pop’ before licking his way down your stomach and thighs, leaving love bites in his wake. Finally, he had reached his destination, his eyes staring down at the wetness galore of your p*ssy, his mouth watering.

“Fuck, this pussy’s too good not to resist,” he praised.

Leaning forward, he nuzzled his nose against your entrance, you felt his warm breath tickling your folds. Next thing you knew, you were met with the warmth of his thick tongue swiping across your cl*t, releasing a breathy whimper.

“A-Ah, n-not there,” you cried. You were about to lay your hands against his blond locks, but had forgotten that you were trapped in cuffs, leaving you powerless and defenseless against the villain.

Smite took his time savoring the sweet taste of you, his groans vibrating your wet folds with each lap, the corners of his mouth coated in your juices.

A mixture of your whimpers and his loud gulps echoed the room.

Your mind was in a daze, too foggy to comprehend. Him eating you out had no business feeling this damn good. So much so that you felt another orgasm coursing through your body, sprinkling his mouth and face with more juices.

The man smirked against your p*ssy, lapping up every ounce of your sweet nectar before letting go of your small bud with a ‘pop.’

Pulling away, he watched as your expression contorted into one of pure bliss and pleasure. Your face flushed, tongue slightly sticking out of your mouth, tears filling your eyes, chest rising with each shaky breath. If that wasn’t the lewdest expression he’d seen out of you, he might as well take a picture to look back at his work.

“My my, what a messy girl you are~. You better be grateful that Daddy is here to clean up your mess,” he chuckled in amusement, licking away any leftover juice remaining on his lips.

You shot him a soft glare, not fond of his cockiness.

He churned his head slightly.

“Aww, don’t look at me like that, kitten.”

He leaned down close to your face, his lips brushing against yours.

“Besides… we’re just getting started.”

ପ 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 | 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔬𝔫 | 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑

ఇ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 :: @tojibreedingme @thicksimpx (𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 )

ఇ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀: open ✓

a/n :: it feels good to upload another fic. july was probably the busiest (and worst) month to endure as i was competing in academic olympics while balancing my mental health. here’s a gentle reminder that it’s okay to take breaks and take care of yourself. <3

p.s. :: a HUGE thank you for 100 followers! never would i imagine of reaching such a milestone.. i’m genuinely so happy that there are peps out there who read, interact, and enjoy my content. it gives me the motivation to continue writing for y’all!

*virtual huggies and kissies* i love y’all sm, and once again, thank you~ ! (´ε｀ )♡

p.s. (2) :: this fic is also published on ao3 ;)

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i hope you enjoyed! (꒪˙꒳˙꒪)

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hatsue-exe · 2 years

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hatsue this is prism I'm dying why is all might so hot? ok bye

why don't we ask him @champion-prism

All Might having a day off was a rare occurrence, but it did happen, every once in a while. And, in those days, he wanted nothing more than to stay in bed all day with you, reading and cuddling and snaking to his heart's content.

So, you were there, enjoying each other's presence with some books in hand and a trail of fruits on the bedside table. Well, he was at least. For the last ten minutes or so, you've just stared at him, eyes squinting with every little move he made.

"Honey, are you okay?" Toshi asked, putting his book down, voice a bit concerned. Maybe you wanted some attention? Or to go do something else and he wasn't getting the idea?

Instead of answering, you climbed on his lap and cradled his face in your hands, thumbs delicately caressing his cheekbones. You looked him in the eyes, seriousness covering your expression: "Why are you so handsome, sir?".

He had to hold back a laugh. "Is that what's bothering you, darling?"

"Of course! How am I supposed to enjoy my book when you're right here looking all beautiful and hot and ugh!" You sighed and gave him a very passionate peck, followed by butterfly kisses on his whole face, effectively making him laugh now, the thunderous sound coursing through you.

"Well, I do have to keep up with you, don't I?" He winked and you rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a proper kiss.

"I love you", you whispered against his lips. His hands carefully pulled your hips, bringing you closer to him. "Because I'm 'beautiful and hot and ugh', is that it?" A series of playful slaps were delivered to his shoulder. "I'm joking, honey, have mercy!"

"You're wrong, though. I love you because you're beautiful," A pause and a kiss. "Hot," another kiss. "Kind," kiss. "Considerate," kiss. "Selfless," kiss.

Before you could continue, Toshinori's hand caged your face, bringing your lips to his with such care you couldn't help but sigh into the kiss, resting your weight on him as you relaxed.

"I love you too. You have no idea how much."

"Well, mister Might, you can always show me."

He smiled, turning the two of you in the bed so you were under him.

"Oh, darling, I will."

No more reading was done, and you may have had to ask for the next day off too.

a/n: this could've been more horn-knee, but I feel like loving him a bit today

#original.exe #all might x reader #all might x you #all might smut #all might imagine #bnha x reader #yagi toshinori x reader #toshinori x reader #loving all might is a full time job and i'm the employee of the f-ing year

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strawberrystepmom · 8 days

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pairing: Toshinori Yagi x F!Reader -> Mirio Togata x F!Reader

word count: 7.8k

contents: Canon divergence for final war arc and beyond, friends to lovers with history, reader has a defined quirk (magnetism) and is a support equipment safety consultant, reader is 29 and Mirio is 30, appearances from other heroes (Deku & Bakugou and they are married, in their 20's)

cw: major character death and discussions of aspects of caretaking for someone at the end of their life, discussions of loss and grief

notes: This idea could not have come to fruition without my most beloved @izvmimi and @bakvrue so thank you to them for always being the very best. I have really been having a Mirioaissance lately and as you all know I love Mr. Might so here goes. Hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading ♡ | crossposted to ao3

“I’m dying.”

Mirio Togata nearly chokes mid-swallow, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth to prevent droplets of tea from seeping out of his lips. It’s a rare Wednesday day off for Lemillion and sunlight pours into the expansive room used as an office at. He’s a guest in the home of one of the most prolific heroes of all time, as he often is, though today he was invited by the man himself instead of showing up to pop in and say hello.

All Might, Toshinori Yagi, is dying.

Technically he has been for years though hearing it from the man’s own mouth feels different than the vague conversations about ‘terminal’ and ‘incompatible organs’.

“No,” the younger man starts but Toshinori raises a hand to stop him, shaking his head with a chuckle.

It’s no secret he has been rapidly looking more and more frail as autumn faded into winter which is now melting into the bright green of spring.

“It’s true. No matter how many times you tell me ‘you can get better’ or ‘medical technology is improving’ it will not change the fact that my time has a finite number on it.”

There has been a finite amount of his life remaining for a very long time, he’s simply managed to dodge it for as long as possible. Running away from the truth is no longer an option, the years he has been given since the War and its finish already leaving the man feeling like a perpetual cheat. He was supposed to die then, and then after that, and then again and again and again…

There are no more ducks and dodges left in him.

“Midoriya knows and has accepted it. It’s time for you to do the same.”

The words would be harsh coming from anyone other than a beloved mentor turned friend though Yagi has always had the natural ability to soften blows when necessary. Mirio nods, blue eyes trained toward the ground and refusing to meet those of the man in the comfortable chair next to him. He dares to take a peek at the man who will forever be known as All Might, the thinness of his hands and arms and wrists alone a surprising sight. Time has run out. No medical science or quirk or act of God can reverse the inevitable. A transplant cannot save him, medicine will not save him, and he’s made the decision to be as comfortable as possible over the remaining weeks to months he has left.

Togata’s mind unconsciously drifts to you in all of this. You are the young woman who has devoted the latter half of her twenties to taking care of this iconic man, tending to his illnesses and the complications from them with a smile and a joke, a reassuring hand on his shoulder and a kiss on his forehead. The younger of the pair has witnessed this kindness himself on more than one occasion and he remembers when you were simply a Support course student at UA high school a year younger than Mirio himself. You assisted with equipment in the war and it has followed you through your adulthood, your support item safety consulting business thriving and helping build a safer world.

The way you care about everyone is so admirable, it’s difficult not to view you as a hero in all of this. Mirio raises a brow and balls his hands together into a fist, letting it rest in his lap.

“How does she feel about, well, everything?”

It’s a daring question to ask given the older man is well aware of the younger man’s affection toward you no matter how discreet he thinks he is about it. It’s the perpetual elephant in the room. Toshinori sighs, shifting in his chair and positioning his hands in his lap. Mirio’s eyes dart from them and toward the older man’s sallow face, noting the hint of a smile at the mention of you.

“She was the first person to know. It’s the least I could give her for wasting her youth on a sorry old man like me.”

Togata offers a tight smile and tilts his head to the side. The self deprecation isn’t anything new, it has been like this the last several years, though it never sits well when the man he has attempted to pattern his own morals over says something so blasphemous about himself.

“That’s a pretty downer way to look at things, All Might.”

This gets a chuckle from the older man, the sound of his head shaking against the back of his chair causing the younger one to look up at him curiously.

“It’s a pretty downer thing to die but telling you it’s coming isn’t the only reason I asked you here today.”

The older man clears his throat, wiping his thumb against his bottom lip and looking away, joining his hand in his lap. How can he properly phrase what he’s asking his young friend to do without it seeming sordid and disrespectful? He’s leaving you his legacy when he goes. His home, his royalties that will keep you well taken care of for the rest of your life and, well, he’s planning on leaving Mirio Togata the one gift he deserves the most - you.

He simply lays the plot down, hands still folded in his lap.

“How long have you loved her, kid?”

Mirio feigns shock that his mentor, the one who came after the one he lost years ago, is onto him. He has always played off his affection for you as friendliness and lingering glances as simply curiosity and assumed he has been doing it well enough that nobody notices.

“It’s not like that.”

Toshinori laughs, a weak cough wracking his body and he raises his fist to his grinning mouth to cover it. Mirio leans forward in his seat, reaching for the man who waves him off and instead leans to grab the bottle of hand sanitizer on the desk next to him.

“You are a grown man, Togata. Own up to it. It’s not going to offend me.”

There was no expectation of a trip down memory lane set for the younger man prior to arriving for this visit yet his mind launches into years of fuzzy and undefined memories. Evenings he’d come to visit you in the Support course workshop when he was younger with fewer scars covering his arms and torso, the few times in your early twenties you sat thigh to thigh with him in dimly lit izakaya hanging out with your mutual group of friends and their respective partners who are also heroes. He remembers too much and too little at the same time, skin crawling.

Shifting in his seat, he unclasps his hands and claps them against his thighs.

“A long, long time.” He finally responds and Toshinori chuckles in response, leaning back in his own chair and sliding one of his hands out toward Mirio. “Since I was in high school.”

The truth doesn’t hide forever. It makes him feel childish that he was so easily caught by the older man, replaying years of interactions in his head. Did he smile a little too wide at you? Glance a little too long? Pine a little too openly?

There is no way for him to change anything that has happened before now and the usually easy going man tensely lifts his head, meeting Toshinori’s soft gaze. There is no anger even if these events crossed boundaries, something the man is infinitely grateful for, and he reaches across the desk to take his mentor’s offered hand.

“I know.” He weakly squeezes the younger man’s hand, his lack of strength more evident than ever. Mirio feels emotion welling up inside of him and blinks it back, taking a deep breath. “That’s why I am asking you to give her the life I never could, Togata. Take her traveling when you can. Remind her that she’s brilliant and will probably keep this country safer than any hero ever could. Just…be there for her. For me.”

The request carries more weight than the older man could ever possibly understand. It’s not merely a responsibility but a strange kind of bequeathing. No formal paperwork, no meetings with officials, just two men discussing a woman they both care about deeply and how to best assuage her in the sorrows to come.

It also brings another question to Mirio’s mind he has contemplated for many years - do you have lingering feelings for him too? A far younger version of you, magnetism quirk engaged and using it to make him laugh, certainly did. He assumed those feelings just vaporized over time and with responsibility, your heart belonged to another man before he could ever ask that it be his.

A noble man. A good man who you did not want to see live lonely, by himself in his ailing years. A man Togata spent his entire life trying to emulate.

There’s a flutter of hope through the sorrow of knowing the end is coming for his friend and the younger man is the one to squeeze the older mans’ this time, gentle firm pressure to ensure it doesn’t hurt.

“I know it’s a big request. I don’t blame you if it makes you uncomfortable or if you’d like to say no,” Toshinori adds quickly. “I simply know that she cares about you a lot and always has.” His voice cracks and he swallows his sadness, only grateful that his life has been so glorious the last few years thanks to your gentle touch and your silly stories and your tendency to ad-lib songs to make him smile. “She deserves to be happy.”

The younger man couldn’t agree more. He nods, emotion continuing to rise, breaking eye contact to gaze down at his lap to allow him a moment to compose himself. For his entire twenties, he regretted losing his chance with you despite his gratefulness for the care and love you gave Toshinori. Now, entering his thirties, he gets the opportunity to try again. To speak up when he should and to put the feelings he has harbored for more than a decade to good use.

“I will do everything I can to make sure she is, you have my word.”

Even if it means you want nothing to do with him and keep yourself away from everyone forever. Whatever makes you happy, Mirio Togata will make sure you have it.

“I only have weeks. Months if I’m lucky but I don’t think I’m all that lucky anymore.”

The words make Mirio look up from his lap, brows furrowed. He didn’t think there was so little time left but he is a man of action and nods.

“Then let’s make these next few weeks memorable. What do you need me to do?”

A chuckle from the older man as he finally drops the younger one’s hand gently, tucking it back into his lap to join the other.

“For now, just be around if you can make it work.”

That he can do and he does for three more weeks.

On a warm spring day, a little past the end of cherry blossom season, the world loses All Might.

‘The days I spent with you were the happiest of my life. Let me take care of you for the rest of yours. - Toshinori’

The note he left you, the one you were handed by some man in a suit you’d never met before in the days following his death, rests on your desk. It feels too soon to tuck away the increasingly wrinkled piece of paper and you’re far too grateful for the life he has put between your two palms to stop glancing at the note every few hours each day.

It doesn’t answer any of the questions you have about what becomes of your life now though.

Emotion wells up in you again, a lump in your throat you have to swallow down to continue working, the results from your audit of the Dynamite agency’s safety audit on the screen of the tablet in front of you. They’re generally highly rated, Bakugou’s fastidious tendencies seeping through even the smallest detail of safety and care of his employees, but you have to look away. You close the screen cover and slide the device aside, standing up from your spot at the kitchen table to walk into the living room.

The house feels like a mausoleum even if it’s now yours and yours only. Being alone for the first time in weeks leaves a strange taste in your mouth and you fold your arms over your chest, padding across the wooden floors to plop down on the overstuffed couch you picked out three years ago. Deku’s wife spent a week by your side, the first seven days after the tremendous loss ensuring you ate and slept, sleeping in your bed with you and letting you cry on her shoulder. The day she went home hurt almost as badly as the day you lost the man himself, the encroaching loneliness feeling claustrophobic.

