#all might drabble

[whirlybirbs]

please. please "touching foreheads" with all might. please.

You won.

Your breath is coming out in rattled pants.

You can't feel your legs — the burn of fatigue swept that awareness away long ago. You brace a palm on a steel rebar, try to take a step, and then those exhausted limbs drag you down. You crumple. You can't stand. Everything feels heavy.

You've pushed past your upper limit, way past what your body could handle.

But, it doesn't matter.

You won.

The sirens are closer now, and someone is calling your name frantically in the fray. The debris bites into your skin as you try to push yourself up, try to keep moving. You lost a glove mid-fight. The ash burns your throat; your body feels like lead.

It feels like one of those bad dreams. You can't move. Every time you finally will yourself up, you tumble back down again.

"DERECHO!"

The voice is louder now.

The sky is dark with smoke and fire.

Then:

Toshinori.

The relief that washes over him is unstoppable. It floods him like a cracked levi — he's tumbling down the broken building's foundation to your side. His knees skid in the dirt, his hands blindly anchoring themselves to the sides of your face as his cape flutters behind him like a fallen flag.

"Der'��� Der', look at me," his voice is so desperate; the blood in your hairline is sticky as his fingers push a few unruly strands back and out of your face. You're alive. He needs to see you.

You tilt your head back.

Your eyes are still glowing from your quirk; that eerie, gilded light in your irises tells him you're alive, that even now you're still ready to fight — but he knows you need to quell the electric current in your system. Too much and you risk a cardiac event. That stupid smirk of yours is lopsided from your broken jaw.

Pride hangs heavy on your shoulders.

Toshi presses his forehead to yours tightly, his hands big and warm on your face as he cradles you gently to him. The floodlight from the news chopper overhead cuts through the smog and smoke.

You exhale, slip your eyes shut, and finally let yourself hurt.

You won.

— a reference to this fic here ;

[lilacgaby]

katsuki, who would literally fight your stuffed animals out of jealousy.

beaded eyes staring at him mockingly as you held the old, flattened bear in your arms. arms that should be holding him instead, he thought.

his spot on the bed, one he rightfully deserved in his mind, was occupied by your collection of the stuffed animals that he had gotten you over the years. winning them in arcades for you, buying you them as you walked through the mall, anniversary gifts, he never knew they all would come back to haunt him so soon.

one especially rough day, where he came back from an exhausting patrol and just wanted to lay with you, only for you to tell him he couldn't because your bears were laid there? that was his last reason.

so, he 'accidentally' used his quirk on a couple, charing their fur.

he miscalculated slightly though, because at the sight of your tears and expression as you held up your ruined bears, the first solution he thought up and immediately promised to you was..

to buy you more.

so as he laid in your bed, you finally hugging him by your side, though surrounded by your collection of sanrio's and miscellaneous animals that fit the theme of your room, he decided to bear with the things just because they made you happy.

but you couldn't stop him from squishing them violently once in a while.

tags: @k0z3me @darhinadadragon @maddietries @exoticrasin @lavendarstarz @hisonlyobsession @i-the-fluffo @cookielovesbook-akie @frosted-flakes @irenne-stans @lulumi1u

[hanafubukki]

Malleus thinks you’re cute like this.

With your nose red from sneezing into your napkins throughout the day.

“Stop laughing at me.”

He bit back the tug at his lips.

“I’m doing no such thing.”

“Yes, you are. I can see that sm-” your sneeze stopped you from completing your sentence.

Heh.

Adorable.

As if you read his mind, you sent him a glare.

It made you look like a skittish kitten.

Like the ones that followed Silver around as a child. Scared of his large form but always stuck close to the little one’s side, constantly eyeing him.

“Keep being smug and I’ll ask Lilia about those times you burned his hair.”

A pause.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

The banter continued into the night.

You tucked in your bed with a dragon guarding your bedside.

[crabsnpersimmons]

I wanna give them all a lil kiss :3

ooou! kisses for the boys!

Moon: no no no! please wait! i need to clean up clean up!! and then! then...! w-w-w-we should get to know each other first! this! this is too sudden!!

Sun: I do not understand.

Eclipse: Guess you'll have to settle for just little old me for now!

[nenlio]

Against All Odds BoyFail Danny Scores a Dilf

> DP x DC #0.2 - Copper Ice <

one again shout out to @chekhovs-slinky for the og prompt

As Danny and Sam entered their shared home the sounds of a action movie reached them signaling the location of their housemate.

"Were home!!!" Sam yelled into the house.

"In the cinema room!!"

They strolled further in until they reached their friend, Tucker was sat on the sofa leaving a gap that Danny flopped himself on to, groaning in embarrassment at his actions from earlier. Patting his back Tucker winced at Dannys behavior "Woah whats up with you dude? Did you mess up or something? I thought you left the shy guy act in your twenties?"

Sams laugh caught Tuckers attention " Oh he did something alright. Get this, I come up to Danny to ask him for my keys and hes totally zoned out! I finally get his attention and he tells me he thinks he has a chance to get a date with the guy hes looking at. Now, who do you think he was talking about?"

"Based on Dannys reaction I'd say Bruce Wayne?" At Tuckers reply Sam makes an X motion over her chest "EH wrong, Danny-boy over here went after Alfred Pennyworth, As in the guy that raised Bruce Wayne, As in the guy Bruces children consider their grandfather, As in the guy who is 35 years older than Danny!!"

"NO WAY WHAT" Tucker looked down at Danny on his lap and started shaking him "DANNY STOP BEING PATHETIC AND TELL ME EVERYTHING"

"Danny cant answer the phone hes dead" came Dannys muffled reply. Tucker rolled his eyes and turned back to Sam, "so what did Alfred say?"

