#Toshinori x you

[jomamaofficial]

The Chronicles of A Hero's Daughter pt.2 (Father!All Might and Daughter!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: SO, THIS WAS ASKED IN MY ASK BOX. BUT I STUPIDLY REPLIED TO IT SO I DON'T KNOW WHICH ANON ASKED FOR IT SO I'M JUST GOING TO TAG EVERYONE WHO LIEKD THAT POST HERE AND HOPE IT'S THE BRILLIANT ANON WHO WANTED ME TO WRITE A PART 2. @dark-magic-phoenix @crystal-freak24 @observaureium @justtovi3w62. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Graphic descriptions of blood (coughing blood), graphic imagery of crushing a heart (doesn't happen, just explained) CW: difficult father-daughter dynamics. Taglist: @thatcatladywrites @smikys-stuff @kimberlyfletcher @dawnwriterimagines Masterlist Word Count: 1951. Summary: One argument led to another– the foundation of your family was built upon suffering and sacrifice. Secrets were unveiled, revealing the true intentions of your father, the lingering wounds of the past stinging harder than any cut has ever. With tension reaching a breaking point, what happens when you confront your father, searching for the harsh truth, even if it leads to a devastating decision– you will never be the same again. He will never be the same again. 

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Toshinori’s chest rose and fell. 

“You don’t mean that…” 

A pang struck through your heart as your father’s laboured breaths increased, tailing off in steady wheezes that only grew louder. 

“Dad…” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Dad, I didn’t m-”

Your voice cracked, succumbing to the hot tears which burned against your cheeks. Emotions flooded your head, as though they had been waiting to escape from the dam of truth that you had to silence to protect the peace in your family. The pressure had built up and that dam had finally broken in the most irreparable way possible. 

Shame hammered your mind, delivering blunt throbs as you watched your dad clutching his frail chest in agony. 

Guilt drilled poison into your veins as your father struggled to stand up– his sickly body unable to bear this pressure. His airways had been restricted, thus his once strong and proud chest had nothing to show but a vacant cavity, struggling to hold itself up. 

This living room had always been small– enough space just for the two of you. Dad and his little hero. It had always been you two, but today, this room was longer and narrower, as though mocking your sanity which had become a battlefield. 

Would you protect your father and carry on living in this dollhouse family, of which the  foundations were built off of your suffering.

Or would you protect yourself and destroy your relationship with the only family that you ever had.

The struggle had refused to forsake– silence had become your greatest enemy. It had left you alone with your screaming thoughts of doubt that deafened your conviction, leaving you straggled, naked, and vulnerable in the vast depths of your fears because what if. 

What if Midoriya truly was better than you? 

What if you truly were not worth it?

What if you had lost your rights to call yourself his daughter. 

Forever. 

You had lost everything to the ravenous beast which ruined everything you touched, and it wanted more. It wanted more, so it began making more noise, howling over the whispers of the wind, it howled over the ticking of the clock. It howled until nothing could be heard. 

Silence. 

Silence. 

Silence.

It had become silent. 

As though you were the only person in the room. 

A sudden thud drew your attention to the floor. 

Toshinori collapsed on the ground, and his eyes had gone blank, jaw slack. His ribs stuck out from under his skin, showing through his thin white t-shirt as his brassy cough filled his mouth with blood.

He urgently covered his mouth with his hands, forcing it shut but to no avail. It had already slipped past his hold, travelling down his neck, staining his shirt. A constant offender.

Your father began developing bloody coughs over three years ago. Yet every time you saw his chest heave and bleed, surges of nausea would creep up your veins, forcing you to leave. 

“Dad!” 

This was too much blood. It wasn’t meant to be like this… The doctor said a few drops or so, maybe a teaspoon, but that was ‘highly unlikely’. You watched as his white shirt became saturated, dizziness threatening to blur your vision.  

But you could not see him like this. You didn’t think twice before rushing to help him– but you were stopped. 

Toshinori raised his shaking hand immediately. You were halted, frozen in disbelief. 

He put his hand back on the floor, taking a few breaths before pushing himself, warranting another step forward from you, another cry, but he just stopped you again. You could only watch as your father relied on his bony wrists to push himself up. 

You could hear his shallow gasps for air, and his repressed coughs– and all you could do was watch your father’s face contort in fatigue and ache. Toshinori had finally gotten up, but that look had not left his face as he pushed past you. You watched the limp in his leg as he hobbled towards the couch, slowly lowering himself onto the cushioned couch. His head slumped onto the head rest, limbs unfurling in exhaustion. 

You were suspended in your head, unable to move past the questions which rung bright sirens. 

You shouldn’t have raised your voice at your own father– the doctor had told you. He’s injured, he’s getting older. He can’t process such shocks like this anymore.

What was wrong with you? 

But it couldn’t have been just your fault… right? But then he pushed you– maybe he didn’t just notice– but what if he did it on pur-

“Y/N”, your father had called for your name, but his eyes did not meet yours. 

Instead, they looked past you. 

Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was five years old. 

A decade after the first quirk was discovered, many adoption agencies in Musutafu began sorting children based off of a ‘ranking system’. 

Official documents stated that this case was first brought up in the Supreme Court due to an incident that had occurred in an orphanage near Musutafu, 26 years ago. It was a heartbreaking case of manslaughter that had taken place when six year old Chihiro Onodera– Quirk: Lava, accidentally murdered eight year old Honoka Sugo– Quirk: Bubbles, during lunch time as they were play-fighting. 

It did not take much convincing as this case had reached international news, thus the court immediately passed a bill on the separation of quirks preliminary based off of their strength and danger levels, which were to be evaluated on a scale of 1 to 5. 

Nevertheless, this bill had struck a controversial match, becoming the largest contemporary topic that was disputed over in the past years. 

Demonstrations, protests and violent public outrage reached its peak when leaked intel revealed that a lot of children began to go missing from Adoption Agencies under the radar– they no longer had papers, as if their identities had been erased off of the face of this Earth. 

Nanami Tomoda, Sae Ojima, Makoto Kanezaki– these were some of the household names that had garnered petrifying national and international headlines: 

Heartbreaking Tragedy Strikes Japan: Devastating Attack Leaves Communities Reeling 

Japan in Shock: Deadly Assault Rocks Nation's Sense of Security 

Aftermath of Brutal Assault Leaves Nation Grieving Chaos and Carnage

Not much was known about these young adults. 

Apart from two things. 

First. 

They were not independent contractors. All of them could be traced back to some of the very few established, powerful, underground organisations. 

And second.

They were all orphans, rated 5, who had been declared missing for ten or more years.

Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was rated 5. 

Toshinori Y/N lost her quirk at age ten. 

You are rated 0. 

Zero.

Toshinori took a deep breath before he spoke. 

“I have raised you since you were five years old.” He still did not meet your eyes. “I raised you in hopes that you would become a strong, and powerful young lady.” 

He drew a breath in– it was laced in disappointment. 

“But why does it feel, as though it has had no influence on you?”

Toshinori shifted both of his arms onto the couch rests, sitting tall. 

“One does not become a hero by winning every fight. Not everything is about a hero’s physical strength. A hero is made when they understand that retaliation only makes them the real villain.” 

Your father’s voice had deepened, and so did the dreadful pit in your stomach that sunk your resolve. 

“A true hero understands that strength lies in the ability to rise above the pain. Because those who focus on what has been lost”, he continued, lips twitching, as a faint, uncontrollable tremor laced his words in indisputable venomous contempt, “are either insane, or desperate for attention they know they will never get.”

Small muscles in your face began to twitch despite the heaviness that had been pulsed through your body, holding it in place, as you just stood there. Your eyes, once red and exposed, had no inhabitant, no focus. 

A ghost town. 

“A true hero is grateful. And recognises every bit of effort someone else put in order to get them to where they are now.” 

His gaunt eyes found yours, casting an unfamiliar chill in your body. They were sunken in, casting his gaze in dark shadows– an abyss impenetrable by light. 

“You got your quirk stolen, Y/N. But you cannot get that back anymore. But it’s been years, I expect at least some gratitude considering I did you a favour by adopting you.” 

He had left a clot that blocked your heart.

“Because no one else would have wanted you.”

It is always the one closest to you that hurts you the most. 

The man you called your father had waited until the last second to take the satisfaction of crushing your heart, flesh against flesh. 

Humans evolved to gain resistance and immunity against everything that threatens their survival.

Therefore, living with this man only meant that you had to gain immunity against pain and humiliation, because that was the only thing that could guarantee your survival. 

So when you shook off the heaviness in your lid and focused onto your father’s face, you could only lift the corners of your lip.  

“If you didn’t want me. Someone else would have adopted me instead. Like you did. No papers, no nothing– I’d slip under the radar, at least I’d still have my quirk, and end up on those headlines.”

“How dare you?” he uttered, face contorted in malice.

“I was five. That’s why you adopted me. Don’t deny it” 

Toshinori stiffened, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His shoulders, broad and hubris, had become small and meek. You watched him contemplate: his eyes, vindictive and daring, were cast down, hiding amongst the Tatami flooring. 

“My child…” he began, his voice softer. “After your quirk had been stolen, I could not risk making you the target again. That’s the reason I don’t come to your events. It’s because you’ll become the target everyone goes for because they know you’re my daughter”.

“They’ll know?” your lips had pressed into a thin line. “Like how Midoriya knew I was your daughter? Like how the media knows?” 

In the stifling air, your dry laughter bounced off of the discomfort. 

“Don’t act like you aren’t ashamed of me.” 

Your face had settled into a stone. 

“It’s not about me being a target. It’s about protecting your image.”

“My daughter-”

“You have lost the right to call me your daughter. If I was such a disappointment after my quirk was ripped away from me, why did you keep me? You could have sent me back. Why did you keep me, dad, why did you keep me!”

Those closest to you, leave irreparable wounds. 

But there was a reason they were close to you. A reason that subsided in love, care, and hope. 

Your crushed heart was surviving on its last breath, waiting to hear something that could revive it. 

Toshinori lifted his head again, his eyes flickering behind you. 

It locked onto an object that somehow gained more attention than you ever had in your entire life. You risked a look over your shoulder, only to see the picture of your father and Midoriya, smiling–almost mockingly– back at you. 

You knew what the answer was going to be. 

“I’m beginning to question the same thing.”

A flat-line. 

