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Inevitable Things : chapter eleven

aizawa x reader fic

cw: aizawa x reader, cisfem reader, office AU, no quirks. CONSULT AO3 FOR FULL TAGGED CONTENT WARNINGS

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Your mom used to tell you that love was a choice that she made every day. She woke up and chose to love your father, chose to put in the effort that a relationship needed, chose to stay by his side through the good and the bad. It was a point of pride to endure at all, a smile slapped on her face. She told you that until he left one night, bags in hand and another woman’s name on his lips. 

After that, love was no longer a choice. It was nights of tears and screaming matches, begging and pleading, obligatory phone calls and visitations out of state. Love was no longer a choice, but a shackle, something that you say at the end of a conversation because you must. Love is a pain you bear because you are human, and someone must hold these feelings you have.

Your mother still wants your father to call her. 

You wait for Touya to come home.

It haunts you all morning, as you twiddle away time before the convention floor opens again. You end up calling your boss with an update, only to chat with him over coffee. His niece is over again - she screams hi into the receiver- and his sister says hello as well. You try to end the call there, but he stays on, asking questions about who you’ve seen and how they've been. The conversation drags, but neither of you seem to mind.

“You aren’t watching Shouta.” It’s an observation, posed as a question. He’s speaking better today- you aren’t sure why. Death ebbs and flows.

“He asked me not to.” The truth feels right at this moment. It doesn’t betray anything changing between you two; Toshinori is probably aware of the tense air between you too. Now, it’s just tense in a different way, a way that makes your toes curl to think about.

“Don’t take it personally,” he says, “Shouta is a very private man.”

More so than you know, Yagi, you think. Aizawa is very different behind closed doors, behind that wall he’s so carefully crafted. You fear you’ve only cracked one layer of him only to uncover a different veneer.

At the end of the call with Toshinori, you let slip a little “Love you.” and he laughs, surprisingly boisterous for his frail lungs. 

“I didn’t mean it,” you try to say.

“It’s okay,” he says once he catches his breath. “I understand.”

 You don’t.

The rest of the morning is spent in your room, pouring over your emails. Technically, the company is on crunch time; your newer model hits the market within two months and panic has set across the office. Everything is ready, technically, but also nothing is; every day is a new little fire, begging to be put out. Being away on a friday was actually a gift, you realize now that you’re scrolling through what you’ve missed. Your inbox is filled with random issues and scheduled meetings for the upcoming weeks. Your DMs are alight with notifications too-- these, less urgent. 

Izuku Midoriya -> are you alive? or did Mr. Aizawa murder you?

Oh, if only he knew how quickly things change.

we're both alive and well somehow <-

Another message comes through, this one in a different tab.

Hizashi Yamada -> I see you online!

Trying to sneak some work in before I get out of bed. <-

Hizashi Yamada -> Send me your room number.

He arrives in less than five minutes. As usual, Hizashi is put together in a respectfully ostentatious way. His all black outfit might be velvet because of how it eats the light, equally matte and shiny all at once. It’s the type of clothing you wish you could pull off-- or afford --but he wears it so easily, with a confidence you could never have. No, you could never so gracefully enter a room and throw off a jacket like some supermodel.

“How was the presentation?” he asks as he flops into bed beside you. It's a different feeling than being next to Aizawa; he’s perched like a girl gossiping during a slumber party, hair tosselled on your silk pillow. You close your laptop and carefully place it aside. There’s no way you’ll be working with Hizashi around.  That was probably his plan all along.

“I didn’t go-- you didn’t go either?” You playfully shove him.  “You're a bad friend!”

“I woke up late.” He shrugs, feigning sympathy with a content smirk. “And had other things to do this morning, if you catch my drift.”

He throws in an unnecessary wink. Your cringe is a reflex- you don’t really mind hearing about Hizashi’s conquests, but it does make you think about last night again. All you did was kiss, but your skin prickles as if you did more, as if you want more. 

And maybe you do. You’ve been tossing the idea around all morning, trying to figure out exactly what you want, not only from the man, but from yourself, but every time you think about it too hard, the image of Touya flashes in your mind, and your thoughts are tumbling once again.

You think of your mother. It used to be your worst fear to become her, but each day that passes, you see more of her in your eyes, in the thinness in  your skin.

“You okay, babygirl?”

He points directly at the space between your eyes, where you’ll one day have the same worried creases your mother has.. “You’ve got a face on your face.”

You try to wipe away whatever he’s seeing, but it clearly doesn’t work. Hizashi looks at you harder, expression especially soft. 

“Oh, yeah, I’m just-” you shrug. Is there a word for what you're feeling? Ennui? Horror? Somewhere in between? “Shaking off a weird feeling.”

“Weird feeling-” Hizashi throws you a wink. “I think we call it a hangover.”

“I’m not hungover--”

Before you can protest, your friend gasps, so violently that you nearly jump out of your skin. He backs up, hand over his heart and jaw dropped to the floor. “Oh my god. Oh my goooooooodddd.”

“What? What? Am I dying?”

“Your neck!” Now he points to you with a fully straight arm, like he’s accusing you of being a witch. You slap a hand over the spot instinctively. “Hello, that’s a hickey!”

Oh. Oh no. You had been too distracted this morning to notice, but apparently Aizawa’s lips have left a mark on you. Heat flushes across your face; a hickey? Who do you think you are? Kaminari? You’ve had a secret for less than 24 hours and it’s already threatening to come out.

“You got laid last night? With who? Where? When? Tell me everything!” Hizashi pushes down in the mattress to bounce himself, jimmying you up and down in the process.

“Well, uh--” You can’t even begin to make something up. The irrational fears start to take over- what if he figures out exactly who’s mouth left that mark? Hizashi’s a whore-- he might know some sort of mouth forensics or something! Or, you don’t know, maybe you still smell like Aizawa, even 

“You dirty dog, is that why you didn’t see Aizawa’s thing?” Your stomach somehow sinks lower. “Because you and Tensei fucked?”

Tensei?

“Tensei?”

“Oh my god, you totally did. You’re all flustered!”

You had completely forgotten the man even existed. Beautiful Tensei Iida, the ‘sexy’ doctor Hizashi wanted you to have… it’s funny how things never work out the way you think they will.

“It wasn’t Tensei!” You scooch away. “And it’s not a hickey!” 

Hizashi sees through that lie. He crawls on his hands and knees after you. “You gotta tell me, please-”

Crap. He’s not going to let this go. Sex and all that comes with it is Hizashi’s catnip; once he’s gotten a taste of it, he’s deranged. 

Telling the truth certainly isn’t an option. You and Aizawa? The absolute nuclear fallout that would hit the office if that came out would be catastrophic. Hizashi can’t keep his mouth shut, so even hinting at what happened last night could be the end of whatever weird thing you and Shouta have, killing it before you can even name what it is. 

And being so close to launch? It could potentially hinder Aizawa’s image--

And your and Touya’s relationship.

“It was someone I met at the restaurant after you left-” Not completely a lie. “We just-- kissed, I guess. I didn’t want to, you know, do more.”

Hizashi kicks his feet in excitement. His shoes are on your bed- gross.

“Good for you, setting boundaries!” he says. “That’s growth!”

He goofs around for just a moment longer before settling.

“Why do you look so sad about it?” He’s quick to say.  “Did they do something?”

“No! No, it was nice, but-” you start. The truth feels heavy, yet silly at the same time. You know the reaction you’re about it get, and yet you say it anyway-  “I don't know, I started to think about Touya this morning and-”

Hizashi’s face falls so hard that you swear you can hear it. His hatred of Touya has never been a secret, but before Touya made his disappearing act, he at least kept his comments to a minimum. With no Touya, there’s no limit to Hizashi’s public loathing.

“I love you. So much.” He takes your hand in his. He’s still on his knees, hunched over you awkwardly, those damn shoes still on the bed. “But thought you were over this shitbag.”

You want to protest. He’s not a shitbag, he’s just having a hard time. He’s not a bad guy, the drugs just make him that way. He’s a good boy underneath all of the troubles, you know it’s true.

But you’ve run out of excuses years ago. All you can say is the truth: “I think I still love him.” 

Compassion contorts your friend’s face. “Oh, girl. Girl. You don’t.”

“Hizashi-” You try to slide away, but he doesn’t let you. 

“He treated you like garbage for years. Years!” The blonde squeezes your hand. “And he wasn’t loyal, he wasn’t safe, he wasn’t kind or sober or-” 

“It's not like he abused me or something.” You say it so quickly that it feels tinny on your lips. Both of you go quiet for a second and Hizashi throws his hands up in surrender. He ducks his head low, not in defeat, but in a humble act, like a dog that’s pushed it’s boundaries a bit too far.  With a sigh, he sits back on his knees, allowing there to be space between you.

“I didn't say that,” he says carefully.  “It doesn't have to be abuse, that doesn't mean it's healthy.”  

There’s a hesitation, then he reaches out his hand again. You don’t take it, but he keeps it there, in the air, waiting for you.

“I just care about you. I know ‘muri and I get a bit too pushy and wild sometimes, but it’s because we want you to have fun for once. We-- we want you to be with someone that makes you feel good-- who thinks you’re the best thing in the world,” Hizashi says. “We want you to get what you deserve and Touya isn’t that.”

A different type of warm runs over you- a watery one, one that stings at your eyes. You aren’t sure where the well of emotion has come from, but it’s there, bubbling just under the surface. You try to sniffle without giving yourself away. 

“Would it be so bad to let yourself move on and try something new?” Hizashi smiles.  “Let yourself have a little fun for once?”

Reluctantly, you take his hand. He squeezes and coos, pulling your hand into an awkward faux-hug, right about his heart.

 “Let yourself have fun, let yourself live.”

“I’m gonna try to try.”

--

The convention itself goes smoothly. More people ask about Yagi, but the word seems to be spreading: he’s not here. He’ll never be here. The air is bittersweet, but Hizashi always recovers it for you. He keeps the conversation flowing back to work and the bed, with much more ease than you’ll ever have.

The only time you see Aizawa  is when he’s in your periphery. He’s in the corner, caught in some conversation with people whose names you’ve already forgotten. Tensei’s by his side, basking in the probable praise, while Aizawa just nods along. The presentation must have gone well, you gather from the attention they’re both getting. That’s both good and bad; the work deserves credit, but Aizawa…

What a heavy secret to carry. What a prominent shame. He didn’t want you to see, but he was okay with all of these strangers ogling him like a science experiment. 

Does that make you more important than those strangers? Or less?

You try to look for an opening to leave, but one never seems to come.

Only once do you catch him staring back at you, his expression too far away to be read. The thump of your heart steps out of rhythm for a moment before you get yourself together.

“I see you eyeing up Tensei,” Hizashi teases. “Are you sure he isn’t your mystery man?”

You deny it, but Hizashi is unconvinced.

----

The three of you finally reunite over dinner. This time, Hizashi swears he will stay the whole time.

This time, you don’t want him to.

You’ve settled into a different booth than you were in last night. Again, the chip basket is empty before Aizawa can arrive. He’s always running late for these things, either through lack of effort or lack or lack of time management. If he didn’t have a presentation tomorrow, you’d be annoyed, but you decide to give the man a break.

Though, you do wonder if you’ll be allowed to see this one. You’ll have to go, right? It’s about your company.

“I still can’t believe you managed to pick up Tensei with Aizawa right there.”  Hizashi leans back into the booth.

“It wasn’t Tensei,” you insist. “And he was distracted.”

“By what?”

You aren’t a quick liar. 

“Some girl.” Or a good one. “They went off together.”

You know you’ve fucked up by the look on Hizashi’s face. He sits up, staring at you from over his glasses with a slack jawed amazement.

“You're lying.” He sits up even more. “You're lying straight to my face right now.”

Fear thrums you so hard that your stomach almost revolts on impact. 

“I’ve never seen Shouta pick up a stranger, ever.” Hizashi throws his hands up in the air for effect. “Never, ever. Not even in college! ”

Looking back, you should have said he was struck by lightning. That would have been more believable. From what you remember, Aizawa doesn’t date very often - or at all. You can’t remember if he’s ever brought someone to a work event or even mentioned a partner.  (Which makes you feel equally bad and… special. Are you an exception to his rule? Are you different? 