Sitting down Sam started to, dramatically in Dannys humble opinion, regale Tucker with their evening story," im not even joking Tuck he looked like Alfred was the Cinderella to his Prince Charming with the way he ran after him. Me and Brucie looked so lost and we had to have awkward small talk about the charity until Danny came back."

At this point the force of Tuckers laughter was making him a very uncomfortable pillow so Danny rolled over to glare at him. "Danny, dude, you gotta admit its hilarious how desperate you must have looked in front of Wayne. You probably don't even know where your taking Alfred on a date do you." Dannys groan of embarrassment was answer enough for Tucker to lose it once more.

"Don't worry Danny well come up with a plan for you to woo your beau" Sam soothed as she patted his back, Danny simply groaned out of embarrassment. He had the worst friends.

The batcave was a flurry of voices all asking Alfred questions, the man in question simply arching a brow at their unruly behavior.

"Alfred are you really going on a date with that guy?! We don't even know anything about him!!" Dick was seemingly the most distraught at the news, his grandfather?? Dating?

Oracles voice crackled as she spoke through the caves speakers " His name is Danyal Danny Nightingale, 36 years old, he is the co-owner and eventual heir to DalvCo. He has a relatively clean record aside from some speeding and arrests for unruly protests."

Alfred simply sighed in response, "Master Dick, Ms. Barbara, while I understand your worry that is no reason to invade our guests privacy. And yes Master Dick I will be going on a date with Mr. Nightingale, his efforts to pursue me are commendable, and I will be giving him a chance even if it isn't earnest on my behalf."

"So youre just going along with his whims? 'tt' I expected more from you Pennyworth" Damian didn't show it outwardly but he was excited for Alfreds date. He had immediately recognized Nightingale during the gala, not because of his business, but because he was the person to bring back the purple backed gorillas from extinction. Damian had been 6 years old when he first saw a magazine featuring Daniel Nightingale. He had devoured the every word written about Daniel and it sparked the beginning of Damians infatuation with animal conservation beyond that of his families ideas.

Now seeing the opportunity to meet his role model face to face, and possibly even being related to him (if Alfred's account of Nightingale wanting to court with the intent of marriage was correct.) Damian knew what had to be done.

Damian was going to become Gothams cupid and make sure his Grandfather and role model got together.

Laying back on Tuckers legs, Danny tensed as he felt another sneeze attack coming on, halting all conversation.

ACHOO "Bless you" " Bless you" "Thanks, ugh who decided that speaking my name would cause me to sneeze"

Sam rolled her eyes at Dannys whining. "At least you dont get the calling to be summoned like with your royal title" Danny glared at Sam "gee thanks for being so compassionate, Ill be sure to sneeze on you next time"

"I wonder who's talking about me though"

[mercvry-glow]

Waaiiiitttt jack with an influencer wife sounds so fun omg ♡

PLEASE CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT!!

Like- you’re young and spunky, gained a cult following for your fun attitude and slice of life content. People didn’t even know you were in a relationship, or well- didn’t know you were married until after you hard launched your wedding photos.

Jack was faceless in those of course.

You talk about your husband all the time after that though! The big move you two did, accompanied by a home renovation series, and a house tour once everything was finished. Everything pretty and polished, just like the rest of your content.

There’s been plenty of speculation and little trash articles about this supposed mystery man though. He’s older, clearly. Loves you enough to put up with a studio camera in a home and you leaving every couple of weeks for an event. And with the comments left by your adoring fans about his arms, hot asf.

So it comes as no surprise when you post a photo on your instagram, a year after the hard launch which a little bump and Jacks arm wrapped around you holding a sonogram photo.

🥹🥰

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

imagine being a shy little intern at jujutsu high and getting the fattest crush on gojo because he’s just. so strong and cool. you idolize him. you want to be his friend. and he seems to take a liking to you; he’s cheery and encouraging and sweet in a roundabout way. you feel like you’ve grown pretty close to him.

imagine him falling asleep right next to you on a sofa in the cafeteria. you can barely tell, with his blindfold still on. but you scurry away to find a blanket, happy that he trusts you enough to rest in your proximity, ready to wrap it around him —

only for it to slip right off. rejected by his infinity.

(he never turns it off, around you.)

[babiestbubbles]

Talia and Dick Drabble

Only thought, Talia al Ghul and Dick Grayson having their casual hatred for each other. Like, she moves in and she's a silly w/ Jason and Damian but she and Dick just have this :squints:  :squintsfurther: dynamic 

and they don't like, actively hate each other or are cruel, but there's this kind of underlying disdain 

And then one day, Dick has like, a horrid day

I'm talking, fucked up on patrol last night, got benched from patrol tonight, bombed a test in school, and got hit with like 4 quips about his dead parents for no reason other than Middle school cruelty 

So he's like, guttered in the trenches of hell and Bruce, well meaning and loving as he may be, has no idea how to handle it. Dick is like, lashing out every time anyone approaches. He's isolating, cooped up. And this spans for like 3 days.

By the third day they've learned to leave him alone, to not engage, because if they so much as stare at him for too long, he'll bolt, even if it means sacrificing a meal in the process.

He doesn't eat any of the food left outside his door either. 

Everyone's concerned. No one knows what to do. Bruce is at wit's end.

And then Talia, in all her motherly understanding glory, tells him to take the boys out. To get out of the house, give Alfred errands to run. Empty the manor sans her and Dick for the day.

And Bruce looks at her like she's asked him to hold a knife to her throat. He's painfully confused how sticking a moody dick with his least favorite person in the world, will at all work in her favor.

But she begs him to trust her, and he does.

