#Toshinori is a blushing mess

[pseudowho]

Yagi Toshinori/All Might x Reader

Fluff, suggestive

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All Might was strong, and soft. You knew this before you started dating (which was an operation performed strictly in secret, so wildly publicised would it be, to be seen on his arm in public).

Candlelit dinners in Musutafu's finest, instead became quiet nights in, with faithful security guards ushering you to the Might Tower penthouse where Toshinori waited, fizzing with excitement.

Instead, Toshinori took delight in stealing your blushes through deliberately poorly-timed whispered compliments. His array of vintage pet names would sound corny, were he any less sincere. It hadn't taken Toshinori long to cotton on to the glee to be found in a secret love affair.

And it hadn't taken long for you to retaliate; which was how you found out how soft the powerful All Might really was.

"I set you free for the rest of the afternoon, young ones! Spend your study time wisely! Strive to be the best you, that you can be!" Toshinori boomed over the heads of the students, filing out before him.

He spun, turning and bending down to you with that familiar trademark grin...only, heartfelt and wicked now, instead of fixed. His voice lowered barely enough to escape the students' notice.

"Of course," he intoned, his breath grazing your ear, setting a shiver down your spine, "my honeybee is already the best she that she could be."

You slapped a handful of books down on the desk, a frisson of electric sending you erect as you turned to him with a warning look in your eye. The warning look quickly died, at his boyish smile and natural warmth, unable to fight a man that you knew absolutely meant it.

Later, you approached him in the busy corridor, schooling your expression to that of polite disinterest in greeting a passing colleague.

"Yagi-san--"

Toshinori jostled you, sending papers tumbling to the floor, and apologising profusely in a dramatic hush, bending with you to collect the scattered reports from the floor.

"I apologise-- I really am sorry-- gosh, what a mess!" As people channelled around you, Toshinori's fingers plaited briefly with yours, his voice lowering again. "Not that messy is something my pookie identifies with, though. Not yet."

You dropped the rest of your papers, stuttering as Toshinori scooped them up with a flourish, standing with you and bundling them back into your arms. You stumbled, blushing as he clapped an enormous hand onto your shoulder with a laugh, and a thunderous farewell, leaving you stranded and skittish in the corridor.

In the lunch queue, you felt a shadow darken your tray, and turned, looking up. This time, Toshinori barely even bothered to alter his tone, instead hiding behind the student and faculty's food-related distraction. He plucked a tiny steaming basket from the self-service window, dropping it onto your tray with a muted thmp.

"Dumplings...for my dumpling."

You snapped, grabbing his usual cold brew from the fridge, and popping it onto his tray, smiling sweetly up at him.

"I'm lucky to have such a cute guy choosing lunch with me."

A blush burned over Toshinori's cheeks like you had slapped it on him. You felt a roar of success as, when you were called forwards, you saw Toshinori fumble his tray with enormous hands, his coffee splatting to the floor to his stuttered apologies. You left with a flick of the skirt and a smirk on your lips.

Between lessons, in the stream of shouting students, you felt yourself scooped in one great palm and effortlessly shepherded aside, hearing Toshinori's gravelly tones announce your departure; "My dear, could I borrow a moment of your time to discuss a lesson plan?"

You loaded a bullet as Toshinori pulled you round the corner, sniping him before he could take his shot.

"Darling, I must say--"

"What's such a handsome bear needing with me, in a narrow little corridor?"

Toshinori gasped, a single broad palm pressed to his chest, staggered by the force of his b-dmp. His blush rose from the collar up. He reached one trembling hand out to you as you walked away, leaving him stunned in your wake.

As the day wound to a close, you entered the staffroom, to find Toshinori and Aizawa stood, talking at the window. Toshinori grinned, faltering just so as you approached him with a honeydew smile.

You looped your hand through the crook of his elbow as if you were in black and white, pecked his cheek in a chaste little kiss, and fired off the killshot.

"I've missed you," you chirped, "Hubby."

A strangled choke left Toshinori's throat, and he almost buckled, gripping the window frame hard enough to make it crack with another hand clutching his heart.

Aizawa shot you a look of despair as you walked away, looking between you and Toshinori, who had yet to regain his usual colour. Aizawa called after you as you left, sniggering.

"You can't just do that to him. Hey! Come back! You can't do that to an old man--"

"Aizawa-kun, please--"

You called back over your shoulder. "He had it coming, Shouta. Turns out he can dish it out, but he can't take it!"

[actuallysaiyan]

Love Man(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex(male receiving), vaginal fingering, kissing, fluff, lewd themes, size difference, meant to be read as Small Might but it could work either way word count: 1k pairings: All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: he sees you in a pretty dress and he knows he has to have you. thankfully he's patient to wait until you're in the bedroom alone. a/n: inspired by some awesome art I saw! Also, I needed this little piece because I needed some Toshi fluffy smut.

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @pixelcafe-network,  @thissaintjessi.  @cherryblossombankai, @thestarsystemsworld

It started with him sneaking glances at you. Then there were little stolen kisses. He kept his arm wrapped around you, holding you as close to him as he could. The more you were around him, the more you knew you weren’t going home alone tonight. Of course, why would you be going home alone tonight when you could either bring Toshinori home or go to his place?

It ended up being your place. His hands are so warm on your skin as he peels off your little dress. He kisses you like you’re the oxygen he needs in his life. His tongue is so warm and wet against yours, battling for dominance. Toshinori isn’t usually this needy, but tonight he couldn’t hold back. Seeing you in such a beautiful dress and all dolled up, it was certainly making him feel some sort of way.

“You’re so beautiful,” he moans softly as you push him back onto the bed.

“I can say the same thing about you,” you whisper against his lips.

You’re lip locked while you help him out of the suit he’s wearing. First the blazer and the tie, then you nip at his neck as you unbuckle his belt. You’re certainly making him feel like a horny teenage boy with the way you’re kissing him and taking off his clothes.

Slowly, you get down between his legs on the bed. You look up at him with a look of pure love tinged with lust. The way you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky for you has his cock twitching in his pants. He reaches down to caress your cheek softly as you pull down his pants.

“Fuck,” you breathe as you pull down his boxers next. “How can you literally be this big?”

He blushes furiously, trying to look away. How could you just say that? He’s always known he was blessed, but hearing the words come from you makes everything just so much more lewd. Sometimes he can’t handle it all. Toshinori then looks back down at you while you take his cock into your hand. He’s so big, your fingers don’t touch.

“Look at you,” you coo softly before giving the tip a kitten lick. “So hard, just for me.”

You sink down on his cock, moaning as the tip nestles in the back of your throat. Toshinori’s thighs begin to shake as you bob your head up and down, and he’s a moaning mess. He’d be so embarrassed if anyone saw him like this. He calms himself a bit, then reaches down to grab your ass.

You moan around him, feeling his hands gently caressing the skin of your backside. Then his long fingers gently part your folds. Already you’re wet from just the kissing and sucking his cock, but the more he teases you, the more you seem to dribble out. You’re like an endless fountain to him, and it just boosts his ego that much more.

In your attempt to take more of him into your mouth, you lean forward and this allows him to slip one of his long fingers into your pussy. The look you give him with his cock nearly all the way down your throat has Toshi feeling more than just dizzy. He continues to finger your little hole, trying desperately to prep you for him before he blows his load down your throat.

“I wanna…” he moans as he pulls his finger from you. “Want you on top.”

Who are you to argue with that? The way he said it too made you feel like the most important person in the world.

You pull off his cock, straddling his lap. His hands come up to knead your breasts now; he’s twisting and teasing your nipples as you get him lined up to your waiting cunt. As soon as your warm walls begin to envelop him, he knows he’s not going to last long. He wants it to last all night, but it’s hard when he just feels so in love with you.

When he bottoms out, you lean in closer and rest your forehead against his. The feeling of you being so close makes his heart flutter in his chest. The two of you sit like this for a long moment. He wraps his arms around you, supporting you by the fat of your ass. He loves this feeling. It’s the most amazing feeling in the whole world.

“I fucking love you,” you moan out. “I can’t even begin to tell you just how much I love you and I just…”

He chuckles softly, “You spoil me with such sweet words.”

You rub your forehead against his, then your noses rub together before you capture his lips in such a loving kiss. Toshinori gently begins bucking his hips, and he lets one of his hands come down to rub your clit in time with his movements. The sweet look of ecstasy on your face makes him feel so good.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Please cum for me.”

Your walls clench around him, and the words alone almost send you over the edge. He smirks in a smug way, which only turns you on even more. He can feel the slick coating his dick, and he’s working your little nub in the perfect way. 

The orgasm is earth shattering; your chest is heaving, your lips parted as you cry out his name. With your walls pulsing around him, he feels his balls drawing up. He clings to you, helping you ride out the rest of your high as he chases his own. And the moan that comes from the man makes you shudder as you finish riding out that beautiful pleasure.

Thick semen coats your walls as Toshinori’s fingers grip onto your ass even harder. He knows he’ll leave marks and he’ll feel a little guilty about it, but he’s also going to feel very turned on when he sees them on your ass. A sloppy kiss is shared before he finally goes slack on the bed. You lean against him, humming softly.

“You are fucking amazing,”

He laughs. “Hmmm I think you’re the amazing one.”

You look up at him with love in your eyes, “Guess that makes us both amazing.”

And who is he to argue with you?