Thankfully, the second week was dotted with various visitors, your former classmates and long time friends of Toshinori paying their respects posthumously by being good to you in his departure. Dynamite’s wife tended to you and forced you out of your house, inviting you over with the promise of visiting with her eager to see you children.

The third week was much of the same, even chatting with his old friend David and accepting condolences from other heroes former and current. Your refrigerator stayed full, your mailbox overstuffed with more cards than you could open wishing you well and thanking you for taking care of him.

The fourth fewer people came but you still stayed busy. The fifth, same. The sixth, seventh, and eighth all followed suit although the amount of visitors thinned. Ninth, tenth, eleventh your house became empty outside of your close friends and Mirio. Now you are twelve weeks past his death and facing down a lifetime of uncertainty in a house that feels too large for you but too small for your pain.

Your heart swells recalling the love you’ve been given but it shrivels when you look around, wondering when it will start to feel full of life again; when you will.

Standing, you lumber over to the wall adjacent to where you sit, admiring the artwork and memories on the wall. There are photos of a freckle-faced teenager who became a freckle-faced man with his wife and children alongside Toshinori. Photos of Mirio grinning and giving a thumbs up in a vintage American All Might t-shirt that was almost too small for him. Photos of you and Toshinori smiling side by side when he was still well enough to attend the occasional event, you in glittering floor length sequins and him in a custom suit built to accommodate his ever weakening body.

Sighing, you reach out and brush your thumb along the frame. The photo doesn’t move, anchored into the wall, and you know that all of the care you gave him wasn’t wasted for a moment. He truly made your life better and you believe you did the same for him, though your eyes flit back to the photo of Mirio for a moment.

You took the picture a few years back while cleaning out the spare bedroom used solely for merchandise and collectables Toshinori had been given over the years. You accosted the younger blonde for pulling a shirt that was clearly too small for him over his head but snapped the photo anyway, grinning behind your phone at his silly posing.

Mirio.

He has been here for you almost as much as your closest friends, popping by daily if able with food or stories or just…sunshine, which is exactly what he is and always has been for the time you’ve known him. Even when the two of you were back in high school he knew your favorite candy and delivered it to your desk daily while spending his evenings sticking paper clips to your arm or the side of your face while your quirk was engaged.

Reaching into your pocket, you grab out your phone and dial his number. He answers before the first ring can even finish its trill.

“Hey-o, what are you doing?”

You giggle at his greeting though he hears the strain in your voice that indicates you are feeling down. He tucks his phone between his shoulder and ear, pulling his sweatpants on in the changing room of the agency, ready to head home.

“Nothing. I tried to work a little bit today and couldn’t focus. I’m sure Bakugou will bitch at me but his audit will simply have to wait another week.”

The man on the other end of the phone chuckles, rising to his full impressive stature and heading toward the exit.

“Do you need a distraction? I could come over.”

The offer is appreciated but you wrestle with how to respond to it. What you assumed were long forgotten feelings for Mirio surface every time you are around him and in your grief and confusion, you struggle to separate them from reality and what’s a balm to make you feel temporarily better. Would seeing him now, only three months removed from losing Toshinori, be appropriate? Is it what’s best?

“You don’t have to, I’m sure it was a long day.”

Togata scoffs, using his coded keycard to exit the building. The sun is still somewhat up, a hot summer evening encroaching and he does not want to go home when he could be spending time with you. The day exhausted him a bit, lots of petty crime picks up during the summertime, but he’s never too tired for you.

“Actually, this was the easiest shift I’ve had in a long time.” He’s lying and you can tell by the lilt in his voice, a particular tone he takes when he’s pretending everything is fine you’ve heard before but you are in no condition to press the issue. “I can pick you up in about thirty minutes and we can just drive if you want?”

You shake your head although he can’t see it. Part of you wants to say no, to rebuff your own feelings once and for all, but you’re weak and hurting and needy.

“We don’t have to go anywhere, we can just stay here if you want to come.”

And come he does, in that promised thirty minutes. He doesn’t bother to knock on the door anymore, punching in the code and announcing himself with a boisterous smile, then plopping down on the couch next to you.

It feels a lot more like coming home than it reasonably should but every time he feels guilty for envisioning his place in his life, next to you, he remembers the promise he made. He will make you happy no matter what that looks like.

Time passes so quickly when he’s around and it’s welcome to have something besides your own loneliness to listen to while he explains one of his heroic saves of the day, enthusiastically explaining phasing through a tree to capture a runaway attempted bank robber.

“So I caught the guy and somehow managed to save all the money too, which is crazy when you think about it. I thought the wind would carry half of it off but not today.”

You smile at him fondly, eyes crinkling at the corners, but he can tell something else is on your mind. Repositioning himself on the couch, he turns toward you and props his head up with his fist.

“Wanna talk about it?”

He has always been able to tell when something is bothering you and your brain screams that you should say no. You should turn down all of Mirio’s kindness and lock yourself inside of this home with your grief forever, a timeless pseudo-widow trapped in a prison of her own making.

But the warmth of his gaze encourages you so much, words bubble out of you before you can stop them, your hands instantly flying to your face to be pressed against your cheeks.

“Despite what people have said, I loved him.”

Mirio’s face falls into a concerned frown when he notices your eyes welling up, your glance firmly trained on his face. The papers were pretty harsh to you when the news of his death and your subsequent appointing the heir to his agency, legacy, and image were announced. Opportunistic seemed to be the media’s favorite term, honing in on the age and vitality difference between the two of you rather than the fact a fairly selfless young woman took care of him not knowing any of this was in her future.

You never took care of him in hopes of getting anything, only out of compassion for a man who has made the lives of others so much brighter. Who heals the healer? You took it upon yourself to be the one and you do not regret a moment of it, sitting cross legged at twenty-nine with a sense of pride despite it all.

“Maybe not in a conventional way. I never had,” your face falls a little, as though you’re fearful of reaction toward what you’re about to say. “You know…sex or anything with him. We kissed a few times, we held hands on occasion but my days and nights revolved around him for five years.”

Your voice breaks and immediately you push your thumbs against your eyes to keep yourself from crying where someone else can see it although the sniffling gives you away, sharp little inhalations through your nose.

“What do I do now?”

The question appears to be rhetorical though he feels compelled to answer, wrapping a reassuring arm around your shoulders and gently pulling you against his side. The lack of personal space between the two of you is honestly nothing new, certainly more so since Toshinori’s departure, and you settle into the warmth of him. It’s a comfort you need desperately, his fingers drumming a little beat of four into your shoulder.

“Whatever you want.”

You remove your thumbs from over your eyes, sensitive and red rimmed as they are, glancing at the man next to you carefully. The brightness of your living room causes you to squint and he reaches his free hand to wipe tears from your bottom lashes, his crooked index finger pressing delicately against your skin.

“I know that sounds callous and it probably is the wrong thing to say but your life isn’t over just because he isn’t here to watch you live it.” Now it’s Mirio’s voice that cracks and he clears his throat, hand flexing against where it rests on your upper arm. “He left you the tools to live however you want. You have a successful business, you are young and beautiful and…”

He trails off and you blink at him silently. The true feelings he has tried so desperately to hide for the years he has known you are seeping out of him. How much longer can he possibly hold it in before the pressure starts to cause cracks? Before it spills out of him wildly, an ode to you from a boy who has loved you since seventeen?

You stop him from spiraling, opening your mouth to speak while tears escape over his finger and roll down your face.

“I think I’m scared, Mirio.”

This is the first time you’ve admitted it, even to yourself. An undefined future is a terrifying prospect and while Toshinori was here, you were guaranteed to always have him. Scheduled pills and injections, showers and quality of life activities. Even your work is unstructured outside of your scheduled annual audits, only being called upon when you are needed.

He holds you against him, leaning down to press his lips against your forehead. This could be just what you need and although he worries about pushing boundaries, you prove his worries wrong by snuggling further into his side. Your tears drip onto the cotton of his t-shirt and he uses his second hand to begin wiping them away, shushing you gently and affectionately.

“It’s okay to be afraid, he wouldn’t judge you for that, but don’t let it make you waste the opportunity to live exactly how you want.” His words are comforting and you nod against his chest, sniffling. “There is no right or wrong way to handle this.”

This is the first time anyone has told you that it’s okay to not know what to do right now. Not that you’ve ever asked, too fearful of making missteps to try and prevent them at all. You need reassurance and although you’ve been given it, it’s hard not to seek it from a man you’ve found so much comfort in over the past few months. He has been vulnerable with you, it seems only right to do the same for him in return.

Sighing, you unbury your face from his chest. “Do you think I’m doing okay?”

There is a version of you, more than a decade younger than you are now, that lives in Mirio’s mind and he sees her in the way you look up at him with uncertain eyes. It strikes him how long the two of you have known each other; how long he has been dancing around his feelings for you. He nods, removing his arm from your shoulder to cup your cheeks in his palms.

The urge to kiss away those tears is strong but he talks himself down, tilting your head until your gazes fully meet. All of the love he has kept to himself for a decade further threatens to spill out. He stops himself, self restraint a requirement of being a hero after all, and his thumbs gently stroke the rose petal soft skin beneath them.

“You’re doing better with all of this than anyone else ever could.”

There are no words he has ever meant more than these besides the ones he decides to keep to himself, saving the oft considered ‘I love you’ for another day.

“Thank you. For everything. I kind of worry I’m asking too much from you,” you rush to apologize and he keeps his grip on your face gentle but firm.

“You can ask me for anything you need.”

He means it more than he meant his promise to the last man that loved you.

“Alright, I think we’ve had as much fun as we are going to have. Babysitters get paid hourly, you know.”

Katsuki wraps his arm around his wife’s shoulders, pulling her close to him beneath the same lights the six of you used to drink under a long time ago while saying his goodbye. He has never been much of a drinker and hasn’t indulged even a bit tonight but his wife’s relaxed expression gives away how many beers she’s had and you giggle at her, squeezing her hand as she walks by on their way out.

“Be careful you two,” you call after them, Mirio turning to look at you while you glance over your shoulder. Only Midoriya and his wife remain seated across from you two, snuggled in the corner of their side of the booth. Deku’s ever lovely better half raises a brow and nudges her husband in the ribs gently, subtly motioning toward where the pair of you sit.

This is the first night you’ve really enjoyed yourself in the six months since you’ve lost Toshinori. It has been a great walk down a memory lane you haven’t bothered to explore in a long time.

“Gosh, he’s so grumpy,” you laugh to yourself and Mirio giggles beside you, looking as smitten as he always does. Izuku notices it and looks down at his wife, the two of them communicating wordlessly by the time you glance at them. “I’m guessing you two are next to head home?” You tease, your own brain slightly hazy from the few beers you’ve allowed yourself to indulge in.

A little voice in the back of your head made you fear showing your face in public, especially after the scrutiny that came so few months ago, but nobody has taken a second glance at your group of friends despite all of the men in the group landing in the top five of the Hero standings. It appears whatever backlash was sparked has faded quickly. You make a note to thank the classmates you had that now work in the media who were likely behind it, hoping you remember it later.

You haven’t just had a good time tonight, you’ve had a great one. Smiling gratefully, you look over at your two remaining friends.

“Like Kacchan said, babysitters are paid hourly,” Deku raises his brows and shrugs. His wife kisses his cheek, beginning to slide out of the booth while he holds onto her hand and follows.

Mirio nods at Izuku and smiles at his wife, having known the two of them since high school as well, the same story with the now gone Bakugou’s.

“Get that beautiful wife of yours home safe, Deku.” He jokes with a chuckle and his friend laughs in response, reaching across the table to pat his shoulder and then yours.

It’s hard for him to believe how much has changed over these years but how much has remained the same simultaneously. His close friends married their high school sweethearts and settled into their family life, kids and recitals and dinner parties. A piece of him has wondered for years if that could have been the two of you as well if he’d left less up to chance as a young man.

Does it do any good to wonder? Mirio doesn’t know yet he does often, tonight especially.

“You ready to go?”

A little lost in your own world, you look up at him with your eyebrows raised and nod slowly. He looks so handsome, even in this poorly lit room, and heat rises in your face straight to the tips of your ears. It has been a long time since you’ve felt that particular heat, the kind that makes your stomach flip flop.

Would it be wrong of you to ask him if he wants to hang out with you for a little while longer? You don’t have ill intentions in wanting to spend time with him, at least that’s what you tell yourself, and the few beers have made you feel brave.

“Do you wanna hang out with me for a little while? We can just go back to the house or find somewhere else or…” you trail off slightly, a little self conscious. Do you seem desperate? Lonely? Annoying? “If you don��t want to though, I understand.”

Finishing your question hurriedly, you glance up at Mirio who looks at you with that same earnest stare he has given you for years. There are depths in those pretty blue eyes, humor and pain that he has experienced and joy and so much. There is simply so much more to this man than most people know and unexpectedly, it isn’t just your face that feels too hot, it’s the entire room.

“Of course I do. Let me just take you home and we can hang out there, that way I’m not keeping a lady out too late.”

He knows he’s taking a risk by being outright flirtatious with you after months of trying to keep it subtle. He is but a man and knows that look, though. That ‘through the lashes, lips slightly parted, beautiful woman who wants to spend time with you’ look. He’d be a fool to say no, even if you two do nothing but talk for hours. There’s nothing else he’d rather do with the remnants of his night anyway.

“After you,” he offers with a bright grin. The few beers he has had make his cheeks pink and you want to reach out and touch them but refrain, uncertain of how to do all of this correctly. You’ve never really dated, outside of a few hookups in your early twenties, so this is truly foreign territory. It’s a lot to wrestle with the guilt of moving on, something you have reluctantly admitted to yourself it seems you’re doing, and the weight of grief on your shoulders at all times.

When does it ever get better or at the very least, when does it become less of a struggle?

Saving those questions for another, less fun evening you slide out of the booth and he follows after, placing his hand against your back to walk you out of the bar. It feels natural, his fingers splayed across your spine and heat once again blooms. It’s embarrassing to feel so excited by sheer touch.

Your relationship with Toshinori was never sexual. Always a companion more so than a lover despite the deep love that bloomed between the two of you, you spent a lot of nights in a different bed exploring your own body while he slept in his own room down the hall. This was always the arrangement, comfortable for both of you. He was physically incapable of having sex and you never wanted to make him feel like less because of it, still complimenting his appearance and doing your best to make him feel attractive. Which he was, even until the end that smile and those jovial blue eyes had the ability to light up a room.