“Well if that’s how you really feel, I have no obligation to stay here anymore.”

You drew your breath in, words suspended at the tip of your tongue. 

“I wish you and your student the best of luck, All Might.”

[actuallysaiyan]

*hounddog voice* ALL MIGHT AHDBAJBDJAHRKA

uhm may I request toshi with prompt #1 pretty please? if ur still doing them

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, virginity loss, premature ejaculation, oral sex(fem receiving), size kink a/n: thanks to @cherryblossombankai for the ideas <3

You met Toshinori through your good friend David Shield. Meeting the Japanese hero had you really tongue tied. He was big, friendly and so handsome. He checked all the boxes for you, and though you tried hard, you fell head over heels for him. You tried so hard to hold it in, but one night your feelings just sort of spilled out.

Since that night, you two became a couple. This made Toshinori even more nervous at times, because he knew it was like putting a giant target on your back. Still, he found falling in love with you was so exhilarating. You helped him through the trauma he never really got to deal with before coming to America. And of course, Dave was happy to see his two best friends in love.

Toshinori was a virgin in all things. It was all new for him. He was eager to learn, and he was very good at pleasuring you. Often, he would overstimulate you from being so eager to make you feel good. You never had anyone make you feel the way he does.

And while being so sweet and friendly, he was also very romantic. You were already picturing your future with the man. Wedding bells would play in your mind sometimes whenever you daydreamed about it. Dave would make jokes about being invited to your wedding too. Toshinori seemed almost blissfully unaware, but he was thinking about you in the same way.

One night, he told you he wanted to go all the way. You had been patient with the big man and had only fooled around a few times. This time, he wanted to have sex with you.

“Please,” he whispers in your ear. “I’m ready to go to that level with you. I want to be connected to you…”

Your heart clenches in your chest. How could you possibly deny him this opportunity? You knew he had to prep you for his large size, so you decided to take it slow.

You’re on the couch making out, and you can’t help but be turned on by the sounds of his moans. He’s gripping the couch, his hips bucking as you continue to kiss him so deeply. Then your fingers find the hem of his shirt, and he’s blushing like crazy as you pull it off over his head. He’s almost bashful about being naked in front of you.

“F-fuck…” he whines softly. “Is…is this okay?”

You nod your head. “You okay with it, Toshi?”

He swallows hard. “Yes. I want this.”

You unbuckle his belt, making him whine once more. He's got such a cute dusting of pink on his cheeks as you undress him. Then Toshinori has you pinned to the couch, his large form hulking over you. Still, you can’t help but fall in love with the man who’s being so gentle with you as he takes off your clothes.

He spreads your legs, kissing you all over. His words are so sweet as he soothes you. You gasp at the stretch of just his fingers. The feeling of his tongue on your clit has you shuddering. Toshi takes his time making you cum twice before he even pulls away to take off his boxers.

“Are you ready?” He asks, laying back on the couch and lets you straddle him.

“Ready, baby.”

You decided to get on top so you can go at your own pace. You knew that despite all that preparation, taking his cock would prove to be difficult. The leaking red tip prods at your hole, and he’s already looking fucked out. You giggle softly before you slowly lower yourself onto his cock.

“S-slow…” he whines. His eyes are rolled back as you sink down even more. “P-please…if you don’t slow down, you’re going to make me cum.”

Despite trying to slow down, it was far too late. Toshinori whimpers as he feels his balls drawing up. He slams you down onto his cock fully and holds you in place as he begins pumping thick cum into your little pussy. The sounds he makes and faces are just heavenly and all yours to enjoy.

Then he slowly looks up at you, his cheeks pink once more. His cock is still hard and throbbing inside of you. With a sheepish grin, he asks you…

“Can we do it again?!”

dividers: @adornedwithlight

[specialagentlokitty]

Toshinori x reader - revelations

Walking into the teachers lounge, you stretch a little as you set your coffee cup and bag down on your desk, music from your headphones filling your ears as you hummed along.

You were usually the first one in, so you didn’t feel the need to look around, which meant you didn’t notice Toshinori sat at his own desk.

But he noticed you.

He noticed you the moment you walked through the door, he wore a small smile on his face as he looked at you.

He didn’t attempt to talk to you, he knew you wouldn’t be able to hear him over your headphones, so he went back to his work, contently listening as your humming filled the teachers lounge.

Sitting down you began to sort some lesson plans for the day, organising a few things while sipping on your coffee.

Toshinori kept sneaking glances at you, even when the other teachers came in, but he tried to make it less obvious than when it was just you two, and thankfully for him nobody seemed to notice.

Midnight walked over, standing bending your as she placed her hands on your headphones, pulling them down to your neck and tilted your head back with a grin.

“Did you bring them?!” She asked excitedly.

You laughed a little and reached into your bag, pulling out a bag from a small bakery.

“Of course I did! I’d never forget!”

Midnight grinned and excitedly took the baked goods, leaving you one on a napkin on your desk before distributing them among the other teachers.

You happily ate at the pastry as you finished off your morning preparations before rushing to you classroom to beat the morning rush of students that would come through any minute.

A few minutes later there was a small knock on your door, and it was opened and closed as Toshinori walked in, holding your coffee cup in his hand.

“You forgot this.” He smiled.

You sighed thankfully and take the cup from him, taking a sip of it, noticing it was fresh coffee and not the stale coffee you had been drinking.

Setting the cup down, you smiled even more at him.

“Thank you.”

Toshinori offered you a shy smile, and rubbed the back of his head.

“If you need a refill just let me know and I’ll happily sort it for you.”

He gave you a slight grin before leaving your classroom just as students started to come in for the start of the day.

Your first two classes go by pretty quickly, and then things start to drag, you had ran out of coffee, your students were sitting a test and you were marking papers.

Sitting at your desk, you flicking between the grace sheet next to you and the pile of test papers as you quietly worked, occasionally checking your students were okay and helping those with their hands up.

The sound of your classroom door opening was near enough non existent, you only noticed it because size of your quirk, and you flicked your gaze up.

You immediately smiled as you watched Toshinori come over with a cup of coffee for you, quietly setting it down on your desk as he brought a chair over to sit next to you.

A few students glanced up but went back to their tests.

“Thank you…” you whisper.

He smiled.

“You’re welcome, I thought it was suspicious you hadn’t come to get more.” He replied softly.

This made you laugh a little, and you gestured to your work.

“I’ve been trying to finish this so I don’t have to take it home…”

Toshinori chuckled, taking a stack of the papers, moving the grade sheet between you both and he picked up a pen.

“Well, I’ve got nothing to do until this afternoon, so I’m happy to help you with it.”

You grin a little at him, taking a sip of the fresh coffee that he had thankfully delivered for you.

“You’re an absolute life saver Toshi.”

As you go back to grading some test papers, he smiled a little to himself and starts grading the ones that he head taken.

He occasionally glanced at you, his eyes sometimes lingering for too long, but he couldn’t help it.

He was captivated by you, the way you sit there with your chin resting in the palm of your hand as you lazily graded the test papers.

How you also kept a watchful eye over your students and were ready to help in an instant.

How the light filtered through the windows, making your eyes seem a lot brighter than they normally were.

He just couldn’t help but steal glances at you.

As lunch came, you were given more tests to grade while students went to enjoy their lunches, and you stretched a little as you stood up, cleaning up the classroom.

Toshinori carried on grading the papers, trying to keep on top of them all, and you walked back over, bringing out some food from your desk, setting it between the pair of you.

Reaching into one of your desk draws, you pulling out two sets of disposable chopsticks and handed him one of them as you unwrapped yours.

“What’s this for?” Toshinori asked.

You smiled brightly at him.

“Lunch dummy, I’ve got more than enough for just me, so go ahead and have some.”

His face lit up as he looked at what you had prepared, and he tried a little bit of it.

“Wow, this is amazing, honestly you had me convinced you lived of convenience store snacks.” He chuckled.

You laughed a little, rubbing the back of your head as you take some of the teriyaki noodles.

“I’m just really lazy, but I was up early this morning.”

He chuckled at that, sending you a soft smile.

“Well, I’m glad to see that you can in fact cook, and amazingly at that.”

You grinned a little bit.

Toshinori carried on smiling softly at you, his eyes shining brightly with life and happiness.

Giving him an another even brighter grin, you went back to eating and grading papers.

Both of you were unaware of a few other teachers stood at the door plotting, so, when you got a message asking if you could help sort some stuff in one of the classrooms after school, you never thought twice about it.

Padding into the room, you set your stuff on the empty desk at the front and look around, finding Toshinori looking at his phone.

“Hey, did you get asked to help too?”

He nodded his head.

“Yes, but Hizashi hasn’t told me what I’m helping with.”

You sigh.

“Yeah, Midnight hasn’t told me either, just told me to come help with something.”

Wondering over, you sat on a desk next to him and swung your legs a little which made him chuckle slightly.

Toshinori sat down on the desk opposite to you, being much taller his feet still reached the ground, but he still made an attempt to swing his legs like you were doing.

As the door was thrown open, you both looked over to see Midnight and Hizashi grinning while Aizawa looked bored.

“You two like each other!” Midnight and Hizashi yelled.

“I told them not to do this.” Aizawa grumbled.

The door was slammed shut, and you immediately turned your gaze to Toshinori who was looking away, his face buried in his hand.

A few moment of tense silence passed, and taking a small breath, you look away awkwardly.

“Is… it true…?” You asked quietly.

“I.. well… you see…” he stutters.

You sit there patiently waiting for his response, he was looking down at the ground nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I..”

He trails off again and sighs heavily.

“It is…” he whispers.

He doesn’t dare look up to meet your gaze, but when you suddenly step over, wrapping your arms around his shoulders he’s startled out of his head.

“(Y/N)…?” He whispers confused.

You smile, resting your chin on his shoulder, and he slowly returns the embrace, he was still giving the space to back out at any point if you wanted too.

He was smiling brightly though, from ear to ear.

“I like you too Toshi…” you whisper.

That was enough for him to tighten the embrace, holding you closely against him as he lets out a relieved laugh, resting his head against yours.

“There’s no words to express how glad I am to hear that…” he whispers.

You grin even more.

He pressing a shy kiss to the side of your head.

“So… does this mean I can ask you on a date…?” He asks.

“I’d be a little disappointed if you didn’t.” You laughed.