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[probablysimpledreams]

If you were to ask Toshinori to describe retirement in one word he'd pick lonely.

His days were once spent action packed as he ran around saving lives, appearing for interviews and TV shows, interacting with people who adored him. People needed him.

Nowadays his days are filled with joint pain, brief conversations with coworkers and students, and mircowavable meals for one. It felt like outside the walls of UA, the world forgot he existed.

He found himself spending more and more of his time at UA, unsure how to cope with this loneliness. This meant stopping in on off days to help hero course students train, guest speak to business course students, and really anything he could convince fellow teachers to allow him to do beyond contract hours. However, with his injures and age, there was only so much his fellow teachers would allow him to do. On a particularly hard day he decided to venture into the library, looking for any distraction. That's where he first met you.

You had recently graduated from college and moved to the city to work as UA's librarian while getting your masters. You were kind and helpful as he looked lost among the rows of books, striking up conversations with while helping. Plus, you were quite the cutie. The way your glasses framed your face sweetly and your cardigan hung off your shoulders as you smiled at him had him a stuttering mess.

Toshinori tried to shake the thoughts of you, feeling like a gross old man when he'd blush remembering the way you smiled at him, the way your hand brushed his while handing him a book, the way an All Might bookmark peaked out the book on your desk.

But this didn't stop him from visiting you throughout the day. He wanted to make sure you were adjusting to the city well, that you were enjoying your time at UA. He wanted to learn all your dreams and ambitions, what was driving you to work so hard in school. He wanted to know you.

And in turn you wanted to know him. You listened with sparkly eyes as he recounted "the ole days," giving you off the record details of his best hero missions. You took all his recommendations to heart, excitedly telling him when you tried the restaurant he suggested or forgetting to eat your lunch because you two spent the entire hour break discussing his favorite movie he suggested you watch.

Sure it wasn't millions of adoring fans cheering his name as he saved the world, but he couldn't deny his the way his heart swelled when you would ask him to join you for lunch or drop him off a coffee in the teacher's lounge because you stopped by the cafe on the way to work.

You were always thinking of him just like he was always thinking of him. And you proved that even more when you kissed his cheek after he walked you home after a particularly hard day, inviting him inside to have dinner together.

For the first time he was okay with the fact the world wasn't calling out for All Might anymore as you stood there, calling out for Toshinori with a loving smile.

[honeyandberryjuice]

Into Wonderland

summary: you have a very questionable situation with the man of your dreams. literally. relationship(s): reader/yagi toshinori (all might) word count: 938 warning(s): 18+, MINORS DNI

author's note: originally written for @lavenderovercast of their oc, but edited it for reader x toshinori. specifially small might because i love him. if you enjoyed this, any interaction is appreciated ♡ if anyone would like this rewritten for male, gender neutral or otherwise, please let me know!! tags: small might, fem!reader, cheating reader, well not really because it's a dream, emotional cheating?, whatever it is probably isn't morally correct, very guilty conscience. but it's sexy??

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 The room is hot. So fucking hot.

 Maybe it’s the fact that Japan was experiencing a dry spell, not even an ounce of any signs of rain for the last four days. Or, perhaps, it’s because Toshinori was moaning into your ear, breathy and so, so hot against you. If you weren’t so warm in your cheeks, and so very much distracted by the man’s very large fingers rubbing against your clit, you might’ve giggled as the air tickled your skin.

 Nothing seems very funny right now and, to be honest, your thoughts have been a garbled mess for the past few minutes. It was only the feeling of perspiration clinging to your back that had awakened the internal complaint—Though, really, you had absolutely nothing to complain about when Toshinori’s rough, calloused fingers swirled so hypnotically on your pussy.

 “Fuck,” You gasp out, a familiar pressure building inside your stomach. If the man continued this much longer, you’d come apart. There was something embarrassing about that, even though you trusted him with your entire life… Perhaps it was because this had all come on so unexpectedly, and you should feel shame about this, you should think about your husband—But, shit, it felt so fucking good.

 The blonde man lifted his soft lips from your neck, his eyebrows furrowing in worry. The pressure wanes, and you realise that his hands have slowed their pace. His voice, deliciously gravelly and cracking from lust, asks softly, “Are you okay? Does that hurt?”

 Oh god. You can’t stand it; you want him so fucking bad that it hurts. You don't deserve this man, this moment, anything—But there’s something so delightfully wicked about everything that the two of you shouldn’t be doing, and you don't ever want it to stop. Emphatically, you shake your head, and your hand slides up his neck to grip roughly at his hair. The other hand cups his in-between your thighs, and you push his hand closer. “P-Please, don’t. I’m almost there, Yagi. I…” It seemed impossible for your cheeks to blush anymore than they currently were, but you felt them warm even deeper. “I want to cum for you.”

 Toshinori is at a complete loss for words. His body betrays him to show this fact very clearly as his jaw falls open, and his tongue feels thick in his mouth. It takes a moment for him to regain his composure, and he finally clears his throat before looking at the person in front him with such softness and high regard that you suddenly think about covering yourself up. You don't, because you want more than anything for this to continue, but you can’t help but feel vulnerable under his dark-eyed gaze. After what felt like a lifetime, he responded, “I would like that, more than anything. I want to make you happy—”

 And suddenly, you’re pulling his face towards yours and wrapping your mouth around his. Your heart aches, but your pussy aches even more to feel him again. You don't know if you’ll ever get this chance laid before you again, and you can’t stand living with your regrets any longer. You wanted him; you’d wanted him for years, since you’d been classmates in America. You should’ve been braver, shouldn’t have run away from him, should’ve made yourself confess to him and claim what had felt like yours forever. If you wouldn’t have that chance again, then you’d do absolutely everything in your power to make this memory last a lifetime.

 Your tongue slips into his mouth, and the feel of his own—shy at first, though still so, so curious—feels like heaven. Then there’s fire, burning, and metallic iron mixed with a hint of peppermint as Toshinori noticeably relaxes in your hands like clay and his own tongue slides against yours. Your breaths mingles together, and you aren’t sure if the moan you heard was just your own, or his, or the two of you together.

 Your hands are everywhere—in his hair, brushing against his shoulders, cupping his cheeks. You can’t get enough, it feels like you’ve been starving for this for your whole existence, and this is where you’re meant to be and—

 With a jerk, you awaken. Your skin is clammy, your hair is sticking to your head, and you feel an urgent need to get out of your pyjamas now.

 But you’re still not fully conscious, and the thought is quickly removed from your mind as your hand instinctively reaches out for the body beside you. His skin is cold, so lushly cold, and you magnetically shuffle closer to him, your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

 You ignore the fact that the scent that washes over you isn’t the same as the one you’d relished in your dreams, instead cupping a hand against his stubbly cheek, disregarding that the one you truly wanted to touch was clean shaven, and pulling him in for a kiss. There is no inferno or iron, only the slight heaviness of sleep.

 “Sweetheart?” In a voice that doesn’t feel right, but that doesn’t matter right now. All that you can think about is that you need this, and you know you’re a horrible, disgusting person that doesn’t deserve any of it—

 But warm hands, cold at the fingertips, finally, finally reach for you and you can feel his hair brushing against your cheek. It’s similar in shape, and your fingers have expertly explored it over the years, and if you just close your eyes and dream, it’s blond and spiky, and perfect.

 Even if it doesn’t belong to the man you really want.

[sixsixtwenty]

All might x Male reader Headcanons <3

(Art belongs to oneul_haru !)

Summary: You and All might/Toshinori met at UA and became friends at first and later became Lovers!~ (Gay hehe) you possess some kind of Anti-Aging Quirk wich where your physical appearance stops aging at 20.

Beginning UA

-You two Instantly became best buddies after you guys first talked to each other during class (you're desk neighbors!)

-When it was Lunch he always waited at your desk until you're finished with whatever you're doing so you two could go get lunch in the cafeteria!

-He always sits next to you At lunch and even insists of holding your tray for you like a sweetheart. but we're gonna forget that one time he dropped both trays on the ground and caused a scene on accident.

-During Hero training you sometimes tend to watch him while he poofs up into his muscular form clearly staring everywhere but he pretends like he doesn't see you doing it

-Innerly he's secretly a blushing mess when he catches you and gets random caughing fits ;P

-One time during Valentine's and went to your lockers you noticed a bunch of love letters in your locker and it seems to be all from the same person. (Toshinori is the culprit as expected)

-GYM BUDDIES~

-After his first encounter with All for one he's been on edge ever since, he thought he might lose you and he didn't want that. so he swore to always protect you.

Current time (after hsi retirement)

-You two are still quite close and the media has caught up to you two being best friends and usually bombard you two with questions.

-Toshinori can't help but always look at you when you're near. he always thinks to himself how beautiful you still are and how he's looking so old and frale now.

-While he's Retired you are still doing pro hero work saving other people and being a star in his eyes.

-One Night after a hot shower you had a call from Toshi. needless to say that call went on for hours through the night with Him expressing his secret love and admiration for you.

-if you reciprocated his feelings he'd be over the moon and probably kicking his scrawny legs while he's sitting/standing/laying down.

-At first he's awkward suddenly being in a relationship with you. not because he's uncomfortable or something it's because he never imagined he could score you.

-I believe you'd be the first to do moves like nipping at his cheek or wrapping an arm around his and giving him little nicknames like "All mine" "Blondie" "little bird"

-He loves them all but he gets extremely flustered.