It’s just different with Mirio. This isn’t the first time that heat has bloomed beneath your belly button, begging you to follow it all the way down a rabbit hole you aren’t quite sure you are ready for and the alcohol is making it worse tonight. If he can tell, he’s being a gentleman about it, something to be grateful about.

The two of you stand in the now cool autumn night air, the city still noisy outside. The breeze chills your warm cheeks and you look up at him to find him glancing down at you, wearing an expression that tells him some of the same things on your mind are on his.

“What are you thinking about?”

The question is laced with humor, as most of what the man says tends to be, and you feel caught with your pants down. Playing it off with a giggle, you decide to push back; to make him feel like he’s the one being surveyed instead.

“Why didn’t you kiss me when we were in high school?”

The topic of first kisses came up tonight, your friends reminiscing about how they’ve shared their first everything together throughout the years, and you recall yours being lackluster. Some guy you went to college with named Dai who slobbered all over your face your first year.

Certainly not who you would’ve preferred sharing a kiss with.

Your question has caught Mirio off guard and he rubs his neck, scrunching his nose and refusing to make eye contact with you. The truth is that he was simply too afraid to make a move and by the time he was able to, it felt improper given the conflict and all that happened.

It was hardly a time for making a move on the girl you had a crush on and the two of you just went your separate ways after that. He became a Pro Hero, working his way up into the top 15 within his first year and then the top 10 the next and only climbing from there, you went to college to pursue your public safety certification. By the time you were able to reconnect in your early twenties, your lives had diverged so wildly it no longer felt appropriate to, well, go after you.

“I don’t know,” he finally says. “I think I was afraid you didn’t like me back.” Snorting, you attempt to stifle your laughter. He glances down at you, tilting his head, feigning offense.

“Really? I’m being honest with you and you’re going to laugh at me?”

Wrapping your arm around his bicep, you attempt damage control by resting your head against him. A breathy sigh leaves you and you glance upward to catch him staring down at you once again.

“I had such a crush on you that even Hatsume gave me shit about it.” You speak through your nose, attempting the now most sought after equipment outfitter in all of Japan's higher voice and inflection. “Where’s your little boyfriend, magnet girl?”

The two of you devolve into a fit of childish giggles, not unlike the ones you shared back then, and without warning he leans in close to you. You still cling to his bicep but he’s bent at the waist, lips inches from yours, one of his hands reaching to rest against the side of your neck.

“Can I make up for it now?”

Ocean eyes search yours, pleading for an answer. All of that heat courses through your body at once and without putting too much thought into any real consequence, you nod. Just a kiss won’t hurt either of you, for old time’s sake regardless of what may or may not be blooming here. Mirio closes the distance between the two of you and gently brushes his lips against yours, gentlemanly and chivalrous even in the throes his tremendous need to touch and feel and be close to you, and you whimper when he pulls away sooner than you liked.

“Was that okay?”

Giggling, you lean in and kiss him again to give him his reply. It was more than okay, it was everything you’ve ever dreamed of. His lips are soft, a sharp comparison to the well kept and bulky rest of him that you have had to stop yourself from eyeing hungrily on more than one occasion. His mouth tastes like salt and beer and love.

Pure love lives on his tongue that is working its way into your mouth while he hurriedly backs you two into a narrow alleyway between the bar you just left and the building next to it. His knee rests between your barely parted legs and your hands reach for anything they can grab, forearms and biceps and his shoulders and chest. You touch recklessly, one hand sliding up the side of his neck to cup his jaw and the other rubbing circles just beneath the hem of his shirt, above his belt buckle.

“Hey,” he stops you unexpectedly to catch his breath, chest heaving while he glances down at you. “I want to keep this going but I have to tell you first that I love you.”

There it is. The thing he has been keeping to himself for twelve long, torturous years. Mirio loves you so fiercely he wonders how he’s managed to even breathe the last 12 years without you by his side, your laughter and light filling his days and nights no matter how they go.

How could he ever live without you again? He isn’t sure that he could.

Blinking up at him, you slide your hand further up his face and tousle his blonde hair between your fingers.

“I don’t care if it’s too soon for you to say it back or if you ever will but I love you. I have for such a long time it hurts to keep it to myself any longer.”

The smile on your face turns into a full blown grin, fingers still snaked in his hair. Maybe it’s too soon, maybe lust is winning the battle between your wits and your heart or maybe this is a chance to say something you’ve felt for longer than you realized.

“I love you too, Mirio.”

It doesn’t make your love for Toshinori any less real to admit you love the man who has been by your side for virtually 24 hours a day for the last six months and long before that too.

He leans back in and kisses you again, silencing any thoughts other than the two of you and it leaves you breathless, gently grinding against his jean clad thigh and sucking on his tongue. Another pause and he pulls away, cupping your face.

“Take me home with you.”

It isn’t a plea of desperation but one of pure unadulterated need. He needs you, any way you’ll let him have you, tonight.

Nodding, you close the distance and press your lips against his.

“Let’s go.”

In all the time that has passed since you lost Toshinori, your home feels a little brighter when you arise in it each day.

It feels like somewhere you can build your own life now instead of living trapped inside the memory of his. You were concerned that changing anything about this place would rob you of the comfort of having once loved the man who left it to your care but you know he wouldn’t want you to stand in one place for long. All those months ago, Mirio was right when he told you that Toshinori would want you to make the best of what you’ve been given.

Move forward, he’d assure you if he were still here. Be yourself and find happiness.

Despite all the ways you’re still healing, you have.

You think about him every day. You will forever, regardless of the nature of your relationship and how other people view it. Some days the memory of him cuts through you like a knife, especially the last year of your life with him spent doing a lot more caretaking than you’d done the prior four, and other days it’s a gentle breeze. A whisper and reminder that he’s watching you, he loves you, he’s proud of you.

You’ve done the All Might legacy well, donating a large chunk of his fortune back to the communities he so committedly served. Scholarships for students who want to go to hero academies but may not have the pedigree or wealth to let them in, rebuilding the last remnants of an over decade old war that still scar areas of Musutafu tourists don’t visit.

The dreams you have yet to fulfill with what you’ve been provided make your future seem more full than ever. Hospitals bearing his name, education about the balance of hero life and personal life, safety equipment becoming better than ever. Your ambitions are big and you will make them all come true, a vow you made to him on the day he died even if he wasn’t cognizant enough to understand what you were saying.

This is all for him, dearly departed, a man you cared so deeply about you would’ve taken care of him for ten more years if you had to. You’re grateful it didn’t come to that if only for his sake, the suffering his ailing body was facing more than you like to think about even today, but all things considered it was a good life.

Even the papers have commended the woman they once referred to as an amoral opportunist.

Maybe you aren’t so bad after all.

And today when your feet hit the ground, the sun rises and fills the room with light through the gauzy curtains you put up a few months back. The cat you recently adopted twines himself around your legs and looks up at you expectantly, breakfast already a few minutes late. You couldn’t go long without having something new to take care of, the cat was once a beat up little thing brought to you by Lemillion himself one evening after a shift that has grown into a demanding beast.

“Saving little lost cats is a bit cliche, isn’t it?” You joked when he unzipped his hooded sweatshirt and produced the fuzzy, green eyed lump that mewed at you the moment he saw you. Mirio grinned and half shrugged. “Yeah but I’m good at it, right?”

Good he is, you think looking over at his still sleeping form in your bed.

For some, it may be too soon to cautiously lend your heart to another man. You love Toshinori and always will, the impact he left on your life is profound in ways you’ll discover for years to come, but a part of you has always loved Mirio even if circumstances prevented the pair of you from being together. He was once a silly teenager who was too afraid to ask you to be his girlfriend when he graduated high school, satisfied to leave things up to fate, and now he is a grown man who has been by your side through the most painful loss of your life so far, holding you together on the days when you were worried you would crumble.

Both of you are grateful that fate decided well although she took her time and brought a lot of pain on her way.

Instead of getting out of bed, you lean down and pick up your now purring cat and slide back into bed beside him, his hands instinctively reaching behind him for your thighs to pull you closer.

“I didn’t think you were awake,” you whisper and he chuckles, scarred hand running up the expanse of your thigh while your cat climbs onto his shoulder and licks his face. There’s no use in trying to carefully swat the creature away so he lets him settle onto the pillow above his head.

“I always notice when you get up and I have to fight the urge to follow you.”

Giggling, you wrap yourself around his back and rest your cheek between his bare shoulder blades.

“Why’s that?”

He finally turns to face you, blue eyes glancing down at the thing he has wanted for years. Your unmade, half awake face. The domesticity of your cat purring above both of your heads. The promise of packing to take a week off from heroics to go and enjoy a far off destination neither of you have been together.

“In case I ever lose you again,” he admits vulnerably and you smile up at him, hand reaching to cup his cheek.

The half awake mumblings have more truth to them then you could possibly imagine, fear that something else will hurt you or pull you away from him. Fear that he’s going to waste his time again, precious days he has always wanted to spend with you meaning nothing because he’s too cowardly to fight for what he wants. Maybe a younger version of Mirio Togata would have let this happen but not this one, older and wiser that he is.

The ring he plans on proposing to you with this week is nestled in his suitcase, buried beneath too many pairs of socks and probably too few pairs of boxers. He won’t even mind a long engagement, if you need one, as long as he knows forever with you is what waits on the other side.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I think we’re stuck together for life after all we’ve been through.”

As he promised his mentor a few months over a year ago, he will ensure that you are.

#all might x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #mirio togata x reader #lemillion x reader #kendall writes #cw death

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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 ]

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darkmajesty-xo · 1 year

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You Pt. 1

AllMight X Reader

18+ MDNI| tw! Yandere!Allmight, Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Implied Violence, Noncon, Somnophillia, Oral (f)

True love is a unique and passionate bond that tethers the souls of the connected, forming a genuine and authentic union where in which a person truly wants the best for their beloved, regardless of what that means. It is a feeling of utmost infatuation and desire. It burns brighter and hotter than the righteous rays of an angel's blade and as everlasting and unconditional as the beauty of the sun rising and falling every day.

From the very beginning, he knew that he loved you. It was the only explanation for the sheer joy that erupted in his spirt the moment he'd lain eyes on you.

You.

It was you.

If there were ever a being crafted with God's direct depiction of perfection then it would be you. There weren't enough words in all the languages of the world to describe your beauty. A mere glance upon your features was more emotive than da Vinci's redenering of St. Jerome on the walls of the vatican.

From the vantage point of his living room window he could see directly into your bedroom. The decor was so you. Completly encapsulating your aesthtic and incorporating all the little things that made you unique. He could stare through that window all day with bated breath in hopes to catch a glimpse of you. To call it obsession would be distastful.

Toshinori wasn't obsessed with you, he was in love.

As a man in love, it was his duty to watch over you, both figuratively and literally. True, he was no longer a licensed pro hero but that didn't mean that he couldn't offer his protection. You needed a hero. The world was too cold for a gentle spirt such as yourself. Too trusting. Too innocent. Did you not understand the risks of this world? Why would you stand bare in your bedroom for all to see? Some sick pervert could be watching you for their own pleasure. One might think that you wanted to be seen. How else could you explain your need to bask in the early morning sun, letting the honeyed rays reflect off of your dewy skin, still glistening from your morning shower. Did you want someone to see? Did you want him to see? You're lucky he's here to watch over you, to make sure that no one would dare encroach on your space.

If he ever suspected trouble, he'd be at your side in an instant. Quirk or not he's determined to be your hero. He's adamant about making this world a safer place for you. That's the only reason he watches you. It's the only reason he follows you. The only reason he got rid of that ex boyfriend that was no good for you. None of this is about him, its about you. He only wants whats best for you. He can't expect you to understand that right now, you're far too young. All alone in this world with no one to provide for you. It breaks his heart really.

You need him, whether you know it or not, and he's desperate to show you. Sometimes it makes him sloppy. You'd almost woken up a few times when he snuck into your house at night to check for intruders. He'd tell himself that it would just be a routine inspection but when he entered your room his mind would go fuzzy at the sight of your nude body draped over mountains of pillows. Years of hero work had honed his senses, allowing him to make out the outline of your puffy cunt glistening in the illumination of the moonlight. With one leg raised, he could see the slick seeping from your neglected hole. Sometimes he could satiate himself with the mental image but there were also times when he was less restrained.

Toshinori would try to be quiet as he eased himself on your bed. Moving slowly to distribute his weight in a way that wouldn't disturb your slumber. With bated breath he'd rest his rough hands on the rich flesh of your plush thighs, reveling in the way fat spilled between his digits when he pushed down. He marveled at the contrast. All he wanted to do was feel you but after a few seconds of massaging you started to grow restless. You were whimpering and moaning from whatever lascivious acts you were experiencing in your dream state.

His palms traveled from your thighs to rest on the globes on your ass. He kneaded and separated the plush mounds, providing him with the perfect view of your puckered rim and fluttering hole. Toshinori inhaled deeply. Your scent was tantalizing. Electricity traveled down his spine, ending right at the tip of his painfully hard cock. He knew he didn't have time but couldn't help but nudge his nose between your folds. Wanting the lewd aroma to be ingrained into his mind. Your small whimpers grew into desperate cries. You unknowingly ground against his face willing him to go where you needed it most.

"Don't worry, darling. I am here" he whispered against your folds. Using two fingers to separate your labia, he granted himself what should've been a single taste of your essence, but it was addicting. His tongue swirled down your slit, collecting slick to drink down greedily. Toshinori ground against the bed, hard cock weeping inside his slacks. Open mouthed kissed were placed all over pussy. He sloppily made out with your lower lips, sucking and nipping and licking wherever he could.

Your breathing grew shallow, but you were still deep within your slumber. You begged for him. Pleaded for him to make you "feel good". To make you cum. Mumbling in the pillows that you needed his cock. You sounded desperate and it made him painfully hard. Toshinori would've loved to fuck you into oblivion but now wasn't the time.

A finger was all he could grant you, but you clenched happily around it. Blood trickled down his chin from how hard he bit his lip, and he quickly wiped it on his sleeve. Your pussy pulsed around him. You swallowed him down greedily like you were desperate to keep him there. Toshinori could tell that you were close. His only goal for that night was to bring you to climax before your eyes opened and shattered the illusion that the two of you had created. His index finger pumped into your core while the pad of his thumb circled your clit. He flicked over the bud in time with his thrusts and added the extra sensation of his tongue to lap against your hole.

Your body tensed. Then a low moan bellowed from deep within. He allowed a few moments for your body to settling before removing his finger from your death grip. No, he didn't get to cum but the soft smile on your face was satisfaction enough. After all your happiness was his main priority.

It was all about you.