And to his credit, he more than obliges to her request. Quickly fabricating a 3-day "necessary" outing across the country. Clad with two eager tag-alongs and a knowing Alfred. He worries his lip, concerned that Dick will take this as further rejection, carefully studying his blank expression as he and Talia stand beside the Jet. Poised to wish them a farewell.

But it's Talia who picks up the almost imperceptible exhale of relief when the doors shut. Effectively sealing off Dick from the one source of insufferable monitoring he'd been suffocating in for 3 days now.

The result is instant. By the time an hour has passed since Bruce's departure, Dick seems practically back to himself. Wandering around the manor, though uncharacteristically wordless, with a spring in his step and a passion that had been long missed.

But Talia knew better than to get excited in the face of progress. She had to remain calm, unbothered. Let Dick come to her. Or at least settle into his new space with her alone. 

This was the first time the two had been entirely alone, so she had to upkeep her façade of normalcy. She made it a point to remain in open spaces all of the time. Doing paperwork at the grand dining table, rather than cooped up in Bruce's office. Preparing food loudly in the kitchen. Allowing for the clattering of pots and pans, the whoosh of a running tap Alfred never let carry on for more than a minute drag on for ten, fifteen.

The manor may have been empty, but Talia made it a point to fill the house with life.

And Dick, ever the victim of curiosity, hardly let her efforts go to waste. She'd spot him, like a shadow, peeking behind walls and pillars, watching her. Observing. 

He'd seen her do all of these things before of course.  But that had been for Jason and Damian. For her children. The ones she wanted. The ones she loved.

He supposed it was only natural that she'd keep up her actions, even in temporary absence of her kin. But there was a strange pang in his chest as he observed her. 

A mother in her element. Carefully preparing dinner, even in her lonesome. Her every move dripping with love and passion, intent. She moved with intent.

It was the same way B moved in the field. He never wandered. Never hesitated. He walked like he was going somewhere. 

And she worked as if she had someone to attend to. A hungry child eagerly awaiting their dinner. 

A heavy twisted emotion reverberated in Dick's chest and he had no idea why. 

He retreated back to his room that night. Only daring to inch his way back to the kitchen when he was certain she was asleep.

He found the kitchen spotless when he returned, and it twist something awful in his chest. Of course she hadn't left anything for him. He wasn't her son and he hadn't even had the courtesy to come down and eat with her. He didn't deserve whatever it is she had made, no matter how good it smelled. 

He tried to bite back the sliver of hope in his chest as he opened the fridge. A tiny piece of him holding out hope that she'd at least had the fleeting pity to leave him some leftovers. But any spark of hope he'd had was quickly crushed as he stared back at nothing but produce and other staples. Not a hint of cooked food in sight.

He sighed, biting back the wretched unwanted tears welling up and resigned himself to whatever he could muster in the next 15 minutes, before his appetite was thoroughly purged by disappointment and self pity.

He picked up some 2 day old leftovers Bruce has messily shoved into the back of the fridge, just out of Alfred's sight, and retreated to the microwave. Not caring enough to even take whatever it was out of the container. 

When he opened the microwave, Dick nearly dropped the stupid container. 

Sitting there, innocently wrapped in a lining of plastic wrap, was a plate of food. 

Dick of course, wasn't stupid enough to assume it was for him, and picked it up, trying to squish down the spark of hope that had returned to his chest. It was only as he turned to place it in the fridge, that he noticed the bright green sticky note placed on top of it.

In pretty scrawled cursive it read.

"I thought you might get hungry so I left this for you."

It didn't mean anything, Dick told himself. It was the bare minimum. Common curtesy, the very same that he'd lacked the effort to extend to her earlier. 

That was all it was. It was hardly a heavy task to set aside a plate of food for the only other person in the house. He begged his chest not to swell with desire. With hope, that he may be extended the same luxuries as Jason and Damian. 

The one thing Bruce was never able to buy him. Never able to *give* him.

The gift of being a child. The luxury of being loved and cared for, in that intimate suffocating, insufferable way that only a mother could provide. 

Dick didn't want that anyways. Bruce was a helicopter parent enough. He didn't need Talia and her ever present questions on top of that.

He'd seen the way she interrogated Jason.  Every time he came home. Incessantly badgering him with questions. Everything from "How was school" to "Do you have any homework" and "Did you like the lunch i packed you?"

Dick didn't want that. He liked his freedom, enjoyed his independence. All Talia's care would do it chain him down.

So he warmed up the food. Shoving down the way it tasted painfully familar. The paprika, allspice, and cinnamon dredging up was Dick was certain were unwanted memories. Sarma, and Christmas. Horko jabuka and chilly Gotham nights. 

…

Masali thud and his mother, after the boys he'd been practicing with laughed in his face.

Dick hadn't realized he was crying until he was hiccuping between bites. 

*Dick missed his mother.*

He hadn't realized it a first. Genuinely. He'd been convinced his temperament was bitterness over being banned from patrol and annoyance at middle schooler’s petty attempts at insults. But it wasn't the things that hurt him that had left Dick moody and incapacitated.

It was the lack of comfort. The absence of soft warm arms to lick his wounds in. The hollow emptiness of Bruce's shallow attempts of comfort and the freezing chill of he empty room. *That* is what had torn Dick apart.

That is what had left him miserable and hostile. Desperate to reject a world that had clearly rejected him.

Dick harshly scrubbed at the tears dripping down his face and glance down at his plate. Surprised to find it empty and unsure of how long ago he'd finished his food.

He shakily deposited it in the sink. Grabbing a glass of water and preparing himself for the miserable journey back to his dark empty room.