-it would take a little bit for him to warm up to the relationship but once he does he is such a loverboy, it almost makes you remember his old self in UA.

-He showers you with little handmade gifts, Swarms you in kisses and hugs, Cuddles with you at night and always sends you those good morning and goodnight gifs.

Author note

It's been a little while since i posted anything. i had a big writing block for months now but im back babeh!

by the time you might read this i probably updated my List for fandoms/characters i write for!

[candycandy00]

This is a sequel to a previous request. The original requester (who chose to remain anonymous) asked for a part two that would include an AFO/All Might/Inko threesome, so I delivered. I hope lol. 

Smut. 18+. Master/slave dynamics. Dubcon. Humiliation. Shackles. Gags. Oral. Anal. A little bit of everything lol. 

Read part one here!

Several days later, Toshinori found himself walking through the sultan’s palace while completely nude, a painful erection standing tall in the cool air. 

The sultan was a few feet in front of him, men on either side giving reports and discussing things in hushed voices. This little walk through the palace had a very specific purpose: to parade Toshinori around like an obscene doll. Occasionally, the sultan would stop for a moment to stroke his Chosen Man until thick strings of cum shot out across the marble floor. Then he would force Toshinori to look him in the eyes again, causing another erection. 

Of course this whole affair was deeply humiliating, as servants and other inhabitants of the palace had to actively step around the mess, and Toshinori was certain that some servants were forced to clean it up after he passed through. 

At least they probably didn’t have to clean it with their tongues. He hoped. 

Over the past few days, Toshinori had remained under the effects of the hypnosis, and had remained shackled and gagged most of the time. He was allowed to remove them all to eat, drink, and wash his face a few times a day, as well as bathe, only for fresh gags to be placed back into his mouth and for his arms to be shackled behind his back again. 

While the gags were off, he was under strict orders to keep conversation to a minimum. No more than generic pleasantries or letting the servants know that he needed something. Toshinori was very aware that the sultan had eyes and ears everywhere, all eager to report any infraction back to him. 

Despite all this, Toshinori had made a friend, of sorts. The woman named Inko had made a point of speaking to him every night before going to sleep. She was careful with her words, smart enough to stick to neutral topics, but her voice was kind and soothing. 

Inko was attractive, with long shiny hair and a plump, curvy figure. Toshinori could see why she would be chosen for a harem. It was embarrassing to sit next to this lovely lady while he was naked, an erection slowly softening between his legs. But Inko was considerate. She kept her eyes on his face and avoided reacting to his nudity. 

One night the sultan called for both Toshinori and Inko. This provoked a stab of fear in Toshinori, as he wondered what horrors Inko would be dragged into just because she’d been kind to him. 

The servant led the two of them to a large bathing chamber, where the sultan was waiting, already completely disrobed. Water dripped along his skin from his bath, leaving glistening trails. His body was toned to perfection, looking like a chiseled god. Between his thighs hung a massive cock, not even hard yet. He smiled as they entered the room, the door shutting behind them. 

The sultan looked at Inko, the only one among them wearing any clothing, and made a gesture with his hand. She immediately pulled off her dress and under garments, as if this were routine for her. 

Toshinori looked away from her, then regretted being so obvious. The sultan motioned for Inko to approach him, then turned her to face Toshinori. 

“Look at her,” he commanded. When Toshinori hesitated, the sultan did something that made Inko gasp. 

Toshinori looked up sharply to see the sultan’s hand around Inko’s throat. The grip relaxed when Toshinori looked. “Good. Look her up and down, take in every inch.”

Toshinori looked at her face first, where a hint of a pink blush had spread across her cheeks. He lowered his eyes to her full breasts, lingering on her rapidly hardening pink nipples. Then to the soft rolls of pale flesh that comprised her stomach, flesh that seemed designed to be grabbed. Then to the mound of thin curling hair that covered her pussy. Her thick thighs were clamped together, squished against each other. 

The sultan suddenly clapped his hands together to get their attention. “The two of you, have a bath, and then we’ll spend some time together.” 

There was a large bathing pool already full of steaming, fragrant water several feet away. Toshinori and Inko walked over to it and stepped inside, both of them eager to sink neck deep into the water. 

The gags remained. Toshinori had learned to never remove them unless he was explicitly told to do so. Therefore, Inko was the one to speak. 

“Whatever happens, don’t worry about it,” she whispered. “Anything he does to me now is something he’s already done. I’m used to it. I just hate that he’s involving you.”

Toshinori, unable to reply, simply looked at her. How could he tell her that it was the opposite? He hated that she had to be involved. 

Inko looked down into the water, a blush on her face again. “I know I’m not the most beautiful woman in the harem. I’m sorry I’m the one you have to do this with.”

Toshinori shook his head vigorously. How could she think that? In his opinion, she was by far the most beautiful woman in the palace. He tried to gesture to her that she was wrong, but he didn’t think he was doing a good job. She just smiled at him as she continued bathing. 

A few minutes later, the sultan called for them to finish up and return to him, where he waited on an elevated stone platform. Toshinori avoided Inko’s eyes as they both dried off and walked over to the sultan. 

They found him still very much nude, lounging amongst stacks of richly colored pillows. He patted the pillows beside him and said, “Inko, join me.”

Her response was automatic. She quickly stepped over and sat down beside the sultan, then leaned back against the pillows. She didn’t seem particularly afraid of the man, though Toshinori wouldn’t call her demeanor “comfortable” either.  She had probably been intimate with the sultan countless times, and Toshinori wondered how she felt about that. Was she repulsed? Crying on the inside at having this man touch her? Or did she simply view it as a duty she had to perform, like any other job? She hadn’t mentioned the sultan being especially cruel to the women in the harem, instead stressing his sadistic treatment of his Chosen Man. 

As Toshinori watched, the sultan turned on his side, toward Inko, and ran one hand over her curves, sliding it down to rest between her thighs. Her face was slightly flushed as the sultan’s fingers disappeared into her soft pubic hair. Soon after, the sultan slid his entire body down so that he was positioned between her legs, his head dipping down to bury his face in her pussy. 

Inko let out a small moan and leaned her head back, closing her eyes and clutching the pillows surrounding her. Toshinori tore his eyes away from the scene, feeling like a pervert to be watching such an intimate moment. 

“Thief,” the sultan’s voice said, drawing Toshinori’s attention. “Her mouth is lovely, and empty. Make use of it.”

That’s when Toshinori realized he was hard again. He’d gotten so used to being erect most of the time that he hadn’t even noticed. What’s more, he didn’t think the hypnosis was the cause. He hadn’t looked the sultan in the eyes since coming in here. He realized with embarrassment that he’d been aroused by Inko’s moans. 

Still, he hesitated. He didn’t want to do anything Inko didn’t want, and the thought of being forceful with her horrified him. But she turned her head toward him and smiled. 

“Come,” she said, her cheeks red with blush and desire. 

Toshinori stepped closer, then knelt right beside her face, his thighs spread slightly to give her easy access. He placed some extra pillows under her head to get the positioning right, then she leaned toward him and took his cock into her mouth. 

He immediately groaned through the gag. Inko’s mouth was soft and wet, her tongue moving gently over his tip and her plush lips sliding along his length. It was completely different from the sultan’s firm, rough blowjobs. 

The sultan watched Inko sucking Toshinori off, his eyes shining with pleasure, then returned to his task of eating her out, causing her to moan around Toshinori’s cock. 

Just when Toshinori thought he was about to explode in her mouth, the sultan raised his head and said, “Whichever one of you cums first, the other will be punished.”

Toshinori felt as if the blood froze in his body. He looked down to see panic spread across Inko’s face. But just as quickly, a look of determination replaced it. She suddenly began pumping faster, running her tongue along the underside of his cock. She even lifted one hand to massage his testicles. 

She was trying to make him cum first. She intended to accept the punishment. 

Toshinori tried to tell her to stop, but he couldn’t communicate with the gags on. He thought about pulling away from her, but he knew the sultan would never allow that. He looked over at the other man and motioned toward Inko’s groin, his own way of saying, “Get on with it!”

The sultan laughed, then dove back in. From this angle, Toshinori could see the sultan spreading Inko’s flesh open with his fingers, then running his tongue all over her clit. Her eyes widened, but she never stopped sucking and licking. Toshinori could feel himself getting close, but he held back with all his might. In desperation, he reached one hand down to lightly squeeze her breast, then gently tease her nipple. She made a sound that only turned him on even more, but thankfully, her entire body tensed up and she moaned again. It almost sounded like a sob. 

The sultan looked up. “Looks like Inko lost.”

Immediately after, Toshinori lost the strength to fight his own orgasm anymore, and moved to pull out. 

“Cum in her mouth,” the sultan commanded, and Toshinori obeyed, worried that refusing would result in Inko being hurt. He felt guilty, but he couldn’t stop himself from completely emptying himself out into Inko’s exhausted mouth. 

She took it all, not spilling a drop, and swallowed it down, her tongue still lapping at his tip to catch any remainder. 

For a few minutes, she just laid there, panting, legs still spread obscenely. Toshinori stared at her, having the sudden urge to fuck her right then and there. The thought shamed him. 

The sultan had stood up and went into the water, bathing himself again. “Bring her over here,” he said. 

Toshinori eased Inko into an upright position. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a shy smile. “I’m alright,” she told him, getting to her feet. “The sultan is obsessed with cleanliness. This is all normal.”