…Or, more likely, he’s just a private guy. But you can pretend.)

“Well, uh, I dunno what to say.” You still haven’t come up with a better lie. “Ask him yourself.”

“I will!”

Good. That gives you time to text Shouta and warn him about that shit storm he’s about to enter. The two of you can come up with a lie that makes sense and won’t send Hizashi screaming. Suddenly, you’re grateful that Aizawa can’t show up on time for-

“Again with the chips?”

Fuck!!

As if summoned, Aizawa is behind you, shrugging off his jacket. He’s in the same suit as he was earlier, but a lot more disheveled after making it through the day. The social interaction really took it out of him; no wonder he’s so quiet at the office. You pat the seat next to you and he practically slumps into it.

“Please tell me you aren’t escaping again tonight,” he says to Hizashi.

“Oh, no, I’m not going anywhere, trust me.” That smile sets the whole table on guard. “I have too many questions.”

“If you had questions, you should have shown up to the talk,” Aizawa says. “Which went well, by the way. Thank you for asking.”

“You didn’t give me a chance to ask, asshole.”

“Should have been the first words out of your mouth.”

“Well, sorry, Mr. Sensitive. I didn’t think I needed to stroke your ego today! Should I start singing your praises now, or after we verbally jack you off for a bit?”

“We are in public, Mic, stop talking about jacking off.”

“How was your presentation, oh smart one?”

“It was--”  Aizawa stops himself mid sentence, brow furrowed as he turns directly towards you. “You’re being quiet.”

“Me?” you point to yourself as if you don’t know the answer. The accusation makes your heart race- or maybe it’s those sharp eyes, boring down into you. 

“Why are you being quiet?” he says with an accusatory glare. “What did you do?”

Hizashi erupts into a giggle and the attention is finally turned away from you. 

“I heard that you went home with someone-”

Aizawa’s gaze snaps to you.  It takes effort to press your lips down and keep a neutral expression; anxiety is trilling inside you, high and frail and wild, like a little flute in a marching band finale. The man tilts his head just a bit, eyes sharp and questioning, clearly trying to interrogate you while completely silent.

“Where did you hear that, Yamada?” Aizawa’s tone isn’t flat now. No, it’s pressed, stressed; he thinks you’ve told him everything. You try to gesture with just your eyes -- three normal blinks and wide eyes, like a makeshift morse code. This obviously fails.

“Little miss girl here-” Hizashi waggles his eyebrows and Aizawa’s pupils dilate with fear-  “told you you went home with a stranger from the restaurant.” 

Realization hits Aizawa’s expression, then, relaxation. His whole body turns to you with a belabored sigh. “You little snitch.”  

The smile you’ve been trying to fight erupts across your face.  You burst into a nervous giggle, one that you have to silence with your own hand. This is a dangerous line you’re walking; Hizashi isn’t a stupid guy- he’s going to figure out something’s wrong if either of you slip up.

“It’s true?” Hizashi gasps. “What? You? You?”

“Is it really so weird that I had sex with someone?” Aizawa says.  “You do it all the time.”

“You aren’t a hook up guy!” Hizashi peers from over his glasses.  “You’re a ‘third date and a bottle of wine’ guy!”

“When have I ever had a bottle of wine?”

“Okay, ‘third date and an air of desperation.’ How's that?”

Aizawa  wrinkles his nose and bares his teeth, barking out a canned laugh. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Fuck off.” 

The shorter man sits back in his seat and uses his drink to gesture to you. “Why don’t you harass Miss Hickey over there instead?”

The attention shifts to you for only a moment before Hizashi waves you away with the back of his hand. He shifts forward on to his elbows, directly towards his friend..“She just made out with a guy, I don’t care about that-”

“-Hey!” you object. As if Aizawa isn’t the reason you’re bruised in the first place! The dark haired man is purposefully looking down his nose at you, expression taut. 

“Sorry, but I need every nitty gritty detail of Shouta’s night ASAP. “ Hizashi grinds you back on track.

The two of them have been friends since college, you remember. You’d never really been able to see the connection before; they’re both so different that they almost seem like they’d never mesh, but today they are huddled together like boys, mirroring each other’s movements. You wonder if there were lots of nights like these, gossiping over girls and wild nights.

Did Hizashi know him before the car accident?

“I’ll tell you later, Mic,” Aizawa says.  “After she’s gone.”

It’d be best to stay quiet, but you can’t bring yourself to be purposefully excluded.

“You don’t want to get dirty in front of me, huh?” you tease. Besides, you’d like to see what he comes up with. “I can handle it.”

He doesn’t take the bait. “I’m not a sharer.”

You turn away with a little shrug. “Hm.”

Aizawa almost doesn’t respond. The gears turn behind his eyes, slowly grinding away at his patience until he grits out a little: “What?” 

His knee bumps into yours under the table. It’s fleeting, but there. 

“I was just thinking-” you start. “Maybe you’re a bit of a coward.”

“Coward?” he replies.

“Afraid to gossip-” 

It’s Aizawa’s turn to huff. “Gentlemen don’t gossip.”

“Since when are you a gentleman?” Hizashi barks out a laugh.

With another exhale, Aizawa closes his eyes. A moment, then another passes, before he opens them again, one brow raised. It’s the same expression a teacher would give to the class after too much clownery. No wonder the interns are terrified of the man, you’d be scared too if you weren’t so excited to see where this is going. 

“You really want me to tell you what I did last night?” He’s deadpan. “Really?”

Both of you nod. 

“Fine.” He throws his hands up in defeat.  “I met this woman at the bar. Bought her a cocktail-”

“What kind of cocktail?” you interject.

“What?” Aizawa stares at you, lip curled in frustration. You’re making lying harder and you know that, but excitement is driving you forward. The risk doesn’t outweigh the reward quite yet. “I don’t know- something sweet.”

“Hm.”

“Margarita. The spicy kind. She tasted like it all night.”

Aizawa is alarmingly good at lying. He does it with a straight face, minus the telltale curl of his lip, but Hizashi doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy sitting on the edge of his seat. You’re still trying to reconcile all of the versions of him inside your head: the work version, the ‘lover’ you met, and this lackadaisical liar. 

“Keep going.” Hizashi urges.

“Then we went back to her room. Didn’t even make it to the bed.”

The way he lays down each word is slow, meticulous, purposeful; the narrative he builds is crafted especially for you, but you aren’t quite sure of his goal. 

“ Is that enough detail?”

“Boo-” Hizashi’s fanning the flame now too. “Not the fade to black storytelling!”

Aizawa ducks in close, resting on his forearms as he talks. His gaze flicks between you and Hizashi, but lingers much longer on you, flickering down to your lips every now and again. His timbre drops lower, gritty, rolling as he whispers. 

“We went back to her room-”

You’re watching his mouth a bit too intensely. 

“- I got on my hands and knees-”

He enunciates it slowly, so neither of you miss a moment. A shiver goes up your spine. There’s a weight to his breath, a genuine enjoyment. Would he get on his knees for you?

“And I  begged to eat her out.” 

He’s proud of it. Oh, he would get down for you. He’d plead for the privilege. His leg brushes against yours again, this time with pressure and purpose, and your skin crawls with excitement. It’s just a story. You know it’s not true. 

But the glint in his eye says that he wishes it wasn’t.

“And?” your voice shakes a bit. That’s his goal, isn’t it? To get you riled up? To make you regret forcing him into this situation?

Aizawa rubs the spot where his jaw connects with a slow, purposeful circle, like he’s trying to rub out a kinked muscle. It’s borderline boastful. “And that’s how I spent the night.”

Hizashi tips his head back and laughs so loudly that the table next to you stares. “Good for you!”

“Good for her,” Aizawa replies.

Hizashi rolls his eyes. “I almost forgot you’re a munch. It’s been so long since you’ve gotten any, so-”

“Watch it, Hizashi.”

You regret the question before you ask it. “Uh, what’s a munch?”

Both of them look at you.

“Well, it’s clearly not Touya,” Hizashi mumbles, and you shoot him a glare. 

“It’s a slang term for someone who really enjoys…” Aizawa trails off, cocking his head expectantly. 

“Eating pussy,” Hizashi finishes for him. 

Another thrill of excitement goes up your spine. Enjoys it? Is that even possible? The idea has you woozy. 

“Yeah, that’s totally not Touya,” you manage to say.

Hizashi makes another comment, but you can’t force yourself to focus on that. No, not when your heart is beating like this. It’s just words, a fake story, but there’s a silent promise to it as well. You wonder what would have happened last night if you said yes. Would he have spent the night between your legs, eating simply for your pleasure?

Want trembles in your hands as you pretend to check your phone. Is it pathetic? To be worked up over a silly little story, made up to cover your tracks? The waiter comes, you all order. Aizawa’s knee pumps against yours- once accidentally, once on purpose. You hope he doesn’t notice how you’re squirming in your seat, trying to ignore the way your body is craving pressure and attention. You think, maybe, if you move right, you could get the seam of your pants to hit just right-

What are you doing? This is pathetic. 

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” You don’t wait for a response. Pushing up from the table, you turn down the back of the restaurant. The signs lead you into a little back hallway, tucked by the kitchen, where the lighting is respectfully dim. You have to wait a moment because the door is locked, but you don’t mind. It gives you time to mull over everything.

Maybe Hizashi is right; maybe it’s okay to try something new. It’s been years since you’ve felt this alive with someone, this excited to get something more. With Touya, sex became more of an obligation. Maybe it could be different with someone else. Maybe it could be something fun, something-

A hand catches you by the back of your shirt, not hard enough to yank you backwards, but firm enough to stop you in your tracks.  A gasp squeaks out of you as you stagger back into the chest of the man behind you. You crank around to see- only to relax when you realize it’s just Aizawa.

“You scared me,” you mumble out a lament. 

“You little sneak.” With a thumb, he tilts your chin up, so far that you’re looking back at him. His other fingers press ever so nicely into the length of your neck, drawing you back into his chest. There’s nothing constricting your breath, but suddenly your lungs are empty, breathless, and your parted lips pull nothing in. Aizawa’s dark eyes are narrowed, boring straight down into yours.

Oh, he’s pissed. 

And, for the first time, that excites you.

“You like making me sweat, don’t you?” His free hand is looped around your waist, holding you much tighter than the other. “Almost getting us caught-- You make me so mad sometimes.” 

The kitchen is full of mumbled orders and the clang of dishware. It echoes through the dark hall you’ve trapped yourselves in, you aren’t alone, no matter how badly you wish it to be true.  

“Thought you liked me,” you whisper.

You swear there’s a subtle dilation to his eyes, involuntary. Real. “I do.”

He leans over and dots a simple kiss on to your forehead, right where your hair meets skin. It’s simple, soft, but, god, it sets everything inside you into this wet, wobbly, needy heat, something soft and harsh all at once.

“Even when you piss me off.” The hand around your neck twitches playfully, with no real constriction. 

It’s cliche, you think, how you just sort of watch each other, breathless, patient. Neither of you tries to make a move, locked together. He smells good. Not like anything you can name, just… good.  It’s the same good you feel in your chest and an equal good to how your hands feel when you reach backwards and grab his hips. 

“I’m starting to think you like making me mad.”

“Shouta-” you say his name because he likes it, because it makes him lean in closer to you-

The bathroom door flies open and you both pull away like you’ve touched a hot stove. The woman who exists definitely knows something’s up; she rolls her eyes and sends a text on her phone as she passes. The two of you share a look; you, relieved, Aizawa amused. It’s as if you're sixteen again, with this fluttering feeling in your stomach you can’t quite swallow down. It’s too bright to be anxiety.

Aizawa steps back a bit with a nod. Oh, right, the bathroom. You don’t actually have to go, but it would be silly to not go in now. Maybe you can just try to go-

You look back at your Aizawa.

Or maybe.

Or maybe you can have some fun.

With uncharacteristic confidence, you hook a finger under a button of his shirt and tug. Aizawa’s face goes bright with realization. He falls into following as you guide him forward into the bathroom, step by awkward step, backwards until the door opens against your weight. Aizawa glances around before the door closes after him, making sure to remain unspotted, then turns to you with a wicked, narrowed, glowering look. 