He laughed again, holding you a little tighter in his arms, both of you just enjoying the moment of revelation that had just happened

[pinky-the-elephant-room]

The trouble with liking older men

♋AN: It's a new year which means more AM smut

♋Warning: All Might x Younger Fem Reader (she's in her 20s), age gap, age difference, daddy kink, explicit smut, and rough sex. Read at your own discretion.

♋Summary: You met your idol for the first time in your life. There was no way you were gonna let this chance slip out of your hands.

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It all started when she was out on patrol with Fatgum. She was his loyal sidekick for a couple of years now. Technically she still counted as a rookie and had learned so much under the tutelage of Fatgum. 

Imagine her surprise when a routine patrol of Fatgum’s favorite family restaurants ended up with a standoff against villains plus with All Might of all people coming to help.

“That was good work,” Fatgum managed with his mouth full of food. “Want some?” The rotund yellow hero held out a skewer of yakitori to All Might.

The symbol of peace shook his head demurely. “I’m alright. Thanks for the offer.”

Fatgum shrugged and shoved the skewer into his mouth before taking it out, stripped of all the meat, and with ease chucked the empty skewer into a nearby trashcan.

“E-excuse me,” Y/N called from behind Fatgum.

“Oh, there you are, Y/N-chan. Where’d you go?” he said as he turned around to see Y/N standing there. 

“I was here the whole time,” she murmured.

“Young lady! Are you alright?” All Might asked; he stepped closer, not seeing the flustered reaction on her face. “You took quite the hit from that villain.”

She felt dizzy. The All Might asked if she, a lowly sidekick, was alright. Suddenly it felt like oxygen was being deprived, and she was suffocating.

“Breathe.”

Y/N immediately felt her chest convulse and her heartbeat resume thumping behind her chest. She watched wide-eyed as All Might clutched and rubbed her hands. 

“Maybe she needs medical attention?” he fussed.

Fatgum chuckled, “She’ll be fine. Just let go of her.”

“Oh,” All Might let out an embarrassed laugh and, with a blush, quickly let go of her. Y/N felt disappointed as his large hands were no longer encompassing hers. 

She was numb as All Might and Fatgum exchanged a few more words before the symbol of peace disappeared into the crowd. The crowd surrounded him, his laughter evident even amongst the high-pitched screams.

Panicked, she turned towards Fatgum. “Wait! He’s leaving?”

“Of course,” Fatgum swallowed a moment before munching on the seasoned meat again. “He says he has business to attend to in Musustafu.”

“Already? But I didn’t even get a chance to say thank you.”

Y/N only managed to embarrass herself in front of her role model. No biggie. 

“You’ll see him again soon. We’re going out for drinks later tonight. His treat.”

“That’s good… Wait tonight?!”

“That’s what he said” Fatgum tossed another empty skewer. “Just don’t drink too much like last time.”

The last time meant when she got shitfaced from one shot of sake, but in her defense, it was really strong.

“I won’t drink at all!” she vowed. 

She won’t let herself be embarrassed again. 

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Most women her age were into pro heroes like Best Jeanist or Edgeshot if you were looking for a bit of adventure. And according to some gossip article she happened upon online Hawks was the number one hero women in their 20s wanted to ask out.

She didn’t necessarily agree with any of those sentiments despite being in her 20s.

Y/N watched with lidded eyes, circling the top of her beer glass as All Might threw his head back and laughed, uninhibited in his joy.

No, her tastes were a little old school.

Adored by the masses, All Might’s core fandom consisted of the older population and young children. 

She would know she grew up with an All Might fanatic in her mother. Maybe that’s why even now Y/N couldn’t get him out of her mind.

If someone were to look at her past lovers, they all varied in different combinations of buff with blue eyes and blond hair. You could say that she had a type. 

She let out a sigh and tossed some bills on the table.

Who was she kidding? All Might and her?

The no. 1 hero and a sidekick of no.58. That sounded laughable even in her head. 

She sent a text to Fatgum, letting him know she was leaving, and hoped to see him bright and early for their patrols. Not wanting to disturb his and All Might’s conversation, she left as inconspicuously as possible.

You wouldn’t think it was nearing 2 AM from the bright city lights and crowded streets, but this was late for someone who liked to be in bed by 11 PM. 

“Y/N is your name, right?” a voice asked behind her.

She jolted out of her thoughts and turned around to face All Might, who seemed curious about her.

“All Might! I thought you were still in the bar with Fatgum.”

“I can’t quite stomach a long drinking session like I used to,” he sheepishly remarked. “Though Fatgum seemed like he was going to do another round when I left him.”

“Ah, yes, I’m L/N Y/N. Please take care of me,” Y/N said as she bowed.

He returned her greetings with, “Likewise.”

They stood awkwardly next to each other, not knowing what else to say.

“Umm, I’m-”

“Do you mind-” They both began at the same time. 

She giggled nervously and gestured for him to start instead.

“I wouldn’t feel right letting you walk home alone. Do you mind if I walk with you?”

“That’s not necessary at all! I wouldn’t want to trouble you.”

He waved her off. “It’s no trouble at all. It’s the least I could do since I failed to stop the villain in time, and you had to take the blow for it.”

Why was he apologizing to her? It wasn’t his fault she failed to notice the villain's plan in time. She’d been a sidekick for years and still kept messing up at crucial points. 

Maybe that’s what separated the symbol of peace from other pro-heroes. All Might took on tremendous responsibility even when it wasn’t his burden.

Y/N glanced at him from the corner of her eye; he changed into casual clothes for the evening- looking devastatingly handsome. 

How many people could say they had the privilege of seeing this side of All Might?

“So,” he began. “I heard from Fatgum your quirk is called balloon anima. What exactly does it do?”

She wished that Fatgum would stop talking her up in front of his colleagues. It was sweet but embarrassing. In this case, however, she was happy to talk about herself if it meant spending more time with her favorite hero.

“Basically, I can enlarge and animate balloon animals.”

He blinked and then mouthed ‘balloon animals’ as if he didn’t know what to make of her quirk.

She waved her hands around in a panic. “It sounds lame, don’t get me wrong, but it has so many uses. I can use them as helpers, for protection, and even get them to rescue people!”

“Hmm. That sounds like a quirk that would be popular with kids. I can see it now.” 

“Y-you think so? 

“Of course!”

Well, Y/N supposed All Might would know a thing or two about being popular with kids, so who was she to argue?

They continued their trek until the city lights faded, and nothing but stars shone above them. The crowds dispersed until it was just the two of them walking along the sidewalk.

“Well, this is my building,” she said, pointing to the building. “Thank you for accompanying me.”

“It was my pleasure,” All Might said with a grin. “I’ll wait here until you get inside.”

He motioned with his hand as if he were ushering her inside.

Y/N bit her lip uncertainly. Was she making a mistake?

Nevertheless, Y/N stepped forward until she encroached on All Might’s space.

He looked at her curiously. “Is something the matter?”

She lifted her hand and paused before grabbing his shirt and yanking.

His lips slanted against hers, and she felt him jolt and stiffen. But she didn’t lose her nerves and stood on the balls of her feet to pull him closer.

She exhaled through her nose and firmly pressed against his mouth.

A moment later, his arm snaked around her waist, almost lifting her in his embrace.

Y/N was trembling; her hands shook as her fingers curled in his shirt. He hadn’t pushed her away! And more than that he was responding back!

Enthusiastically, she might add.

A loud moan was prompted by him when he bit down on her bottom lip gently before sucking. 

Oh god. It was too much. Y/N couldn’t control herself as she eagerly jumped and snared her legs around his waist.

He caught her with ease with one hand and caressed her face with the other as he took his opportunity to enter her mouth and cajoled her tongue into playing. 

She felt absolutely electrified. All her life, she had dreamed of this moment as soon as she was old enough to know what kissing meant, and even then, it paled in comparison to reality. 

He was so firm and warm against her body. It made her want to take all his clothes off and lick/nibble to her heart’s content until he was panting with desperate neediness. 

“Mmm,” he groaned against her. “So good. Such a good girl, Y/N.”

Y/N writhed against his pelvis, completely frustrated that her jeans had no friction.

Then Y/N remembered they were publicly making out in front of her apartment building—she with the most famous and recognizable pro hero in Japan. 

She abruptly let go with a gasp and tried to separate herself.

“W-why did you stop?” All Might panted, his lips still wet and shiny from their kiss. He looked stricken at the distance between the two of them now.

“Maybe we should go inside to continue?” she half-asked and half-pleaded. Hoping All Might wouldn’t want to end the night prematurely.

There was no need, though. He nodded eagerly and held out his hand for her to take.

“Ok. Where to?”

She smiled, flattered that he seemed to want this as much as she did. 

Her apartment was on the third floor, so she headed straight toward the elevator. It was more than relieving when they encountered no one and could make their way to the lift without complications. 

As soon as the elevator’s doors closed and the corresponding button was pressed. All Might cornered Y/N against the elevator panels.

To anyone, he merely looked like he was tenderly embracing his lover. But Y/N felt his heavy breaths against her neck and his blue eyes piercing her own as his hand made its way down her jeans.

She let out a tiny broken groan when her panties were pushed aside and felt his tentative fingers breach her pussy.

He shuddered, discovering the sticky wetness that coated her inner thighs and panties.

All he did was skim the outer lips and, every now and then, teased her clit in a circular motion.

Her heart was thudding against her chest. If All Might were aware of anything but caressing her cunt, no doubt he would have known his effect on her poor heart. 

Her pleasurable torture ended when with a ding the elevator stopped and slid open.

All Might reluctantly removed his hand and pulled away from her.

Y/N took a moment to gather herself before showing her companion the way to her apartment. 

It took a couple of tries to get the key into the keyhole and open the door with her nervousness.

But she managed and let him into her meager dwelling.

Quickly perusing the surroundings, she didn’t see anything embarrassing lying around that she didn’t need to hide. 

“So, what’s your poison?” he asked, quickly appraising the apartment and turning his attention toward Y/N.

“Huh?” she so eloquently replied. 

Why was he asking about alcohol? They just came back from a bar.

“For the first time, it makes sense we should do it on the bed,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. “But it also doesn’t fit the mood.”

His pants were discarded on the floor. 

“M-mood?” Y/N stuttered and gulped when she saw him start to reach for his boxers. “What do you mean by that?”

“The kind of mood you have sex until you pass out and not be able to walk tomorrow.” He smirked and left his boxers alone, instead taking off his shirt.