Toshinori helped steady her as they both returned to the water to clean themselves again. Once finished, they all three emerged from the water and dried off, only the sultan having no problem looking the others in the eye. 

“I’m sure you’re wondering what the punishment is,” he said to Toshinori. 

Toshinori looked in the sultan’s general direction, but avoided his eyes. 

The sultan grinned. “Whoever won that little game will have their ass penetrated. By me.”

Toshinori paled and glanced at Inko. The shocked look on her face told him this was something even she wasn’t used to. He was glad then that she had “lost”. He couldn’t imagine watching that happen to her. If one of them had to be humiliated and violated, he would prefer it to be him. 

“But I’m a merciful sultan. While I’m penetrating you, you’ll be penetrating her. You’re free to use whichever hole you prefer. Just not her mouth again, that would be boring.”

Inko flushed red again, and Toshinori looked at her apologetically. “It’s okay,” she said, “I don’t mind.” 

She walked over to the platform full of pillows and laid down on her back again, then opened her legs. Toshinori slowly climbed on top of her. He wanted this, wanted to fuck her senseless, but he worried about her feelings. She said she didn’t mind, but he’d much rather know she actively wanted him to touch her. 

He started by gently caressing her, from her face down to her neck and then to her breasts. Her breathing quickened, little sounds escaping her plump lips. She certainly didn’t seem to dislike his touch. In fact, her blushing face and glazed eyes implied that she was enjoying herself. This made Toshinori feel a bit bolder, so he slowly ground his firm, nude body against her unbelievably soft one. His hands ran over the rounded rolls of her sides, and he gripped them as he pushed his cock inside her. 

Inko gasped and arched her back, wrapping her arms around his neck. He began to thrust into her, becoming intoxicated by the feeling of her tight, wet pussy clenching him. He’d had sex before, with both men and women, but Inko was incredible. The way she clamped down on him, how pliable and supple she was, the way her eyes glistened as she looked up at him… all of it was driving him crazy. 

From the corner of his eye, Toshinori saw the sultan walk over to a pile of discarded clothes and pick up what appeared to be a small jar. He opened it as he moved over to them, and once he was standing right beside the pair, he made a show of reaching his fingers into the far and scraping up some sort of greasy-looking ointment.  He slathered it all over his imposing cock, then dropped the jar to the side and moved behind Toshinori. 

There was little doubt in what was coming next. Toshinori had never been penetrated before, but he had penetrated others, and he knew the process. He was just thankful that the sultan was using lubrication. He tried to relax his ass as he felt the sultan’s hands on his hips. It was easier said than done. His natural reaction to feeling the tip of a cock at his asshole was to clench himself tightly. He took a deep breath and forced himself to loosen up, just in time for the sultan to shove into him. 

It hurt, far more than he anticipated. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the sultan’s unusually large size or if it always hurt like this, but he felt sudden guilt toward his past partners, even though they never complained. 

Toshinori tried to focus on Inko, on the pleasure he felt, to alleviate the pain the sultan was causing him. Inko was making positively delicious sounds, and at one point even raised up to kiss the gags, right where his mouth was. 

Within minutes, the sultan had found a rhythm that matched Toshinori’s and the pain of the penetration melted into pleasure. Toshinori had never experienced so much stimulation in his life, and it all overwhelmed him quickly. He came inside Inko, and seconds later, the sultan came inside him. Inko had apparently came a little earlier, judging by her rapid breaths and half closed eyes. 

The three of them rested for a few minutes, then bathed again before the sultan sent them back to the large room Toshinori and Inko shared with the other women of the harem. 

That night, Inko was unusually quiet as she slipped into her sleeping spot. Toshinori didn’t sleep at all, his mind replaying what had happened over and over until morning. 

At the usual time, Toshinori went alone to a small dining area and removed his gags to eat his breakfast. He was surprised when, instead of the usual servant, it was Inko who brought him a tray of food. She placed it on the table in front of him and sat down beside him. 

“I bribed the servant to let me bring your food,” she said quickly, stealing glances all around them as if afraid she would be caught. “I just wanted the chance to ask you something. Can you tell me your name?”

Toshinori stared at her wordlessly, trying to decide if revealing his name would earn the sultan’s wrath, upon himself or Inko. 

After a few moments of silence, Inko’s face reddened and she stood up. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t mean to put you in a bad position.”

“It’s Toshinori,” he said, standing up to face her. 

She smiled at him. “I like that name.”

He smiled back. It was the first time he’d smiled since coming here, and it felt nice. 

It didn’t take long for that brief moment to come back to haunt him. By evening, the sultan had called for Toshinori and Inko to join him in the main hall. At first, Toshinori worried that the sultan planned to humiliate them both in front of spectators, but the hall was empty save for a few guards, and the sultan sat upon his ornate chair fully clothed. 

Inko seemed nervous as the sultan gazed down at her, not with the lust he displayed the night before, but with disappointment. 

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? I told you both before that I have eyes and ears everywhere,” the sultan said, now glaring at Toshinori. 

Inko glanced at Toshinori, all color drained from her face. Then she suddenly threw herself to the floor before the sultan, pressing her head to the floor in a deep bow. 

“Please forgive us,” she cried. “I only wanted to know his name. I demanded he tell me! He didn’t want to speak to me, but I insisted!”

Toshinori moved to stop her, but guards were on him in an instant, dragging him backwards away from Inko. With his hands shackled, he couldn’t do much against them. 

The sultan’s face broke into a cruel smile. “So you’re to blame, Inko? How unfortunate. You were my favorite.”

Inko said nothing in response, never even raised her face to look at him. Her body was trembling as she kept her head bowed. 

“You’re both sentenced to death,” the sultan said in an almost bored tone. “The thief will die by drowning. Inko by beheading. To be carried out immediately.”

Toshinori screamed through the gags and struggled against the guards as Inko was ripped from the floor and dragged away. She looked stunned, as if she hadn’t quite comprehended what had just happened. 

Once she was gone, the sultan looked at Toshinori and said, “Oh, don’t glare at me like that. You knew this was coming. I don’t keep a Chosen Man for very long. I do regret that I had to lose Inko in the process, but she can be replaced.”

As the guards began to pull Toshinori away, the sultan spoke again. 

“Just so you know, it wasn’t the fact that you spoke to each other. It was the way you looked at each other last night. Neither of you looked at me that way, and that irritated me.”

Toshinori groaned in frustration. He was executing them for such a ridiculous reason? It was unbearable to think about. 

The guards dragged Toshinori to an outdoor platform overlooking a large pond. They carried out a huge black metal ball and chained it to Toshinori’s ankles, leaving his hands shackled in front of him and his gags in place. 

For a moment, he considered trying to escape. He might’ve been able to take out the guards and carry the ball as he ran. Maybe. It looked awfully heavy. He pulled against the chains with one foot. The ball didn’t budge.  

He was expecting the sultan to appear to gloat one final time, or for there to be some sort of ritual involved, but three guards simply walked over and, together, pushed the ball off the edge of the platform. Toshinori was instantly pulled off after it, and he barely had a chance to take a deep breath before he hit the water. 

Just after he went under, he thought he heard shouting, but all sound was lost to him as he sank deeper down. He struggled against his bonds, despite knowing there was no use. It was instinct for the body to try to live, after all. His lungs burned in agony as water flowed into his airways. He tried to keep his eyes open as long as possible, and just before he blacked out, he thought he saw a dark figure swimming toward him. Was he hallucinating? That was his last thought. 

Until his eyes burst open and he found himself coughing and gagging on the platform he’d just fell from. It took him a moment to notice the man kneeling next to him. Clad all in black, except for a brilliant white scarf around his neck, the man had long dark hair and a haunted look in his piercing eyes. 

“Can you move? Can you run?” The man demanded, looking around them, alert. 

Toshinori was still coughing up water, but he saw that the chains around his ankles and hands had been cut, and his gags of course had been removed. He nodded as the man in black stood and helped Toshinori to his feet. 

“Wait,” Toshinori croaked out, his throat raw. “There’s a woman…”

“The one from the harem?” The man asked. “My people already rescued her. She’s safe.”

It was only then that Toshinori noticed the guards strewn like lifeless dolls around the area. Had this man taken them all out on his own? One of them groaned and began stirring. The man in black motioned for Toshinori to follow him and then ran back toward the interior of the palace. Together, they wove through empty hallways and rooms Toshinori had never seen before, managing to stay out of sight. Clearly, the man was very familiar with the palace. 

“Who are you?” Toshinori finally asked while they hid in a small room, waiting for some guards to pass. 

“You can call me Aizawa. I was a so called ���Chosen Man’ before you. Now I try to get people out when I can.”

Toshinori remembered Inko telling him about a former Chosen Man that she never saw break, who had disappeared. This must be him. 

They snuck through a few more hallways before emerging from the back of the palace, through a small door that didn’t appear to see much use. Aizawa led Toshinori back to the crowded streets that had been his home all his life, then stopped and turned to face him. 

“If you keep your head down and don’t make any trouble, they’ll probably never find you. Too many people here, too easy to blend in.”

Toshinori hesitated, then asked, “What will you do?”

“Keep trying to get people out of there,” Aizawa replied, as if that were the only logical answer. 

“Can I join you?”