Yet, as Dick stood in the hallway, not two steps from his destination, he noticed something.  The door, to Bruce and Talia's room, was ajar. It wasn't wide open, no neither Dick nor Talia was stupid enough to think that would be effective, but it was definitely ajar. At least 3 or 4 inches lay between the door and it's frame. 

To anyone else, anyone not raised by the world’s greatest detective and worst paranoiac, it would've been nothing. 

But Dick saw it for what it was. An Invitation.

He was no stranger to climbing into Bruce's bed after nightmares. Blindly wandering through the very same hallway with ghosts of tears in his eyes, just like now. But he hadn't done that in years. Since long before Talia moved in. 

On any other night, Dick would've stared the invitation in the face and declined. He would have strode into his room in disgust, appalled at Talia's audacity to try and reach out the child she clearly despised.

But something about tonight, something about Dick's brokenness, and the cinnamon and clove still wrapped around his teeth, drew him to the door.

Dick took slow shaky steps toward it. Ready to bolt at the sight of life. But it never came

Either Talia was truly asleep, or she was a hell of an actor, because as Dick approached the door not only did he fail to hear so much as a shift in the covers, but his carefully attuned ears also heard her soft even breaths.

As he neared the door, hand still too afraid to reach for the handle, his heart stopped.

He hadn't seen it from so far down the hallway, but now that he was close enough to peer inside the room, it was clear as day. Talia has left the nightstand lamp on.

It was meaningless. Tears pooled in Dicks eyes and sniffled, frustrated at his body's lack of cooperation.

It didn't mean anything. She left the door open on accident and forgot to turn off the light. She must've been really tired, she did a lot of paperwork today.

But Dick couldn’t bring himself to believe his pitiful lie for even a moment.

He was just too scared to entertain the truth.

Bruce slept with the light off every night. He couldn't sleep with lights on in his room, it's part of the reason Dick started sleeping in his own room actually. Dick was the exact opposite. Dick was terrified of the dark.

It was a bit ironic. Night stalking, crime fighting, fearless vigilante Robin, was afraid of the dark. But he couldn't help it. There was something about that pitch black emptiness. The unknowing aspect of darkness, that terrified him. 

Dick had never told a soul. He told Bruce he just preferred his own room, told Alfred the night light was a saftey measure, to ward off emergency intruders. Told Talia nothing at all, he didn't owe her an explanation and he'd rather die that willingly admit weakness to her.

But she'd noticed. Despite his bitterness, and his distance, and his childish effort to conceal his phobia, she had noticed. The blinding lights left on in the kitchen and the hallway, hell the entire rest of the manor, could be disregarded. She'd left them on knowing someone else was in the house to turn them off, and knowing if he didn't, they's shut off on their own eventually.

But to leave on *her* bedside Lamp?

In *her* room?

It was a sign. Another invitation. The final tug Dick needed to yank open the door and stumble his way into the room. Hiccuping with harsh, painful sobs.

(Different from my usual content but I love them, lmk if i should make this into a fic)

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

but i crumble completely when you cry . .

katsuki comforts you

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

[cherryblossombankai]

“I don’t— I don’t think I can last any longer, fuck, please—”

Toshinori was the one torturing himself. You knew it was his first time, and you were honored to be the one he trusted enough to share such a tender moment with. With that in mind, your expectations for his performance had been low, not because you didn’t believe he’d be a good lover but because you knew how overwhelming the first time could be. You wanted the first time to be about his comfort and easing him into this new form of intimacy. 

He’s nothing if not a perfectionist. The night before your date he didn’t get any sleep because he was busy Googling such things as “how to last longer in bed” which led to some distracting places that made him flush as though someone was going to look over his shoulder and see. He wanted to be the best lover you’d ever had. He wanted to prove to himself he could be more than a hero.

It was so warm though; such a snug fit around his cock that he was drooling before he even got halfway inside. By the time he bottomed out he was ready to blow his load, but no fucking way would he humiliate himself like that. Not after all the late night reading he’d done to prepare for this! 

Two thrusts. 

Stop. 

One thrust. 

Stop. 

Two more thrusts? No, stop halfway through the second. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants when he made himself stop again, right at the precipice of bliss. 

“Toshi, babe, it’s okay,” you whispered softly and kissed his cheek. You could feel him trembling against you, his nails were digging into the fat of your thighs to keep himself grounded. 

“I just want to last longer,” he confessed. “It feels so good and I want it to last.” 

“Why don’t you let me get on top?” you suggested. The idea of you riding him was enough to make his cock throb with need again, but he was hesitant to leave your hot cunt. 

“I-I would like that,” he finally managed to choke out.  He pulled out of you slowly, grunting at the loss of contact. 

“Just tell me if you want to stop,” you said as you situated yourself above him. His hands were already gripping your waist, and his eyes were fixed at the point where you connected, watching you sink on his length. 

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “That feels good.” 

You started a slow pace and watched his eyes flutter closed with pleasure. 

“Look at me, baby,” you cooed softly. 

Your sweet command was his to follow. His blue eyes were on yours in an instant. Watching you ride his cock was even better than anything he’d ever imagined in his lewdest of fantasies. 

“I don’t— I don’t think I can last any longer, fuck, please—” it pained him to say these words out loud. He couldn’t help it anymore. 

“That’s okay, baby,” you whispered. You leaned down to kiss him and quicken your pace. “Cum for me, Toshinori.” 

You couldn’t believe the sweet whine that fell from his lips as he hit his peak. His back arches and you feel his legs shaking. 

“That’s it, baby. Let go,” you encouraged further. You rode him until his whines died down and he pulled you against his chest. 

“Thank you,” he whispered against your hair.