The bathroom is simple, but nice. The lighting is sharp and bright, the floor is white and clean. A decorative table is wedged into the corner, topped with extra towels and real flowers in water. Your brain can’t process more than that- not with a dark haired man wrapped around your finger. He has the forethought to lock the door behind him.

“What are you doing-?” he grumbles wickedly, ducking down to catch you in a kiss, but you don’t let him make contact. You dip away, drawing him further and further in, until you’re backed against the little decorative table. With his weight, he shifts you back until your ass is seated properly on that wiggly table, one hand back to brace yourself. Finally, he traps you, stubble rough against your cheek, lips soft against yours.

“I thought we were going slow,” he says into your lips. You don’t respond-- you can’t. Your breath is stolen from your lungs, the need to breathe replaced with the need for him, the need for touch-

You hook a leg over his waist and his hand flies to it, folding it higher, pulling it tighter. 

“Oh, you can’t help it, can you?” he mumbles. “One little story about eating pussy has you desperate for it, huh?”

“Y-you-” You hate that you can’t dirty talk smoothly like he can.

“Yeah?” He’s almost condescending. “Yeah? What does my girl want?”

Embarrassment floods your cheeks with heat. Aizawa waits for it, hovering above you. Oh, he won’t give it to you until you really ask, will he? You have to physically brace yourself to say it.

“Will you kiss it?” you ask, much meeker than intended. 

“Kiss ‘it’?” You expect him to keep picking at you, but instead his hands are busy unbuttoning your pants, guiding them down. “Do you mean-”

His lips find your hickey and the spot aches under the connection. “Here?”

Creeping lower, he hunches over your chest. This time, he pecks at the hem of your shirt. “Here?”

Down he goes, on to his knees. This kiss lands in your stomach, right where the tightness of want sits-

“Here?”

“Shouta-” You’re mad and annoyed and you’d frankly settle for him kissing you anywhere at this point-

Hands slip your pants down past your knees. When the air hits your skin, you suddenly realize just how wet you are, how it’s bled through your panties and smeared across your thigh. Before you can process anything, his mouth is over your clothed cunt, wide mouthed and kissing. The drag of his tongue is a lot, even though the fabric; the contact has your spine flexing all on its own.

“Here?”

“There, there,” You’re clinging on to handfuls of his hair already. “Right there.”

But Aizawa doesn’t kiss you again. 

“In a public bathroom?” He’s watching you from the floor. Your leg is looped over his back. He’s surprisingly wide and thick under you; your legs have to spread so far to fit him. God, your body is plaint enough that it just gives to his pushing hands and demands.

 “You like it nasty.”

You can’t bring yourself to respond. Your brain is fried with a deadly combination of horny and embarrassed. Is this really what you want? 

“No, you don’t like it dirty, do you?” It feels like he’s reading your mind, hands kneading your thighs with a growing hunger. He plants a kiss where your legs meets your underwear and your cunt pulses in response. “My girl just needs it so bad, doesn’t she?”

Teeth sink into your inner thigh and you kick in response: another fucking hickey. The thing that got you into this mess-

“That’s right, my girl.” He’s talking to himself now, mumbling just under his breath. A finger loops under your panties, the same way your finger looped under his button, and there’s no time to feel shame before he exposes your pussy.  “You went home with me.” 

You expect him to go straight for your clit, to devour you with the fucking need that’s been building between you all goddamn night-

But, instead, he touches his lips to the crest of your mons and breathes. It’s hot, molten, pours down you like molten lava. It’s the faintest, tickling touch, but it’s enough, it’s more than enough. A moan rips out of you, so unexpected that you jump at your own voice. 

Usually, when you have sex, you’re worried about the small things. Whether or not you’ve shaved, whether you look thin enough or pretty enough, but now, the only thing you can think about is being touched, needing touch, desiring touch.

And the time.

“We-” He hasn’t even started and you’re quivering for it. “We gotta hurry before Mic-”

“I promised you-” Aizawa says, firmly. “That we’d go slow.”

Finally, gloriously, you feel the hot press of his tongue, dragging up through your excitement. Every inch he takes is painstakingly slow until he hits the nub of your clit. That contact is fast, fleeting, but it still sends you keening and gasping. Every important muscle inside you is bunched and coiled, filled with enough potential energy to set the whole fucking restaurant on fire. You’re going to cum. You’re going to cum from practically nothing.

The vase of flowers on the table is overturned. You don’t even remember knocking it over. Water pools under your ass and everything is wet, from you, to the mess, to his drool across your inner thigh. His mouth closed over you the same way someone would eat a peach, sucking with this absurdly lewd sound as if he’s afraid to let any of your excitement escape. His jaw moves slow - just like he fucking promised- and doesn’t miss an inch of skin as he closes his mouth, lips coming closed around your clit. The pressure feels heavenly against the already puffy parts of your pussy and your hands clasp his dark locks tighter. You aren’t sure if you’re trying to pull him away or pull him closer; your body is just reacting, like neurons are firing all on their own.

Fingers clamp around your thighs. Aizawa is groaning, voice so low it vibrates against you, as if he’s the one receiving it, not you. Enjoys eating pussy… the memory rings through your skull. Fuck, what an understatement; he eats pussy like he needs it to live. His eyes are lidded heavy with pleasure. Every lick and suck and touch along the tapestry of your cunt is wet and wild, but aggravatingly skilled. The heat of his mouth against your clit - firm, but not hard- is enough to steal your breath away.

Then, he pulls away, and your pleasure begins to unravel-- unfairly fast. You hadn’t realized how close to the precipice you had been until you started falling away. The feeling is disastrous. 

He speaks with a heady exhale, warm and not nearly enough. “You taste-”

“Shut up,” Now you’re definitely pulling his face back towards you this time. “Shut up, shut up, shut up-”

He silences himself with your cunt. 

This time, there’s no savoring. His lips and tongue are on your clit, sucking in mouthfuls of your folds, bouncing against the involuntary roll of your hips. Everything inside you is hot and sticky, thick like honey. You’re saying something, maybe, but it’s all high pitched and garbled. The rub from Aizawa's stubble sends a chill up your spine and the hot and cold inside you melts into something smooth-

You can feel your orgasm coming long before it hits, everything inside you pulling high and tight, like the ocean rolling before a wave. The crest hasn't hit, but it's going to come, you're going to cum-

And then you look down, and Aizawa's staring back at you, with those dark, hooded eyes, and you unravel. It’s not my other orgasms you've had: a full body feeling, like the flush to warmth you get when alcohol hits your stomach. It rolls, through you, away from you, against you- in every fucking direction until every ounce of tension is smoothed from your muscles. Boneless had always sounded silly, but now you understand exactly what it means; you slump back and try to catch your breath.

Aizawa’s movements slow, but never stop. He runs the flat face of his tongue against you until you gather the energy you shove him back. For a split second, a string of your cum ties between you and his mouth.

“Shit,” you breathe. Your surroundings feel more tangible suddenly. The sink drips, the walls echo the restaurant’s soft muzak, Aizawa’s cheeks glimmer with your wetness: it’s all suddenly real.

“I cannot believe-” He wipes his face on his sleeve.

“Shit,” you repeat. That was insane. You were insane! Your friend is waiting at the table, probably wondering what happened to you two-

“-that you let me do that. You came so--”

“Shit.” This is exactly what you needed. “I’ve never-”

Aizawa sits back on his knees with a stiff grunt. “Don’t tell me you’ve never orgasmed before.”

“No! I’ve totally-” You awkwardly shimmy up your pants and instantly regret it. It’s wet. It’s cold. “No one’s ever gone down on me before.”

Aizawa gives you the slowest, longest blink you’ve ever seen. Then, he shakes his head and stands up, brushing his pants off. You debate asking if his leg hurts, but decide against it. “How do you continuously say things that make me want to go insane?” 

He huffs about it, but you’re starting to unravel the strings of affection he weaves into his sentences. You shrug, biting back your smile.

“I’m just special, I guess.”

Eyes closed, he gives you a nod, tempering himself.

“Go back to the table before we’re caught.”

Fuck-- that’s right. You two have been gone for long enough that it's starting to get suspicious. Besides, there’s going to be a line outside the door if you don’t get moving soon- if there isn’t a line already. You quickly check your outfit and adjust your hair in the mirror; your skin looks brighter than usual. The power of an orgasm, you guess.

“Don’t  you want me to…?” You give a little jerk off motion and Aizawa rolls his eyes at the behavior-- as if he didn’t just eat your pussy in a fucking bathroom.

“I don’t want you to do anything to me,” he insists. He helps you off of the table with a hand, then ushers you towards the locked door. “I want to lay you down and eat you out until your brain factory resets like a cheap Macbook.”

He’s already done that, but okay, you could be down for more-

“But we are in a bathroom.” He gestures around him.  “In a restaurant.”

You add: “With Hizashi waiting.”

“With Mic waiting. He’s smart- he’ll figure us out if we aren’t careful,” he agrees. “Now, get out there and cover me.”

Suddenly, Aizawa leans over and kisses you. It’s not deep, but you can taste your musk on his lips and that makes your spine thrill with excitement.  It’s illicit in a way that makes you feel young and happy and, and, and-

And all those weird, indescribable highs you get when your brain is drowned in dopamine and oxytocin. For a fleeting moment, you reach out and grab his hands, holding on for only a squeeze.

“Your room tonight?” you ask when he pulls away. Your head is still racing, head still swimming-

He grimaces. “Yours has better pillows.”

“I brought them from home.” He was in your bed last night, in your pussy moments ago, but the fact he knows your pillow feels so strangely intimate. “I like silk pillowcases.”

The expression in his face softens, just at the crowed corner of his eyes. “Of course you do.” He jerks his chin towards the door.  “Get going.”

“Sho-”

“Get.”

And you walk out with wobbly knees.

[cowlings]

warnings for age gap, no pronouns used. sfw. toshinori's insecurities are explored a bit.

there’s something about the older pro heroes having a controversially young partner that makes them feel young again.

when it comes to toshinori yagi, he feels like a 20 year old breezing through life. scratch that, you make him feel like a dumb teenager. he stumbles over his own feet, mixes up his words, and he constantly sweats at the thought of being around you. it feels like he’s suddenly trapped inside a romcom, where he’s head over heels over his new workmate.

the day you moved into the teacher dorms was the day you were introduced to him. the great all might. the symbol of peace, and also the hero whose posters are stuck decorating the walls of your childhood room.

when you began your work as a teacher at ua, he was the first to ask you out for lunch in his office. and who are you to deny, when the muscly, steaming hot man of your dreams is leaning against his office’s doorframe, the famous, million dollar smile plastered on his face. with a small bento box in hand.

a part of him feels like he has to care for you. it’s a small gesture, one he would’ve liked to have at his early twenties. he’s just doing what anyone would do, right? there’s obviously not a part of him that is intrigued by you. no, not one bit.

and to say you’re interested in uncovering what’s behind all might’s strong front is an understatement. in your eyes, it’s clear that he’s struggling, and you’re more than willing to become the one he can rely on. though, it takes time. your patience is about to be tested well beyond its limits. so, you start off slow.

yagi might think of himself as self centered, but there has to be something going on. that's what he thinks, at least.

you fix his tie when it’s slowly slipping, and straighten the collars of his shirts. you twirl the two beautiful blond strands of hair decorating his face, and always have your hand grazing his when walking with him around campus. his desk is next to yours in the teacher’s lounge, and you always offer him your post its and stickers for him to use when grading. he’s grown so comfortable, in fact, that he takes them without asking. there’s a comfortable silence, except when you’re softly humming whatever 80s song pops in your head. he thinks he’ll faint because you enjoy the same music he did back in the day.

you’re just being you. you’ve done the same with mic, and eraser too. he has to be too full of himself for even considering the fact that you feel something for him. which brings the question, does he feel something for you? if he doesn't, then why is he spending time analyzing his every interaction with you? your expressions, actions and reactions are on loop as he tries to figure out what he feels.

is it even okay? he’s well into his fifties, and you’re still a long way from there. his morality begins to chew at him, because you’re a young spirit, and he’s already seeing himself in a grave. it’s harsh, but yagi's mind goes to the extreme. he doesn’t want to take away your youth.

but hasn’t he been selfless his whole life? it should be time for him to think for himself. he’s come to recognize that you may be sending signals, because there’s something so adoring about the way you look at him—he’s certain there’s a spark. and it's then when he realizes he's fallen. very hard.

and there’s no way for him to be straightforward about it. would it be abuse of power if the all might went and confessed everything he felt towards his younger, new-in-the-field pro hero and coworker? would you be pressured into reciprocating because of who he is?

he’s assuring himself that if you were to be interested, you’d be interested for what he once was. he was the symbol for everything: peace, hope, sex—you name it, he's been it for decades. he's sure that you're chasing the idea of him, and not what he has become.

the best way to push someone away is to show what makes you ugly, right? the next thing you know, you're calling him by his surname because he asks you to, and when it's two in the morning and both of you can't sleep...

you see him outside the dorms. sitting down, lanky arms wrapped around his legs. you knew the teaching faculty was a bit secretive with him around you at first, and this was why. when he asks if you can't sleep and you nod, he looks at you with the most melancholic expression, daring to ask a single question.

he gestures to his torso. “you want a bedtime story, kid?”

toshinori yagi talks. he talks a lot. he’s telling you of the gruesome fight five years ago, of his declining health, and his fears for the future. he talks so much, in fact that he’s asking you if you can keep a secret, and talks about how his search for a successor had come to an end when he came to ua. it’s during this moment that you realize there’s more to your attraction to him than your brain let on.

and he realizes something too. he feels comfortable with you, and you remind him of home. but what’s home to toshinori yagi? he doesn’t have a clear answer, but he knows you resemble it. you’re easy to be around, and as he would come to find later on, you’re easy to love.

yet he pushes every happy thought away, his mind clouded with doubt. you scoot closer to him, and his hand unconsciously reaches for yours. as soon as he realizes it, though, he's pulling his hand away and muttering an apology. and you insist, because you don't mind if it's him who does it. and his mind wanders.