All Might firmly grasped her throat and walked backward until the back of her legs hit her sofa and pushed.

“We’ll start here and make our way to the bedroom,” he said, standing over her and pulling off his boxers. “Sounds good to you?”

She nodded, eyeing his semi-erect cock. 

“Any objections? Or questions?”

“Just one, can I call you daddy?”

“I would be disappointed if you didn’t,” he grinned while trying to unbutton her jeans.

She lifted her butt so he could maneuver her jeans down her legs and remove them altogether.

Her jeans plus her shirt both joined his clothes onto the floor.

Y/N reached back to remove her bra, but he halted her. Instead, he pushed the cups up and revealed her chest - making it look obscene. He couldn’t help but bend down and taste. She whimpered at him softly, lapping at her pebbled peaks. 

He didn’t need to do this. She was more than ready, but the way he was enjoying her, slowly tasting and grinding heatedly into her hip. She was being savored, and his eyes watched her religiously, the sight of her slowly becoming undone. 

Y/N got flipped around; her hands rested on the sofa arms while her knees were bent on the seat. She felt All Might crowded behind her and pulled down her jeans. 

She felt him caress her bottom still covered by her silk panties before they too were pulled down.

Her garments pooled around her ankles, and she didn’t even get a moment to kick them off before she felt him line up his cock near her entrance.

Y/N let out a startled gasp at the size of his cock. Or at least what she could feel of him rubbing back and forth languidly. 

Then without warning, he entered full throttle and stayed there.

She choked on the hiss she let out prematurely and bore with the sudden burn.

He set a rigorous pace. Never before has a man made her feel so small physically. At over 7 ft, he engulfed her in his heat. His chest-baring down on her back. She should feel suffocated, unable to escape. Instead, a part of her felt cognizant. The fact she was being held down and used as a sleeve, essentially for his cock made her insides stir and burn.

“Daddy,” she gasped. “Harder.”

There was a pause in his rhythm. Almost as if he was considering Y/N's request. It was only a moment, yet she held her breath, hoping that he would oblige. 

All Might gripped her hips tightly, and she prayed that he would leave bruises for her to admire later. 

Then he started battering her insides like she owed him and he was looking to collect.

Y/N’s screams were muffled amongst the sofa’s cushions.

She felt him tug her hair, firm but not harsh.

“Let me hear you, Y/N”

A chill went down her spine; she let out her sobs unrestrained and wild.

The sofa itself started edging toward the wall due to the strength of All Might’s back-and-forth movements.

Feeling herself building an imminent crescendo, she reached down to touch herself.

“You’re close?” He groaned in response.

His pace became faster and more ruthless to assist in her efforts.

Y/N was helpless to resist. Her pleasure washed over her and her body contorted due to the intensity.

Her eyes rolled back and her teeth clenched as wave after wave prolonged her climax.

“Oh, Daddy,” she chanted. “Yes!” Nonsense spilled out as she reached back and grabbed his face to kiss.

They kiss until a deep bone fatigue replaced her earlier ecstasy. The exhaustion from her activities caught up to her.

Y/N let go of All Might and collapsed onto the sofa, trying and failing to catch her breath. 

All Might watched her with pride and satisfaction while retreating from her body. His cock wet from her exertion still jutting outwards.

“It’s not over yet,” he said as he picked Y/N up and carried her to the bedroom.

She gulped and hoped she would somehow still be able to walk tomorrow.

[mx-pastelwriting]

Skinny Toshinori x GN Pregnant Reader. I guess some headcanons and then a a small snippet writing? If you want anything specific then I guess how he reacts when finding out the news, how he preps stuff and how he treats the reader.

Skinny!All Might (Toshinori Yagi) x GN! Pregnant! Reader

Summary: Request up top! Headcanon

Warning: Fluff, Established Relationship, Pregnancy

- Before finding out, the days leading up to your sickness made him worry, even offering to stay home to take care of you, but your pleas for him to go to work made him reluctantly go to work but always come home early.

- Finding out at the doctor to then come home to a worried Toshi, you sat him down. His questions came like a flood, but your two words made him stop. Tears came from his eyes when he asked you if you were serious, and at your confirmation, he hugged you, telling you how he didn't know if he could have kids.

- Going through the early stages of pregnancy, he would take some days off just to spend as much time with you as possible and cater to your cravings. As you grew, he snuggled you more, spending mornings while you were asleep talking to your belly, not caring if the baby could hear.

- Would go to every appointment with you, but if he couldn't make it, he would always facetime you. Toshi would gush or cry as your baby moved about.

Being by your side, cooing over your new family member, both of your cheeks covered with dried tears, noticing your eyes fighting to say awake, he gently takes the baby, letting you sleep. As you sleep, he watches over them, rocking them gently as he says all that he wanted to say over the nine months.

Waking up and hearing Toshi ask your baby if they heard him while they were in there, you smile, and looking over, you see him feeding them a small bottle. You sit up in bed, making him look over at you as he finishes feeding the baby. He says nothing as he puts down the bottle.

The room was still only with him now burping the baby. "I can't say enough to thank you for this," he says to you. "So I'll say this, I never thought anyone could make me feel this way, and you have done the impossible." Tears ran down his cheeks. "You're amazing, and I love you." His voice cracked, but his loving words left you with the start of the new life.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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[faulty-writes]

Can you do head-canons with sir night-eye, Aizawa, and all might where the student (general neutral & platonic.) they are teaching never trusts them.

Not in an f you way they just never take their advice seriously, playfully deflect reprimands, tease them (etc.)?

And as it turns out, every adult figure in their life always let them down or never really cared! Thank you!

[ Hello! Yes, I can do headcanons. I apologize for the long wait. ]

Mirio was the one that had introduced you to him, and from the start, you immediately gave Sir Nighteye the cold shoulder and purposely did everything you could to avoid his teachings or worse, his lectures.

When you went completely against his orders trying to apprehend a villain, he called you into his office and tried to intimidate you with his stare. Of course, it didn't work and his question, "Why did you do something so disrespectful?" never got an answer.

Whenever he threatened to put you into that God-awful tickle device of his, you'd always 'playfully' threaten him by saying you'd report him for harassment or worse, take him on with your own quirk.

"I believe it's time for you to leave" he'd say whenever you decided to purposely distract him when he was working, you'd do little things like knock on his desk or play music on your phone at full volume. Yeah, it was good to feel on top.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" you'd always dismiss his requests, even if they were meant to try and connect with you by waving him off. Eventually, you thought he'd give up, but sadly that never happened.

He seemed to get highly defensive whenever you happened to insult one of Mirio's jokes, "Frankly, if you don't have a humorous comeback be quiet," and your usual reply to this was "Shut up!"

"Why do you continue to disregard my orders!?" he shouted while you lay in the hospital bed after a mission gone wrong and despite being in pain, you snapped "That's none of your business!" back at him.

Sir Nighteye put your internship on hold after supposedly being done with your disrespect. Not that such a thing surprised you, after all, what more did you expect from an adult? They only used and abused you, and continuously let you down.

Part of you wondered if Sir Nighteye knew just how hurt you were, especially with how he looked at you some days. But it was doubtful he'd ever try to open you up and even if he did, you'd refuse.

You always thought he was a fake, the way he sulked around and gave inspiration like "Don't say you can't, say you will" was all so cliche and you weren't a stranger in letting Mr. Aizawa know precisely how you felt about him.

You hardly paid attention during class, purposely propping your feet up and causing disruption. Despite the punishments, he gave you, like detention and threats of expulsion both of you were too stubborn to be broken.

"If you have a problem, you can say it in front of the rest of the class Y/n," even when he tried to single you out or attempt to embarrass you during class you never missed the opportunity to turn the embarrassment back onto him.

It was clear that you weren't just any old student, he had dealt with troublemakers in the past but you came off as a little different. More closed off with a hesitation to trust anyone but your fellow students. As your teacher, he felt it was his responsibility to help you stop hiding your pain or face it.

"That sounds a little extreme, yo!" Hizashi replied. "It's clear that Y/n is in some kind of pain, I wouldn't be a hero or a teacher if I ignored it," he shrugged and pointed a finger at Shota. "It's your funeral," he advised.

Trying to force an answer out of you wasn't the best idea, "Just leave me alone! You don't know anything!" you snarled, ready to take your teacher on regardless of the rules you were supposed to follow while on Yuuei High property. "I know enough to say you won't use your quirk against me and that something is wrong," he replied nonchalantly.

You tried to avoid him after this, but he didn't give up and went as far as to bring your family and your past mentors up. "What do you want me to say!? That none of them cared, that they all left me alone!? Is that what you want!?" you snapped at him, but he only remained quiet and laid his hand on your head as if trying to comfort you.

He seemed intent on proving that he wasn't like the rest of the adults that let you down. He'd take extra time to talk to you after class and constantly ask if you were alright. Frankly, you found it a little annoying, and no matter how hard he tried you knew you couldn't let yourself fall for his act.

"I just don't know what to do with the kid anymore," Toshinori confessed one day in the teacher's lounge. "Who, yo?" Hizashi replied making the former number-one hero sigh in response. "Y/n..." he said, turning his glance elsewhere. "That kid, unlike young Midoriya...is troubled," he concluded.

"Is that name really necessary?" he asked when you bluntly called him a "Stringbean hero" in front of the class. Of course, this wasn't the first time you had teased him and it was odd that you were one of the few people that didn't look up to him.

"Hey! Young Y/n!" he called one day in the hallway, hoping that his attempts to get closer to you would work. Unfortunately, you only cast him a glare that immediately caused him to stop. "What a face..." he muttered, but somehow he felt as though there was some pain behind your expression.

On occasion, you and he would get into a bickering match. Usually, in the presence of others, and 9 times out of 10, Izuku would try to break it up. "H-hey, why don't you um...take a break? After all, he's still A-All Might and he d-deserves respect," you hated that. Nobody deserved respect, it had to be earned and as far as you knew, he had done nothing for you.

"Look young Y/n!" he snapped one day after you had disregarded his advice during training which resulted in not only yourself being harmed, but your fellow hero students. "I might not know what's going on, but clearly you have something against me...or authority..." his fingers tightened on your shoulders. "But please, don't let it be the death of you," he said, leaving you feeling both angry and almost guilty.