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echo-of-sounds · 1 year

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not good enough

-Toshinori x f!reader-

This was a commission for @ethereal-tooreal! She asked for a fluff and smut scenario where Toshi comforts the reader dealing with body dysmorphia and insecure about her weight. Thank you so much for the commission! <3

Warnings: dealing with body dysmorphia and anxiety

You didn't think it'd actually bother you this much. Or at all. It was just a typical step on the scale. But the number wasn't a happy one.

Five pounds. Five pounds that weren't there last Friday. You gained five pounds in one week. It wasn't even that much, but once you saw the scale flash '5,' it felt like eighty pounds of weight — eighty pounds you worked off through sweat and tears — was suddenly hanging on your body, and you didn't want to be back in that headspace again.

But it was only five pounds. That wasn't anything if not normal. People's weights fluctuate day to day, even throughout the day. Despite that, you avoided looking in the bedroom mirror. You couldn’t because you’d see everything wrong: weight on your arm shaking, marks showing how your skin’s been stretched, the way pants pinch just slightly too much on your hips.

While your body wasn't as big as it used to be, you weren't an itty bitty person by any means either. You still had some extra weight, as most people do, but it is better compared to where you were, physically, emotionally, mentally. You felt the progress, more confident in yourself, your well-being, able to wear your desired clothing without constant insecurity haunting you. You just felt healthier.

Yet, the doubts always came back, taunting those horribly fit clothes and teasing the loose skin, assuring yourself that your body wasn’t good enough. It’d never be.

Not wanting those thoughts to spiral further, you threw on a comfy cardigan and laid in bed, cuddling under the blankets to watch TV. You turned it to a show about interior design. It was low effort and the least drama.

Only when it darkened outside and the world slowed down did the apartment door open. Toshinori, after lingering around the front rooms, eventually walked into the bedroom, greeting you with his usual cheer. “I thought you were asleep at first. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t seem to question it and shuffled around a bit before leaving the room. You took the opportunity to wipe your eyes and steady your breathing as best you could. He had plenty of stress in his life. He certainly didn't need to be bothered with your issues after a long day of work dealing with God knows what.

Toshi said your name from the doorway. “I'm going to heat up some water. Do you want anything?”

You surprised yourself with how even your voice was: “Hot chocolate, please.”

“Anything to eat? A snack?”

“M'fine.”

Some minutes later, hearing footsteps coming back, you pulled the blanket up to hide most of your face. A steaming mug was placed on the bedside table. It was your favorite mug, a cute purple one with sunflowers, gifted to you from Toshi after one of his many Hero business trips.

You thought you saw him staring out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, he was already turned around. Part of you hoped he stayed. The other, larger part wanted him to just ignore you for tonight and let you wallow in the misery.

But he didn't fulfill that bigger, conflicted part, to both your happiness and sadness, and walked to the other side of the bed. You scooted closer to the edge to give him some more room… or to put extra space between him and your body. If he didn’t touch you, then maybe the internal turmoil wouldn’t compound too much and become external.

“You’re okay, sweetheart.” He patted your hip as he settled in, once again not heeding your unspoken thoughts. It’s not like he could read your mind, though, so of course, he wouldn't. How could he? If you actually said them, he’d no doubt respect them.

You only grasped that he was still speaking at his last words. You asked him to repeat himself. He did: “How was work today? Anything fun happen?”

“Fine. You?”

“It was okay. Classes were all lectures today, so no exciting activities. And paperwork had gotten backed up at the Agency. That took quite a long time to get through after school.”

You hummed. The conversation swiftly petered out. He didn't seem to want to push you, thankfully. Though, you were probably coming across much more detached than you wanted. It wasn't his fault. And you were sorry his day wasn’t exciting. You knew how much he liked when class was active and he could help the kids with their Hero training. But you just couldn’t express all that right now.

Sooner than later, Toshi spoke up. “Are you sure you're okay?”

You grunted.

He sighed. “Can you sit up for me? I want to talk.”

You reluctantly did, bringing the blanket with you for support, and rested against the cushioned headboard like he was. Howbeit, you didn’t look at him. His eyes were going to be too sweet, his smile too sympathetic.

“What's going on?”

“Nothing.”

“I know something's wrong.”

“It's nothing, Toshi, really. Just overreacting.”

“And I'm supposed to ignore your red eyes? It’s clear you’ve been crying.”

You shrugged. It was nothing he hadn't heard before, and you didn't really want to bother him with it again. Yeah, he was your partner and all, but there was surely a limit to when something got annoying. You mumbled, “It’s stupid.”

“What?”

You repeated yourself.

“Honey, you’re speaking so quietly. I can’t understand you.”

“It’s stupid.”

A hand rested on your thigh. The blanket layers lent little comfort to the action. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“… I gained five pounds.”

He didn't say anything. He didn't move. His hand didn't even squeeze in the support he usually gave.

You peeked over at him. He was only staring like you were being ridiculous, exactly like you feared. “God, I told you it was stupid. You-”

“Stop saying that,” he interrupted, practically chiding you, just in a tender voice. “Please. Your thoughts and feelings are not stupid, especially to me. Okay?”

You nodded.

He took a second before continuing. “I’m assuming you weighed yourself today, then. When?”

“When I got home.”

“And I know you know that that isn’t the best time to do that. Weight can fluctuate up to-”

“Yes, I know.” You’ve learned all the tips and tricks and hardly needed to hear them all again. “It still doesn’t stop all the stup- the annoying thoughts. And it’s just so irritating, Toshi, dealing with them over and over again. I don’t want to keep thinking about myself like that. I don’t want to base my worth on my weight. I don’t want to feel like I’m… like I’m not good enough for…” Your voice quietened again, not wanting to admit to the fears and doubts your therapist heard so much about.

All the progress and counseling and rationalizations never fully stopped insecurity from creeping its way in, seething that no amount of progress was enough, reasonings were just excuses, and your shrink just a fool. You were too big — unwell, undesirable, unattractive — for society, for friends and family, for Toshi.

He carefully asked, obviously not wishing to pry too much. “What don’t you feel good enough for?”

“You.”

“Oh, honey-”

“I know what you’re gonna say, and I know it isn’t true, but sometimes it feels so real.” Your fingers clamped closed, nails stabbing into your palms. All the CBT and DBT in the world didn’t work. Trusting observable reality, externalization, and distress tolerance didn’t cut it. “I don’t know how to get them to just stop.”

Toshi hummed. The supporting grip came, clenching through the thick blankets. His other hand enveloped both of yours, working them open and relaxed. Four marks indented skin where nails were. At his words, you took a deep breath, steadying the rapidly developing shakiness.

“I’m so sorry you’re struggling so much today. The obsessing isn’t easy, I know. I’ve dealt with it too.” An arm circled your shoulders to bring you close. After kissing your head, he said, “Therapy can get you far, and you’ve done so well with it. I’m so proud of you. But I don’t know if those thoughts and struggles will ever completely go away, either. If I could, I’d take them.”

‘I know,’ you mouthed.

“It’s why I want you to talk to me if you’re struggling. I can’t cure them, but I promise I’ll always try my best to help or distract you.”

You turned into his neck to blink away any looming tears, weakly thanking him. When he began serenading you with his long list of ‘gorgeous’, ‘wonderful’ and ‘delightful’ and lengthy, synonymous praises, your teary eyes rolled internally. But it never failed to make you smile. And you were right: His sweet and sympathetic comfort was quite insufferable. In a good way. In a really good way. It was enough for the knot in your upper back to release and for some pent-up frustrations to sizzle out.

“Did something happen today to make the results feel worse? Or was it a bad day?”

“I don't know. Just a really bad day, I think.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Think just sitting with me is enough.”

“I can do that.” He tilted your chin towards him. Rough fingers gently smoothed over your jaw. “If you are ever struggling with something, tell me. Okay? It doesn’t matter how foolish you think something is. I’m here to help you through all that.”

The rubbing on your jaw switched to brushing through your hair. The other arm snaked around your waist, hand hugging your side, tickling skin through the sweater just barely. Kisses pressed to your temple, peppering a handful of more reveres. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You stretched up to kiss him, still needing to when sitting because his torso was so damn tall. You spoke between connected lips. “And thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for loving you.” Lips reciprocated with a smile. Weight shifted. You laid to the side, settling horizontally across the bed with your thighs open, inviting him into a more attentive, comfortable position. And he did, promptly nestling against you after stripping off his shirt.

The kiss reconnected. You cupped his face, tracing along his rigid jaw and cheeks. Fingers effortlessly unbuttoned your cardigan. Once it was open, they slipped across your abdomen, making you flinch at their chill.

A 'sorry' whispered into your mouth. You lightly laughed with him, pressing your body against his for warmth. Wandering fingers cradled your sides, not caring about any extra weight or stretch marks beneath them.

He never cared.

He purred, “You’re so beautiful.”

He never shied away from your body like you've done to yourself so many times. And to exemplify that, he helped remove your top, leaving you bare and cold underneath him.

“I mean it, no matter how many times I say it.”

“Even when you say it in the cheesiest way possible?”

“Especially then. I wouldn't tell you something without believing it.” Smiling, Toshi kissed down your neck to your clavicle, teeth ever so slightly catching skin but never pinching. “You're beautiful, scars and tattoos and all,” he breathed before kissing said tattoo on your chest, inching closer to your breasts. His traveling stopped to concentrate on your already hard nipple. Swelter covering shivering skin roused moans and humping.

With his mouth occupied, his and your hands worked your underwear off, further seeking heat and arousal. Nearly simultaneously, you palmed his pants and he stroked your clit. Groans skimmed your nipple as he worked his way back to your mouth, hips eagerly grinding with the other's hand.

His pants and boxers were the next to go. Sooner than he could clumsily push them all the way off, you were pumping his half-erect cock, and he scarcely got settled by the time you were lining him up, wanting him inside. Though, he didn’t need much direction to slide in, gradually, for your sake.

You moaned at the familiar stretch. He’d push in a little, pull out, then inch in just a little more until he found a satisfying depth to thrust at. You gripped his sides to keep his chest against yours. It rumbled with buried groans, repeating the same sentiment: “You’re so beautiful.”

You bit a blanket as the constant pace and pleasure started to quickly accumulate. It didn’t matter if it was on the slower side. His length more than made up for it. His mouth never parted from you. His hand never left your stomach, stroking heated skin and groping your sides, keeping you connected and hungry. And the tilt and lightly-haired skin pressing and stressing your clit wouldn’t make this a drawn-out ardor.

The thrusting eased to a leisured push until he bottomed out. Your inner thighs trembled from the shameless, indulgent burden of his entire cock inside. Forearms laid on the bed, enclosing your head. You kissed the arm closest before getting distracted by the lips on your temple. You turned to greet them with your own, smiling as languid thrusting began again.

“Just a little more,” you urged.

The pace didn’t increase, but the force did, only a tiny bit like you asked for, hips lurching rather irregularly. You sought your clit, rubbing at the needed speed.

‘I love you’ echoed between dry kisses. The high reached its limit as calming contractions sent your body rigid. Thighs and arms shuddered, fingers pricking skin through the enjoyment. Your mouth stopped replying, too busy with moaning, leaving his to guide the elongated, tiring kiss.

He groaned heavily into you, his spine needing to curve quite a bit because of his height. But that didn’t stop him from trying or you from grasping at his back through his jerking. You kissed and nipped his shoulder, whispering for his release.

And suddenly, you were left empty for a split second before cum speckled your tummy. You watched, delicately covering his hand with yours, as he shuddered and pumped himself clean. He went flaccid after a minute, his body relaxing on yours as well.

A tiny, white dot had dripped onto your thumb. Not wanting to wipe it anywhere, you licked it off, grinning at the mild salt and his red face.

“Don’t worry. It tastes fine,” you teased.

Toshi grunted in the fluster. He reached over you and grabbed a few tissues from the bedside table, using them to gently clean the mess off of your stomach. As he did, it growled just slightly. He asked with a small laugh, “Did you eat anything for dinner?”

“No. I came home and laid down.”

“Will you? I can make you something.” He kissed your forehead, listing off a few options.

“Pancakes sound good,” you agreed to that option, stretching your arms. He did make wonderful pancakes.

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sluttyhollow · 1 year

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It's cuffing season, And all the girls are leaving to get a big boy, I need a big boy, I want a big boy...

Toshinori Yagi (All Might) x black f!gn!reader

warnings: size kink, rough sex, short reader, oral (f+m recieving), brat reader (reader won't submit without a fight ), dom all might, pre all for one fight (beef cake toshi), fem bodied reader with gn pronouns, full Nelson, mirror sex, unprotected sex (use condoms kids), little fluff and aftercare, use of baby/ little one/ brat, reader gets picked up (Toshi weighs at least 400lbs in muscle form he can pick you up), reader has a time suspension quirk

Notes: somewhat proofread, reader is descriptively black! But y’all feel free to read if you want 🤷🏽‍♀️

It's not even that you were small, just a little on the shorter side. At least compared to normal people you were just short but compared to him... Well he made you look and feel small because everything about him was so big...

Walking next to your man you always wondered what people thought about the two of you, not that you cared or would change anything but he was standing 7 feet tall body made of pure muscle compared to your 5 foot frame. Plus his hero status and the fact that you were obviously a foreigner, with brown skin and textured hair, you two probably made quite the sight.

Never the less, though it made things like kissing and dancing harder, there benefits of being with a man this big extended far past safety and comfort.

The first being how effortlessly he held your thrashing body into the bed. Arms pinning your thighs flat to the bed adding just enough weight to them to prevent you from running from the assault his tongue was giving to your pussy. You were useless against everything he was giving you and fuck he just kept giving you more.

Gripping the two peaks of his hair and trying to pull his head away from your body proved to be even more of a pitiful attempt. He simply moved one big arm across both of your legs and the other one made its way to your hands gripping both in one hand before pulling his self from his meal to look you in the eyes

"You'll Keep still for me won't you, behave, be a good little baby for me and take what I'm giving you"

You were never one for listening to Toshi, it's not that you didn't respect him, he was All Might for fucks sake, but something about him asking you for something made you want to tell him no. Tell him to make you, make him make you. You couldn't help it, he was always so nice and warm, like a teddy bear even when he was fighting dangerous villains he was always smiling. You just really needed to work that smile of his face sometimes. So you did what you do best,

"No" which followed with you squirming more to break free of the hold he currently held you in. Wiggling your lower half trying to scoot further up the bed which ended up putting your pussy right back in his face. Smile still plastered across his face he nipped the side of your thigh those blue eyes fixing you with a pointed look that said behave or else, before he dove face first back into his meal. When he felt like you weren't going to thrash around anymore you felt the arm holding your legs back move and two thick fingers begin to poke at your hole. Licking a strip from the bottom to your clit he kept his tongue working there while his fingers finally slipped in to start working you open for him. He was just too good, the thickness of his fingers and the way his tongue was working against your clit you felt your first, of many to come, orgasm creeping upon you. Before you could peak completely, you shoved your foot in Toshi's face kicking him back from your body just slightly enough to break contact.