"i really like you, yagi."

he's been broken out of his trance. he stares at you in disbelief, "you like me?"

you nod. "are you sure? you probably like the old me, like everyone else. it's just in your head, kid—"

"god fucking damn it i'm in love with you, toshinori."

and to toshinori yagi, it's hard to believe. his mouth falls agape because there is no barrier left to protect him now. you've broken every wall with a single sentence. so you continue.

"i love the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, i love how your two hair strands frame your face, i love the way you're always looking out for others, and how you go into your muscly form to cheer people on. i love your patience, and how dedicated you are when you truly love something. more than a great hero, you're a great person. you need me to go on? because i—"

"do you pity me?"

"do i need to pity you? i'm being genuine, yagi. kinda sucks to get brushed off like that, y'know?"

he stops for a moment.

"...i like you too. like—a lot. it's just hard. to process, i mean."

you look at him enamored. toshinori finally takes the first step and intertwines his fingers with yours. and for the first time in the whole night, he smiles. so wide.

"let's do this step by step, yeah? now let's get some sleep, old man. we have a class to teach tomorrow."

[mettywiththenotes]

Thinking about the possible aftermath between Tomura and Izuku after the war, and how Inko might feel about it

Like... You tried to kill my son multiple times. You held him hostage once. You tried to kill everyone. The attack from your villain group is the reason he isolated himself from the people who love him. I can't understand you. I don't think I want to understand you. How could you do all of this? Why did my son want to save you?

Why, in the end, did it work?

You're in this room with these heroes and I don't know anything about you but still I never imagined someone like you could look so small. I don't know what they plan to do with you. I don't know what to do either. I used to think you should leave us alone, locked up and shut away. But the way my son looks at you, the way he hangs onto the hope for your future, the way he looks even more changed after coming out of that final battle, I wonder if he wants there to be another way. I wonder if locking you away is the right thing

I offered cookies to my son. I only offered them to you because I felt obligated and nervous about what you would do if left out. I can't forget the look on your face when you took one and bit into it. You thanked me, quietly, and it was strange to me that a villain like you could behave in such a way

You look small again. You keep to yourself despite how rude you can be. You keep bringing out that video game device when you're bored and take up space anywhere you can, on the floor or on the couch, in people's way. There's paperwork to do, a pile they want you to fill out before going forward, and you're groaning like it's homework. You behave more like a teenager than a villain. You're more like a kid, sometimes

I made cookies again. This time I offer one to you because I want to. You take one and thank me before you even take a bite. It's like you already know they'll be good

I could have sworn I only had one son

[matchamiko]

hello!! could I please request prompt 25 with toshinori?

˚₊ ⊹ 25. The first makeout session that could lead to more + Toshinori Yagi

˚₊ ⊹ Warnings: dry humping, previous established new relationship, canon small-might, making out.

He was - grading papers? Finishing off a report on the last homework he set? Actually writing the next homework assignment in fact? Either way, his coffee table was strewn with papers, some in neat piles and some discarded none to kindly, caught under the fans of his laptop open on a word document baring names and grades and percentages he’s not really focusing on right now.

You came over a few hours ago with a bento box or two for the next days at school. It was just something you started doing for him, claimed it was because he wasn’t eating enough and that your love language was cooking food for people, but you loved that he would kiss your cheek and parade it around the school wrapped in its cute cloth with its cute bow. And you kind of never left, chatting idly with him from the kitchen while you brewed tea, something soft for him and a herby concoction for yourself, something to make you sleepy and all the more acceptable.

Toshinori could taste it in your mouth. The tea and something else, something distinctly you. Leaning backwards as you cup his sharp jaw, smiling when you hum and kiss his nose affectionately. There was something on the TV, something mind numbing and calm, a documentary about Geisha's he thinks but he's too focussed on his work, and on you. The futon you'd insisted on setting up for him was comfortable, soft and heavy at the same time, a perfect support for his back while he was tucked up by the coffee table while you lounged like a cat on the couch behind him, asking lazily every few minutes for a kiss. This was the first one on the mouth. You'd started on the back of his head, then on his long frazzled strands framing his face and then his forehead, then his nose and when you pecked his lips; Toshinori found himself chasing and chasing and chasing.

"Don't tell the kids that I abandoned their grades for you," he's twisted at a strange angle with his lips muttering yours, a prayer only for you to taste, "Aizawa'll kill me if he knew,"

You breathe him in, eyes fluttering closed and drawing your hands up the sinewy expanse of his neck,

"You have your priorities in perfect order, thank you very much," Toshinori allows you to slink down to the floor, following the droop of your legs and curling into his lap with deep, yearning sigh "I require kisses and you're supplying them, you're serving your duty to your partner,"

He laughs and then moans with the shape of your lips on his jaw,

"I suppose, if you put it like that," he looks at you for a moment, a soft smile stretching over his features and you return it, a little something extra in your eyes he can't quite make out. You two had kissed before, a lot and often but this felt different, felt like honey trickling down his bones and crystallising hot in his belly. Toshinori hums with the tracing of your mouth over his neck, sucking something mean into his delicate skin and he shifts, hands settling on your hips.

Hips that slot deeper against his and give this shy little shudder. A large slender hand cups the back of your head where you practically vibrate against him, the air suddenly palpable and sweet. You think he might ask you to stop, that you've gone far enough and that he's not quite ready for anything more intense, given his injuries and situation and maybe he wants you to go home or even take a break or even -

"Do that again, please," he's far from sober, drinking your lips and swallowing your gushing whimpers, desperate for the kisses and the licks he's come to know so well. These are different, headier, a little smoky and a little dangerous, slow and hard and all things moreish. His free hand guides your hips, into what he's not sure but you gain confidence at his request, undulating with such wantonness that he's the first that moans out loud. Punched and loud and startling, Toshinori flushes right down to his stomach, peaking from where you'd shoved your hands under his shirt, hardly denting your frantic kisses. His grip is harsh, demanding and selfish, smoothing to your ass and this time it's you that grunts at the way he massages a spreads you, slouching lower and wider against the couch.

"I want - I wanna -," you're stuttering but it's from lust, from the sheer magnetic want for the man beneath you, heavy lidded and panting open mouthed, "Please, can we - we don't hav'ta but also, y'know?"

Toshinori kisses you again, slow and deliberate, decisive with his answer; wordless save for a whimper and a jerk.

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[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Making Porn With The Number One Pro Hero

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

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

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

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 2.

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

Word Count: 3,308.

A/N:

Day 2 of Kinktober! Enjoy!

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

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

Here is the masterlist for all my Kinktober 2023 works.

---///---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One interview you didn't see coming though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had never actually touched him before.

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

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

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

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

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

—-///—-

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

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

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

All Might.

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

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

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

You blinked in shock, "Toshi?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gasped, "Toshi! Your suit!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck!

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

"Oh All Might please!" You begged.

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

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

"Miss?"

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

"Y-Yes?!" You answered.

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

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

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

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

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

"Nooo!" You whined.

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

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

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

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

"Maybe a little." He smiled.

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

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

—///—

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

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

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

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

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

"How?" You raised an eyebrow.

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

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

"A bit, yes." He admitted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you want love?" Toshinori asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes please Daddy."

[actuallysaiyan]

Popsicle Mishaps(All Might X Fem!Reader)

warnings: lewd imagery, smut, office sex, semi-public sex, mentions of blood, age gap, vaginal fingering, both forms of All Might, lots of dirty talking, unprotected sex word count: 1.5k pairings: Toshinori Yagi/All Might x Fem!Reader summary: it's a hot day out and you can't find anything better to do than to tease the man you have a crush on. when he sees you enjoying your delicious popsicle a little too lewdly, he becomes...needy.

a/n: in celebration of me returning fully to Tumblr in two weeks, I figured I'd post some of my new writing! More to come when I get back for real <3 dividers by: @adornedwithlight

The heat had certainly been sweltering. The students were complaining. You were finding it hard to find a nice cool spot to enjoy yourself. You sink bottles of water to try and stay hydrated, but it was all still so unbearable.

Finally, you enter his office. He’s got air conditioning in here. Though, he seems to be nowhere to be found. You sit on the sofa, opening up the rocket popsicle you swiped from the cafeteria just moments ago. With the air conditioning blowing on you and the sweet treat in your mouth, you know you can cool off sufficiently.

The man in question, Toshinori, comes into his office. He’s holding a stack of papers but when he spots you on the sofa, he nearly lets them topple over. Your blouse is unbuttoned to show that you are wearing a wifebeater shirt underneath. A little sweat slicks your skin, making you have a slight sheen. And you are doing quite lewd things with that popsicle.

You look up at him, your eyes widening just a bit. You’ve always liked him. Not only is he your inspiration, but he’s also someone you’ve gotten quite close to in the last little bit. To say you have a crush on the older man would be the understatement of the century.

“Hi there,” you wave at him, getting into a more provocative position. “Hot one, huh?”

He’s in shock. He doesn’t even really know what to say to you. 

He tries to nod, but his brain feels like it’s scrambled. “Y-yeah, sure is hot.”

He watches you as you suck on your popsicle. He’s never quite seen anyone eat something like this the way you do. The way your tongue seems to swirl around it, almost as if you were trying to demonstrate how you’d work your tongue on him. Then when you take it deep into your mouth, he’s nearly drooling. You giggle before you pull off the treat with an audible pop. 

“Like what you see, old man?”

That was the one thing that really set him off. He knew you weren’t being rude, but the age difference between the two of you had been quite arousing. It takes him seconds to slam the door closed behind him and for him to grab you and toss you on the desk.

“You think an old man can do that?”

You moan as he pulls your blouse open, cursing to himself that he’s probably gone and torn it. His lips smash against yours, and you see the steam from him transforming into his All Might form. The way he’s towering over you should scare anyone else, but you find yourself spreading your thighs for him even more.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Of course it is!” All Might laughs.

His lips feel so good on your skin. The room seems to be getting even hotter by the minute. But right now, you aren’t complaining. He hikes up your skirt, no longer thinking of anything logical. He pushes your panties aside as he kisses you passionately.

His tongue penetrates your lips, exploring every crevice of your hot, wet mouth. All Might grinds his hips against you, pushing his throbbing erection against your wet pussy. The way you mewl through the searing kisses only makes him even more horny.

“Let me get you ready for me, okay?” The sweetness comes out once more, lighting your heart on fire.