You couldn't get that concerned, pitiful look of his out of your mind and eventually snapped "What is your problem!?" at him one day. "I don't need anyone to care about me so stop it!" you growled and stomped away before he had the chance to reply.

"I know I failed many people as a hero, but as your teacher, I want to help you succeed. Of course, in the end, it's your choice," he said to you one evening when he pulled you aside to talk. "Either way, I'll be here," he said, patting your shoulder before walking away. But you knew he'd never understand how you felt.

[loner4-life]

MHA boys seeing you in their Clothes

Ft. All might, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Todoroki.

Word count: 1.1k

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Toshinori Yagi (age 26)

You and Toshi had been together since your U.A days.

He was in the Hero course, you were in the tech support classes.

You too had grown together, lived life together.

There were so many things you loved about him.

Him the same, he loved the way you smiled and the way you laughed.

But something he really loved was how you looked in something that was his.

"Honey?" He called as he searched through his closet.

He was looking for a specific white t-shirt he wanted to wear that day for civilian patrol.He figured if he was gonna be out all day he'd at least be comfortable.

When he received silence at his previous calling he assumed you didn't hear him. "(Y/n)?" He called once more.

You heard it this time, you made your way to the room he was in "yes?" You responded.

"I was wondering if you had seen my-" he began as he turned to face you, only to stop dead in his tracks.

The face turned pink as he saw the t-shirt he was looking for on you.

He smiled as he walked to you. "I was wondering if you'd seen my white t-shirt." He chuckled as he tugged at your sleeve.

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. "No I don't think I have, guess you'll have to wear something else" you teased.

"I guess so" he agreed as he kissed you on your forehead.

Katsuki Bakugou

You definitely steal his clothes on a daily basis

Not just because his clothes were incredibly comfy, but also because you like being a brat.

Katsuki yawned as he opened the cabinets to grab a coffee mug.

He silently made his cup, faintly hearing footsteps behind him.

"Morning" you said softly. "Morning" he grumbled. You stood next to him as you reached for the same cabinet.

Now katsuki will admit, he was shamelessly in love with your ass. It was perfect.

So he couldn't help himself from seeking a peek every chance he got. He took a quick glance over to you, only to notice something.

"Are those my goddamn sweatpants?" He asked in an annoyed tone. You smirked as you turned around.

"They are, why?" You asked innocently as you poured coffee in your cup.

"You know why '' he said, cocking an eyebrow. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." You continued.

He stood with a groan as he walked over to you. "You're lucky you look so damn adorable" he said pulling you close by your hips.

"Aw you think I'm adorable?" You said giving him puppy dog eyes. "Shut up" he said with a smirk as he ruffled your hair.

Eijirou Kirishima

Eijirou treasured you

He bought you gifts, clothes, anything you wanted, you were spoiled

But of course you were always grateful

You always told him you didn't need all these things, but he insisted.

He just loved you so much, he couldn't help it.

You sighed as you rummaged through your drawers.

Out of all the clothes your sweetheart boyfriend bought you, you couldn't believe not a single pair of shorts were clean.

You had just gotten out of the shower and needed fresh clothes. You probably should have made sure you had clean clothes before your shower, you thought

"I need to get better at doing laundry sooner" you muttered to yourself as you opened one of Eijiro's drawers on his side of your shared dresser.

"I'm sure he won't mind if I borrow something of his"

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Eijirou whistled as he put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher from dinner an hour before.

You happened to be making your way downstairs with a laundry basket at the same time. "Hey honey!" He chirped.

You smiled to him, "hey, let me just put these clothes in the wash and then we can watch that movie you mentioned" you said as you walked into the laundry room.

"Yeah that's fine!" He responded as he walked to the living room.

He then stopped and turned around. "Hey I forgot to ask did you want-" he turned the corner into the laundry room.

Only to be caught off guard by the sight before him. You were bent over as you put clothes in the washer.

However that wasn't the problem, the problem is that you were wearing a pair of his boxers.

"What were you saying?" You asked, standing up and turning towards him, a confused look on your face.

" Oh I-I was just w-wondering if you.. wait I'm sorry are you wearing my underwear as shorts?" He asked as his face turned cherry red.

"Oh yeah!, sorry all my clothes were dirty so I figured you wouldn't mind" you smiled.

And of course he didn't mind, what's his was yours. And if he's being honest with himself, he liked seeing you in something that was his.

"Of course not, I don't mind at all." He smiled as started the washer for you before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

Shoto Todoroki

He showed his love in his own way

He was rather quiet and showed his affection through actions

Whether it was doing simple tasks for you or grand ones.

If you needed help he was there for you

Even if you didn't say it.

The both of you walked silently down the sidewalk.

You had just had dinner at an extravagant restaurant, you had worn a beautiful gown and you looked amazing. However, you didn't bring an overthrow.

You and Shoto had stopped at a crosswalk as you waited for the sign to change. He looked over to you as he admired you.

Until he realized, you were shivering. He quickly took off his suit jacket and put it over your shoulders. "My love, why didn't you say you were cold?"

He asked as you put your arms through the sleeves. "Well I was the one who forgot a coat" you blushed.

"Plus now you're gonna be cold" you pouted. The sign turned allowing the two of you to walk across the street.

"Dear, you do realize my body is covered in ice daily right?I can handle the cold, "he teased with a smile. Your face turned red from embarrassment.

"Ah of course, how could I forget" you laughed.

You looked around at the decorations on the street that hadn't been taken down yet from the holidays.

You walked ahead a little to look at them closer. Shoto couldn't help but notice how precious you looked as you practically drowned in his jacket.

The way you smiled, your nose a hint of red from the cold, the jacket, all of it. He just wondered how he got so lucky to have found you.

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This piece came from a request someone sent me, so if you'd like to see more like this my request box is open. :3

Thanks for reading 💛

[seasickjellyfish]

Being all mights caretaker

It was Nezu that had asked you, being a former student of the blonde you didn’t mind taking care of him. He was always someone you looked up to, it was the least you could do.

“Good morning Mr.Yagi!” You chirped as you walked into the former hero’s very expensive apartment. “Good morning y/n” he always have the warmest of smiles, even if his body raged with pain.

“How are you feeling today?” You walked to his bedside and smiled down at him. “I’m alright, if it’s alright with you I’d like to get some walking in today.” He chided as he gestured to your standing form. “Well of course! Would you like some slippers? Or do you want to do outside.” You made your way to his walk in closet. “Slipper are fine.” He spoke as he watched you go into the room, he busied himself with getting up.

You walked out of his closet with a pair of grey slippers, “here ya go.” You laid the shoes near his feet, you walked over and set your bag down onto a chair that sat near the bed.

Toshinori gripped onto the bedside table, you rushed over to help the blonde stand.

After he stood, leaning slightly on you, you spoke. “Is there anywhere particular you wanna go?” You looked up at him, his height always kind of amazed you. You often found yourself jealous of him, you remember back in high school you jokingly asked the hero to donate some inches.

“Just the kitchen is fine.” You nodded and your journey started. The blonde shuffled, his legs like a baby deers. It’d been a long while since he’d stood, even longer since he’s walked.

Once you both made it he sat down. “Anything you’d like me to cook?” He shook his head, “just tea is fine.” You nodded and made your way to the kennel that sat near the oven. After filling it with water you pressed the on button. “Never imagined you’d be taking care of the former number one hero huh?” He chuckled as he looked out of the window.

He often said things like this, sometimes his words were so sad you’d find yourself crying into your pillow. The man was lonely, so very lonely. He never got a wife or got to settle down, you were sure he regret it too. “No Mr.Yagi but don’t worry, I like taking care of you. It’s what gets me out of bed in the morning.” You smiled at the blonde, trying to somewhat lift his now saddening mood.

He nodded at your statement and went back to his city watching. You wished he’d eat, the man was already very skinny. You could make things that we could eat he just chose not to. It was saddening when he almost fell and you picked him right up as if he were a child. A man almost twice your age being able to be carried around like a baby.

He was beyond embarrassed when you had picked him up, his face all red as you carried him like a bride.

The man had gained feelings for you, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. It was true. You could tell in the way he looked at you or when he’d randomly give you his credit card to go shop with and many other things. He never said anything about it though, most likely thinking he’d just be a burden on your shoulders. As if he would be like an anchor pulling you away from your free and young lifestyle.

You may have loved the man, no you did love him. You didn’t want to overstep so you never said anything. Until today.

“Would you like me to move in?” You spoke randomly as the blonde sipped away at his tea, he almost spit it all over your face. “Excuse me? Move in?” He grabbed at a napkin to cough in. “Don’t you get lonely? I don’t want you to be lonely. But it’s okay if you don’t want me to I completely understand!” You spoke, soon regretting even asking.

“Ahem, well uh.. it’s up to you. I don’t mind..” that was him saying yes, I don’t mind meant yes in his book. “It’s your choice though, it is your home.” You leaned against the counter. “Well i-” he was cut off, the sound of glass shattering behind him.

Jumping over the counter you stood in front of the blonde. Out of the rumble walked a villain. Toshinori hesitated, he’d never been in a situation where he was the one being protected.

You rushed forward, activating your quirk. You punched the villain fell back out of the glass hole it made. “Oh.” You spoke as you expected more of a fight.

“Are you okay?” You walked over to the blonde as he stood up, “yeah.” You nodded and looked at the ruined glass. “Should I call someone?”

“Yeah.”

[lovelyladyraven]

Toshinori Yagi: I’m sorry

You laying on the one side closest to the edge and him on the other. Both facing away from each other.

Being eaten by the saddness and hurt.

Wanting to reach over and touch him softly but not being able to because you’re both mad and hurt.

Finally after a while the heavy silence in the room is filled with his deep breaths. The bed feels so much bigger and the distance between you grows.

You curl into a ball and silently shake and tears well in your eyes and sobs in your throat.

You feel so alone.

Then you’re pulled towards the middle of the bed as if you weigh nothing. Yagi’s body molding against yours as he shushes you in a gentle voice.

You cry harder at his sweetness and anger at being upset with each other.

His large hand cups your face and he turns you slightly upright, leaning over you, taking over your vision where all there is is him.

He looks at you with concern and caresses your cheek. He slowly rubs the tears on you eyes, “Oh my sweetness.” You reach up and pull him towards you encompassing him around you so all that there is is him.

Hours later the moonlight shines on the couple. Spooning each other and holding on as if to never let go.