Aizawa stared at him. “What I do is dangerous. I risk being captured again every time I act. And the sultan probably has the most horrific punishment imaginable already planned for me. If that doesn’t scare you away, then you’re free to join me.”

Toshinori nodded. “Glad to be working with you. I’m Toshinori.”

Aizawa nodded back, and the two of them made their way through the streets, disappearing into the crowd. 

[warp--space]

1, 4, and 7 for the domestic f/o asks~☆

1.) Describe your f/o’s voice. Is it deep and rough, or smooth and sweet? Does it happen to have an accent or a lisp?

Rian: *blushes* It's... Deep. And full. Smooth normally, but can get rough and teasing. When he's angry it can be like a roar, but when he's feeling soft it's like a purr... It's... Y'know. Just something like that.

4.) What ways does your f/o show their love for you? By surprising you with your favourite snack once in a while, or giving you back massages when you’re in pain?

Rian: If I had to narrow it down to one simple thing... Toshinori shows his love with support. He never leaves my side when he knows I need him, like when I'm feeling too shy to answer questions like this by myself.

7.) What’s their signature thing they like to do when annoying you? Putting their cold hands on your skin? Poking you right in your ticklish areas?

Rian: *sighs* short jokes. Lots and lots of short jokes. Short puns. Short haikus. Just messing with me for being short... Which is hardly fair. I may only be 5'6, but he's 7 feet tall! Even if I was a more average height, he'd still tower over me!

[frogsonalotusleaf]

Sexual fantasy; Toshinori getting the absolutely adoring, gentle, worshipful lovemaking that he deserves because damn that man has been through it

Hands grasped the comforter below him, Toshi’s head turned to its side, dilated blue eyes looking at his lover, mouth panting through his moans. He could feel he was a blushing mess.

Her hips continued to roll over & over his erection, the man mesmerized by the sight of it. Each movement felt so good, his cock sending pleasure all over his body. Their crotches were so hot & wet.

It wouldn’t take long before he released himself inside his lover, gasping for air & glistening in sweat soon after.

That was absolutely adoring, gentle, worshipful lovemaking.

[random-thoughts4u]

My ♡CONFESSIONS?! FROM Hizashi Yamada (BNHA), Shota Aizawa (BNHA), and Toshinori Yagi (BNHA)! To ♡Gn!Reader♡ request is so good! I didn't realise that I didn't mention which Might I wanted XD Thank you for writing both because I would have asked for both AllMight & smallmight! He's just so charming! I love this especially they're being bombarded by paparazzi because they're a hot artist who is the top artist of the week twice, they managed to wave them off with a smile, they enter the VIP area as they saw someone there, they recognised Hizashi & he's being playful XD, he wears his golden hue sunglasses while his hair is down, they're starstruck by him, they quickly walked over to him but they stuttered as they're quite nervous, there's something about him in person that somehow makes him brighter, he actually asks for a duet with them while LOOKING LIKE HE'S PROPOSING, they blush while I would faint XD, they have been spending time with him for months now, he keeps flirting with them, his bad pick-up lines are funny & somehow makes them blush, they make sure their outfit is fine since they know who's at the door, he looks nervous while carrying chocolates & a bouquet of flowers, how sincere his confession is, they let him in while he's confused XD, they kiss him on the cheek, they're stuck in office because of the work pushed onto them by their boss after their co-workers left early without finishing it, it was lightly raining when they left, they went to the convenience store to buy something to eat, they grabbed their card as they're heading for the coffee pot, someone bumped into them as they walked into the aisle, they dropped their papers which landed on the wet tiles, Shota apologised & helped to grab their papers, they're distracted about their papers before they noticed a scarred hand, they thought he's handsome & tired, he's impressed that they're studying about them, they noticed his slip of tongue & realised he's Eraserhead, they apologized too while he told them there's a mistake, they asks for advice which he does since he did messed up their work, he wrote his number on the note & gave it to them before he left, they noticed there's money for a cup of coffee with the note, they blush as they head to the counter, it became a routine to meet every Friday for a year, they know that they like him but kept quiet in fear of what would happen if he knows, they did their work while he arrived using the spare keys they gave to him as usual, he sat next to them with a cup of coffee & stare at how concentrated they are, they couldn't help but notice his stare, they ask since he's not one to stare, they noticed there's fear in his voice as he confessed, they're blushing & awestruck, he asked which they nodded as an answer, he gently cups their cheek before he kisses them, they shiver from the summer breeze when they visit the beach, they thought of how long it's been since the ocean looks so vibrant, they noticed someone, they couldn't tell who is it since he's too far away so they ignored it, they read a book until they felt a hand on their shoulder, they noticed there's nobody else except both of them, they didn't give in at first...until they're threatened, they're almost attacked but All Might came in time to save them, the sight of him carrying the criminal like a child XD, he escorted them to the hospital while carrying them, he even stayed with them the whole time & walked them home, they keep bumping into him & even invited him which he accepted, they spend so time with him for months now that people suspect that they're dating, some villains try to take advantage of that, he felt terrible about that & decided to tell them in person, they usually let him rest in their home after they know about his issue, he's quite nervous but managed to calm his nerves, he confesses as he holds their hand, and they accepted happily before they kiss him on the cheek! Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)

I'm so happy to hear that!! Also , I AM SO SORRY FOR ALL THE SPELLING MISTAKES! I got hit with a last-minute appointment and had to finish it in a hurry 🥲😭

[actuallysaiyan]

Call Me Mom!(Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: fluff, Izuku calling reader mom by accident, blood, mentions of having children, awkwardness word count: 1k pairings: Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: When Izuku accidentally calls you mom one day, you decide to have a talk with Inko to clear things up. But she's more than happy to know her son has someone else to look up to and that supports him... a/n: dividers by @adornedwithlight

It all happened so fast. Within a blink of an eye really. 

“Thanks, mom!”

The words almost sounded like they came out of his mouth in slow motion. You looked over at young Midoriya, your eyes wide. Before any of you could say anything else, Toshinori is coughing up blood and excusing himself.

“Uh–no I mean thank you, sensei!”

But the words had already come out of Izuku’s mouth. Your heart was racing. Your mind was trying to catch up with everything else. Then you look down at the young man you were just helping with his equipment.

He’s blushing and muttering to himself, trying to make himself feel better about the blunder. You don’t even know what to say or how to react to make it all better. In fact, you’re muttering to yourself now, making Toshinori worry about the both of you. You feel a strong hand on your shoulder and when you turn to face your partner, you notice that he has such a soft smile on his face.

“It was an accident, dear. Right, young Midoriya?”

Midoriya nods his head, “Y-yeah!”

But this accident leads you to having dinner with the boy’s mom. His actual mother.

You fussed over what you’d wear. You were nearly tearing out your hair trying to look presentable. This was an important night after all.

Ever since you and Toshinori started dating, you have taken a liking to Izuku as well. How could you not? The boy was so charming, despite his neurotic and obsessive tendencies. Seeing him idolize your lover, you knew that Izuku was a genuinely kind person. And it didn’t take him long to become attached to you as well. That’s how you got into this mess anyway.

Toshinori is your rock in this situation. He rings the doorbell, a box of gourmet pastries shuffled in his hands. You try to smooth back your hair for the umpteenth time. You feel so nervous about this. You had never met Inko, but you heard lots of good things about her from both Izuku and Toshinori.

Izuku opens the door, his eyes alight with joy and idolization when he sees both you and Toshi in your best outfits. He invites you both in, guiding you to the dining room. You finally get a chance to see the home where Izuku grew up. 

Inko is standing at the counter, her own cheeks slightly pink. When her son set this dinner up, she wasn’t quite sure how to react. But she knew that it was important for you and her to finally meet. Especially since Izuku wouldn’t stop talking you up.

“Mom, they’re here!” Izuku calls. 

Inko gets a good look at you and she’s blushing even more. You aren’t sure how to react to any of this. Your hand clutches Toshi’s in a form of settling your already frazzled nerves. Inko turns to Midoriya, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“ Izuku, you didn’t say she was so young! And you tell me they are dating?! ”

Her words cause your lover to cough up blood. You’re so quick to pull a handkerchief from your purse and you wipe the blood away. When Inko sees how tender you are with the older man, it’s obvious to her how much you love him.

Despite the little setback, dinner goes off without a hitch. You and Inko actually find you have much in common. And you even help her with the dishes afterwards. When Izuku leads Toshinori into his room, this gives you and her a moment to actually talk.

“I can see why you two are together,” she says as she hands you a plate to dry. “Toshinori-san is very taken with you.”

You blush and nearly drop the plate. “Huh?! Oh…we met through this job. When he started teaching, I found myself wanting to help him out.”

Inko laughs, “Izuku told me you were sweet. I’m glad I get to see this.”

You want to tell her about what happened the other day. You nervously look around before you turn to face her. Her eyes widen a little at your now serious face. Then she’s growing worried when you begin to cry.

“Inko-sama. I’m so so sorry! Izuku called me mom by accident the other day! I didn’t want to make this awkward and now I’ve gone and ruined everything! I’m so sorry.”

When you begin bowing to her, she knows she needs to stop you. With a motherly touch, she places her hand on your shoulder. Immediately you find yourself calming down. You sniffle softly, looking at her curiously.

“It’s fine. Really, it is. Please don’t apologize.” Inko smiles. “I’m so happy my son has someone else to look up to. And it’s only natural that he would see you that way.”