You nod, “Okay, Toshi…”

His finger gently spreads your folds apart. You look down to where he’s pushing the single digit into you. Due to his sheer size, his fingers are so big and it’s stretching you out. You let out the cutest little moan, and you leak all over his fingers. Slowly, Toshinori begins pumping his finger into you.

“Could any old man do this to you? No, of course it’s only me! Hahaha!” He laughs a little too loudly, making you wonder if someone’s going to come in and see you both like this.

He kisses you again, making your head spin. You’re barely able to hold on for too much longer. Your thighs begin to shake as the pleasure builds in the pit of your stomach. Flames lick at the fire that has been building steadily inside of you. His name falls from your pretty, sweet lips.

“That’s it! You’re going to cum for me, and only me! Hahah!” 

That’s all it takes for you to fall off the edge. He continues pumping his finger into you, drawing out all the pleasure as your body shudders and shakes under his lustful stare. Slowly, he pulls the digit from you and brings it to his mouth. He mimics you, lewdly sucking on his own finger.

“Mmm, you taste very sweet.”

You watch through half-lidded eyes as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. Your jaw drops as you see his cock for the first time. There was no way he’d be able to fit it into you. He grasps it, pumping it lazily a few times. There’s this confidence within him that you’ve only seen when he’s in this form. 

“What’s the matter? No more ‘old man’ comments coming from you? Of course not, why would you ever say such things to your hero?”

You’re the one who’s speechless now. He slaps your clit with the fat head of his cock, making you squirm in overstimulation. He loves the way you look right now, spread out and fucked out already just from his finger. Slowly, he pushes into you, making you gasp loudly.

“Shh, I’ve got you.”

His words hit you so deep in your heart. Then before you know it, he’s pulling out until the tip is just nestled at your entrance. His hips snap as he begins to slam into you over and over. The old desk under you begins to creak at the sudden display of power. You try to catch your breath, but you’re too stunned to even say anything.

“I knew you had a crush on me!” He pants as he pumps into you faster and deeper. “Of course you do! You’re such a fangirl!”

A blush creeps on your cheeks, and you wish you could look away and hide your shyness. His cock is so deep inside of you, and with every harsh thrust, he hits that spongy spot so deep inside of you. Already stars are speckling your vision as you barely hold on.

“Already going to cum again, huh? I told you,” he pants as he leans in for a hungry kiss. “Nobody could ever make you feel the way I do.”

You desperately try to grab onto him, wanting to ground yourself as this pleasure was building much too fast. All Might laughs loudly once more before he leans in so you can hold onto him. His hips pump and snap as he fucks you deeply. He presses kisses to your neck.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl.”

You cry out as you fall off the edge. All Might feels wetness hitting his lower abdomen. He looks down to see your juices gushing out from you, and he laughs loudly once more.

“Oh! And I thought I was just an old man! Seems like your old hero can still make you feel so many new feelings,” He’s so smug right now, it’s melting your brain.

Your legs are shuddering uncontrollably as you continue cumming. He’s fucking you so fast, so hard. Just a little longer and he’s roaring with pleasure. Thick shots of warm, sticky cum begin to fill you.

“Fuck yes,” he curses as he holds you close to him. His whole body shivers as he’s fucking his cum deep inside of you.

All Might slows his pace as he comes down from such an intense high. Then you watch as steam comes from him and he transforms inside of you. You notice right away that there’s almost no size difference.

Then he coughs up blood and your eyes widen. He pulls away from you completely, and you scramble to reach for him. He’s ashamed of this happening right now, Of all the moments to have this happening, this would be the worst. But then, you grab a tissue from his desk and you gently wipe away the blood.

“Are you alright?” You ask, genuinely concerned.

He shrugs, “I think so.”

His semen begins to drip from your abused hole, and you blush a little. Toshinori watches carefully, his eyes narrowing just a bit. Then he smirks.

“I may be older than you, I may not have control over my body as well as I used to, but I can still rock your world.” He says with a smirk.

You surprise him by grabbing him and kissing him, despite there still being a little blood on his lips. He holds you so close, enjoying the feeling of you kissing him. When you pull away, you lean your forehead against his.

“I’d never truly doubt my hero.” You say with a smile.

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Be Mine? ☆ Werewolf! All Might x Baker! Reader | Kinktober Day 20

Summary:  A needy werewolf finds the scent of a cottage in the woods, sweet baked goods, and an even sweeter baker lives there, and the wolf plans to stay as long as he can. He is sure to pay her his thanks to her and hopefully find a way to stay.

Word Count: 1334

Tags: Werewolf all might, breeding(starts as cuddle fucking), fem reader, mating  rituals, courting, fluff, smut,  size difference, size kink

You like living in the woods, it's peaceful out here, no problems, you didn't have anything to worry about, especially not bills, since all the baked goods sell for a pretty penny out in the town a few miles out. But all the baking did have caught the attention of one large beast of the forest. 

You had noticed that at least every other week or so a dessert would go missing from its cooling spot on the windowsill. You had a thrift on your hands and they were not going to get away with it.  You placed a batch of muffins on the windowsill plopped yourself in a chair and waited.  You were going to catch them, you stared out the window, watching silently as you waited to see the person getting free treats out of you. 

You realized that you had started to fall asleep, definitely losing a bit of time and when you came to you saw that the muffins remained untouched. You let out a sigh, they were still hot and needing to cool so you would sit for a little longer before taking it off the ledge of your window. 

You see a growing shadow move quickly to your window, reaching for the batch of muffins and now you know this is your person.

“Hey! Thief! Stop right there”  You watch as the person… or something freezes up. 

“Yeah you!” you quickly stumble over to your front door and swing it open to get a better look at the perpetrator. 

You get out of your home and are met with an unexpected sight. A blonde and tan furry werewolf about five feet taller than you were looking down at you. Bright, practically glowing blue eyes were looking back at you. 

He looked down at you, His tail wagging as he looked down at your smaller form. He got on all fours to move over to you, he was sniffing you as if he was a house pet.  The wolf sits in front of you. 

“It's you who's been stealing my desserts, right?”  It was before your eyes when you saw the wolf change into a still very tall man. He was around seven feet tall, still with a tan tail and fluffy ears. It also didn't help that he was very much naked and you do your best to not look down. 

“It tastes so good, I can’t help it,” His deep voice spoke and it sent a chill down your spine. 

“Those were a lot of baked goods,”  You tell him, you cross your arms as you look at the werewolf.” 

“I'll make it up to you, I'll do anything.” You looked at him up and down for a moment, and ideas came to your mind. You take his hand in yours and lead him into your welcoming home. 

“I have just the thing for you to do for me.”  His tail wagged as he waited for you to tell him what to do for you. 

“Could you open these for me?” I handed a set of jars I needed to open but couldn’t. I visibly watch his tail stop moving, but he opens all my jars without making any complaints. 

“Thank you, if you can do these things for me you can come back anytime. Oh but stop stealing my food.”  

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Your werewolf friend had been coming over every day to help out with treats and to help out.  You have been hanging out and getting to know each other. You even got to learn his name, which was Toshinori Yagi. This week you had given him his weekly treats but he seemed to want to stay, you let him of course enjoy the company.  

He wouldn't take his eyes off of you, in fact, he wouldn’t even let you out of his sight like he thought that you would vanish if he looked away or let you take a couple of steps away from him. He followed you around the home and stayed longer than you expected him to.

“Do you mind if I stay here with you tonight?” Toshinori asked while he was holding on to you, his body feeling like a warm blanket. 

“I don't see why not.” You shrugged and you looked up at him as he looked at you with a happy expression. What you didn't expect was when it was time for bed, he would join you in your queen-size bed. Maybe you should have been more specific about where he wanted to sleep, but you didn’t actually mind it. 

You both lay in bed, and he nuzzled into you. Then, you drifted off to a cozy sleep. 

Toshinori wakes up with an erection and a need for action. He looks over and sees you still sound asleep. 

You were awoken by Toshinori rutting against your leg. His arms were wrapped around you. His body was so hot. You tried to wrestle your way out of his arms to escape the heat.  He taps your shoulders and wakes you up by grinding into your rear. You let out a sleep groan as you woke up feeling a bulge pushing between your legs. 

“Toshinori? What's going on?” You tried to turn around, but he held you in place. 

“Please, dear, I need this.” He kept grinding into you while also moving to free you from your clothes. 

“What going on?”  You let out a moan as you feel his exposed erection rubbing against your walls. 

“I need to breed you, darling” You bit your lip to contain your moan as he pushed his fat tip into your plush cunt. 

“Is this some wolf thing?” You were still trying to wrap your head around the whole werewolf thing.  

“Yes,”  He littered kisses on the side of your neck. 

“Okay, I'll help you then just try not to be too rough.” you feel him push into you fully. The stretch was so big and large that largeness extended to his throbbing member inside you. As he slowly rocked into you, he nuzzled into your shoulder. One hand was messaging your chest, and the other was holding your top leg up so he could better trust you. He moves to circle your clit and tease you until your tensing around his girth.  

“Mhm.. Toshinori~” You were such a moaning mess that you didn't even realize that he was sitting up. Until you feel him pull out of you.

He flips you over in a quick motion; he pulls the leg he was once holding out and up, having your leg up against your chest. Then he does the same by lifting your other one up. Your hands came up to run for fingers through his soft blonde hair; whimpers slipped past your lips. He then pressed up against you and shoved himself back into your cunt. Your eyes widened as he plunged into you over and over again, this feeling like the deepest anyone has ever been inside of you. 

His heavy balls slapped against your ass as his hips piston into yours. Lewd sounds of skin against skin reverberated through your cabin, and you were grateful that you didn’t live in town because of that. 

You feel like play-doh to his lust, just letting him do what he wants of you, what he needs of you. He was reaching deep inside to places never touched by humanity. You couldn't control the whorish moans coming from your mouth. You feel him swelling up inside of you as each thrust gets harder to maintain, and he is seemingly stuffing you full like a Thanksgiving turkey. With one last smash-worthy thrust, his knot blocked Your entrance, and his cock filled you up with his seed. 

The two of you cuddled some more before forcing yourself out of the bed to clean up. After washing the two of you shared some sweets then went back to sleep, the soft light of the full moon glowing through the window. 

[aheckinmess]

Day Eighteen: Kinktober 2024 - MHA Edition

Read on AO3.

Tags/Warnings: Size Difference, Size Kink, Female Reader, P in V, Hickeys, Rough Sex, Shower Sex, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink if You Squint, Toshinori Yagi, All Might, Smol Might, Reader is Fragile, But Not So Fragile as Toshinori Thinks, Toshinori Goes All Out, Reader Revels in It

Word Count: 978 words

Summary: You're not sure how you keep forgetting that Toshinori is so much bigger than you.

Day Eighteen: Size Difference -> Toshinori Yagi

“Ow! Aren’t you supposed to go easy on me because I’m your wife?” You whine, nursing your shoulder as you keep your feet moving around Toshinori’s offensive stance.

“You asked me for lessons in self-defense, my love. I would have thought you’d ask for me to go harder on you to make sure you could defend yourself against anyone that might pose a threat to you.” Toshinori chuckles, swiping at you and grinning when you dodge. “Better.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you hoping I’d say, Harder, Daddy! instead?” You retort, taking advantage of the way your words fluster him to finally land a single hit.

You blink and he has your back pressed against the wall. It’s at moments like these that you’re always reminded of just how much taller Toshinori is than you. Of course, he’s taller than most everyone, but up close and personal like this?

He’s like a giant ready to pick you out from under his boots.

“Why don’t we head to the shower, beloved?” He suggests in a whisper. Large, calloused fingers tickle your cheeks and push stray hair behind your ear. 

“A shower sounds lovely.” You swallow thickly.

Of course, based on the way his blue eyes glisten under the fluorescent lights above, you have a feeling there will be more playing than cleaning. Not that you mind, of course.

Your intuition is proven correct when he helps you out of your clothes before the shower ever gets started. Long muscular arms engulf yours as he moves the fabric ever-so-delicately off your dainty frame. There is always a restraint in his movements – like one wrong touch will break you in half.

Which is ironic, really, considering how hard he hits you during training. It makes you wonder if even that is but a mere taste of the power he has to offer. Even now, the weight of his lips on your neck is feather-light, as if a single breath will blow you away.