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[whirlybirbs]

lowkey imagining the All Might Agency Social Media team organizing videos with All Might and Derecho, just different ones like " All might and Derecho read thirst tweets", "Derecho answers questions while in a room of kittens/puppies" "AmA w/ All Might and Derecho while they are attached to a polygraph".

Honestly endless, but the shenanigans between them. The clips of either one of them breaking their persona for even a millisecond, more fan edits of them together. Sure they might hate some of them, it's pr more than anything, but memories and inside jokes from them probably last a life time.

Bonus points if during the polygraph, Derecho asks if he put his name into the raffle for that charity calendar and he has to choose to either try and lie, tell the truth, or take a shot as a "I plead the 5th" move.

derecho is definitely the only one who can come sort of close to doing some trending dance right, but she’s hellbent on maintaining her quickly eroding “stoic bad girl persona” so refuses until all might is the one who begs on behalf of the social media team

the youtube compilations of “all might and derecho being the funniest hero duo for twenty minutes” but it’s just them dissolving into laughter over AMA questions, various news interview bloopers, and a bunch of supercuts of derecho making faces at toshinori when she thinks he isn’t looking

the “plot twist” fan edits where it’s making all might seem like he’s the strongest then it cuts to derecho’s Most Feral Moments

the fanfiction. need i say more.

the All Might Agency tiktok is a gem of content

the social media take-over that was a one and done because why the hell did they ever trust derecho to make family appropriate content when she swears like a sailor, and then an audio clip of her going “this would be solved a lot quicker if all might had a gun” during a hostage crisis goes viral

those romantic edits to the arctic monkeys that are just all their tender eye contact gala moments stitched together

the shipping wars. all might x derecho vs. endeavor x derecho because they interacted ONCE and the internet went insane over the way derecho sized him up (read judgmental elevator eyes) on live television.

derecho’s anon private twitter where she leaves hate comments under endeavor news stories

— a reference to this fic here ;

[hello-sweetheart]

You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but they’re actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.

Clumsy in Love part 4

Eddie rubs his hands over his face and presses the heels of his palm into his eyes.

Im such a piece of shit. God, how could I just do that.

He’s pissed at Steve for not saying something sooner, for waiting until Eddie had something good in his grasp. But he’s angry with himself too.

How stupid is he, really? Did he really not notice until it all came face to face?

He has Adiel’s number memorized, but he knows which of Steve’s beauty marks form constellations.

Mostly, hes confused. His feelings are a jumbled mess and he’s never been good at sorting them out. Naturally, he turns to music. Dio has serenaded him these past few days. Wayne has steered clear of his shit show.

How do you feel right now?

What do you see?

Where would you be right now?

Hey angel what about me?

Jesus fucking fuck. He attempts to run his hand through his hair only it doesn’t get too far, rings snagged in his tangled hair. He can feel the oil built up on the strands and knows it’s time to get his ass out of bed. He doesn’t.

“Angel, Angel, angel. You were my angel. Just not anymore.” He mutters to himself long after the track has finished and another song plays. He’s learning to let go still, even after he’s ended it.

You know what really makes him feel like a dickhead? That Adiel got hurt because of him. He didn’t deserve to get caught in Eddie’s bullshit.

Guilt eats him alive.

His conscious hurts and his heart trembles, tumbled in his chest, but he doesn’t feel the heartbreak the way he should. That world-on-fire and breath burning feeling. He can’t find it.

Like a masochist he wants for it, desires it, deserves it like sinner.

Those last few weeks were enough for his feelings to settle, for his heart to make a decision with or without his input. He tried—god fuck I tried—to feel that skipped-beat flutter when Adiel smiled his way. Could almost convince himself he could. That Adiel’s interlocked hand in his still felt an extension of himself instead of something foreign.

It used to feel like I belonged at his side. Why did it have to stop?

He’s wronged a friend who trusted him to keep his heart safe. A friend who had already been through so much. And Eddie added to that lifetime of hurt because he couldn’t figure it out himself.

Because he was too stupid to see and too stupid to know.

He thinks of Steve’s lips, like he has now for days. Weeks. His heart twists, rung out. That skipped-beat flutter that betrays him.

Fuck. Fuck, man.

He has to stop yanking at his hair like he can train himself out of feeling it.

Do your demons, do they ever let you go?

When you've tried, do they hide, deep inside

Is it someone that you know?

You're just a picture, you're an image caught in time

We're a lie, you and I.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he tells no one because he needs to say it until he can forgive himself a little. Until he can make himself believe that Adiel will forgive him, in time.

“I’m so sorry,” this time says it to himself, covers his face with his hands and finally cries.

Against his fucking will he cries, can’t hold onto it anymore. Ugly retching sobs that can only come from mourning an almost.

Finally, after days of like solitude, Wayne creeps in un-intrusive as a shadow. His hand on his shoulder may be the only thing that keeps Eddie from disappearing.

“I could’ve loved him, Wayne. I could’ve—I did. I think I fucking loved him and I didn’t know until—until I didn’t anymore. And then—and then I just couldn’t again.”

I wish he got to know that. That even for a short time, I had loved him.

Wayne, ever a man of few words, sits with him and lets him have his silence.

———

It’s a little over a month after that that Steve pays him a visit.

He’s smart enough to show up when Wayne isn’t home, looking sheepish as he shuffles on his front step. At least he has the gall to look him in the eyes.

All this is because of you, he thinks. His dark under eyes, his pallid skin. The rage in his blood. The almost that he had.

“Why are you here?” He looks taken aback, almost shrinks in on himself.

“I… the boys said that you, well.” Steve rubs the back of his neck, his hair longer than when Eddie last saw it. It slips through Steve’s fingers. “You never came by again and I wanted to see you. To talk? Can we talk? Can’t… can’t I come in?”

Having Steve in his home, in his space, is dangerous.