A deep sigh ran through the man before he fixed those blues on you again "I thought I told you to be good little one" still smiling though those eyes were starting to harden into something a little more dangerous, a little more feral. A clicking of his tongue could be heard before you were being drug off the bed by your ankles which were quickly thrown over his shoulders as he stood up with you dangling from his neck like a necklace. A low chuckle leaving his mouth before he shoved his face back between the pillows of your legs and resumed his task, this time with much more vigor. Biting your lip to hold every noise he was pulling out of you in, your muscles kept rapidly contracting as he pushed you into your orgasm. Mind going blank as white noise filled your ears you barely managed to hold the deep moan your body wanted to release within your throat. Mouth opening in a silent scream.

“Tsk” large arms wrapping to release the hold your ankles had formed around his neck before gripping your waist and unceremoniously dropping you back on to the bed. Gaining your whereabouts, you opened your eyes to see Toshi standing above you, arms crossed, eyes squinted just a tiny bit and that smile of his starting to drop into something much more akin to a smirk

“I asked you to behave little one and here you are finding another way to disobey me” his hands reached down to pull his shirt over his head revealing his perfectly toned upper half to you before undoing his belt buckle and sliding his both his pants and underwear down in one motion. Springing free and standing at rapt attention his dick was now right in front of you. Intimidating in its size and girth with a flushed red tip that was leaking the smallest drops of pre from it.

Which bought you to number 2.5 his dick was so big and so pretty you just couldn’t help but develop an affinity for having it in your mouth whenever you could.

“Come here little one” this time you moved without much of a fuss, for now at least, lest he stop you from putting him in your mouth. Dropping to your knees in front of him you wrapped one of your hands around his base and placed the other one firmly on his thigh. Opening your mouth just wide enough to let your tongue out you started kitten licking the length of his shaft that your hand wasn’t covering. Running them rough surface if your tongue across his tip a few times you ducked in between your lips before letting it slide into your mouth causing Toshi to groan above you. Grabbing either side of your head he held you still letting you continue your exploration of his length with your mouth. It was a pa to you already knew well but continued to traverse as new territory every time.

“Look at my sweet baby, feels so good having that mouth around me” his words causing you to moan around him. Losing yourself in the feeling of him on your taste buds you had been gradually speeding up your ministrations causing Toshi to start bucking into your mouth to meet your movements. He was getting close, coupious amounts of your combined mixture leaking through the cracks in your pretty lips making a few groan rack through his body. Not wanting to release himself just yet, he made to pull you off of him only to realize you’d used your quirk on him, temporarily suspending his movements. Moving from between his hands and pushing his thick cock further down your throat until your nose grazed the blonde hair spread across his abdomen. You kept your head there barely moving away before coming back down. Toshis moans growing deeper and his breathing breaking into a rapid staccato before you felt his cum shooting fast and hot down your throat. You quickly released your quirk allowing him to grab your hair and yank you back causing the rest of his milky seed to paint the pretty brown skin of your face.

“Insolent little brat” opening your eyes that had fallen closed you noticed that you’d gotten what you initially wanted, Toshis smile was gone. Blue eyes cutting through you with lustful rage, teeth bared as if he was geared to attack at any second. “I let you get away with it all night, gave you chance after chance to be good for me but you just couldn’t do that for me could you” a big hand grabbing your cheeks, squishing them between two large fingers and shaking your head no for you. “I even gave you a treat that you didn’t deserve and you took advantage of it baby” the last word falling out of his mouth with a coo before you were once again lifted from the ground. Your back hit his chest, his arms coming to fold your legs to your chest before his hands were interlocked firmly behind your head. In the time it took him to set you up, he’d also moved to stand right in front of the custom wall length mirror on the far side of the room.

“Look at yourself, now”

Your eyes quickly shot up meeting his through the glass and letting a moan drip out from the sight of yourself. Spread open for his viewing your leaky sex on display front and center. Your face every bit of sinful and his matched perfectly and Cock standing at attention right below the globes of your ass

“How pitiful, you’ve gotten so quiet” he leaned his head right next to your ear before whispering “lose your will to fight that fast baby” chuckling lowly before moving to impale you on him.

Which bought you to number 3 and 4. He always filled you so well, so perfectly and fucked you so good you couldn’t disobey him for the next few days even if you wanted to. Broke you down so pleasantly you would have to listen to his every word so he could put you back together.

“Toooshiii fuuck I’m sorry” head lulling back against his sweat covered chest, eyes flittering closed half way. The words were barely audible over the incessant wet smacking of him against you. The flushed red of his cock looked so pretty nestled between the pink of your inner lips, sliding in and leaving a trail of semi translucent slick across his length as he came back out, a little white ring forming around his base.

“There’s my good little baby, taking me so well, being so good for me” his words of praise for your finally obedient behavior causing you to clench down around him harder pushing you closer to your next orgasm. Feeling the change, he released his hands from behind your head, moved one arm to the front to hold your legs up, forearm falling just across the space between your neck and collar bone. The other hand snaked it’s way to your clit rubbing quick circles into the little nub causing you to arch your back and release on of the sexiest moans he had ever heard

“Come for me, now” And you did, squirting covering your thighs and his hand as it dripped down to cover your ass increasing the sound of wet skin slapping

“So fucking good for me, I’m going to use you to cum okay, just sit there and take it for me” adding just the slightest bit more strength to his thrust, he continued to fuck up into you before he finally released himself into you. It was so good and so much, another perk of having such a big man taking care of you. Filling your womb and belly satiating the remaining desire inside you and leaving you all too satisfied. Once you both started breathing at temporal rhythm again, he slid himself out of you, a fat glob of his cum sliding out with him staining the floor, and laid you across the bed. He momentarily walk away to grab the necessities to clean you up before sliding clean underwear on you both and climbing in bed and pulling you beside him.

Which bought you back to the beggining. He was so soft even with planes of muscle that one he wrapped you in his arms, your were falling asleep soon after. Whispering a barely audible thank you to your man before tapping out completely while he planted barely there kisses across your face.

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ghost-party · 2 years

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SUMMARY: Toshinori Yagi should be excited. He’s living abroad in America and enrolled as a freshman at the renowned California Institute of Hero Studies.

Instead, he’s struggling to balance his bright and sunny public persona with his personal anxieties and debilitating grief. But when he meets you, he begins to find his footing and and realize there’s a place for him here after all.

In the midst of beach trips and frat parties, hero training and internships, setbacks and tragedy, he finds lifelong friends, a renewed sense of purpose, and, most unexpectedly, love.

PAIRINGS: All Might x F!Reader // All Might x David Shield // F!Reader x OC

RATING: Explicit — IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT!

CURRENT WORD COUNT: 20K

TAGS: canon divergent, death, grief, hurt/comfort, depression, anxiety, slow burn romance, explicit sexual content

WARNINGS: These will be included with each chapter.

STATUS: In Progress

This fic is for @mybigbangacademia and features art from @stormcallart. You can see the art here, as well as in Chapter 4!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 — Coming Soon

#masterlist #my hero academia #mha #bnha #all might x reader #yagi toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #toshinori x reader #mybigbangacademia

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kakusu-shipping · 8 months

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Emile Hides - He/She

Agender - Gendercute - Fray/Panromantic - Asexual - Polyam

24 years old

Autistic - OCD - URAD - Anxiety

Age Regressor - Permakid - Age Locked

Proship - Self Ship - Fudanshi

Art Tag: Emile’s Arts

Writing Tag: Emile’s Writing

Edit Tag: Emile's Edits

This is my Ship and Let Ship blog where I post about ships I like, Self Ship as loudly as possible, write X Readers curated to me and me alone, and ramble about my F/Os in the tags of other people’s posts.

Full F/O list under the cut (Very Long)

Romantic F/Os

Koro-Sensei - Assassination Classroom

Toshinori Yagi (All Might) - My Hero Academia

Nezu - My Hero Academia

Mashirao Ojiro + Neito Monoma + Hitoshi Shinso - My Hero Academia

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) + Kendo Rappa - My Hero Academia

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress) + Jin Bubaigawa (Twice) - My Hero Academia

All For One - My Hero Academia

Makarov Dreyar - Fairy Tail

Toma E. Fiore + Mako - Fairy Tail

Jackpot - Fairy Tail/OC

Zanoba Shirone - Jobless Reincarnation

Leuvis - The Promised Neverland

Kyube - Madoka Magica

Isaac - Castlevania

Ginko - Mushishi

Takashi Morinozuka - Ouran Highschool Host Club

Tetsuo Takahashi - Interviews with Monster Girls

Kometani Chushaku + Naruse Shisuto - Komi Can't Communicate

Shouko Kirishima + Yuuji Sakamoto - Baka and Test

Masato Hanzawa - Sasaki and Miyano/Hirano and Kagiura

Gonzaburo Taishiro - Sasaki and Miyano/Hirano and Kagiura

Franky Franklin - Spy X Family

Riri - Romantic Killer

Junta Hayami - Romantic Killer

Harunobu Nikaidou - March comes in like a Lion

Otsu + Minegishi - Manly Appetites

Muta - The Cat Returns

Scorpia - She-Ra

Bismuth + Peridot + Lapis - Steven Universe

Eda Clawthorn + Raine Whispers - The Owl House

Hieronymus Bump - The Owl House

Phillip Wittebane - The Owl House

Good Billions + Bad Billions - Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts

Tad Mullholand - Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts

Alfur - Hilda

Big Macintosh - My Little Pony

Ruby Gloom + Skull Boy - Ruby Gloom

The Snork - Moominvalley 2019

Lynn Angel + Nick Hoult - All Saints Street

Teddy - Bob's Burgers

Sisu - Raya and the Last Dragon

Zack Binspin - Moshi Monsters

Allhands - Drawga

Gyorik Rogdul + Grendan Highforge + Rosé - Drawtectives

James - Pokemon Anime

N - Pokemon Black/White

Drayden - Pokemon Black/White

Lillie - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Molayne + Sophocles - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Guzma - Pokemon Masters

Milo + Gordie - Pokemon Sword/Shield

Clavell - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Jacq + Saguaro + Salvatore + Hassel - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Kieran + Drayton - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Hydreigon - Pokemon Black/White2

Chesnaught - Pokemon XY

Inteleon - Pokemon Sword/Shield

Armarouge (Charlos) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Bloodmoon Ursaluna - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Heracross - Monster Mind

Smeargle + Kecleon - Monster Mind

Mario + Luigi - Super Mario

C.Q. Cumber - Splatoon 2

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3

Jel La Fleur - Splatoon 3

Isabelle + Tom Nook + Redd + Brewster - Animal Crossing

Papyrus - Undertale

Vulkin - Undertale

Spamton - Deltarune

Swatchlings - Deltarune

Viktor Humphries - Slime Rancher

Dick Gumshoe - Ace Attorney

Raymond Sheilds - Ace Attorney

Phineas Flilch - Ace Attorney

Hifumi Yamada + Celestia Ludenburgh - Danganronpa 1

Teruteru Hanamura - Danganronpa 2

Toko Fukawa + Genocide Jack - Danganronpa UDG

Ryoma Hoshi + Gonta Gokuhara - Danganronpa V3

Monokuma - Danganronpa series

Shirokuma - Danganronpa series

Kyle Klim (K) - Virtue's Last Reward

GTM-CM-G-OLM - Virtue's Last Reward

Kazuaki Nanaki + Hitori Uzune - Hatoful Boyfriend

The King - Hatoful Boyfriend

Zenyatta - Overwatch

Ramattra - Overwatch

B.O.B. + Bars - Overwatch

Maximillien - Overwatch

Lynx17 - Overwatch

Iggy - Overwatch

Toy Freddy + Funtime Freddy - Five Nights at Freddy's AU

Nightmare Fredbear - Five Nights at Freddy's 4

Sun - Five Nights at Freddy's Security Breach

Leshy - Inscryption

Magnificus - Inscryption

Theodore DaCabe (The New Prince) - Chzo Mythos

Anna (The Huntress) - Dead by Daylight

Al-An - Subnautica Below Zero

Mae Borowski - Night in the Woods

Candyman - Lethal League

Gabocha - Suikoden 2

Richmond - Suikoden 2

Neclord - Suikoden 2

Luca Blight - Suikoden 2

Andras - Hell's Library

Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children

Reed + Leigh - Middlegame

Queerplatonics/Metamours

Aguri Yukimura - Assassination Classroom - Queerplatonic

Mei Hatsume - My Hero Academia - Queerplatonic

Rikiya Yostubashi (ReDestro) - My Hero Academia - Queerplatonic

Reedus Jonah - Fairy Tail - Queerplatonic

Pantherlily - Fairy Tail - Queerplatonic

Peridot - Steven Universe - Queerplatonic

Nemona - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Queerplatonic

Raifort - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Queerplatonic

Bowser - Super Mario - Queerplatonic

Cobb - Animal Crossing - Queerplatonic

Genocider Syo (Genocide Jack/Jill) - Danganronpa UDG - Queerplatonic

Winston - Overwatch - Queerplatonic

Goobert - Inscryption - Queerplatonic

Neito Monoma + Hitoshi Shinso - My Hero Academia - Metamours

Naruse Shisuto - Komi Can't Communicate - Metamour

Minegishi - Manly Appetites - Metamour

Baron Humbert Gon Gikkingen - The Cat Returns - Metamour

Lapis Lazuli - Steven Universe - Metamour

Nick Hoult - All Saints Street - Metamour

Brassius - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Metamour

Princess Peach + Princess Daisy + Prince Peasely - Super Mario - Metamours

Shuu Iwamine - Hatoful Boyfriend - Metamour

Abra - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Grovyle - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Buizel - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Rhydon - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Sandslash - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Lucario - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Drayden - Pokemon Black/White - Trainer