“Toshi,” You begin, pulling away with a giggle as you start the water. Only a few moments pass before the room fills with steam and you’re allowed to ogle his naked body in all its glory. “You know you don’t have to treat me like I’m so…breakable, right?”

Toshinori drags you into the warm spray of water with him before he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. You wonder if it hurts his back since he’s so tall.

“I…I do. But, compared to my strength, most people are fragile. I’m scared I’ll lose control and accidentally hurt you. Of everyone, I don’t know that I’d ever forgive myself if I did that to you.” He admits, planting another peck on your cheek this time.

“I may be fragile, but I’m not fragile like a flower.” You smirk, a wicked glow entering your eyes as you wiggle under torrent of water with him. “I’m fragile like a bomb. I can handle whatever you throw at me.”

Such simple words and suddenly Toshinori spins you around against the wall, his grip tight on your chin. Though you know it’ll bruise in the morning, the rough change of pace instantly makes you weak in the knees. Your heart races at the exhilarating shift in his demeanor.

“Are you sure about that, love? You sure you can still be my good girl even when I get rough with you?”

The praise. Oh, the praise winds you up and you spring onto your tiptoes to hook your arms around his neck, encouraging his bruising hands.

“I’ve only got one thing to say.” You growl, eyes meeting and dancing with his blue ones. “Harder, Daddy.”

Whether it’s because he wants to prove you can’t handle it, or because he’s glad to finally be released from the pressure of holding back, Toshinori turns feral. Every kiss is a delicious punch in the mouth, every touch an extravagant wound to mark you as his – you yelp when his fingers dig between your thighs to find a puddle greeting him.

And it’s not shower water.

“So you meant it, hm? You like when Daddy manhandles you like this?” He growls in your ear, fingers holding you in place by the neck as he picks you up and splits you open on his cock. Once again, you’re reminded of just how small you are. “Now, take my cock like a good girl, yeah?”

You can’t do anything except nod and he pounds into you. Your back is slick with water against the tiled wall, but his strength is unforgiving, holding you there without so much as a slip even as he takes your breath away. Your fingers travel to your belly where you feel his girth move with every vicious stroke. 

God, it’s everything you’d hoped it would be.

 “T-Toshi…a-ah! G-Gonna…fuck, Toshi, I’m gonna cum!” You warn, writhing against the wall.

“Ah, ah, not until you ask.” He teases, his teeth biting into your neck and marring the already-blemished skin with yet another mark.

“Please! Please, Daddy, can I cum?”

And it’s a good thing he mutters his ascent because you’re not sure you’d be able to hold off even if he told you two. White-hot fireworks explode in your vision, accenting by the splashing water around you both as Toshinori slams his hips into you, cumming with a brutal roar.

It only takes a moment before he’s using his soft, deft touches again to check on you.

“Oh, there’s so much bruising. Are you alright, beloved? I didn’t want to, but you–”

“Toshinori Yagi,” You grunt, managing the strength to keep your eyes open for another minute longer. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

And he laughs as you flop limply against his chest to make your point.

Continue with Day 19

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[come-away-with-me87]

Rival's Embrace

This one-shot is based on the lovely prompt request I received from an anonymous user: "Can you do something cute but kind of angsty, where Aizawa sees y/n talking to another man & possibly crying in the arms of another man, Aizawa misunderstands the situation and gets upset, but in reality that guy is just y/n’s cousin visiting from out of town who he has never met before. (to make things interesting what if y/ns cousin has the quirk to make people cry? so think miss joke but with crying instead of laughing and he uses it to help people open up since he’s a therapist.) Y/n wanted to introduce them but Aizawa gets angry before y/n has a chance to explain?"

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Pairings: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x Fem!Reader

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The moment you laid eyes on Shouta Aizawa, you knew he was going to be in your life in one way or another. It sounded corny, but it was the truth. Of all places, you met him in the grocery store when you were backing away from a shelf and accidentally bumped into him, knocking the items he had out of his hands. You had turned around to start profusely apologizing, but as soon as you looked into his eyes, you felt your whole body go hot. You had managed to mumble out an apology, but you were awe-struck by the man in front of you. Evidently, he had felt the same way because you two exchanged numbers right there in the store, and after a series of cute and flirty texts, you went on your first date three days later. At one point during your date, you decided to disclose to him that you didn't have a Quirk, thinking that would be a dealbreaker for Eraserhead. "It doesn't matter whether you have a Quirk or not, you seem like a kind person, and that's what matters the most."

That was three months ago, and you two had been inseparable since then. You were already falling deeply in love with Shouta, and you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. The only thing was, you were too scared to tell him. You were in love once before. Two years ago, you were dating a man named Yuki. You were together for about six months, and you had fallen in love with him. As it turned out, he didn't end up feeling the same way; he was planning to break up with you as he had fallen in love with someone else. To say you were heartbroken was an understatement. While you had mostly healed from the situation, you were scared to tell another man you loved him out of fear of him not feeling the same way. So you made the decision to not say anything to Shouta.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Shouta asked, breaking you out of your trance. You two were at your house. You had cooked him dinner, and now you were snuggled up on the couch watching a movie. "Oh! Sorry, got a little lost in my thoughts there," you replied. "Anything you want to talk about?" He was so sweet, however, you didn't have the gumption to tell him the truth. "No no, everything is okay," you smiled over to him and gave him a quick kiss. Your answer seemed to satisfy him as he didn't inquire any further. You continued to watch the movie until it was finished, and before you said your goodbyes for the evening, Shouta cupped your face into his hands, looking into your eyes, and kissed you deeply. He was definitely paying attention to you. You bid each other goodnight, and he was off into the night.

Throughout the course of your courtship, you had met little Eri, who you developed a close relationship with as well. You had also met his friends Hizashi Yamada and Toshinori Yagi, who you squealed at when you first met. You were meeting the infamous All Might! You may have been Quirkless, but you admired everything that All Might did for the people, even if he was now retired. On your side, Shouta had met your sister, Naomi, and your best friend, Aya. You had yet to meet each other's parents, but you knew that would come with time if things kept progressing the way they were.

****** One day over the weekend, you were cleaning your house when you heard a knock on your door. You weren't expecting company that day, so you were curious as to who it could be. When you looked out your peephole on the door, you genuinely smiled and opened the door, "Ren!" Ren was your cousin on your dad's side who was born just a month before you. He was married to a lovely woman named Akiko, and they had two beautiful children together. Ren was also a therapist, which came in handy with his Quirk; he was born with the Quirk to make people cry. He really could have taken his Quirk and become a complete menace to society, but he was raised right and used his Quirk to help people in therapy.

"Ren! What in the world are you doing here? I haven't seen you in ages!" you exclaimed while giving him a big hug. "Hey Y/N, I'm sorry to drop by unannounced! I'm in town for the day for a conference that starts in about two hours, so I figured I would drop by beforehand to visit my favorite cousin!" You couldn't help but smile at him in return, "it's so nice to see you, it's been much too long. We need to get the fam together for a reunion." You stepped aside to let him in. "Agreed, it has been too long. My life is crazy between work and the two little ones. I thank the universe every day for Akiko; I couldn't do it without her." You nodded your head, "she's an amazing woman, indeed. We all loved her the moment we met her." You continued, "hey, it's a beautiful day outside. How about I go get changed, and we go for a walk in the park around the corner? We can catch up!" Ren replied, "that sounds great!"

You went to your bedroom and got changed into a yellow sundress and white sneakers, and you two began your descent over to the park. On the short walk over, Ren caught you up to speed on the family. Everyone was doing very well, just busy living their lives. He brought up your reunion idea, saying that would be something he would implement and make happen within the next six months. "That would be great, Ren. I really do miss everyone." You two walked around the park and caught up some more, until you eventually found an empty bench to sit on. "So I'm going to tell you this, but don't tell the rest of the family yet, not even my parents; only Naomi knows. But I've been seeing someone for a few months, his name is Shouta." Ren whipped his head over to look at you, "that's great, Y/N! Out of curiosity, though, why don't you want anyone else to know?"

"I'm scared," you simply replied. Ren cocked his head to the side and looked at you inquisitively. "What are you scared of, Y/N?" he asked you in a serious tone of voice. Great, he was going into therapist mode on you. You took a deep breath, "I'm scared because I'm falling in love with Shouta. You remember Yuki, right? I was in love with him, too. Introduced him to the family and the whole shebang. Well, other than Naomi, I never told the rest of the family that he broke up with me because he fell in love with someone else. As far as they know, they think we just grew apart." You continued, "I'm scared to tell Shouta I'm falling in love with him. What if he doesn't feel the same way about me?" At this point, Ren put his arm around your shoulders, "oh, Y/N..." You rested your head on his shoulder and felt yourself beginning to tear up.

"You better not be using your Quirk on me right now," you said in between sniffles. "That's the ironic thing, Y/N, I'm not using it." You pulled your head up and looked at him, "you're not?" "Not at all," he replied with a small smile. "Huh," was all you could muster out before resting your head on his shoulder again, tears continued to stream out of your eyes. Ren tightened his grip on your shoulders, taking his other hand to pat you on the head. Out of nowhere, you felt like a small gush of wind rushed past you. Curious as to what that was, you pulled your head off of Ren's shoulder and looked behind you. It was Shouta, and he was walking fast. "Shouta...?" you whispered, wondering why he didn't stop to say hello. Then it hit you like a ton of bricks. Oh god. "SHOUTA, WAIT!" you yelled as you shot off the bench to try and go after him. It was too late, though, he was walking so fast that you'd never catch up to him.

You sat back down on the bench and crouched over, putting your head in your hands. Ren put his hand on your back, "Y/N, what was that about?" You looked back up at Ren and sighed, "that was Shouta that I was just telling you about." Ren looked confused, "why didn't he stop and say hi? I would have loved the opportunity to meet him." Ren was an intelligent man, but could be so, so dense at times. "Ren, imagine being in Shouta's shoes right now. Witnessing the girl you've been seeing, crying in another man's embrace." Ren took a moment, and you could tell that the realization finally hit him. "Oh. OH. He has no idea we're family. He probably thinks he just caught you cheating on him." You looked over at Ren, tears streaming down your face, "exactly."

Ren stood up from the bench first, "Y/N, please go straighten that out with him. I know if I saw Akiko out in another man's arms, I would assume the worst." You stood up, too. "I'm going to call him right now. I'm so sorry to cut this short." Ren just shook his head from side to side, "don't worry about that, I have to get going to my conference anyway." You two hugged once more, and he promised to keep you up to speed on the family reunion. After he walked away, you pulled your phone out of your clutch and dialed Shouta. No answer. You hung up and dialed him again. Still no answer. You tried one more time. Right to voicemail. Great, he either turned his phone off or is blocking your calls. You groaned out loud, and started to walk back to your house. On your walk home, you sent Shouta a text: "Shouta, please call me. I promise that wasn't what it looked like, I can explain everything."

You got home, and awaited Shouta's call or text. You sat down in your living room and tried to put something mindless on the television, but you couldn't focus on what was on. You felt sick to your stomach over what Shouta must be thinking of you right now. You got up from the couch, and started to pace back and forth in your kitchen. What should you do? You didn't want to lose Shouta over something that was truly innocent. He had only been in your life for a few months, but now that he was in it, you couldn't picture a life without him. The realization suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks. You calmly walked back to your living room and sat back down: you weren't falling in love with Shouta, you were in love with him. You needed to take action on this before it was too late and you lost him forever.

You grabbed your keys and clutch, and ran out to your car. The Heights Alliance campus wasn't very far from where you lived, but you still broke every driving law on the way over there. You needed to see Shouta. You arrived at the campus in record time, slammed your car door shut, and ran to the buzz-in system that permitted you access to the campus. You were about to press the button for Shouta's dorm when you stopped short; he wasn't going to open the door for you. He wouldn't even take your calls or respond to your text. Besides, you didn't know whether or not he was home. Instead, you pressed the button for Hizashi's dorm, hoping he was home and that he would let you into the dorms. Luck seemed to be on your side for the first time that day as Hizashi answered the call. You briefly explained the situation to him, and he buzzed you in.