[lightdustchild]

Hello, hope you are having a good day/night?

I was wondering if you did All Might/Yagi Toshinori

If you do could I request Yagi x tall male villain reader who's like a total badass enemies - loves kinda thing

I've never written for all might but I'm going to try! Also his appearance is like Young all might :) He is still older than eighteen don't worry. This might be a little 18 plus 😃 sorry not sorry

All might/ Yagi toshinori x male villain reader

Enemies to lover's

All might the number one pro hero, someone all villains hated and dreamed of defeating one day. You had a few encounters with him but he never caught you and sometimes you found yourself hiding and watching him from the shadows. Every essence of your being screamed for you to hate him he was your enemy after all. But you just couldn't something About him was so intriguing.

"We meet again" Toshinori said as he stepped into the empty Alley way you were in. "I haven't caused trouble so why are you here?" You asked as you lit a cigarette and placed it in your mouth. "You've done things before!" He stated and you blew a puff of smoke "Yet you have failed to catch me" came your snarky reply. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you before he walked towards you, you didn't move as you continued puffing smoke into the air. Eventually he made his way in front of you "Why aren't you running" he asked seeming genuinely curious. "I'm not in the mood at the second" you said and dropped the cigarette before stomping on it. A smirk found its way on your face as you raised your palm against his chest and shoved him against the wall on the other side of the Alley way and then laid your hands at his sides preventing him from escaping.

His breathing picked up and you scanned his face before moving down truly examining him since you now have him so close. You grinned before looking up at him eyes flickering down to his lips indicating what you planned. "This is un becoming of a hero and villai-" you cut him off as you pressed your lips against his he showed no restrictions as he let you slip your tongue through his lips. Titling his head and leaning forward he deepened it further, pulling away you smirked mildly amused "You were saying?" You asked your voice Cocky as you looked at him. He turned his head and looked away a light blush covering his face. Feeling proud of yourself you removed your arms only to have him grab them and pull you back. "Hm?" You hummed being confused for the first time "When can I see you?" He asked and you grinned "I'll always be there you just have to look" before you disappeared. "What have I gotten myself into" He mumbled and you found yourself thinking the same thing.

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All Might (Toshinori Yagi) Masterlist

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Not sure if u do all Mha characters but could u do an all might angst of him having a daughter he doesn’t pay attention much too?

The Chronicles of A Hero's Daughter (Father!All Might and Daughter!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: Anon, I’m not going to lie, when I first read this request, I was like ehh… idk if I’ll enjoy writing that. And then I actually sit down and write it, and I’m like, WHAT IN THE WORLD, WHY AM I SO INVESTED IN THIS. So anon, you are a genius and you made my day with this request <3. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. TW: Mentions of blood. Masterlist  Edit: Part 2 Word Count: 3548. Summary: Adopted by All Might at the age of five, Toshinori Y/N was being trained to become the ninth user of One For All. With the quirk Element which gave you the ability to control all four classical elements: Air, Water, Fire, and Earth, you were set for victory in the hero-society. However, after your quirk was stolen, your path led astray, the clear neglect was getting obvious, day by day, as your father found a new student to mentor. 

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The phone didn’t even ring for a second and he had already picked it up. 

“Y/N, my child, could you get the door? Midoriya-Shounen has come to visit.”

Silently, you obeyed your father as you promptly left your work. 

Midoriya Izuku. It was a popular name in the Toshinori household. His name managed to sneak into every dinner conversation, and every evening walk.

And now, he was just outside the door, seconds away from intruding your peace.  

You released a breath, fingers on the door handle. Your shoulders dropped down low and you straightened your spine, standing an inch or two taller. 

It was finally time to meet him. 

So with your best rehearsed smile that still didn’t reach your eyes, and your well rehearsed speech playing continuously in your suffocating mind, you opened the door. 

A bouquet of flowers and an earnest grin– this was the first time you met Midoriya Izuku. 

A few seconds passed as both of you stood still, your throat running slightly dry as you saw confusion build up in the young man’s face. 

“Um”, he took a gulp and stepped back. “I’m looking for the Toshinori household…?” 

You blinked at him before clearing your throat. 

“Yeah, you’re at th- um, yeah this is- I mean, I am-”

“Midoriya-Shounen!”

A loud and hearty voice greeted the young boy with a warm hug, apron on, spatula in one hand. You winced as you rubbed the shoulder your father swiftly brushed past. 

You pressed your lips together as you stood beside the embracing pair, hands behind your back as you hid them further into your sweater. 

“Five minutes early as always, my boy! Come on in!”

With an excited nod, the boy stepped inside the house, slipping his shoes off into the side of the genkan before following your father into the living room.

Unspoken words remained discarded in your mouth. 

And they led, and you followed. 

“You have a lovely house, All Might! I was really afraid I was going to run late. I had a bit of a heart attack when someone else opened the door… I thought I took down the wrong address, my mother told me it would happen but I was so surprised that I didn’t even think to confirm it beforehand or anything and it was so-”

“Midoriya-Shounen, please. Relax,” Toshinori chuckled, resting his hand on the worried boy’s shoulders. “You are here now. Please, sit down.”

Midoriya ran his hand to the back of his hair, sheepishly rubbing it as he took a seat across from you. His cheeks became flushed as his fingers adjusted the neck of his sweater. 

Toshinori rushed into the kitchen without another word, grabbing a plate of meticulously placed mochi in one hand, and a tray with two glasses and a pitcher of water in the other. 

Midoriya immediately got up as he saw his mentor struggle through the narrow doorway, extending his arms to take the tray from him. 

They set the delicacies on the glass table, and without being told, Midoriya placed three coasters that were piled on the side of the table. His nimble hands made quick work of removing the glasses and pitcher from the tray. 

“Always a step ahead, my son!” Toshinori commended with a proud grin that stretched across his tired face. 

You moved to the side to make space for your father, tensing your legs so you could cramp yourself in the tiny corner of your tiny sofa. 

‘My son’. 

You watched as your father approached you, a glass of water in hand. Your eyes brightened. 

But your fingers barely brushed the cold glass before your father walked past you. 

The loud shut of the door shut the sparkle in your gaze and your jaw seized as you observed Midoriya, who moved to the side for your father who sat in the remaining space.  

Your hands immediately guarded the sliver of your exposed neck, the pads of your finger rubbing against your collarbone. 

Their lengthy conversation bled into a distance, and like a required prop, you just sat in the corner, spacing out onto the clear surface of the table that stood in between, dividing the pride and the disappointment. 

Your lips became dry as the shallow inhales and exhales latched onto the chapped skin of your lips. 

Water. 

You needed water.

But the only glasses in the room glared back at you, half-empty. 

“Oh, I’m sorry… Did I take your glass by mistake?” 

Midoriya caught on quickly, his eyebrows furrowing apologetically. 

You opened your mouth, drawing a breath in until-

“Fret not Midoriya-Shounen, the glass was yours. I must have forgotten to bring the third glass, there wasn’t enough space on the tray, you see.”

Your father had responded once again. And your unspoken words were discarded before they could even be said. 

“Y/N, go get yourself a glass, if you please. And on your way, maybe refill the jug too?” 

Midoriya stood up with the jug in his hand, “allow me to help you Toshinori-san!”

“Ah nonsense, she can do it herself, my son.” 

Placing a hand on his shoulder, your father sat Midoriya back down. “We don’t need to ruin the flow of our conversation, young man! We have much to speak about.” 

Midoriya tensed his brows as his gaze lowered. But in the end, with a curt nod, he settled into the comfort of his seat and the jug was placed back on the coaster. 

Hours passed. Evening twilight wound into night darkness. The bags under Toshinori’s eyes held greater weight, yet his dark vacant eyes held the reflection of the green-haired man in front of him, gleaming in a halo of pride.

It wasn’t until Toshinori’s lungs gave way to a bloody cough that the pair realised that the jug was empty. 

It wasn’t until the pair halted their conversation, glasses in hand, that they realised that the sofa in front of them was empty.

-

After the last few finishing touches, you stepped back with a breath of relief; your aching hips required some support from your hands, but the corners of your mouth twitched. 

An infectious pride was blooming in the depths of your chest, painting a ray of sunshine onto your cloudy face. The apples of your cheeks, full and bare; the crinkle of your eye, unfamiliar but genuine. You held your chin up high with your sleeves rolled to your elbows. 

“It looks amazing, Y/N-chan!”

You basked in the sonorous sound of your supervisor, who had just stepped besides you. 

“This is revolutionary, Y/N-chan, it truly is… I expected one or two sketch designs, but you… I have no words for how proud I am…” 

Your lips turned upwards as you met your supervisor’s eyes, beaming her a wide grin before turning back to your exhibition where before you, set delicately, was the accumulation of two years of hard work. 

Five scaled down prototypes of iron suits were set on display– standing tall and noble.  Each suit was paired with leaflets in their respective stands, with a bold font printed across the face: ‘The Iron Suit and the Quirkless Hero’. 

“I couldn’t afford any mistakes sensei… I just couldn’t. This was my dream. It’s been my dream since I was a child...”

And your inner child couldn’t let it go. 

So you grabbed her tiny hand, and pulled her far away from her sorrows, protecting her, nourishing her. 

The manifestation of the first quirk was regarded as a mystical phenomena; straight out of a sci-fi movie. But as time passed, quirk manifestations spread into common reality. ‘Professional Heroes’– a profession that would have garnered snickers and laughs a century ago, became the most sought after job globally. As the occurrence of a quirk grew, the government instilled quirk academies to scout the best and strongest quirk. Businesses began funding them when the first few heroes were churned out, and so the race to become the number one hero began from age five for many families. 

Like all races, it was a test of strength, endurance, and resilience. It wasn’t for the faint of heart, and only the most courageous could join it. 

But there were some who just couldn’t join the race? Not because they didn’t want to, no. But because they didn’t even have the legs to reach the starting line. 

Toshinori Y/N was adopted by Toshinori Yagi at the age of five. And already, by such a young age, you were sprinting far far ahead. 

Your quirk was Element– the ability to control all four classical elements: Air, Water, Fire, and Earth. Your father watched as he created the most powerful vessel for his ultimate goal: to turn his daughter into the ninth user of One For All. 

You had the motivation, you had the strength.

You were thrown head-first into the twisted fate of hero society where nothing could bring greater joy than breaking yourself in the name of progress. 