Those eyes are deep, soften by tired shadows.

“No,” his swallow is audible and steels himself, “Why should I want you in my home, Steve?”

Steve stands there lips parted and hands clenches at the bottom of his sweatshirt, eyes shined over. Eddie takes the chance to step forward. Everything inside him is too much.

“Don’t you understand what you did? I was happy. And you, fuck, you ruined it! Steve! You!” He out of the door way now and Steve steps back, back, back.

Steve’s face is red in shame. Eddie’s in anger. His pointed finger jabbed at his chest, accusing.

“You couldn’t just let me be happy? Why? Why did you kiss me, Steve? Why then? Was it because you couldn’t stand that I finally had someone? Say something!”

Steves eyes overflow, “Yes! I could stand it because I love you, asshole! I thought, I don’t know—I thought you loved me, too. Okay? Me. We both felt it—tell me you felt it too, Eddie? It wasn’t just me, right?

“You were everywhere and everything. You’d smile at me and it was the sun. So close, always right there and it was like we were—we were teetering on the edge of something amazing. And I was so happy, Eddie. So happy that day ‘cuz I thought, it was just us, right? Me and you. Just us. Together.

“But then you saw him and your weren’t even listening to me. You didn’t hear a word I said, did you? You only had eyes for him. You left me there and I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cuz suddenly all you’d talk about was him. Every day and every minute we were together. After thinking, after thinking you loved me too.

That I had you.

So yes! Okay? I kissed you because I was selfish and I needed to know. I needed to know if any of it was real. If there really was nothing there.”

Steve’s breathing hard by the end of, words a wavering wet string of rawn vulnerable pulled out of his chest. He’s looking at the floor, hair covering his eyes, and shoulders trembling as he hiccups.

Then, everything feels still. Calm inside. For the first time in ages, Eddie feels like he can take a deep breath and not fall apart. He closes his eyes for a second and just breathes. The fight escapes him with the last breath.

“You ruined me, Steve. You ruined me in a way that even I didn’t understand. I didn’t know, not until that night, about how you felt. And I’m sorry if it was my fault, if I did and said things to make you feel that way, okay? But I didn’t… I didn’t feel that way about you. Not then. Not when you kissed me.”

“And now? Eddie? Do you… could you feel that way for me, now?”

“If it weren’t for you,” he begins, “Adiel and I… we could’ve had something great. But then you—and I— I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wondered so much on why you kissed me that night, replaying every moment together, to see what you saw. And ended up feeling… feeling what you felt.”

He takes the chance to move forward the last bit of space to reach to him, have him look him in the eyes. Both of them mirror images of despair.

“You ruined me, Stevie. Everything was different. It wasn’t perfect anymore, I couldn’t make it perfect again. And I couldn’t be who I had been with Adiel knowing that I couldn’t find in me what we had before. That maybe, this has the chance of being something amazing, too.

I stopped seeing you everyday, so I saw you in everything. I stopped speaking to you, and you became the voice inside my head. It was maddening.”

Eddie laughs and wipes away the tears from Steve’s eyes, they fall faster when he smiles a weak and small but real thing.

“Adiel and I, we fit together; we were good together. But despite that, I didn’t want him anymore. I didn’t know why, I think I still don’t, but… I don’t need to know. I just need feel it, Stevie. And I feel it. I want this. Me and you. You have throughly ruined me, for anybody else.”

This time the kiss is different. It’s shared elation, wet and salty on the tongue, and clumsy as they try to fit into each other. Disappear in one another.

“Are you still mad?”

Those brown eyes don’t resemble gems of green, but they’re filled with incredible warmth and Eddie sees home in them,

Sees a life with them,

It’s own kind of precious.

And he laughs.

“So much, Stevie. I’m mad and heartbroken and falling jn love and happy and so so sure of us. I think, I think I still need some time, I’m really fucked—no, no, shouldn’t cry anymore,” he says as Steve’s face scrunches and it’s so unbelievably cute if he wasn’t blaming himself for it all.

“I just want to make sure I do this right this time. And if I, if I invite you in… I won’t be able to.”

Steve rests his forehead against his, there is heat between them, “But I have you, right?”

“Yeah, took me a while to figure it out but… yeah. Yes. You have me, Steve. God, and I have you. And tomorrow, tomorrow you’re going to come over and pick me up at 6 in the evening so we can eat shitty pancakes at the diner.

And then we’ll figure this out together.”

Part 3 <💛 End, thank you for reading and for all the feedback!

[blackberreh-art]

Old Man Yaoi AU future rambles

I never posted the full thing here, so I thought why not, since I'm struggling to get anything new down lol. Just copy and pasted from twitter, so forgive any weird formatting or errors!

I started this not knowing where I wanted to go with it, just knowing '10 years after being gone from japan, old man yaoi afomight come back because Toshinori has a bleeding heart and AfO is along for the ride' . And I didn't know what I wanted to show exactly, just the comfort and ease at which the two acted with one another.

AfO's gonna join Toshi at the railing and hold out a hand. Knowing what he wants, Toshi's gonna pull out a pack of cigarettes and let AfO take one.

"I don't know why I still carry these." Toshi says, watching as AfO lights the cigarette with a flicker of a stolen fire quirk. "

Habit." AfO says. "The lingering effects of the leash around my neck. Does it bother you?"

All Might quirks a brow. "What? The fact that I have to carry your shit for you, even now?"

AfO chuckles. That wasn't what he meant, and Toshi knows it. That's answer enough really - the experiments, the chip in his brain (even now long destroyed), the torture that AfO went through at the hands of the HPSC - of course it still bothered Toshi.