You ran into the building, up the stairs and down the hall until you finally reached the door to Shouta's dorm. You didn't care how maniacal you looked, you started pounding on the door, hoping to the heavens he was home. Luck seemed to be on your side for a second time that day as you heard footsteps coming to the door. The door finally opened, and there stood Shouta, frowning. His eyes were also more bloodshot than usual, and slightly swollen. Had he been crying? The thought of him crying tore your heart into shreds. "Shouta, may I please come in? I promise I can explain everything." Shouta didn't say a word to you, he just stepped aside to let you in. You put your head down and walked past him until you reached the living area. He closed the door shut, and followed you. You turned around and faced him, "Shouta, that wasn't what it looked like."

"Oh?" he replied, "because to me it looked like you were crying in another man's arms. Y/N, if you wanted to see other people, you should have said something from the beginning." You looked down at the floor and started crying again, "Shouta, please. I don't want anyone else. The man you saw me with was my cousin, Ren." Shouta froze at your words, "your...cousin?" You went on to explain everything to him, from Ren's unexpected visit, and without going into detail, to your conversation in the park. Shouta sat down on the couch, and motioned for you to sit down next to him. "But why were you crying in his arms?" he asked. You looked over at Shouta with tear-filled eyes, and simply stated, "because I love you." Shouta then looked at you with wide eyes, "Y/N..."

You had never told him about what happened with Yuki. He knew that you had been in a relationship about two years ago, but you never went into detail about why your relationship ended. You had told him the same thing you had told your family, that you two had grown apart. "I was in love once before, and when I went to tell him, he left me. He was in love with someone else." Shouta put his hand over yours on the couch; his touch felt warm and welcoming. "How come you never told me any of this?" You looked over to him once again, "I was afraid of the same thing happening again." Shouta suddenly pulled you towards him into an embrace, and rubbed his hand up and down your back, "Y/N, I am so sorry for jumping to conclusions. All I could see was red when I saw him holding you. I'm not proud of it, but jealousy and anger was all I felt in that moment, thinking of another man touching you."

He briefly pulled away from the embrace, put his finger under your chin and lifted your head so you were face-to-face with him. "Sweet girl, I also love you." You looked into his eyes, and could see the emotion behind his eyes. He meant what he said. "You do?" was all you could muster out, tears streaming down your face. He pulled you back his embrace, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. "Shouta, I'm in love with you. I don't want anyone else. You're the only one I want. I've been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I was too scared." Shouta looked at you and sweetly replied, "you never have to be scared of telling me how you feel. Even if it takes the rest of our lives, I will show you how much I love you." With that, he pulled your face towards his and kissed you deeply. You were still crying, but now, they were tears of happiness. The man you loved, loved you back, and your heart was full. ****** A few months later, you got an invitation in the mail to your family reunion. Shouta happened to be over at your house at the time, and you smiled when you opened the invitation. "Looks like Ren actually made it happen," you thought out loud. "Made what happen, sweet girl?" Shouta replied. You went on to explain how when Ren had visited you all those months ago, he would make sure a family reunion would happen. "And look at this," you pointed at the invitation, "it says I could bring a plus-one. What do you say? I think it's about time you met the rest of my family." Shouta smiled over at you, "I would love nothing more."

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I dont know if you still accept requests for all might, but if you do "You thought you could get away with this, didnt you?" - with new young teacher/secretary for all might who doesnt know all might and toshinori are the same person, kinda flirty and close to midnight, during end of year celebration she flirts with aizawa making all might jealous, so he thinks turning into muscle form would win her but she is dissapointed toshinori isnt there, so he drags her to the roof of the buildi

Toshinori Yagi jealousy

CW: insecurity, jealousy, gn reader but fem intended, rushed writing,

A/N: I'm sorry this took nearly three months for me to write :(

He did not expect the new teacher they were getting to be so attractive.  He introduces himself on the first day as “Toshinori Yagi” instead of “All Might”.  The goal for him was to start becoming more accustomed to his life without hero work, and he figured that he could start off on a good foot by starting to use his real name instead of his hero name.  He quickly learns that you’re close with Midnight, as you seem to go to her first with questions, and that the two of you hangout during lunch break.  You make a few comments to him about how you like his hair or his suit, and he wants to believe that they’re just friendly compliments, but the way you look at him tells him otherwise.  He’s not at all experienced with romance, and to be fair, he had generally accepted the fact that he would die single.  So overall, he has no idea how to deal with your flirting, he just thanks you, and hopes that’ll be okay.  And over time, he starts to fall for you. He knows it’s stupid, and that you’re just being playful, but he can’t help it. There are small signs that he’s into you, and most of the other teachers pick up on them.  You may not notice them, but Midnight does hint at them occasionally.  And you do grow fond of his face and kind personality. At the end of the year, the UA staff throw a celebration, and everyone looks forward to it.  But the night before, Toshinori unintentionally eavesdrops on your conversation with Aizawa, and he can pick up on the flirty tone in your voice. It immediately dampens his mood. He knew that Aizawa was better looking than him, and younger by nearly 25 years.  Despite thinking that you’d choose Aizawa over him, he felt the need to impress you during the party.  And so the next night, he arrived in his muscle form, and his best suit.  When he caught sight of you, he had to force himself not to stare.  You were stunning, your outfit looking amazing on you.  He pretty much made a beeline for you. The surprised look on your face confused him a bit, and he got the sense that you didn’t recognize him when you introduced yourself.  You were obviously not expecting THE All Might to be there, but you weren’t complaining.  But after a little you started to get worried, as you hadn’t seen Toshinori at all.  You couldn’t think of a reason he wouldn’t come, aside from his health problems, which made you even more concerned.  And while you were looking around, Aizawa approached you, striking up a conversation about the students and things surrounding the next year.  Toshinori however, was watching the conversation go down, and it made him a little nervous.  You had a worried smile on your face, as you talked with Aizawa, and eventually you excused yourself to go outside and call Toshinori. He quickly followed you out and got your attention before you dialed his number.   He had to mentally prepare himself for the reveal, but the fact that you were actively concerned about him, made him feel somewhat better.  “Oh hey, did you need something?”  The only thing he could respond with, was transforming back into his true form, his suit now baggy on his body.  To say you were surprised would be an understatement, and frankly you felt a little stupid.  With how he transformed right in front of you, you could see the similarities between his two forms.  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”  When you expressed your confusion as to why he’d show up in his muscle form when he normally was in his true form, he felt even worse.  “I… I just wanted to impress you.” He stated.  He gathered his thoughts for a moment and confessed before you could say anything.  He tried to keep his insecurities out of it, because according to the book he read he was supposed to be confident but sincere.  And he was honestly shocked when you said you felt the same. He resisted the urge to hug you, and just smiled widely instead.

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Making Porn With The Number One Pro-Hero

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

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

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

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 2.

Writing Time: Over 4 hours (with no breaks, longest amount of time I’ve ever spent on a fic).

Word Count: 3,308.

A/N:

Day 2 of Kinktober! Enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One interview you didn’t see coming though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had never actually touched him before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All Might.

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

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

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

You blinked in shock, “Toshi?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gasped, “Toshi! Your suit!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck!

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

“Oh All Might please!” You begged.

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

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

“Miss?”

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

“Y-Yes?!” You answered.

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

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

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

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

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

“Nooo!” You whined.

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

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

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

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

“Maybe a little.” He smiled.

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

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

—///—

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

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

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

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

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

“How?” You raised an eyebrow.

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

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

“A bit, yes.” He admitted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want love?” Toshinori asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes please Daddy.”

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

I'm sorry, but the leader of the LoV was Shimura Tenko. That's the whole point. Wanting to be a hero for the outcast was the part of him that persevered since his childhood despite the grooming. I don't get why people are treating the whole name thing similar to deadnaming or something, because it was a name given to him by his abuser for a character he was creating. Real people vs. their "characters"/alter egos is one of the prominent themes of the story. Any deviation from the character comes from Shimura Tenko, the real person behind the alter ego. Shigaraki Tomura is a "character" the same way All Might, Symbol of Peace, is. He is the Symbol of Fear. It's objectively a bad thing that he was still stuck as that Symbol in the end. Reclaiming the character doesn't work as a positive thing here. It's good that Deku was focused on Tenko, the problem was that he should've seen that Tomura is Tenko too. Instead he didn't engage with anything that had to do with Tomura.

Reading helped me understand why people would prefer the Tenko version, as much as it made me realize how much I disagree with that reading.

( Not necessarily a thi-or-that-is-correct situation. The way I see it, it's just a difference in both our interpretations of the story ).

You mention only one example, but it's you go to other characters for comparison, you're gonna find another themes:

Theme 1:

alter the egos as the real selves— or at least, alter egos revealing traits of the real selves that could not be because of prejudices.

Theme 2:

reshaping / reclaiming a stereotype beyond what others might believe or think of it.

Best example? Deku.

Originally, "Deku" was a mean name for Bakugo to make fun of this weak quirkless kid. It's with the help of Ochako that Izuku reshapes Deku into a new meaning and reclaims it as his hero name. He is not hiding behind it, tho. Deku is the version of Izuku wants to be— brave, heroic, strong.

When the UA kids tell their pro-hero names, they are shaping their future and themselves. Beyond the circumstances, they are deciding who they want to be. Another example of it are "Shoto" and "Ingenium". Shoto takes back his identity as a Todoroki as something to be proud of, while Iida decides he will continue the legacy of his brother.

None of those names mean something bad per se. They are not fake realities. Those names are what helped those kids be more confident and sure about themselves.

Now, the Symbol of Peace is that bad not 'cause it was bad from the beginning.

Toshinori was right at first. Society needed a real reason to believe everything would be okay. They needed an example, a champion. If someone does the impossible, then it's not so impossible, right?

The problem with that name is that people used it as an excuse to ignore individual responsibility.

" Why would I save a child when it's not my job and there are heroes who can do it? "

" Everything bad happens because pro-heroes couldn't prevent it and not because we ignored it out of apathy until it got this bad. "

Those type of things.

The "Symbol of Peace" was destroying Toshinori and the hero society because Yagi lost control over it. It didn't belong to him anymore, it was a myth, a public figure. It wasn't even him.

All Might was created when an insane quirkless kid proved the world wrong getting a quirk and facing the biggest threat out there.

Toshinori Yagi will always be All Might and that is something good. That means hope. That means he doesn't need powers to be dangerous, just like he demonstrated on the final war.

Now, I must mention that the pro-heroes naming convention is nothing like Tomura Shigaraki's situation inside the bnha world. It shares some of the dual identities themes of the story, but when you explain the circumstances, it clicks.

Tomura Shigaraki might have been created by AFO, but to say that the identity belongs to AFO alone because he created it would mean to deny the 15 years Tomura spent living as himself, no memories of who Tenko was.

In fact, Tenko and Tomura both share the fact that they were created by an oppressive person or household that tried their best to shape him as they wanted. The only moment in bnha where Tenko / Tomura decided who he wanted to be was when he chose to keep being the leader of the League of Villains.

By the way, AFO was the Symbol of Fear and they started calling Tomura that because he was going to become AFO's new vessel. He didn't want to be the Symbol of Fear at the end, but the leader of the LOV. When he asks Deku to tell Spinner his last words, he calls himself Tomura Shigaraki and not Tenko Shimura.

The final part of your asks is something I agree with. Deku was so focused on seeing past the mask that he didn't realize part of it was not a mask at all.

Well, let me correct myself.

Deku saw it and couldn't forgive him. Deku saw it and felt unsure about whether he actually saved him or not. Deku stood there, watched everything unfold and couldn't decide if the job had been done. All Might had to reassure him in that regard and we all know how wrong Toshinori constantly is about Tomura.

In a sense, I guess you can affirm that Tomura is Tenko or that Tenko is Tomura. It's more a matter of preference or interpretation what do you want to call him from here on (so far).

[super-paper]

Truly Yours: A Defense of "Iron Might"

"My dear, In the midst of hate, I found within me an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found within me an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found within me an invincible calm. I realized, through it all, that… In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better – pushing right back "

Disclaimer: The above quote is famously misattributed to Camus-- who seemingly only wrote the midst of winter/invincible summer portion of the original piece-- and the author of the expanded quote remains unknown. Nevertheless, it fits Toshi's character perfectly.