Wilkstrom - Pokemon X/Y - Trainer

Salvatore - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Trainer

Shiintonic - Pokemon Anime - Partner

Stoutland (Rusty) - Pokemon Black/White2 - Partner

Mincinno (Nezu) - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Partner

Armarouge (Charlos) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Partner

Koraidon - Pokemon Scarlet - Partner

Ogerpon (Clementine) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Partner

Weavile - Pokemon - Partner

Familials

Heatran + Entei - Pokemon - Parents

Marlo + Dora - Animal Crossing - Parents

Ginko + Adashino - Mushishi - Parents

Tony Mario - Mario Movie - Father

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3 - Father

Ridley Wizen - Suikoden 2 - Father

Frank Columbo - Columbo - Father

Opal - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Mother

Briar - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Mother

Beware - Pokemon Anime - Mother

Toriel - Undertale - Mother

Reaper Leviathan - Subnautica - Mother

Alder - Pokemon Black/White - Parental Figure

Toadsworth - Super Mario - Parental Figure

Mondatta - Overwatch - Parental Figure

Nezu - My Hero Academia - Parental Figure

Clavell - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Grandfather

Rizzo - Animal Crossing - Grandfather

Craig Cuttlefish - Splatoon - Grandfather

Kaoru Toudou - Baka and Test - Grandmother

Elvin Gadd - Super Mario - Uncle

Drayden - Pokemon Black/White - Uncle

Petri - Animal Crossing - Aunt

Mitsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Big Sister

Sekijiro Kan - My Hero Academia - Big Brother

Boris Wizen - Suikoden 2 - Big Brother

Molayne - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Big Brother

Jelonzo - Splatoon - Big Brother

James Ratari - The Promised Neverland - Big Brother

Peter Ratari - The Promised Neverland - Little Brother

Victini - Pokemon Black/White - Little Brother

Arven - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Little Brother

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) - My Hero Academia - Twin Brother

Kyoya Ootori - Ouran Highschool Host Club - Found Sibling

Cyrus - Pokemon Platinum - Found Sibling

Genji Shimada - Overwatch - Found Sibling

Ramattra - Overwatch - Found Sibling

Micheal Bleak - Wayward Children - Found Sibling

Mario + Luigi - Super Mario - Cousins

Ingo + Emmet - Pokemon Black/White - Cousins

Callie + Marie - Splatoon - Cousins

Sophocles - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Cousin

Samson - Animal Crossing - Cousin

Ira Blood - All Saints Street - Cousin

Cosmog (Nebby) - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Daughter

Amy Rose - Sonic Series - Daughter

Berdly - Deltarune - Daughter

Akito Sohma - Fruits Basket - Daughter

Julie - Jobless Reincarnation - Daughter

Jack + Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children - Daughters

Bede + Allister - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Sons

Pecharunt (Momotaro) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Son

Rabbid Luigi (Louis) - Mario + Rabbids - Son

Espio - Sonic Series - Son

Neito Monoma - My Hero Academia - Son

Inasa Yoarashi - My Hero Academia - Son

Ichiban Natsuno - Mix; Meisei Story - Son

Black Hat - Villainous - Son

The Collector - The Owl House - Son

Hastur - The Baby in Yellow - Son

Sam - Trick R' Treat - Child

Luz + King + Hunter - Kids

Bowser Jr. + Koopalings - Super Mario - Kids

The Lab Kids - Animal Crossing - Kids

Boss Salmonids - Splatoon 3 - Kids

Warriors of Hope - Danganronpa UDG - Kids

The Monokubs - Danganronpa V3 - Kids

Rosalina - Super Mario - Niece

Sonic + Tails - Sonic Series - Nephews

Jelfonzo - Splatoon - Nephew

Katsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Nephew

Snufkin - Moominvalley 2019 - Nephew

Laxus Dreyar - Fairy Tail - Grandson

505 - Villainous - Grandson

Zanoba Shirone - Jobless Reincarnation - Student

The Squidbeak Splatoon - Splatoon - Family

Danganronpa V3 Cast - Danganronpa UDG - Family

The Fairy Tail Guild - Fairy Tail - Family

Class 3-E - Assassination Classroom - Family

Fatfam - My Hero Academia - Family

League of Villains - My Hero Academia - Family

The Sohmas - Fruits Basket - Family

The Evil Slasher Orphanage - Various - Family

Besties

Toshimitsu Kubo - Baka and Test

Irina Jelavic + Tadaomi Karasuma - Assassination Classroom

UA Teachers - My Hero Academia

Lucy's Celestial Spirits - Fairy Tail

Samuel - Fairy Tail

Yuuko Ichihara + Kimihiro Watanuki + Shizuka Domeki - XXXHolic

The Host Club - Ouran Highschool Host Club

Ritsu Sohma - Fruits Basket

Makoto Katai - Komi Can't Communicate

Miyano Yoshikazu + Sasaki Shuumei - Sasaki and Miyano

Hanazawa Masato - Sasaki and Miyano

Entrapta + Hordak - She-Ra

Grime + Sasha - Amphibia

Iris + Misery + Frank and Len - Ruby Gloom

The Joxter - Moominvalley

Flug Syls - Villainous

Jessie + Meowth + Wobbuffet - Pokemon Anime

Cheren + Bianca - Pokemon Black/White

Hau + Gladion - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Dendra + Miriam - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Team Star - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

The Leauge Club - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Grimer - Monster Mind

Elvin Gadd - Super Mario

Metal Mario + Gooigi - Super Mario AU

Doctor Mario + Mr. L - Super Mario AU

Pearl + Marina - Splatoon

Spyke - Splatoon

The Mad Scientist Team - Animal Crossing

Chara - Undertale

Kris - Deltarune

Chihiro Fujisaki + Kiyotaka Ishimaru + Mondo Owada - Danganronpa 1

Kazuichi Soda - Danganropa 2

Ultimate Imposter + Ryoma Mitarai - Danganronpa 3

Hiroko Hagakura + Yuta Asahina + Taichi Fujisaki - Danganronpa UDG

The Nightmare Animatronics - Five Nights at Freddy's 4

Bonbon - Five Nights at Freddy's; Sister Location

Moon - Five Nights at Freddy's; Security Breach

Helpi - Five Nights at Freddy's; Security Breach RUIN

Huggy Wuggy + Mommy Long Legs - Poppy Playtime

Jamison Fawks (Junkrat) + Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) - Overwatch

Younster Squad (All heroes in their early 20's) - Overwatch

Team Talon - Overwatch

Gregg Lee + Angus Delaney - Night in the Woods

Nina - Suikoden 2

Klaus Windmier + Sierra Mikain - Suikoden 2

Claire + Brevity + Hero + Ramiel - Hell's Library

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msnanami · 3 months

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ᰔ 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 ᰔ

MINOR DNI! 18+ ONLY Pairing: Aizawa x f! Reader

Word Count: 2.5k+ CW: Spanking, Biting, Making up, Sexual Tension, Angry make out, Smut with feelings, light BDSM, some breeding. Summary: What's better than talking out your feelings with your ex-boyfriend Aizawa when you can just show him how much you missed him? A/N: I was so into this that I started to write a fanfic of reunited lovers. Making reader an OC. Will upload soon here! :) (Also it's on my ao3/wattpad account already)

You set down your empty cup on the table as you lolled back your head and closed your eyes. You haven’t slept since the night one of your top students was kidnapped and the press conference was adding more stress on you. It annoyed you even more than ever. Wanting to just hide from them and find him yourself. You slightly hear your name, but decide to ignore it.

“HELLO! ANYONE IN THERE?!” You open your eyes and see Nemuri, the Rated X Pro-Herp Midnight, waving her hand over your face. You growled as you sat back straight trying to regain your thoughts again. You had completely lost yourself in the drink that you’ve just ordered, forgetting that you were at the bar.

“Don’t beat yourself up my cutie! That kid will be back before you know it!” You gave her a small smile and your turn around seeing your other two colleagues that had joined the both of you.

Toshinori, the Symbol of Hope, All Might in his human form. To his side was Shota, the Eraser hero, EraserHead. Both of them were right across from both of you, seemed to be in their own world talking about who knows what. You haven’t seen Shota all cleaned up since the days you both were students at U.A. You couldn’t help it but you kept your eyes on him a bit longer than you should have, because the second you realized you were staring too long you both made eye contact. Warmth spreads quickly all over your face. You quickly turn to Nemuri trying to brush it off but at your surprise you see the woman beaming with a smile at you. Well shit.

“Not a word.” you grinned your teeth as you started to get up from your seat with your empty cup. Seeking for it to be refilled. She grabs your wrist to stop you, “Come on, you can’t drink away this pain. You need to find another healthier way to release that anger you have.” she gives you a sly smile as she looks towards the man.

“Ugh Nemuri, I’m fine.” you shake her off from you, as you make your way to the bartender for your refill. You were looking down, busy brushing down your black sheath dress until you bumped into the wall. You looked up and noticed it was actually Shota looking down on you with his stern look as always. You stared back at him angrily, but deep inside of you the butterflies were going crazy in your stomach. The height difference between the both of you always gave it an extra kick. Unsure what was making you feel so warm all of a sudden. The alcohol or the way his dark eyes were preying on you.

“That’s enough.” he says in his deep voice as he brings up your hand with the cup and takes it away from you, keeping his hand on your wrist. You inspect the way his whole hand covers your whole wrist, and your imagination starts to quickly flow of where else you would like the hand to be next. It wasn’t the first time you had these sexual thoughts of him. You’ve been tempted for a while to feel his lips against your skin once more. You quickly shake your head and take a step back from him.

“I don’t need your pity Aizawa. I know what I am doing and I don’t need you breathing down my neck as if I’m a child.” You bite the inside of your cheek trying to stop the tears from forming. Ugh maybe it is time to stop drinking.

“No matter how prepared we were, we couldn’t have prevented this.”

“You liar!” you shouted at him as others from the bar turned around to see what was happening. “If you hadn't interfered, they could have taken me instead, but no. You made me stay put!”

You clench your fist as you keep looking up towards Shota. He doesn’t remove his eyes from you, and neither do you.

“Come on, I think it’s time to go home.” Toshinori tries to gently pull you away from him.

“You’re such a brat. I honestly still don’t understand why you even came back to work at UA despite your previous reputation you had -” you didn’t let him finish that sentence as the palm of your hand slapped him across the face. You were full of emotions, but the one that was taking over your broken heart was betrayal. Betrayed from the person who was meant to have your back since day one. Your first friend, classmate, and first love. You grabbed your purse from your chair and walked out of the bar leaving behind Toshinori and Nemuri with their jaws on their floor.

“Aizawa” Toshinori whispers angrily. He knew he had taken it too far and deserved that slap from you. All he wanted to do was to protect you, but instead he kept hurting you. Shota sighs as he relaxes his shoulders and grabs his coat that was on his chair. He puts it on as he brushes the strain of hair that felt out from the slap behind his ear. He walks out of the bar attempting to catch up to you.

“I swear if those two don’t fix the sexual tension between them, we will all remain miserable.” Nemuri’s comment made Toshinori fluster and scolded her to not talk about the both of you like that, as she laughed at him.

You were walking down the street in the dark back to your house. You were covering your arms with your hands from the cold. You look up the empty street. For once it was quiet. No cars, no people, just your heels echoing. It felt relaxing just seeing the street light guiding you through the street. The wind picked up, making you start to shiver. Suddenly you felt a coat laying on your shoulders. You turn to your side and see Shota looking straight forward, avoiding your gaze contact. You grasp on to the coat and look down. You both continue to walk in silence. You turn the corner and you arrive at your house. You take out your keys to unlock the front door, but you leave the key hanging on the lock.

“You can leave me alone. I don’t need you as a babysitter, Aizawa.”

“I didn’t come to apologize.”

Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach and you felt a knot developing in your throat.

You turn around meeting his familiar dark look. You examine his eyes starting to get red from the sleepless nights he has had. His hair bun slowly falling apart. Everything about him was slowly coming apart, except for his scent. His cologne is starting to fill your nostrils, making your heart race. You just couldn’t get enough. You both were a mess and you just wanted it to be messier.

“Then why are you even here? Why did you follow me? To keep belittling me? To remind me I will never be good enough!?”

“This whole situation is not even about you. Get a grip on yourself!”

“But my feelings are still valid! Ever since I came back all you ever done is brush me off like nothing ever happened between us.”

Shota’s face softens and for the first time since you have arrived. You see the same person that you fell in love with years ago. He brings your hand to your cheek and wipes away a tear that you didn’t notice that escaped.

“You think it was easy for me to see you on campus for the first time after many years without any contact from you? You think it’s easy for me to see you everyday smiling and laughing, knowing I am not the person who is behind it?! One day you’re calling me Shota and the next day you're just referring to me as Aizawa and it fucking hurts me.” Your back is touching the door and there is no space between you and Shota as he moves his head down to be at eye level with you. His hand was next to your face almost caging you in. Your chest is rising up and down against his.

“I hate you.” You said clenching your teeth.

“And I hate you too.”

He clashes his lips with yours with hunger and you return it back. It wasn’t the first time you have kissed him, but it was the first time you wanted to savor him. Your tongues meet as one of his hands starts to wrap around your waist. A soft moan escapes from your mouth and his other hand takes the keys from you to unlock the front door. You both entered the house kicking your shoes off while still tasting each other. You grab onto his tie guiding him down the hall to your room as he unzips your dress from the back.

Once you arrived in your room, you gave a small whine as you felt his lips disappear. You look up to him and his pupils are enlarged. Full of hunger and lust. You take a step back and you slowly remove your dress, while his eyes are watching it fall to the floor. Leaving you with just your panties on. Your breasts are exposed, flashing your hard, much needed attention nipples.He slowly examines your body, making a mental note of all the parts he wants to kiss, taste, and mark. The way the moon light was shining on your body made you look more beautiful than any other goddess in history.

He takes a step forward removing all the space between the both of you. He tilts your chin up with his finger, looking deep into your lustful eyes.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” he says in a husky voice.

“Only if you show it to me.”

Your lips meet again. Shota’s hands wander from your waist, making their way down to your ass. He slaps it, making you break the kiss and lolling your head back, exposing your neck. He starts licking your neck and biting it softly. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding into his dent. He groans at your movement as he carries you towards your bed, dropping you softly in the middle of it.

You give him a passionate kiss while your hands go to unbuckle his belt. Shota grabs both your hands with one hand and pins them above your head.

“You told me to show you, and that is exactly what I’m about to do.” he whispers into your ear, making you moan.

He takes off his tie and uses it to tie both of your wrists on your bed headboard. You gasped as he tightened it, making you rub your thighs together.

“Tell me you want me.” He demands, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. Both of your pupils are enlarged, full of darkness and desire.

Shota pulls one of your legs over his hip, giving you a good slap on your ass. You lolled your head back.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

You shake your head.

“I-I-want you.”

Your tongues meet again, fighting to get down on each other's throats. He moves to kissing you down your jaw, biting the side of your neck. Making you hiss in pain, but then soothing it over his tongue; leaving a mark stating that you’re his.

He starts sucking on one of your breasts as he starts kneading the other.

You moan in pleasure, feeling your panties getting wet.