Coming back to japan…

It's weighing on Toshi. He's here to help his former students, even though he's retired officially as a hero. Vigilantism is still frowned upon, but no-one has the balls to tell All Might to keep to the sidelines, especially now that he has a few quirks on his side. And AfO. And isn't that funny? AfO has stated many times that he refuses to lend a hand. Toshi's alright with that. He's alright with the company alone. He still marvels at the fact that AfO still kept himself leashed to-

(Guilt, self hatred, Toshi still hasn't let them go. His former enemy could throw him that crooked grin that he'd hated so much in the past and Toshi would just melt these days.)

Toshi let out a heavy breath. Being back here… it was making it so much harder to rationalize his thoughts. His emotions. AfO stood by his side through all the meetings, appearing bored out of his mind and throwing in many a snide remark, and Toshi looked at him and thought 'I should hate this man.'

He didn't, though. The heroes, his former students scurried around the former demon lord like he was going to snap at any minute. Tenko refused to be in the same city as him. Izuku and Katsuki watched AfO with a single minded determination to put him down before he can even think to make a move, and only Toshi knew that AfO really had no intention to shatter the tentative truce in place.

Only Toshi knew AfO had other plans. He always had other plans. Some Toshi knew the details of, some he didn't, and there was a time when that would have terrified him. 15 years to spend together, through danger after danger…

Toshi knew AfO.

The doubts, when they appeared, didn't last.

"Does it bother you?" Toshi tossed the question back, and AfO paused, cigarette to his lips. Hazy white eyes drift to meet Toshi's, and the former hero marvels at just how easy it was to read AfO now.

AfO was disgruntled.

"Yes, and no." AfO said. "I don't care about your little students." A pause, and AfO's eyes gain a focus that has Toshi's hackles raising. "Hm. No, I suppose I do. But not because they all fear me or I feel any guilt for what I did to them."

A long time ago, Toshi would have flinched. He didn't even bat an eye now, even as he thought of Tenko and the sheer torment that All for One put that boy through.

(Guilt, guilt, guilt...)

"No, your one boy... Izuku Midoriya." AfO's gaze dropped focus again, his form relaxing when Toshi didn't bite at him defensively at the sound of his former students name. Toshi stood there, listening. "Or rather, One for All. And my brother."

Toshi hummed. His focus is intent. "Are you going to try taking it back again?"

AfO didn't look at him. Eyes unfocused again, cigarette dangling from between his fingers, burning away without being used. Toshi waited patiently. "... I said I would not." All for One finally said as he came back to himself. There's a tension to his mouth now. He's unhappy about it. "Your trust was hard enough to earn as it was. However..."

AfO is in Toshi's personal space now, a wall of heat pushing back the encroaching chill of the evening. Toshi braced a hand against the railing and shifted to face him, brow quirked. AfO always did like to crowd when he wanted to make a point or had something important to say.

"Do you remember what I said to you that last night we were here?" There's that crooked grin again, charming and threatening and so very well practiced. "When you played at hero when you didn't need to? When you were bleeding out and I had to carry you to safety?"

Toshi swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. "When - yes, what are you getting at?"

AfO finally brings the cigarette to his lips and takes a lazy drag. Smoke curls through the air, and Toshi breaths it in with shiver, remembering a time when he would have doubled over, unable to breathe.

"I can't fault you for being a hero." AfO said. "It's who you are at your core. You're the perfect hero, and I so utterly adore that. You're here to help, because of course you are, you're All Might."

Even when praising him it sounds condescending.

"But I want you to remember what I told you then." AfO flicked the cigarette carelessly to the ground and crushed it under the heel of his shoe. "About what will happen if your heroism gets the best of you, and you end up killing yourself."

At that, Toshi winced. Ah.

(a preview of THAT is this)

(imagine Toshi's head in AfO's lap after being shot by the president of the HPSC lmao...)

AfO's smile is all threat. "If you let your heroism get the best of you, and you end up killing yourself, then know that there is nothing left to prevent me from completing my initial goals and taking One for All for myself."

It wasn't the healthiest of ultimatums.

But it was one Toshi remembered laughing at after hearing it for the first time. Live, because if not then AfO would turn back into the supervillain he was at heart? 'Live, or else I kill everything you hold dear?' He'd thought it was kind of sweet. Hadn't wanted to question why.

Still doesn't want to question why. Even now, he finds it kind of sweet. Knows its... messed up.

He smiles at All for One, feeling warm. "Don't worry about me. I don't plan on dying anytime soon."

"Good boy." All for One croons, and his arms snake around Toshi's waist.

They stand together in silence for a moment, and the evening sky deepens around them. AfO breaks the silence. "I feel you should know it's actually quite difficult to behave. I'm showing remarkable restraint."

Toshi snorts against AfO's neck, muffling his laughter. "Good boy."

[blackynsupremacy]

JUST HIM

big, muscular men that act embarrassed when they’re referred to as “baby boy”, “pookie”, or “stink stink”, but they lowkey eat that mushy shit up. they can’t help, but to freeze and blush because at first they think you’re teasing, but in actuality, you call them that because underneath that hard, toned muscular exterior they’re just a big cinnamon roll when it comes to the people they care about, including you. you see their heart truly for what it is. you see him. not the actor, not the superhero, not the god, nor the mythical creature. just him.

[frickingnerd]

i'd stop the world for you

pairing: toshinori yagi / all might x gn!reader

summary: the pro hero number one, all might, confesses to you and you're more than a little startled!

tags: wholesome fluff, reader doubts they're good enough (& all might assures them they are), happy ending, friends to lovers

"you… love me?"

you looked up surprised at the number one hero. he was smiling at you with that famous 'i am here' smile and you couldn't tell if he was being serious with you. then again, would japan's number one hero really pull a prank like that on one of his colleagues? 