You cock your head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“He doesn’t see me as often as he used to. Me and Izuku used to do everything together. I know that he’s growing up and becoming stronger, but he needs someone to watch over him in a motherly way. And I’m glad it’s you.”

She pulls you into her arms, rubbing your back soothingly. You begin to feel so much warmth radiating from her. Inko was a very good mother, but there was something even more there that you couldn’t put your finger on. Izuku was a lucky boy to have her.

“Thank you. Inko-sama.”

She laughs., “No need to be so formal. Inko is fine.”

The two of you return to your task. Then she turns to you and smirks.

“So, I suppose this means you and Toshinori will be having children of your own soon?”

The question causes you to drop a plate this time. You turn to watch as your husband coughs up blood for the second time this evening, his eyes wide. Izuku and Inko look at each other and laugh.

“What’s so funny?! How can you laugh at a time like this?!” You ask, trying to pick up the pieces of the broken plate.

Izuku smirks. “Because you both had the same look on your face!”

Inko and Izuku both imitate you and Toshinori, leaving you and your partner just a little speechless. Then he takes your hand in his, smiling at you. Then he looks at Izuku.

“That would make you a big brother, wouldn’t it, young Midoriya?”

Izuku’s eyes widen and his cheeks burn. Toshinori gets the last laugh tonight.

reblogs and comments always appreciated!

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[inkivaarinensart]

Hello Anon! Sorry this is a little late, but I wrote something small! And uh, I guess I take small requests now :’D If they’re manageable and I feel like it ;__; There’s one request in my inbox about Toshi waiting for me, gonna write that later... I’m bad at writing Buff!Toshi but I hope this is alright ;__;

It’s about 680 words long, just below this read more~

Rated G!

Today. Today would be the day he would finally confess his feelings. Yagi Toshinori- known to the world as All Might- stood in front of his bathroom mirror and nervously adjusted his tie. Muscles rippled underneath his dress shirt and his large hands shook slightly, thick fingers clumsy on the delicate knot. He sighed and lowered his hands. That should do, he was afraid that if he fiddled with his tie anymore, he would accidentally rip it off.

He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath, and headed over to his Might Tower.

His heartbeat picked up more speed the closer he got to the reception desk. He could feel the blush creeping up his neck and his hands becoming clammy, when he saw the person that plagued his thoughts lately. He stopped in his tracks, and just observed her for a moment.

Others would say she was plain looking, normal, nothing extraordinary. Oh, how wrong they were. She was so beautiful… Not the kind of beauty that was achieved by makeup and hair extensions, not the kind that was seen on magazines or catwalks. Not the kind of empty beauty that would latch themselves to his side on every occasion, at every charity ball or other event, desperate to bask themselves in the spotlight that was All Might.

No, this was beauty that stemmed from the inside, lighting it’s way up, making her radiate. Mature, natural, confident. Trusting that their own natural look was enough, without gimmicks. Her smile lighted the whole room, and her laughter came from deep, genuine and unabashed.

Toshinori swallowed. How could he ever measure against her? He, who hid behind a fake smile and a suit of muscle. He gripped his aching left side.

“All Might! You’re in earlier than normal!”

He snapped from his thoughts when she called and approached him. His hand flew from his side to the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously.

“I- I am here! To wish you a good morning!” immediately he flinched and his blush deepened, God, that sounded so lame…

“Has something happened? As far as I know, you don’t have any meetings today until noon” She stopped in front of him, her height barely reaching his rib cage.

He stammered. He normally didn’t come to the Might Tower as All Might, if he didn’t have pressing meetings, but today he wanted to come early, to talk to her, before the tower was hustling and bustling with people.

“Well, uh, you- you see, there is something I need to tell yo-” Toshinori’s breath hitched in his throat when he felt her tugging at his tie.

“Bend over a little, All Might, your necktie is crooked and tied shoddily. Can’t have that, now can we?” She beamed at him, eyes glinting, and smile so wide it created dimples on her cheeks. It took all his self control not to kiss her then and there. Instead he bent himself, giving her better access to his tie, and she wasted no time untying it and starting to fix it.

His heart hammered wildly in his chest, and the heat and redness in his face could rival the sun. She was so close he could smell the shampoo she used, her hair almost tickling his face. Fingertips brushed against his neck when she adjusted the newly made knot, muttering something under her breath. Toshinori clamped his hands together behind his back, trembling slightly. This felt so… Intimate. Thoughts of her fixing his tie every morning, her in a nightgown and hair still tussled from sleep, flashed in his imagination. He swallowed thickly, and willed the heat that threatened to pool into his gut away.

She fastened the knot tight against his jugular. “There! That should do it!” She patted his chest, proud of her handiwork, and as a signal that he could straighten himself. “Now, was there something you needed to tell me?” She smiled that grin that made him go weak in the knees.

“O-oh, I’m sorry, I already forgot!” He laughed boisterously, masking his awkwardness. “Tell you what, I’ll get a hold of you when I remember what it was!”

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would confess.

[mighty-toshi-stan]

Hi may I request headcanons for Toshi's reaction to the reader complimenting him a lot even before they're dating? Like, how would he feel and react when being called handsome in his true form and reader tells him they're looking forward to seeing him every time etc.? He deserves so much love 🥺💕

Headcanons For Toshi's Reaction to A Reader Who Compliments His True Form

Pairing: romantic, Toshinori Yagi x Reader (GN)

Warnings: mention of body image/self esteem issues

He honestly would have no idea what to do the first few times

"Are...are you talking about me?"

"Well, duh! Do you see anyone else here who looks like the personification of a lovely sunflower?"

Toshi.exe has crashed

Blushing mess

He genuinely does not understand why you find him attractive, but he does understand that when you talk to him like that his belly gets all warm and tingly and he feels a tiny bit more confident in himself after every interaction

He's used to people being excited to see him as All Might, but no one has ever reacted that way to his true form

You just keep on surprising him

But it takes him a long time to be able to respond to you on the spot as he's usually too flustered to think

But eventually he manages to look you in the eye and thank you

And he gradually just finds himself gravitating toward you

Eventually he gets the nerve to ask: "How? How do you not think I look like an ugly drowned rat?"

And you gently take his face in both hands, even if you've gotta stand on a chair to do it, and stare intently into his eyes and say, "UGLY WHERE?!"

And he's just like 0_0

And you tell him all about how he has eyes that could freeze the hottest anger in its tracks or melt the coldest heart

And how his figure reminds you of a graceful weeping willow, all steady and beautiful and resiliant

And how sunflowers are your favorite flower now because they remind you of him

And how his smile quite literally lights up the room -no, really, it is suddenly so much brighter in here!

Yep, that's the smile you were talking about!

He's redder than a tomato now

But he can't stop smiling

And he's finally relaxed a bit and is truly accepting the compliment, allowing himself to believe it for the first time instead of sheepishly batting it away because he feels like he doesn't deserve it

You remind him constantly that he DOES deserve it

And he's very grateful

AAAAAAH thanks for my first request!!! This was v cute and I had a lot of fun doing it ❤ and I agree with you anon, he deserves so much love 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[allmightluver]

Hi. It has been a minute, so now. I am going to put a scenario into your askbox. Toshinori and our dear reader are just in his house and sitting on the couch and watching a movie, then he does the arm thing, you know, the thing guys do when they throw their arm over the couch behind you, and reader turn to look at him, and the moment is just perfect, and then it leads to kissing on his couch.

Aww. This situation is adorable ^^

I honestly think Toshinori would be more of a "am I even allowed to touch you?" type person. Like he almost needs permission to do so. Or he starts really slow. Like after a few dates he just subtly slides his hand over to yours when you're not looking. Sweating bullets and terrified he's going to be caught, he slowly puts a finger over yours, gauging your reaction. If there's nothing negative, he'd try to hook one of your fingers with his, and slowly the process would continue until his hand finally covers yours. Because h*lding h*nds is a huge step in his book.

Of course, if you take the initiative and immediately respond to hold his, he'd probably be more grateful but goodness he'd be a blushing and stuttering mess.

I can see him doing your scenario while watching a movie that's doing the same, that way it can act like he's just mimicking it in humor. Then things would start to build from there. So cute.

I feel like Toshinori would find k*ssing even more an intimate gesture. Which it obviously is, but like most people in relationships who easily start kissing very soon, he'd be one that would shy away. Like way too nervous and maybe a bit old fashioned. That being saving k*sses and even fond innocent touches for later in the relationship. Respecting the other's space, and to a point also hoping it to be reciprocal.

He'd have a problem with someone coming right out and touching him, even if not in an intimate way. Yes, he's severely touch starved, but he's also used to be so. A sudden and unexpected touch may trigger his PTSD. Plus, given his low self-esteem about his body he'd prefer your time together be on other things. He'd need time to really open up and build trust in order to really feel comfortable with such things. Make sure you're not going to be disgusted and recoil at his skeletal features. That would break him. But once he's comfortable with you he'd be leaning into every caress and wanting to touch you or be in close contact as much as possible.

My personal thoughts are that he never really had time to entertain romantic feelings or actions given he was constantly busy. Like the man's probably never even kissed before, so the topic would be nerve racking from inexperience. Plus, he'd probably be a terrible kisser at first. And as far as kissing goes, he'd be nervous you may taste the blood that often lingers in his mouth. Or that he'd ruin the moment by getting too excited or having a sudden coughing fit that could end in you being polka dotted.