He bites down on your nipple and a sudden pleasure scream escapes your mouth.

He hums in approval and switches over to the other breast as he continues to grin on to your soaking clothing. Your legs are thrown over his shoulder giving you access to your wet core.

Shota licks you down, kissing all your battle scars that you had from fighting. The traveling stops at your abdomen looking up to you. He is so damn lucky to have you under him. Your hair stuck to your face from the sweat, your gorgeous breasts raising up and down quickly, and panting out the beautiful moans that were music to his ears.

He gets on his knees to see a better look at you. He rolls up his sleeves up to his elbows, exposing his muscular, veiny forearms. He gets back down and slowly pulls down your panties as he keeps eye contact with you. He breathes on to your needy cunt, sending an electric wave up your spine. Gasping trying to form words, but your mind is just fogged up with him.

Shota licks you from the bottom up, humming in satisfaction. He digs his tongue between your dripping folds and starts devouring you like a man who has been starving for days. No. Weeks.

He inserts two fingers inside of you, making him tilt his head a bit down and hit your clit with his nose all at the same time.

You scream out a moan out from the shockness, trying to hide your face under your arms from embarrassment. Even though it is not your first time having sex, no one has ever made you scream that loud, let alone scream.

You take a look and you are greeted with his onyx eyes looking at you.

“Let me hear your beautiful voice again”. Shota starts sucking on your clit. The knot inside of you is about to be undone, and your eyes are starting to roll back from the pleasure this man has been giving you.

“Please,” you moan out, “I’m..I’m..going to cum”, you drop your head back on your pillow. Shota picks up his speed, hooking his fingers inside of you. You scream again, rolling your eyes back to your head, feeling on cloud 9.

You open your eyes, trying to catch your breath, and you see Shota wiping your cum off his face, as he’s taking off his shirt. You needed a break, but you knew well enough your break was about to get cut very short.

You get mesmerized admiring his beautiful sculpted body. You wanted to lick his strong muscles and leave marks on him. A mental photo of him won’t be good enough. You need a picture of him like this. You were so stuck in your dirty little slutty thoughts that you didn’t realize he was fully naked, aligning himself between your legs.

“Are you ready?” he asked you.

“For you. Always.” He leans down to give you a deep kiss. You gasp as you feel him slowly entering you. You arch your back and Shota bites down your shoulder trying to cover his grunt.

“You’re taking me so well, fuck” he says against your soft skin.

You keep feeling him enter you and you’re starting to wonder if you can actually take him fully.

Next thing you know he shoves the rest of him inside of you making you choke on your moan.

“There you go. Such a good girl taking my cock in your tight little pussy of yours.” His praise made you feel that knot develop once again. Shota starts to pick up his pace. Your breasts bounce and the slaps of your skins start to echo through your room. He licks his thumb and starts circling your clit.

“Shota..please” You plead him with your doe eyes. He comes to a pause, because the way you moan out his name was about to make him finish right then and there. He looks at you and gives you one more deep kiss.

“I want it..please…I want it all.” you whisper on to his lips. Your legs are resting on his chest in a mating position and he starts jamming you fast. You feel him so deep in you, that you know you will not be able to walk the next day. You loved the feeling he was making you feel.

You both moan each other's name. Shota finishes inside of you and you end up squirting on him. The both of you are not patting, trying to catch your breath.

Shota leaves to your bathroom that’s inside your room and you hear the bathtub water running. You’re about to fall asleep, until he comes back to untie. He picks you and carries you in a bridal position to the steamy bathroom, setting you between his legs inside the bathtub filled with warm water. Your head leans on to his chest and he tilts your face towards him. Resting his forehead on yours.

“Stay with me please” he says in a low voice.

“Anything for you.”

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sugolara · 1 month

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𝙍𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙪𝙩𝙮

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

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When morning arrived, Shota and Toshinori wasted no time gathering people who they wanted to train. They knew of the risks they were taking but luckily with the help of those who had knowledge on fighting, there would be no problem. He was, however, concerned and bothered by the fact he’d probably be taking those who were just coming of age.

Quite a few people, including F/n were tiredly standing by, waiting for Shota’s and Toshinori instructions. She covered her mouth as she let out a yawn and blinked her sleepiness away.

Next to her stood Hanta who had trouble keeping himself up. His figure swayed as his eyes threatened to close.

“Good morning!” Izuku beamingly smiled as he stood next to the girl.

She squinted at him, “How the fuck are you so chirpy.”

He let out a chuckle, placing his hands in the pockets of his sweater, “I have no idea. I had just come back from a run over an hour ago. I’m running on three hours of sleep.”

“Wow.” She eyed his figure, noticing his dishevel figure, “Anyways, you know why we're here?”

He shook his head, “No, not really. But judging from the bus and getting here early, I’m sure it's not good.”

She hadn’t even realized there was a bus. Where did they even acquire such a big vehicle? Damn, did she really need coffee, “Shota had told us that we’ll be shooting guns. Defending ourselves.”

He hummed, then eyed her, “Why are you here? You already know how to use one.”

She slightly glared at Shota, “I’m here because I’m teaching people the equipment. So is Hanta.”

He looked at the male next to her, his eyes were shut and Izuku wondered if Hanta was asleep, and if he were he was amazed at how he could sleep standing up. He then looked back at F/n, his smile returning, “How do you feel about helping us.”

“Not my cup of tea.” She said, slightly swaying to keep herself warm, “Do I really want to teach a bunch of people who don’t know jack? No. Why not let them stay behind.”

He didn’t know why he asked her that when he already knew the answer. He let out a sigh, a fog of breath coming out, “Most of these people are my friends.”

“Well sorry to say it, but most will end up dying.” She shrugged though she ended up walking away as Shota had informed them to get on the bus.

Izuku stared at her leaving form, “Couldn’t hurt to be nice.”

When she took her seat, she couldn’t help but think back to her family's farm. What if it turned out the same? She’s seen what a horde could do, so imagining the same thing happening with Sorston, all she could see is blood staining the streets.

She had looked out the window when the bus began to drive off. She got a good look at the area. If it were to happen again, she needed a way out where she could hide until the horde finished ripping the community apart.

“What are you worried about?” Shoto said, as he had taken a seat next to her. He had been waiting for her to start the conversation, but upon seeing her brows furrowed, he thought she must've been worried about something.

She looked at him, swallowing her saliva, “Nothing. Just wondering how I’ll maintain my sanity.”

He let out a chuckle, “What makes you say that?”

“Because I got to train you newbies.” She smiled at him, “It’s not easy.”

“We’re just shooting guns.” He said, “Show us how the safety works, how to aim, how to shoot, how to fill the chamber and unload.”

“There’s more to it.” She said as she looked out the window, “After they know everything, who's to say their minds won’t go blank when they face danger. I mean look at these people, Shoto. They’ve all been hiding inside the walls and probably haven't seen a dead since they arrived.”

Shoto knew what she meant and as he looked around, she was right, but he wanted her to keep hope, “Maybe they’ll prove you wrong.”

She softly scoffed as she glanced at the window, her eyes then shifted above where she could see Shoto’s glared frame. Not a chance in hell was she wrong.

One by one they all got off the bus with Gunhead being last. They entered a park, gates surrounding the small field as it was supposed to be reconstructed, adding in a different playground that could be considered kid friendly.

A few ripped up and dirty banners hung from the gates. A long while back Gunhead and a few people from the council team had cleared the area, hanging up tarps so that no one could see inside where they would train.

The civilians of Sorston hardly used the areas as they wouldn’t dare to venture out the walls, so the field was hardly used except for Gunhead and those he took under his wing like Ochaco. The said male grabbed the duffel bags and set them near a table.

Shota had pulled F/n aside and pointed to a few metal poles. The poles were meant to hold a ball but it was replaced by worn out tires, a few bullet holes engraving it, “That’s what you’ll be using to train them.”

“Yeah, I know what to do.” F/n said, remembering when her father showed her, “What about upgrading?”

Shota stared at the girl, “What do you mean upgrading?”

“Like making them, uh, shoot the dead.” She waved her hand, “There's no way they’ll be able to face their fears by shooting some old worn out tires.”

Shota gave her a look, “We’re not there yet. For now we’ll take things slow.”

“Take things slow.” She scoffed, “Then how exactly are you going to make them learn?”

“By shooting the damn tires.” He said before leaving, “Nothing more.”

“Well see how that plays out.” She mumbled and looked at the tires. The gate rattling had caught her attention. She turned to where the bus was parked, a few rotters trying to claw their way inside and looking at a few people standing by Gunhead.

They seemed scared as their faces worryingly looked at the rotters. Some held themselves and made sure they stood behind someone in case the dead got in. It was a pathetic sight to her as she shook her head, looking back at the tires, “These people are so dead.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Katsuki said as he stood by her, he was so glad that he had gotten to her first before Izuku and Shoto. He then shoved his gun to her chest, “C’mon, show me how to use it.”

She scoffed as she grabbed it, “You already know how to use it. Or did your numbskull brain forget?”

“Yeah, fuck you.” He said, placing his hands on his hips, “Show me what you know.”

She eyed the gun, her thumb hovering a small lever on the side of the gun, “You see this?”

His humming had her continue, “When your magazine, or chamber, runs out of bullets, you’ll pull this lever upwards, and when you hear a click, it means you can slide out the magazine. Watch.”

He carefully watched her movements, following her fingers. She moved her fingers so quickly, that he needed her to show him a second time. Though he wasn’t going to ask her, he’ll figure it out to save him the embarrassment.

“And here's your magazine.” She said, showing the inside, “No bullet, but once you do you’ll put them in here neatly otherwise the shit won’t go through and make sure it’s facing the direction of the muzzle, the muzzle is where the bullet comes out, the tip, alright?”

“‘Kay.” He said, taking in the information, “So when can I fucking shoot.”

She quickly placed the magazine back inside and slid the barrel backwards. The action was too fast for Katsuki’s eyes to follow as he suddenly felt the muzzle on his chest, “You're dead. Pew, pew.”

He scoffed, slapping her head, a coat of blush staining his cheeks, “Didn't your crazy man ever teach you not to play with that!?”

“My crazy dad taught me to shoot.” She grinned at him, “So I’m shooting.”

He looked away, making sure that she couldn’t see his blushy face. He heard her let out a chuckle, the action causing his heart to speed up. Should he blame that on the sun that was covered by the clouds?

“Take your time!” Toshinori yelled out, trying to outmatch the gunshots. He noted that a few were scared from accidentally startling the rotters, “Don’t be scared about the dead, I have a team taking care of that.”

Some time had passed, a group of people sat on benches, learning the parts of the weapons by Hanta and F/n. The other half were taught to shoot by Toshinori, Gunhead and Shota. Then there were a few that took out the rotters that came close to the gates.

F/n was rather getting bored of her teaching. Having to repeat it multiple times is something she didn't find exciting, “You see how the barrel is slid back and there's this small little opening in the middle?”

Mina, Momo, Eijiro, Izuku and Shoto nodded. For now she would teach them while Hanta would teach a different group. Since she first taught Katsuki, the male had been placed in the shooting ring where he practiced his aim, “This small opening is called the ejection port. It's where the bullet goes and since I already showed you how to load and unload the magazine you should be all set.”

Mina nodded as she eyed her gun, “I noticed there was a different type of gun. How does that one work?”

F/n grabbed the mentioned gun, “It's called a revolver and just like the pistol, it's got a little lever. You slide, the cylinder comes out, you put bullets and then click it back in. When you shoot you open the cylinder back up, flip it so that the casing or the shell falls out and put in new bullets.”

The group oohed as they eyed the revolver. She nodded, impressed how quickly they catched on. This was going faster than she expected, “Now, when you drop the casing don’t try to grab it. If you just fired it, the casing will be hot, okay.”

“Yes.” Shoto said, his eyes shining at the revolver, “Now what about the rifles?”

“Oh, Shoto, Shoto, Shoto.” She let out a chuckle, placing the gun down, “It’s actually quite easy. The same as the pistols.”

Izuku nodded as he remembered his old rifle he held, “Right, I know how to use one. It’s very easy, but I don't know most of the parts besides the magazine.”

“Well if you know how to use one,” She imitated a smile, “Then you’re all good. Anyways I need a damn break.”

“Wait!” Momo stood up, “What about the rifles!?”

She waved her hand, “Izuku will teach you that.”

All this teaching was giving her a headache. She needed space away from them all, so she sat a bit further ahead on a bench facing a playground that was being built. She sniffled, her nose becoming cold from the air.

If she and Katsuki and Izuku along with Shoto were still outside, they would most definitely freeze. She was actually grateful for Sorston as they offered a warm bed, warm shower and meals, but she couldn't help but prefer being outside. It was in her nature to love it.

She wiped her eyes as she looked at the group that fired their guns. She noted that some were scared from the loud noise, a few being paranoid and some giving in their all into making a bullet in the tire; like Ochaco.

She didn’t know much about the girl, but the way she held the gun and her stance, it had F/n thinking she had potential. She cocked her head, perhaps she and the girl would get along well. She then saw Shota wave at a few people, it was time for those on the benches to shoot a gun.

She looked at Katsuki as he made his way towards her, “I see you did a terrible job.”

He ignored her comment, “You do know why we're here, right?”

She shrugged, though she didn’t get to have a say as he continued, “Mr. Nezu’s trying to free Sorston from danger. Let people live freely without anyone guessing who’s next to die. The supplies are becoming scarce from the way Tomura demands everything.”

He eyed the girl, but as usual, she held a face that he couldn’t read. He stared at his feet waiting for her to say something. He wondered if she even heard him as the situation they were in meant they’d soon be facing danger and he wanted her to take this seriously.

She looked at the new set of people firing their weapons and spoke, “This whole thing is so stupid. Preparing these people for some damn fight is going to get us killed. I don’t see why Shota can’t grab intel before heading to kill Tomura’s group.”

Katsuki had to scoff at her. Has she learned nothing? “Are you some kind of fucking idiot? He knows what he's doing, he's not dumb. If he has something planned then he’ll tell us the day we leave. Have some fucking respect for him.”

“Wow.” She sat up, eyeing him, “Sorry for insulting your teacher.”

“You should be.” He glared at her, “You’re not the only one who's smart.”

Her brows furrowed as she watched him get up and leave. Not to self, don’t disrespect his teachers.

The blonde had sat down at Hanta's table. He had shoved Denki so he could make room and watched as the black-haired male taught Ochaco, Mezo and Denki. He let his head rest on the palms of his head, his eyes occasionally glancing back at the girl who dug her shoes in the patch of grass, a flower crumbling underneath her feet.