"i do! that's why i said it"

he kept smiling at you, his lips not even twitching for a second. he almost looked like an action figure instead of a real person, standing still and staring at you. 

"why me..?"

for the first time, he stopped smiling. just for a short moment. he looked at you softly, before resting a hand on your shoulder and smiling again. only this time, he looked much more sincere. it wasn't that smile he gave the press when he came to someone's rescue. that smile belonged to toshinori yagi, the person behind the title of japan's number one. 

"why not you?"

you chuckled amused. 

"if you're asking because i could have anyone as the number one hero, then that's my reply" he paused. "but if you truly don't see what's so special about you, then let me tell you that you are the person i trust most. you are not just my ally but my friend. i don't have to pretend when i'm around you. and i know that you like me for myself and not my title"

you looked up at him, eyes widening as he spoke. that's how he viewed your relationship? you were honored and relieved to hear how much he liked and trusted you. 

"in that case, it would only be fair to let you know that i feel the same way about you too, toshi…"

your heart was beating faster as you smiled at the blonde man in front of you. 

"i love you too..!"

[boxofshadows]

How Pro-Heroes would react to y/n getting attacked by a villain and ending up in the hospital

✦Includes: Midnight, Eraserhead, All Might, Ms. Joke✦

A/N: sfw!! requests are open if your fav isn't here! I'll write for anyone~★

Midnight

Midnight is incredibly good at hiding her emotions, I believe. Shes used to wearing a mask 24/7 in her hero role, so when she finds out you'd been hospitalized by a villain, she puts on a mask of levelheadedness. She would feel guilty if you had to comfort her after you'd just been traumatized.

Course, you aren't used to this side of her, so you assume she doesn't care. You end up breaking down and asking if she even cares.

"Of course I care, love, did I make it seem like I didn't?" "I'm so sorry baby, I just didn't want to stress you more."

After that, things smooth out. If you don't mind the eventual scar, she'll make it into a joke and flirt about it. "Y'know, I always thought scars were attractive~" and similar things.

If you don't like the idea of a scar, she offers comfort, and a way to hide it until you're more comfortable. "If you want, I can help you hide it and minimize it."

Shes very affectionate the entire time, she doesn't leave the hospital until you basically force her to go check on your cat and get some actual sleep.

Secretly blames herself for not being able to protect you.

After you get out of the hospital she doesn't treat you like glass, persay, but she does NOT let you do anything against your doctor's orders.

She also helps you sign up for therapy and reminds you that whatever happened wasn't your fault. (Hypocrite much?)

Kisses you and reassures you 24/7

It takes a bit for her to stop blaming herself, but you work together:)

Eraserhead

Most emotional man I know of. "logical" my ass.

Aizawa is immediately at your side. Like he will run across rooftops to get to you. He has NO chill. Part of me believes he gets to the hospital at the same time as you.

Clingiest motherfucker alive. Every ten minutes in the waiting room it's "Can I go in yet?" To the nurses. He doesn't sit down once.

Once he gets to you literally nothing is capable of getting him away from you.

He comforts you whenever you need it, deep down he knows there was nothing he really could've done to get there sooner. He's completely and totally focused on you.

When your other friends get the clear to see you, Joke takes pictures of you and him sleeping in the most awkward position

Brings your favorite blankets and foods

Makes you a playlist of classical music to help you sleep

Anything you need, bro is on it immediately

Once you're released he refuses to let you do anything strenuous. He opens the car door for you, helps you get buckled, etc etc.

He does take the hint when you ask to shower alone, and backs off a bit after that.

He offers to ask Recovery Girl to heal you, and brings you painkillers when you need them.

He understands your paranoia after the incident and helps you learn basic ways to keep yourself safe.

All Might

Would get to the hospital as soon as he could, but knows that you'd want him to stay and finish any responsibilities.

If he's in the middle of something, he finishes it as fast as he can and then gets to the hospital.

He gets there just as you're being taken to a room

Instantly asking if you're okay, if you need anything. The second you say you need something he's on it.

Also a clingy motherfucker

But he knows how to distract you from whatever hurts with dumb jokes and pictures of his student's progress.

Knows how to fill dead air basically. Doesn't really ask about the villain unless you bring it up, just to make sure he doesn't potentially trigger anything.

Listens empathetically when you tell him about what happened.

Offers to get you food, but you're both indecisive so it's just a back and forth of:

"what do you want to eat?"

"idk, I'm good with whatever, what do you want"

"you're the one in the hospital bed, what do you want?"

"you have to go get it, so-"

"fine, (food you hate) it is."

"..."

Won't treat you like glass, he knows what it's like and fuckin hated it.

Still offers to help you though, he just doesn't want to suffocate you

Takes you on drives across the coast to get a break from the city

Ms. Joke

Tries to act like she wasn't worried and knew you'd be fine the whole time

She didnt

She had to call Midnight to calm her down

Makes jokes about you "being apart of the club now" (having been attacked by villains) and then apologizes for what happened

Brings you treats and things to make you smile (comfort items, silly things she saw at the store, etc)

Has Nemuri smuggle your guy's tiny dog in and out like twice

Sits in silence and watches you sleep

Brings you headphones to drown out the annoying beeping

A little over protective afterwards

Clingy, but not Shouta clingy.

"you should go home"

"why, is something wrong?"

"you haven't left the hospital in a week, you clown."

"oh yeah. Oops!"

"..."

"ok ok I'm going!"

Showers, but also washes the exact same clothes and rewears them just to fuck with you "you didn't say I had to change"

"tell me you washed those, em, or you're on the couch and the dog gets your pillows."

"Of course I did!"