[08279]

Welcome back! Care to share any dadmight thoughts you’ve had since you’ve been gone?

Hi Blade !!! I hope you're well!! You've opened the flood gates so I'll put a little 'read more' cause it's pretty long lol.

Izuku and All Might just hanging out casually while people around them freak out because omg it's ALL MIGHT

All Might, in the midst of retirement after being a hero for like 40 years, following Izuku's hero fights. Mirroring how little Izuku followed All Might *sob*.

Izuku actually spent part of his childhood in the US and speaks English fluently, but he forget to tell All Might. After a while he just decided not to say anything because he felt it would be too awkward. Present Mic starts noticing odd errors in Izuku's English assignments and figures out that not only does Izuku speak English fluently, but he uses American English and has purposefully been making certain errors to act like he doesn't know English.

All Might messes up his medication (or some other plot stuff) on the day of the Sports Festival and insists that it's far too dangerous for Izuku and won't let anyone touch him. The heroes working the Sports Festival as well as UA teachers go through various hijinks to get Izuku who is reluctant about leaving All Might's grasp. All of this is, of course, captured on camera for all of Japan to gawk at and speculate towards.

Izuku spends his summers (or Japanese equivalent) working in the White House. This popped up after watching The West Wing, one of my favorite TV shows ever.

Toshinori and Inko have fun flirting and thus making Izuku angry. He is a momma's boy after all.

[AU where Izuku is Toshinori's biological son] Izuku (~3) goes on his first errand. All of Tokyo watches with baited breath.

All Might sends out a love-filled happy birthday tweet for Izuku's 16th birthday. Except the world doesn't know who Izuku is. And All Might didn't make it clear what their relationship was in the tweet. Japan erupts with the new of All Might's 16 year old son. Izuku blushes a lot.

Inko and Toshinori are married and Izuku is their son. None of that information is public. It isn't until the parent-teacher conferences that the UA teachers start putting together why Inko and Toshinori are so comfortable around each other. Then they realize how Izuku is involved and everything begins to make sense.

This is more of a full-fledged fic idea, but here's the cliffnotes version:

Inko was a superstar in her young teen years when she was in a Korean girl group. She later became a solo artist and maintained her success, but stepped away from the limelight to have a family.

Once she has Izuku, she takes him to her agency and he's raised around performers. Come to find out, Izuku is a gifted musician and choreographer with otherworldly vocal talent. He becomes a choreographer and songwriter, but Inko is hesitant to let him become a performer despite repeated begging from the agency's CEO.

In the meantime, Izuku trains with kids his age so he can make friends. When Izuku turns fourteen, Inko relents after Izuku begs to be allowed to join a group. (She feels guilty that he won't be able to go to UA in the next year, and wants him to do something he's passionate about) So Izuku trains with a boy group who is essentially BTS except I don't really know that much about BTS so I just kinda glaze over the group members lets move on because

BOOM Izuku is fifteen and BTS debuts in less than a year when he meets All Might and suddenly he has the chance to be a hero and to go to UA. But he's also been envisioning a future with his best friends doing something he's good at and enjoys.

Inko is desperate for Izuku to go towards the safe route of being a performer rather than a hero, but she knows it's a losing battle. Izuku pulls out of the debut but remains a choeographer and songwriter while also occasionally providing instrumentals and background vocals.

One of the main reasons I like this so much is because there isn't really a life-or-death aspect. Izuku gets to choose between two things he loves. It's a win-win :).

ALSO there's a slight alternative to this AU where 1A records their summer break (or whatever is the equivalent in Japan) in a vlog style and Izuku's vlog is about working at the agency with the top performers in Asia.

ANOTHER alternative is where Izuku gets the fic version of BTS and TWICE to perform with 1A at the culture festival :D

This so much longer than I thought it would be. Wow.

[champion-prism]

Fantasies- Toshinori Yagi/All Might

Requested by anon: hello prism!! Do you write young age all might? If you do, can you write one where toshi fantasizes about f!reader and feels bad about it, but cant help it? Maybe he has her clothes or something?

Anon im coming back from the dead to write this bc guilty jerking off is my FAVOURITE thing ever.

Pairings: Young!All Might x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, guilt

Word Count: 1734

Toshinori’s life is a whirlwind right now. He’s getting major attention for his hero work, making sure to be seen publicly at least once a day, staying on call with the fire department in case there’s an emergency and his rescue services are needed, he’s attending classes at university, working out in his spare time, working with Dave on testing new tech and variations to his suit for maximum utility…

...oh, and he’s avoiding you.

Not that you know he’s avoiding you, he’s always sweet when you run into him in the common area of your four person suite, always offers to pour you a drink of lemonade, always asks how your classes are going. He just tries to make sure that he’s not out in the common area while you’re there, preferring to skulk out whenever you go back to your room, because he knows.

He knows that if he runs into you, he’s going to stare at your legs, smooth and pretty looking in those tiny, tiny shorts you’re always wearing, and he knows that if you bend down he’s going to catch a glimpse of your panties. He feels terrible about it, because he has seen your panties- not on purpose! He’s All Might, he doesn’t look up skirts or things like that, he isn’t… he isn’t a pervert.

Truth be told, he’s been rather taken with you ever since he and Dave were assigned to this suite with you and another girl. At first, he supposed he didn’t really care much- roommates had never given him trouble, female or otherwise- but you...you made him feel weird.

You had this gentle tone of voice when he introduced himself, his name softly rolling off your tongue, making him feel this oddest urge to...know what you were thinking. He wanted to talk, he wanted to brag, he wanted to lift something heavy just to show you that he could lift heavy things, even though he was aware that it would be a ridiculous thing to do. It was a ridiculous thing to think, even, as he confided in Dave later.

Dave had just laughed at him.

The urge he got when he saw you, the urge to pull you into a hug and press you flush against his whole body, he didn’t know what to make of it.

Until now.

He’s been sitting in almost darkness in his room for a while now, holding in his hands his varsity “Plus Ultra” jacket that he had put around your shoulders last night, when he’d walked back with you from a late evening lecture. You’d just been to return it, a soft smile on your lips,and now he’s sitting here, jacket in hand, breathing in your scent that was on his jacket, feminine and sweet. He slumps back to lay on the bed, still holding it close, one hand unconsciously smoothening over his crotch. He only notices when he gives himself a light squeeze- the warmth is both pleasurable and uncomfortable at the same time, his cock growing hard underneath his sweatpants.

He breathes in.

He is not a pervert.

But is this perverted? Rubbing himself over his sweatpants while breathing in your scent?

How would you feel if you found out?

You’d probably never even look at him again.

His hips buck.

He knows he should get his hand away before this escalates, but grinding into his own palm is just about his only option. He’s not comfortable with casual relationships, and he’s too busy to ever pursue a serious one, and being as busy as he is gives him almost no time to take care of himself.

He sighs as he removes his hand for good, rolling over to his side and grabbing his phone from his bedside table. He needs to distract himself, so he opens up his social media- he’s not necessarily a huge fan of it, but he knows it’s important for a hero like him to have a presence.

He scrolls a bit, almost lazily, but the universe is not on his side. Pretty soon he’s on your page, looking through your pictures with his lower lip between his teeth.

There’s this one picture of you. You’re wearing a short red dress, one that complements your body perfectly, tight in all the right places, with thin straps that show off your beautiful shoulders, ones he wants to kiss all over, bite and suck and leave marks on. His bright blue eyes fix themselves on your thighs- would you like it if he dove between them? If he licked the insides of your thighs, sucking on their softness- would you buck your hips and whine at him to kiss you where you wanted it?

His hand is between his legs again, his sweatpants uncomfortably tight, face half buried in the jacket.

He wishes he could bury his face in your pussy, instead.

The thought is so graphic that he flinches, but his hand stays.

He’s just going to press down a little, to help with the discomfort. He keeps staring at the picture, glancing at your cleavage, but going back to the hem of your dress.

Such a short dress. Hitch it up a few inches and you’d be exposed- had you been wearing those lacy pink panties he got a peek at, once?

Were you even wearing panties at all in this picture?

His mind wanders to how you lounge in your shorts in the common area, those tiny shorts that barely cover your ass, only offering a thin strip of protection to your bare cunt.

Toshi knows it’s not very plus ultra of him to commit the image of you in those shorts to memory, and he’s ashamed of what it says about his self control but he gives in, shucking off his sweatpants and kicking them away, palming himself through his boxers.

He’s just so sexually frustrated.

His cock is hard, straining against them as if threatening to break out of his boxers. He circles the covered head with his fingers, the pleasure too much but not enough.

He doesn’t want his hands. He wants your tongue, wet and pink and swirling gently on his head, pushing at the slit and lapping up his pre.

He’s not the most experienced guy on the block, but Toshi knows that just like the rest of him, he’s a bit larger than life. He wonders how much of him you’d be able to take into his mouth, groaning as he imagines your mouth sucking on his head, your soft hands pumping his length.

Tears in your eyes as you try to take him further into your mouth, but don’t even get a quarter of the way through.

His hand slides inside his underwear, eyes glued to his phone as he scrolls further down your page.

Perv, he tells himself, flushing from both embarrassment and arousal. You’re just down the hall from him, sweet and unaware, and he briefly wonders what you’re doing before he begins to wonder what you look like touching yourself.

He can just imagine you, lying on your bed wearing nothing but his large, open jacket, playing with your nipples and rubbing your slit. Whose name would you whisper?