Hero society was a place where the pain of training was the sweetness of improvement, and the scars and fractures were the evidence of determination. 

So one fateful day as all good things came to an end, you were walking back home, hair pulled back in two pigtails with a kitty lunchbox in one hand. A bag way too big hung on your ten-year-old shoulders, and your quirk was ripped away, gone forever.

The planes of the neighbourhood harboured pained screams of a disturbed soul that haunted every passing parent for the next two months. 

Your legs were torn away in the middle of the race. And all you could do was stare at the passersby who mocked you as you tried to contain your spilling blood in order to survive. 

Your smile faded and the storm had returned. Your memories were a recurring nightmare. 

And you couldn’t wake up from them. 

“Your father will be so, so proud of you, Toshinori-san.”

“Mmm…”

You pressed your lips together, lowering your eyes. 

“I know he’ll be proud of you.”

You felt her comforting hand squeeze yours. 

“Yes, sensei. He will be.”

-

Hours went past since your exhibition started. Countless people and countless pats on the back. It was a haze. 

“Your call has been forwarded to the automated messaging sys-”

“For god’s sake.” 

You cut the phone. 

The lines on your forehead deepened as the number of missed calls grew. 

Where was he? 

Mentally, you replayed this morning’s conversation with your father. You had vividly remembered that you told him three times: “my exhibition is at five, dad. Please don’t be late.”

You had set alarms on his phone with small reminders attached to them: one at 4:00 PM, one at 4:15 PM, and one at 4:30 PM. 

Where was he?

Your heart beat a bitter drum as you watched some fathers with roses in one hand whilst the other was pressed against their hips as they gasped for air.

“I couldn’t be late for my angel’s exhibition now could I?”

It was 9:00 PM. 

The crowd had died down and you watched as they drained out: proud fathers holding their daughter’s hand, embracing them in unconditional love. Your once eager eyes were tired, exhausted from searching and scanning for the only face you had internally begged for. 

Had you not expected it, you would have cried. 

Your thumb hovered over your father’s name on your phone, hesitant. 

But there was no point. You switched your phone off. 

“Hana,” you asked the few friends that were left, “can you help me pack my things please?”

-

The pitch black darkness dragged the walk back to the nearest bus station. With your hands occupied with bags that contained the remains of your exhibition, periodically, you peered at the dimly-lit empty street behind you. 

The street lights flickered sporadically, teasing your lone steps that were getting faster and faster. 

The bus ride home was fine. You met a few friends waiting at the stop with their parents. Although when alone on the outer seat, hood still up, your eyes may have lingered too long at the napping daughters resting their head on their smiling fathers’ shoulders. 

Your stop approached in forty-five minutes. 

It was 10:36 PM when you got off the bus. The usual hustle of your neighbourhood had settled, so it wasn’t too hard to spot a head with green, curly hair leisurely walking towards your bus stop. 

“Midoriya-kun?”

The young boy lifted his head from his phone to look around. 

You gave him a hesitant wave, receiving a warm smile in return. 

“Toshinori-san?” he asked, taking off his earphones. 

“Uh, yeah, it’s me.”

You shoved your hands in your pockets. 

“Wha- what are you doing here?” you blurted, staring at the ground. 

The abrasive nature of your words caused Midoriya to stand straighter. He blinked a few times before answering. 

“Oh um, All Might called me over for a chat. He told me you weren’t home so he said it would be a good chance to discuss more… things?” 

The young boy ended his sentence with a wavering voice, getting quieter as he saw your body stiffen. 

In the moments of your wordless exchange, a warm ache began to develop in the walls of your skull. 

Midoriya’s gaze, which was travelling to and fro, fixed upon the bags hanging from your wrists. 

“How about you? Um… Where did you come back from?” 

Your mind tried to console your heart, hushing the bubbling feelings of resentment towards the boy in front of you. 

You let out a sigh, letting your shoulders drop low. 

You were tired. 

“I came back from an exhibition.”

“Oh really? Were you presenting? Is that what the bags are for?” 

Your lips found themselves smiling at Midoriya’s observation. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “they have my exhibition prototypes in them.”

Your ears perked up at the approaching sounds of relaxed footsteps. 

“May I see them please?” Midoriya asked. 

Finally, you lifted your head to meet his eyes. 

You mumbled, passing him the bag with your prototype inside. “Yeah… sure.”

Minutes passed in complete silence. Timid glances found themselves analysing the look on Midoriya’s face, who was carefully reading the contents of your pamphlet, cross-checking it with your prototype. You felt a warm flush on your cheeks as the boy looked up at you, eyes wide and bright. 

“You made this? By yourself?” 

He was baffled: eyebrows raised, eyes twinkling. You pressed your lips together in attempts to hide your grin as you nodded. 

“It took me two years.”

Midoriya carefully placed your prototypes back into their respective boxes, passing the bag back into your hands. 

“I didn’t expect this at all- I mean, of course, you’re All Might’s daughter but just, being quirkless and everything? I just-” his expressive face comforted yours.

“You’re so cool, Toshinori-san. You’re so cool!”

The swells of your cheeks began hurting as you stared at Midoriya, your waterline becoming annoyingly emotional. 

“Thank you, Midoriya-kun…” 

“Please,” he chimed, “call me Izuku.”

You let out a chuckle just this once, sneaking a swipe to wipe the corner of your eyes. 

“In that case, please call me Y/N.”

Izuku’s wide grin ignited a mellow flame in your disappointed heart. You cursed your heart for every ill thought that crossed your mind about the boy that stood in front of you.  

“I am honoured to meet a brilliant mind like yours Y/N-san… The amount of lives this can save… The amount of innocent lives this can protect from harassment… You’re amazing Y/N-san,” he repeated, bowing down. 

You blushed, your hands immediately reaching out towards the young boy to lift him up, “oh, Izuku-kun, please don’t bow…” 

“My younger self thanks you Y/N-kun…” he whispered. 

There was a small crack in his soft voice. 

Your eyebrows twitched and the cold air travelled through the small opening in your mouth. 

“What do you mean, ‘younger self’...?”

Midoriya’s big green eyes were frosted on the surface. He straightened his back, staring off into the distance. 

“I’m sure your father told you, Y/N-san”, he cleared his throat. 

“I was born quirkless.”

Your fingers felt cold. 

“Quirkless…?”

“Yes. I was born quirkless. The doctors didn’t know what caused it. My parents had a quirk. My mother can float small objects towards her. And my father has a powerful quirk: fire breathing.”

His voice began quivering and the young boy had to take a pause.

“All I wanted as a young child was to become All Might. I still do, to be honest. I had a little All Might onesie. And my mother bought me all the All Might action figures. I would play hero with her. She used to act like a citizen in distress and for that short amount of time, I was her hero. And that led to me wanting to become everyone’s hero.”

His tears reflected the moonlight waning in the sombre sky. 

“I was five years old when I was told my dreams were basically worthless. That I should give up… and become a police officer.”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, hiding your hands inside your pockets. 

“I didn’t eat for three days. I couldn’t stomach anything, so at some point, I-I guess I ended up fainting, and my mom had to rush me into the ER.”

Two bodies stood underneath the cold, clinical street light, incredibly still. 

But the loud noises pinched you to disturb the silence. 

You had to know.

“But… what about your quirk now?”

-

The door creaked open into a fully-lit living room. Toshinori was sitting in front of the television, phone in hand, swiping through his texts. 

Trays and glasses– two glasses exactly– were lazing on the table with cubes of melting ice piled up on the bottom. The cushions were moved to the side, and the couch covers relaxed comfortably with deep wrinkles.  

An unnoticed figure slipped inside the house and Toshinori felt two eyes settle onto him. 

“Y/N, when did you come back?”

Nothing. 

“My child,” he stood up, reaching towards your shoulder. 

You shrugged his hand off as soon as it touched you, lost in the voices consuming your mind. 

“Y/N! What is the meaning of this?”

“It’s eleven.”

“What do you-”

“It’s eleven!” 

Your father’s body tensed as he stepped back, his brows knitted in pain and confusion. 

Your throat, strained and dry, struggled to find words as it battled against the bitter rise of bile. 

Your jaw trembled as your eyes burnt with unshed tears in the now blurring room. The cries of betrayal felt so weak. What should have been anger– a hellflame spreading throughout your house, came out a sniffle and singular tear. Anger that should have engulfed the sounds in the room and overpowered the drone of the television and the tick of the passing time was nothing but suppressed by the overbearing eyes that scrunched in concern. 

“What do I have to do to get you to pay attention to me, dad? What do I have to do…” you weeped, your hands consoling your own body because no one else present could. 

The cries of betrayal felt so weak because it was someone else’s incompetency, someone else’s fault that pained your wailing heart. And the cries of a wailing heart begging to be loved was a silent sound that overpowered all sense of self. 

“What does he have that I don’t, dad? What did he do that I failed to do?” 

You broke down into his arms. You found refuge despite his false embrace; it repulsed you because you knew it was going to be short-lived. 

It was a fake. 

“Why did I have to find out that my father was quirkless from someone else’s mouth?” 

You felt his chest fall as your father squeezed you tighter. 

“Why didn’t you tell me, dad?” you whispered.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry…” 

“Am I not worthy enough… Was I not worthy enough to find out?” 

Your ears preened, begging for reassurance, begging to hear: ‘that’s not true my child’. 

But it never came.

“I’m sorry for not being strong enough, dad… I’m sorry for letting him steal my quirk, dad.”

You tore away from his chest, sniffling away your tears for the last time. 

“But why didn’t you tell me that One For All could work with quirkless too?”

Toshinori crossed his hands in front of him as he averted his gaze from yours. 

“Why can’t you talk to me? Was I not good enough! Am I so weak without my quirk? That you blindly gave your power away to a boy you met a day ago! Dad, look at me!” you screamed, far too lost to control yourself. “Why couldn’t you give it to me, your own goddamn daughter? What did I not do dad, what did I not do!”

Why did All Might extend his hand to save Midoriya, when his daughter gave up her whole life to burn for his dreams?

His silence spoke a thousand words, so it was about time you spoke your final words. 

“You’re a great hero, dad. But that’s all you’ll ever be… you’ve been a great hero but you’ll never be a great dad.”