#izuku x reader #midoriya x y/n #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #shoto x you #shoto x y/n #todoroki shoto x reader #izuku midoriya x reader

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quiveringdeer · 1 year

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Toshinori x f!reader

just some brief raw smutty thoughts from chats with my beloved Ashi @birds-have-teeth about inexperienced!Toshinori back in the day

-gentle femdom, praise kink, overstim, Toshi just bein an adorable delight, Bunny as an endearment

Thanks to One for All he has a low refractory period (cause plot magic lmao), but cause he gets to rely on that he also just cums so fuckin easy and doesn't even try to hold it back--I mean he does cause he gets incredibly embarrassed, and the sensitivity can be a bit much but yeah

Just imagining eventually putting him through some stimulation "training", teasing and stimulating him in all the different ways and having him try to hold himself back, try to please you but also beat his own records. He's so so soooo overjoyed everytime you praise him for making it to a new standard

He's got his eyes closed, face scrunched up, fingers clenching onto something and your eyes are on a timer you set as you lazily stroke his cock. He makes it past the time and you coo up at him about how well he did and he sucks in a deep breath and erupts all over your hand, trembling all over and then blinking down at you (why's he so fuckin tall even sitting down??) flushed and already murmuring sweet lil apologies

And he’ll whine that you have to stop praising him because it’s making him cum faster and and and-

which just has you laughing softly and complimenting how damn cute he is when he's all flustered!!!

he leans forward to try and hide his face in your hair. But you don't let him, casually capturing his chin with your non messed hand, giving him a chaste lil peck on his lips.

"Nuh uh, good bunnies clean their mess up first." You say before lifting your other fingers to his lips. Somehow his cheeks flush even deeper and he casts his eyes to the side--since he can't turn away-- and opens up his mouth obediently, pink tongue licking his cum from your fingers.

and then murmer a gracious thank you after swallowing, looking up at you like you're a goddess, cause to him you are

#toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #mha x reader #this is young freshfaced hero toshi but got some other thoughts about current timeline toshi #just feel like i should clean those up into something decent #but i may just end up posting without doing that cause im lazy and overthink when i edit #nat writes

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ghostlyforxst · 11 months

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|𖥸|𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓|𖥸|

Greetings, welcome to the boku no hero academia material list. Listed below are the stories I've writen and if you have any desires you'll like to summon, you more than welcome to curse my inbox or messages with them! As more is requested, or comes to mind, more characters will be added.

☆ - NSFW

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊KEIGO TAKAMI (HAWKS)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE ALPHABET WITH HAWKS

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊TOSHINORI YAGI (ALL MIGHT)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE ALL MIGHT DRABBLE

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊ENJI TODOROKI (ENDEAVOR)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊AIZAWA SHOUTA (ERASERHEAD)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE ALPHABET WITH AIZAWA SHOUTA

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊HIZASHI YAMAHA (PRESENT MIC)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU (FATGUM)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 FATGUM X F! READER ☆

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 NEEDY BABY? : FATGUM X F! READER ☆

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 SEALED WITH A KISS// TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU X F! READER ☆

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 SEAL WITH A KISS// TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU X F! READER PT. 2 ☆

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊IZUKU MIDORIYA (DEKU)₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊KATSUKI BAKUGO₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊SHOTO TODOROKI₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE! SHOTO TODOROKI X TOXIC GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 WEBBED & STICKY// DRIDER! SHOTO TODOROKI X F! READER

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊KIRISHIMA EIJIROU₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 "BET WE'RE LOVERS NOW." KIRISHIMA X GN! READER

KIRIBAKU

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU X GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU ONESHOTS/HEADCANNONS

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 WHAT IF READER ESCAPES NAGA KIRIBAKU AND MET WITCH/WIZARD

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU REACTION TO READER COOKING FOR THEM

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE ALPHABET WITH PLATONIC NAGA! KIRIBAKU

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 HOW DIFFERENT WOULD THEY ACT IF THE READER WAS A YOUNG NAGA

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA KIRIBAKU! WITH READER WHO HAS THEIR PERIOD

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU WHO PUNISHES READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU WITH NAGA! TAMAKI AMAJIKI COURTING READER

HEADCANNONS (MULTIPLE CHARACTERS)

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

INTERVIEW (GOT A QUESTION FOR A CHARACTER? WANT THEM TO TELL YOU HOW THEY'LL REACT ABOUT SOMETHING? ASK!)

𓂃𓍊𓋼��𓏸 MANIFESTING...

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xgummibearx · 6 months

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Hit by a Quirk

All Might x F reader.

author’s note: I AM FINALLY GONNA TRY TO FINISH THIS SERIES, I have been procrastinating on this one cause I admit I do not like Endeavor and I felt like I had to write one for him but...I kinda don’t want to. SO, instead I am gonna write another All Might X reader and I’ll write the Endeavor one if people request it.

In case you were unfamiliar with this series, this little blurb explains the general concept. I have written stories in the series so far for: Fatgum, Aizawa, Present Mic, Hawkes, and Nighteye.

https://at.tumblr.com/xgummibearx/hit-with-a-quirk-pro-heroes-x-teacher-reader/pbaoi17qx9e5

OKAY, here ya go:

Summary: All Might has been reverted to his early childhood years, and...there are many that would love to get their hands on a helpless, defenseless All Might. You can’t let that happen.

Note: The reader for this is I suppose, kinda aged up? I’m picturing they grew up with All Might.

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Cameras were flashing in the distance as Kamui ran to the scene, a villain in a large trenchoat was being lead quivering and shaking under Midnight’s watchful eye. Pink smoke was slowly ebbing away as the villiain was lead in daze to a well armoured vehicle. “The media! They’re coming, someone uploaded a video of civillians coming across Hawkes and Endeavor after their attack...this place is going to be blown up with paparazzi any minute...” He looked around frantically, another sleek black vehicle pulling up. “Where’s All Might?!” Midnight was opening the door of the black car to reveal Nezu, looking around to access the damage. He had lost two, and according to Midnight’s report now three crucial staff members -not to mention one if his own students-to this attack.

Special ops agents fanned out as another spoke with the police, asking the villian questions about his encounter with the retired Number One hero. Midnight approached Nezu as he peered around trash cans and casually walked around. “Sir, what have you heard about the other heroes? Is there any information?” She asked gently as Nezu paused at a wall that was...quite busted, and sure enough there was Toshinori. In a dark yellow suit that was now much, much too big. He was bruised, and shaking, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. Midnight stepped forward immediately but Nezu gently offered his hand.

“I can take things from here, the other heroes are fine...In fact, I have made arrangements for most of them, but little Taishiro is currently passed out in the back seat of the staff car, would you mind taking him to our quirk specialist? I already texted you her address...I’ll need to meet you back at the school right away.” Midnight nodded, looking up at All Might one more time with worry. "That stubborn goat...he's supposed to be retired." Se thought, walking back to the staff car.

Nezu approached Toshinori, smiling gently. “Hello Yagi..."

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He was sitting in what appeared to be a a waiting room, with other children passed out all around him. Yagi was unfamiliar with any of them, or even where he was. He was the eldest of the other four in the room...well, three now as he watched a nice looking lady lead the boy that had been passed out on the floor out of the building. He had heard the boy's name, "shouta". There was something so familiar about that name.

Yagi was too tired to think about it, his eyes closing from exhaustion.

There was a gentle tap on his shoulder, and his eyes met a gentle face. She was wearing a hero costume, and her hair was a mess. Most of the heroes attacked that night were being monitored by early quirk development specialists, essentially workers who had studied and trained to handle working with children with still developing quirks. With the rise of quirks that were becoming more powerful with each generation, it was becoming a popular profession and held in the same regard as child workers, Educational Assistants, and teachers. Most public schools had at least two or three on hand, but this...this was a special case.

"He is at his most vulnerable...he's only just retired, we don't think the media discovered that he was part of the attack but we cannot take any chances!" Nezu had insisted. "If the wrong people find out that All Might has been reduced to this there is no telling what could happen."

Yagi turned his tired gaze up to (x), he yawned. "Mrs. (L/N)?" He asked, "Why are you dressed like that...aren't you a bank teller?" Yagi mumbled. (x) couldn't help but chuckle, she supposed that she did resemble her mother a bit.

"It seems his memory is still pretty good..." She thought. "Well Yagi, I had a costume party to attend to with work, but I was heading home...did you want to come with me?" Yagi nodded, taking her hand. (x) didn't know how to feel, did this even count as lying? If she tried to explain everything that would probably just confuse him, and scare him even more. She looked in the rearview mirror, as Yagi slept in the backseat to her car. It really had been almost a lifetime ago since she had last seen him like this, his face unburdened and free. They would chase frogs along the rivers, and come home with handfuls of snails. As she tucked him into bed, and closed the door one thought was stuck on repeat. "I won't let anyone hurt you Yagi..." She clenched her fist. "I promise..."

"Excuse me, Mrs. (L/N)... where is (x)?" The morning had come warm, bright, and sunny. She had honestly forgotten how soft spoken and polite he had been as a child. Bright blue eyes hidden behind that mess of long blond hair.

"(x) is back home, I'm house sitting for my sister at the moment." She gently explained, seeing Yagi nod, and not even question her words...the conflicted guilt continued. She was unsure how long she could keep this up.

Keeping him entertained was thankfully easy, as a child his favorite place had always been the library, sitting in squashy bean bag chairs to read his favorite picture books. "And when the prince found the Sleeping beauty in her tower...he found the sight of her, alone in her chambers so sad and beautiful that he thought to depart from her with a kiss." (x) blew a raspberry on Yagi's cheek. His giggles were so loud, they found themselves outside the library with the book in hand and stern librarian closing the door behind. (x) sighed. "Nothing for it I suppose...it was getting close to closing time anyway..." Yagi shrugged.

"Yeah...but could we read the story before bed?" He asked. (X) nodded with a gentle smile. Bedtime...how long would this last anyway? She held his hand tight, her mind wandering as they walked home. As glad as she was to see her friend so bright, she missed him...the him she had grown old with, their memories and history...what if he didn't change back?

"Excuse me miss?" She turned, her hand still gripping onto Yagi's tightly. A tall man stood, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. "I could use some help, I seem to be a bit lost..." He smiled, approaching slowly. "I came in from Saitama; my brother lives here in Musutafu." (x) stared him down. She didn't trust him. "Well, there is the transit train station about two blocks from here that way." She gestured down the street. "You should be able to find a map, and if you have a working cell phone you could call your brother and have him send you the address."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind..." An arm suddenly hit her square in the back, catching her by surprise. She let go of Yagi's ahand and her blood ran cold.

"MISS (L/N)!" Her head whipped around as the man asking for directions grabbed her by the arm. She could see another individual, seemingly they had snuck in from behind to hit her and they had grabbed him.

"TOSHINORI!" She screamed, her other arm restrained as the kidnapper made for a waiting car.

"So, the rumours were right, he really was turned into a helpless little brat just like the others...I know a lot of people who would pay big bucks to bring the retired golden boy to safety, thanks for delivering the package hag." (X) snarled, her eyes flashing with rage as the car sped off.

"You haven't done your homework... DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM YOU SCUM!?" With a roar she broke from the assailant's hold. All he saw were stars and a flash of golden light as her fist collided with his face. She didn't even bother to take the time to see his body fall to the ground before she was off like a shot. She had a simple power up type quirk, nothing to write home about but she was not one to be reckoned with. "White...the car was white, blocked out windows..." They would be speeding. Her heart was racing as she screamed into her communicator, a direct line to the Fat Office hero agency. " This is (H/N) I was ambushed! Golden Eagle was taken! I repeat, Golden Eagle has been taken, I am in pursuit!" Her eyes caught a vehicle, a white car diving into a back street. "I HAVE VISUAL! Locking in my coordinates, send reinforcements as soon as you can!"

In the car, Yagi was shaking. His attacker was still holding him with an iron grip. "Dammit...that old hag is still after us!" Yagi craned his neck, his eyes wide as he looked out the back window. There she was, surrounded in gold and scarlet flames like a comet. "I guess the boss couldn't take her...dammit I thought they hired some daycare bitch like they did for the others! Not a pro!" Yagi's eyes flashed with anger at the insult.

"How dare they! (X) is an amazing hero, she's..." He froze, looking back. "(X)...that's (X)! Wait...why am I..." He looked down at his hands that suddenly felt too small. Yagi looked up as one of the other men in the car grabbed a huge looking gun.

"Doesn't matter, I'll take care of this!" Yagi watched in horror, covering his ears as it went off. His screams were drowned as the back window was broken, bullets raining down on (x).

"NO! (X) LOOK OUT!" She was too late, two of the bullet piercing her shoulders and making her fall to the ground, sliding painfully across the pavement. Yagi was shaking, tears rolling down his eyes. "YOU MONSTERS!" He screamed, he was met with laughter as one of them picked him up by the hair.

"Pipe down you brat!" They screamed into his face, throwing him to the floor of the car. He sobbed, his head aching where they had pulled as he felt the rumble of the car underneath. There had to be something he could do, there had to be. He was surrounded by smoke.

"Please...one last bit of strength..." was his last thought before the attacker's found themselves met with blue eyes that glowed like headlights, his memories flooding back as he towered over them. "One hit...I have one hit, make it count!" All Might, fully grown and already steaming as he strained to get in that one hit leaped to the front seat, crushing the steering wheel in one punch before falling to his knees.

(x) looked up, shaking as she watched in horror. The car swerved violently to the left, turning sideways. "YAGI! NO, YAGI!" She screamed, limping as she ran towards the vehicle, and overhead searchlights splashed over the scene like beacons as police sirens closed in. She froze, a figure climbing out of the window on the other side. He was frail looking, and thin with familiar golden hair. "Yagi...that's him!" Relief washed over as she tried to pick up the pace. With a wince she tripped, falling over onto the pavement once more.

"(x)! Hold on, don't strain yourself!" He coughed, turning his face as spat blood to the ground. "Could the say the same for myself I guess..." He cursed, kneeling beside her as the police inspected the vehicle, pulling out three unconscious but still very much alive men. (X) Cradled her arm, the blood from the two bullet wounds staining her clothes. "Shit...can we get some paramedics over here!?" Toshinori shouted, helping her sit up.

"You're here..." She took his hand, leaning against him as he held the back of her head with a small chuckle and a firm squeeze of her hand.

"Yeah...I'm here."

Author's Note:

OKAY that finally concludes the hit by a quirk series, with this out of the way I am looking forward to focusing on my other fic ideas! However, I am always open to ideas and suggestions! I also will be doing an announcement on some possible changes to the blog to expand our options outside of just My Hero.

#all might #allmight x reader #bnha #mha #female reader #bnha fanfiction #anime

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