Or maybe he’d save you from a villain or something and you’d like to pay him back in kind-

Toshi shudders as he bucks his hips into his hand, chastising himself for that last thought. He is a hero, even fantasizing about something like that is unethical and abhorrent and-

-he wants to hear you moan his hero name, he wants to see you free his cock from his hero suit, run your hands over his body, look up at him with worshipping eyes-

His cock is slick with his own pre cum as he begins to pump himself in earnest, phone dropped to a side as he focuses on his own fantasies. What would you be like if he saved you from a villain attack? Would you cling to his form, subtly running your hands over his muscles, maybe nuzzling against his chest for comfort?

Would you tilt your head towards him, hoping for a kiss?

He imagines kissing you, his lips on yours, tongue exploring your mouth. Carrying you to safety as you begin to take your clothes off, grateful and adoring and looking at him as if he’s the whole world.

Fuck.

His balls are throbbing in his hand, and he gives them a squeeze, imagining you trying to suck on them, trying to cup them in your small hands, trailing kisses all over his sac and licking up his shaft.

Fuck, all he wants right now is for you to blow him. You, naked and on your knees in front of him while he sits back, completely clothed in his hero suit with only his cock out, sighing as you lick and suck and moan against his shaft, your hand occasionally moving to play with your tits or to rub your clit.

He wants to hear you call him All Might in a breathy little voice, hands clutching his thighs as you look pleadingly up at him and beg him to fuck you.

And he would fuck you, oh, he’d press you down onto the bed and tower over you, groping your body, grabbing your tits, settling between your open legs and rubbing his cockhead against your swollen lower lips-

He’s close, he can feel it, pumping and squeezing his length and taking deep breaths of the jacket you wore, imagining himself sinking slowly inside of your wet cunt until his hips meet yours.

He just knows you’d whine about how big he is.

He’d grip your thighs and fuck into your cunt, eliciting moans and screams, hitting every little spot inside your cunt, oh, he’d make you cum around his cock so many times that you’d be begging for him to stop, that he was too much and you couldn’t take it and-

Toshi comes with a muffled moan, hips jerking as he cums all over himself, his body tingling and desperate for your touch. He keeps pumping until he’s made a whole mess of himself, then lays back, gasping and panting as guilt creeps over him, making him blush even redder, even though there’s a part of his mind already formulating a plan to make his fantasies a reality.

[a-little-awkward-simp]

MIDORIYA x GN! READER -- Dating headcanons

It's been too long since I last wrote anything ;--; but I finally got something done and the result is this

Midoriya Izuku "Deku" x gender neutral reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

warnings: smut later down below, nothing very graphic

let me know if I missed any!

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SFW

-you met in a classic way

-met at U.A. and he was absolutely dumbstruck by your looks

-poor thing became a blushing mess and couldn’t speak coherently whenever you were around

-he was embarrassed by this

-you thought it was cute

-as time went on you became good friends

-you spent most of your time hanging out with him, Ochako and Iida

-when he learns you’re nerdy as well, his eyes start shining like a thousand stars

-he falls for you right then and there

-you both talk about your favourite pro-heroes and show eachother your merch collections

-buying birthday and christmas presents is quite easy

-every night Midoriya planned on asking you out on ang he was filled with determination

-but he never went through with it the next day

-at some point he became desperate and asked help from both his mom and adoptive dad (toshinori)

-they both found it adorable and were happy that he asked

-he was slightly embarrassed though

-but THE DEDICATION

-he took notes and wrote down all the tips those two gave him

-it didn’t take long ‘til one notebook was full of notes on how he would ask you out

-he even wrote down scenarios on how it would go

-he kept practising every day and wanted the whole thing to be perfected and romantic

-but a year went by and he never went through with it

-he was too nervous and scared

-he was scared that he would ruin your friendship

-he wasn’t even sure you liked him like that

-but little did he know…

-the moment your eyes landed on Midoriya on the first day of academy your heart skipped a beat

-he was the cutest guy you had ever seen

-he was also the kindest and the sweetest person ever

-so yeah you’ve had a big fat crush on him since day one

-you’ve been thinking about asking him out

-so far, no luck

-you haven’t gone through with it

-you talked about this with Jiro once

-she was really supportive, but she didn’t have any advice for you

-you were too scared to ask him since you didn’t want to ruin your relationship

-and you were quite convinced there was someone occupying his mind

-so you never went through with it

-one day though, just a regular day

-your dream came true

-i just said it was a regular day, which it was, but it was also a bit weird

-Midoriya was super fidgety the whole day and kept blushing whenever you said his name or talked to him, which hadn’t happened for a while

-the day went by and you were hanging out with the regular gang (iida and ochako and some others came by every now and then) -so your whole day had been quite chatty

-while Midoriya had been usually quiet

-he had only one thing to say, but he couldn’t get it out

-it was only one sentence, but to him it felt like it was terribly much to say

-you weren’t the only one who was a bit worried of his behaviour, others also kept asking if he’s okay

-the answer was always the same; “yeah I’m fine” *smile*

-he said this meanwhile looking like he’s going to explode

-which he did eventually

-you were walking outside, leaving school together and he was silent for very long

-you tried to talk to him, but he didn’t say much

-he just mumbled answer or just went “mh” or something

-eventually he just couldn’t take it anymore

-he exploded when you were in the middle of a sentence, saying something about the homework

-he just screamed

-he literally screamed out “WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME???!!”

-sounds aggressive, but it was just that, you know, good ol’ Midoriya scream

-you were SHOCKED

-you just froze

-so did he

-so for about solid 30 seconds neither of you said anything

-you just stared at each other, trying to find words

-your eyes were as big as plates

-once your brain had finally processed what had just happened, you smiled the widest and the brightest, the absolute cutest smile ever

-”yes” you breathed out

-Midoriya let out a relieved breath and looked super happy

-you hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek

-”how could i ever say no to such a question?” you whispered to his ear

-he was the happiest person in the whole universe at that moment

-you too

-you two have the cutest dates

-sometimes you two go out and have fun

-sometimes you just stay at home/on campus and just cuddle and eat snacks

-Toshinori is your number 1 shipper

-present mic is number 2

-Midoriya’s mom absolutely LOVES you

-she always asks him when you’re going to come over again

-okay but she asks you that as well when you’re leaving their place

-you help her cook when you’re at their place

-the first time you visit she shows you Midoriya’s baby pictures

(-the cutest baby)

-he finds this super embarrassing though

-Midoriya really appreciates that you get along with her mom so well

-Midoriya isn’t into PDA, but he isn’t fully against it either

-he loves to hold your hand in public

-and no matter where you two are he will give you a quick kiss on your cheek before class starts, without exception

-sometimes he gives you a quick peck on the lips

-if he’s feeling really sneaky and cheeky, he might squeeze your butt when he passes you (ONLY IF YOU’RE OKAY WITH THAT)

-you guys have lunch together often

-you help each other with homeworks and assignments and studying for exams

-you guys also train together

-you guys don’t fight too often

-MIdoriya doesn’t like that

-if you two disagree on something, he likes to talk it out and make up, rather than yell at you and hear you yell back at him

-you almost never end up yelling at each other

-but when that does happen, it doesn’t go unnoticed

-your classmates and friends get worried when that happens and they’re always there for you if either one of you need someone to talk to

-you always make up very quickly and apologise to each other and talk it out

-Midoriya loves you way too much to have you being angry at him for too long

-he just wants to make you happy, and he feels bad whenever you guys fight

-thus he wants to talk about things as quickly as possible

-but he won’t impose

-if you need time to think, he will give you time to think

-he won’t force you talk

-once you’ve made up and done with your fight, everything seems to fall back into place 

NSFW

-okay so

-Midoriya is a real simp for you, and he shows that, not just in bedroom, but he especially shows it in bedroom

-the couple first times he’s really nervous

-during your first time he was absolutely mesmerised by the sight of you

-and thus also really nervous

-he’s not that loud in bed, but he whimpers and moans

-also likes expressing how much he loves you during the deed

-and good GOD it’s hot

-you almost come down just because of the noises that he makes

-most of the time he likes to be gentle with you

-but sometimes

-hoo boy

-when he’s really turned on he’s rougher with you and he talks more

-he isn’t too into dirty talking and he isn’t too good at it

-but during these rougher moments he’s very vocal

-”you’re so good for me baby” “you like that, hm?”

-he’s definitely in control during these times

-sometimes he likes to be under you, but mostly he wants to be on top

-he’s not too kinky, but he’s willing to try whatever interests you

-he really wants to know what you like and he wants to satisfy you the best he can

-he definitely worships your body during intimate moments

(-not just then though, he worships you all the time and everything about you, but anyway)

-he loves running his hands across your body, shoulders, hands, thighs, chest

-loves holding your face with one hand when he’s on top and kissing you

-plants kisses all over you

-when he’s rough he might leave some marks too

-the next day he’s a bit embarrassed and apologises

-also plants gentle kisses on the marks c’:

-the BEST aftercare

-he’ll help you clean yourself and cuddle you right after that

-sometimes he’ll be extra prepared and have snacks to share with you

-you guys also watch movies sometimes and end up falling asleep halfway through

-he will hold you for the whole time you sleep

-overall you and Midoriya are absolutely the cutest couple in the whole wide world

-and he is the most adorable smolbean to ever walk this earth and he is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for