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Deeper(All Might x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, oral sex(male receiving), size kink, size difference, bodily fluids(cum) word count: 1.2k pairings: All Might x Fem!Reader summary: he's very aware of the size difference, but you don't care. you just want to make him feel good. a/n: full rendition of this thirst dividers by @adornedwithlight

Toshinori was always aware of how much bigger he is than you. He takes careful precautions never to exert too much force on you. He’ll never get too rough with you. Besides that, he is a very gentle man. He enjoys being soft and tender with you whenever he  can.

The only time that caution seems to be thrown out the window is when you’re on your knees and trying to fit that big cock into your mouth. Something about seeing you struggle to take him into your mouth makes a part of him snap deep inside. It makes him want to shove you down onto his cock completely.

Yet he never does. And he most likely never will. You are far too precious to him for him to even consider hurting you like that. He’d have to ask your consent and find ways to make sure you’re so comfortable with it. Even then, he’s sure it would just have to remain a fantasy.

One night, he comes home to you. He’s a little pent up, a little more tired than usual. Seeing you being so domestic for him causes him to become even more aroused. Toshinori could never lie and say he doesn’t find you attractive, especially when you do everything in your power to take good care of him.

You’re finishing up dinner in the kitchen when he gets home. He towers over you, pulling you in so close that you can feel his muscles pressing into your soft body. Oh how he craves to be able to hold you like this. His breath is warm on your skin as he whispers in your ear.

“I am here, home at last.” 

You smirk playfully, turning a little just to be able to give him a sweet kiss. You’re too good for him, he thinks. He believes that you must be an angel sent down to earth just for him. Despite thinking that he is in no way deserving of the love you give to him, Toshinori soaks it all in and appreciates every single moment of it.

“Welcome home, sunflower. Are you hungry?”

He chuckles, his voice booming. “Yes! Very!”

You turn around completely and look up at him. All you can see is just the most beautiful human you’ve ever laid eyes on. The feelings you have for him are tender, deep and so real. With love on your mind, you guide him to the table and you serve him his dinner.

Conversation is kept light and Toshinori hangs onto your every word. He could never tire of the things you say to him. The more he hears your voice, the more it begins to affect him. He’s growing aroused just watching your lips move.

“Darling,” he breathes softly after he’s done eating. “I must admit that I’m feeling…” he then blushes.

“Feeling?” You ask, reaching over to gently soothe your thumb over his knuckles.

That little move alone has him shuddering. There’s a dark look in his eyes when he speaks to you once more. You know what’s going on, but you desperately want to hear him say it.

“I’m aroused.”

You bite your lip seductively. You thought that maybe you’d have to coax it out of him. But he spilled it so quickly, it makes your head whirl. You grab his hand and lead him into the comfort of your bedroom.

It takes you very little time to be on your knees and tugging off his costume. Though you love how that spandex clings to his every muscle, having him bare to you is so alluring as well. His cock springs out, twitching and throbbing, begging for a little attention.

“Have you been so pent up, sunflower?”

He doesn’t even know how to respond. When you’re on your knees like this, looking up at him with his cock in your hand, he’s barely able to string together coherent thoughts. You giggle softly before pressing a kiss to the frenulum. The hulking blond above you lets out a raspy moan.

“I’ve…I’ve been pent up. I didn’t want to bother you with…this.” Toshinori admits.

You coo softly, continuing your soft little kisses and kitten licks. He’s not even sure how he’s going to manage to last if you continue to tease him like this. His cock keeps throbbing in your hand. But before he can even say or do anything, you wrap your lips around the tip and begin stroking the shaft.

His head falls back and his hips thrust ever so slightly. That last shred of self-control is what brings him back to reality and he stills himself. You look up at him with this cute lovesick look in your eyes, and he’s almost done for just by this. His large hand reaches down to stroke your cheek, and he’s mesmerized by the way you seem to worship him.

Slowly, you begin to bob your head up and down on the tip and part of his shaft. You’re confident in wanting to take more, but your lover is quick to stop you. He would never want you to hurt yourself just for the sake of his own pleasure. Your eyes meet once more when you look up at him, and he looks so lewd. His cheeks are pink, eyes half-open and his lips part as he grunts and whimpers.

“D-don’t do anything to hurt yourself. It already feels so divine, my love.”

His words make you shudder. You desperately want to take more of him into your mouth. You’re stubborn about certain things, and this is something you know you’d want to do even if he said it was okay. You want to feel him even deeper into your mouth. His size may be intimidating, but you’re ready to take on more.

You push down a little more, and Toshinori is shaking. His knees are buckling. Your drool lubricates his dick a little more, easing the passage into your mouth. He wonders how he’s even managed to hold on for this long. A choked moan falls from his lips as you swallow around him.

“P-pace yourself. It’s okay, don’t take on too much.”

Once again, your willingness to please this big man is so strong. You look up at him, your tongue swirling around the tip before you reach behind him and you grab his ass. He grunts loudly, shuddering under your touch. Your hands push him further into your mouth; further than he’s ever been.

“Oh fuck,” he groans. “I’m gonna—”

His whole body tenses as his balls draw up. He doesn’t have time to warn you before shot after shot of thick, hot cum begins to splash down your throat. As you struggle to swallow it all, he’s in the throes of his orgasm. His grip on you tightens for a moment, holding you there so he can finish completely down your throat. Then he snaps out of it and helps you off his cock.

“Darling, are you alright? I’m so sorry. Can you breathe?” Apologies fall from his lips as he looks down at you. His cheeks are so red right now.

You laugh sweetly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and standing up. Toshinori helps you to your feet, pulling you close. His hands are gentle as he tenderly caresses your hair.

“I’m happy I was able to do that for you,” you tell him. 

He smiles sweetly, “I really don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”

You squeal in surprise when he picks you up and tosses you onto the bed, his hands working to undress you as quickly as possible. Then he kisses his way down your body, spreading your thighs.

“But I know what I’ll do to keep you happy.”

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Toshinori x reader - mornings with you

Hello, hope you're doing well.😁 Could I request an All Might x reader with these prompts "Wake up sleepy head. I made you breakfast" "You didn't have to" "Well I wanted to"? Preferably with the reader making the breakfast. You don't have to write this of course🥰 - Anon💜

It wasn’t often that Toshinori slept in before you, but with everything going on recently with villains and teaching at UA, he was a lot more exhausted than he usually was.

You wanted to do something for him to make his morning just a little bit better, so you woke up early, placed a soft kiss to the top of his head and got out of bed.

Padding to the kitchen, you made yourself a drink before immediately getting to work.

Because of his injury there was some things he couldn’t eat or drink, so you kept they in mind while you prepared his breakfast.

It wasn’t much, you had made him some tea, pancakes and put some yogurt in a bowl with some of his favourite fruits.

Putting everything into eh tray you carefully carried it to the bedroom, setting it on his bedside table as well as confiscating his phone from him.

There wasn’t much on his phone, some news headlines, and a few texts from Midoriya who had messaged him last night to excitedly tell him about something.

Stashing the phone in your bedside table, you opened the windows to let some air into the room but kept the curtains closed for now.

Then you walked over to Toshinori who was laid on his stomach fast asleep.

Kneeling down, you gently place your hand on the back of his head.

"Wake up sleepy head. I made you breakfast.” You whisper.

Toshinori stirred but didn’t wake up, he stay asleep for a minute or two while you played with his hair before his eyes snapped open.

He quickly turned around and looked you over head to toe for any sign of injury or distress.

“Are you okay? Why are you awake?”

He constantly worried about you, so having you awake before him which never happened immediately put him on high alert.

Giving him a soft smile, you nod your head.

“I’m okay sweetheart, but it’s time for you to wake up, and I made you breakfast.”

Toshinori sat up, running a hand down his face as he leant back against the headboard.

Getting up, you carefully set the tray into his lap before going to get his clothes ready for the day.

The first thing he did was reach for his phone, but when he couldn’t find it he assumed you confiscated it and turned his attention to the tray of food before looking up at where you were ironing a suit for him.

“You didn't have to…” he says softly.

“Well I wanted to.” You smiled.

Toshinori smiled back but he couldn’t help but feel a little bad.

You had woken up early, and instead of staying in bed to relax, you were doing things for him.

You made him breakfast, and now you were here making sure he was ready for the day, and it made him feel bad.

He couldn’t start eating without you, so he waited, and the moment you were done he pat the spot next to him on the bed.

“Come on love.”

The moment you walk over he gently pulls you into his side, cutting up a bit of pancake and holding his fork out to you for you to eat first.

You were his priority, he was going to make sure you were fed before feeding himself, even if you had made the food for him

[t-annuki]

Hey sweetie! :3 I love your art and I’m so jealous (from an artist to an artist- HOW DO YOU DRAW LEGS SO GOOD-)

I was thinking and when you have time! Could you draw from MHA Toshinori yagi? But maybe a little flustered yknow? :D

It's Christmas eve at the U.A

[mx-pastelwriting]

Hey I was wondering if I could get a insecure All Might. With a fem/gn reader who is kinda friendly with Aizawa and he gets insecure because he’s younger and better looking and he feels like they would be better off with him instead.

Skinny!All Might (Toshinori Yagi) x GN! Reader

Summary: Request up top!

Warning: Fluff!, Little Angst, Established Relationship, Insecure All might

You sipped your choice of a morning drink resting on Toshi's desk as he sipped his. "You look very handsome this morning." He looks at you a bit in shock at your compliment, but quickly his face turns red. He did look a bit tired, but amazing.

"Thank you," he says shyly, then holds your hand, giving it a little kiss. Though you could only stay for a good twenty minutes, it was always cozy with him.

It was interrupted by Aizawa entering the room holding papers. You smiled at him as if he were your good friend. "Hey, how's the kids?" He looks up with his tired eyes while setting down the papers. "Good, they have a big test coming up, and I need you to look over these," he says to you, then Toshi.

Toshi nods with a small, forced smile, and Aizawa walks away, leaving you to watch as Toshi grabs the papers and looks at them. "Hey, are you okay?" You ask softly, and he nods, not looking at you. "Toshi tells me what's wrong," touching his arm, "I just feel like you can do better. Love someone better," he says quietly, looking off to the window.

His words shocked you; never did he talk like this or share these feelings with you: "I deserve you and only you. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." He relaxes at your words and looks up at you.

He smiles warmly. You kiss his lips, you feel his hands, and he pulls you closer. "I love you," he whispers into the kiss. He holds you tighter with your words, but he says a soft "I love you too."

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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