Iron Might remains a polarizing love-or-hate-it topic within the fandom, with many fans expressing their concerns that it ruins Toshinori's character/arc. It's no secret that I fall pretty firmly on the "love" side of camp-- and as is the case with all things I love, I can't love quietly or in moderation. So here's another really really really long post on all the reasons why I love it, and why I don't feel that this was character assassination in the slightest.

Breaking the key points down, I aim to discuss:

A) How Iron Might acts as a sort of resolution to Toshi's complex relationship with his body and injuries, and reconciles the divide between Toshinori's body and soul.

B) How Iron Might embodies MHA's definition of "love" and acts as a love letter to everything Toshinori wants to protect and everything he's ever wanted to protect. Iron Might is not meant to be read as a suicide mission, but as Toshinori weaponizing the joy of living as "Yagi Toshinori" and pitting the weight of his entire existence against AFO.

C) How Iron Might further cements MHA as "meta-fiction" through discussion of what being "quirkless" means on a narrative level + the dismantling of popular but overdone tropes that people have come to expect in comics. Toshi is also fighting for his right to exist in a battle manga against a toxic comic nerd who thinks that Toshi's role ended in Kamino and that he contributes more to the story by dying.

D) How Iron Might functions as a narrative device (i.e. It gets Toshinori to Izuku and Tomura). This is the battlefield where Toshi's character was always destined to end up because this is where all his unfinished business is at. Simple as!

"The body and mind are two halves of a whole" Iron Might as Toshinori coming to terms with his injuries and his body:

Kicking things off with this point bc I feel like... understanding how Toshi's relationship and struggles with his own body have been a major part of his character arc is something that's, like, absolutely essential when it comes to getting an accurate read on what Iron Might means to Toshi's character. Iron Might ultimately functions as a reconciliation between Toshinori's wounded body and heroic soul, so it's a bit sad to see people repeatedly dismissing it as "ruining Toshinori's character arc" without ever taking Toshi's relationship with his own body into consideration. Like, this is not some "insignificant" part of his arc that's being prioritized over everything else:

A collection of very relevant panels! Side note: Tsukauchi fumbling the toshibowl so hard that Toshi's car seems like the better romantic choice in comparison will never stop being funny. Aiba ur the only person in that control room i respect btw.

For the longest time Toshinori has viewed his emaciated, ill body as something pathetic and shameful. His body was something he felt that he *had* to hide from the world, in order to maintain the illusion of being a hero who could never possibly succumb to evil. His injuries and the state of his body cleaved his identity/self-perception in two-- he begins the series treating his actual body as the "secret identity" instead of his authentic self. The story doesn't spoonfeed this to the readers because it expects its readers to have enough empathy to put two-and-two together on their own-- That Toshi doesn't simply struggle with the loss of OFA & "All Might/heroism" in the aftermath of Kamino, but also the loss of what he felt was his "true" body.

Toshinori is very easily read as someone who suffers from intense body dysmorphia-- and him forcibly changing himself back into his muscular form over and over again can also quite easily be read as Toshi attempting to cling to whatever time he has left with the body that doesn't make him feel like a stranger in his own skin. It's him holding onto the self he views as "actually him" for as long as he can.

Toshi's arc is something that resonates with a lot of people who have disabilities or suffer from dysphoria-- So it's frustrating when some fans decide to take the least gracious interpretation of his character and issues and run with it, instead attempting to frame Toshi as some washed up attention seeker who ~simply can't let go of his glory days~. Toshi's character has been hit with a lot of ableism both in-universe and out of it, with the fandom only really acknowledging that he's a disabled man when it conveniences them and otherwise disregarding how this aspect of him plays a major role in his arc.

Iron Might is built to specifically resemble Toshi's "ideal" body-- to the bitter cynics, this supports their idea that Toshi is unable to let go of "All Might" and hasn't learned to value himself or his life as Yagi Toshinori. To those who understand what Toshi's been going through and understand that his arc was never *just* about "living," though, it's a different story altogether. So much of Iron Might symbolizes Toshinori coming to terms with the fact that he is a disabled man, accepting that there was never anything shameful about this, accepting that it never needed to be "hidden away" for him to be a hero-- and ultimately, accepting that his body is 100% him and an undeniable aspect of what makes him a hero, no matter how injured.

"Who's that skinny guy?" KID, LET ME TELL YOU A STORY.

There is a noticeable shift in Toshi's relationship with his body during Act 3-- We go from practically begging that Toshi's true form not be exposed to the public during Kamino, to Toshi encouraging that this fight be broadcast to the world. In the aftermath of Kamino and after losing the last embers of OFA, we still see Toshi forcibly shifting into his muscle form multiple times whenever he wants to "reassure" others, even though this process obviously hurts him:

The implications behind this are obvious: Toshi is not coping with the loss of his body as well as he lets on, and all those implications finally come to a painful head during the dark hero arc.

During his meeting with Stain, Stain outright refuses to recognize Toshi's "Muscle form" as "All Might" and instead makes it clear that it was Toshi's heroic soul that earned him the right to call himself a "true hero"--and that this "soul" still exists in everyone Toshi has ever saved. It never went away. The embers of OFA might have vanished, but the flames of Toshi's own heroism remain all around him-- they keep him warm and allow him to keep shining.

Toshi begins to accept his own body for the first time after his meeting with Stain-- we see him starting to reassure his friends as his authentic self instead of scrambling to shift back into his muscle form. During his last stand against AFO, he boldly shows the world his injured back, and wordlessly asks that they still express their faith in it and feel protected by it. His injuries are a part of him and his lived reality, and they're part of what makes him a human.

"--Because a hero's back exists to reassure others!"

Toshinori's body itself is ultimately included among his blessings that he weaponizes against AFO: his bonds, his origin, and his body-- no matter how badly injured it may be-- are all what defines him as a hero. Even if his back is no longer "broad," it will always be something that reminds others that "he is here."

During this fight, Toshinori reconciles his fractured identity by finally embracing all the aspects of himself that he'd previously grown distant from. Reflecting on the life he's led as Yagi Toshinori-- the life he led before he ever became "All Might" and the life he led after receiving his injuries and losing OFA-- is what gives him the strength to laugh in AFO's face, and it's what causes the light to finally return to his eyes. In the midst of a battle between life and death, we witness Toshinori being reborn.

He fully embraces his humanity during this fight, and then weaponizes that humanity against AFO (and considering AFO's character/how AFO is constantly attempting to escape his own humanity... it's pr delightful to see him getting his shit wrecked by another "god" who fell to earth and was forced to live his as a mortal, but ultimately realized that he loved it).

The battle ends with "All Might's" iconic shading now being used for Toshi's true form-- symbolizing the reconciliation between Toshi's heroic soul and his wounded but nevertheless heroic body.

As an aside: I also feel the context surrounding Iron Might/Toshi's body touches on MHA's theme of "consent versus nonconsent" as something that separates true heroes from true villains (starting from AFO forcing a quirk on Yoichi, cumulating with Toshi offering Izuku OFA and later making it clear that the quirk requires Izuku's explicit consent to be passed on-- OFA being born from an act of utter violation and then turned into something that explicitly requires consent always been one of my favorite aspects of MHA's lore, but I digress). During Kamino, AFO forcibly exposed Toshi's body to the world in an effort to completely humiliate him and destroy the public's image of him. Now, Toshi taking his power back and exposing his true form to the world entirely on his own terms.

"All that I've been blessed with will bear its weight against you!"-- or, Iron Might as a love letter.

I've talked on this point a lot bc it's what enamored me immediately with this fight (which is really about the depth of Toshinori's love and the love others have for him and his willingness to BE loved by others -versus- a man who takes advantage of the love others have for him and is utterly unable to leave his fragile heart at the mercy of others out of fear of ppl perceiving him), so I'll try to keep it brief:

Iron Might embodies the essence of how MHA defines love (love is admiration, love is imitation, love is seeing/watching, etc) while also acting as Toshinori's love letter to everything he wants to protect (himself and his life as "Yagi Toshinori" included). It also embodies the essence of how MHA defines true heroism (those who have been blessed should use their blessings for those who have not been blessed, those who can still act must act, etc etc etc ).

Toshi would not have been able to pull off Class 1A's moves or found the best way to integrate them into a cohesive fighting style without love as imitation/watching/admiration. (again, versus AFO, who at this point just randomly fires off powerful quirks without any actual respect for how the quirks work or how they can support each other, & who doesn't admire his own student beyond his capacity for rage).

This battle is a celebration of the bonds Toshi has allowed himself to form. It's him using everything he's ever been given and everything he's ever been blessed with to fight against a man who only knows how to take things away. Toshi has learned that OFA was never what made him a hero, that he can live without OFA-- and he's pitting the weight of that life against a man who is convinced that OFA is everything, who can't move on from it, and who has built his entire existence around getting it back. AFO wins the physical battle, sure, but Toshi remains the clear winner in the war of existences.

"This story is still being written, Toshinori."

Another aside: Names are everything in MHA, and that's especially true in the final act. MHA treats names like incantations, and “Do your best, Toshinori!” is the magic spell Toshi is using to motivate himself. Hori frequently uses how a person chooses to refer to themselves during key scenes as a way of emphasizing a person's mental state. From this, we can deduce that Toshi doesn't view this fight as All Might vs. AFO-- he views this fight as Toshinori vs. AFO.

Toshinori has weaponized his blessings and bonds and is now hitting back at AFO with the full weight of his complete existence. In this fight, he carves the joy of living-- of being Yagi Toshinori-- into AFO's barren, empty soul. Every scene he flashes back to is a scene of the life he has lived as Toshinori, not as All Might. This fight, just like the rest of the war, is all about "love" in all its various forms. AFO's abuse of love (both of his own deeply hidden love and of the love others have for him) is why he cannot win in a war where love is the essential element-- love is what keeps motivating everyone in this war to keep getting up, to keep struggling, to keep reaching out, etc etc etc.

Moving on.

"I'm quirkless. Born without a role." or, Iron Might as an act of defiance against both the narrative and the expectations of the 'battle manga' genre.

MHA being an example of stealth meta-fiction is something I've talked about before, particularly so with these two posts (plus... basically any post about our favorite cringefail LARPer, AFO).

Horikoshi takes full advantage of the medium/the fact that MHA is a manga and uses every tool that's available to both tell and enhance the story, and these chapters have cemented him as someone who has mastered his craft-- The decision to draw Toshi's true self with thick/bold lines after his armor breaks, the dark shadows finally leaving his eyes, Toshi consistently referring to himself by his own name instead of his hero name, the chapter titles, the backgrounds, etc etc etc all of it. Absolutely everything has meaning.

Through Iron Might, we once again delve into how the series chooses to define "quirklessness"-- the idea that quirklessness is meant to be a disability allegory gets more or less debunked (thankfully, since MHA already has a fairly good track record with depicting ACTUAL mental and physical illnesses/disabilities), with the narrative instead framing the possession of a quirk as something that determines what "role" a person gets in life. The implication being that not having a quirk means you don't get a role, period. You don't get to shine brightly on stage, you don't even get to be an "extra." This fits into the previously established idea that society's biases against "villainous quirks" basically railroad a lot of people onto the path of villainy (plus, the treatment of heroes/villains as fictional characters by the masses instead of viewing them as actual people). But, quirks are just quirks-- they're neither good or evil, and they aren't what determine whether a person is a hero or a villain. And as such, having or not having a quirk isn't what determines whether or not someone is truly a hero.

Toshinori is now defying the narrative that states that not having a quirk means you don't get a role. At the same time, he stands up against AFO-- our resident toxic comic book fanboy who sincerely believes Toshi should have picked Kamino as the best time to "bow out" (read: die) as a character-- who spews all sorts of vile things about the state of Toshi's body and how this is the primary reason why Toshi has no place in the story. The satire practically writes itself.

Like so many other characters, Toshinori uses the "role" of All Might as a coping mechanism for much of the series. As already stated, there is a disconnect between Toshinori's body and his soul--Toshi begins to use All Might as a mask to hide his feelings, his fears, and his humanity from the rest of the world. The series draws attention to the fact that the people forgot about the heart and soul--that is, the person-- behind All Might and started treating him like a character instead of a real person, and it's made clear that Toshinori forgot, too.

AFO is still trying to hide his true self in the role of the demon king, but Toshinori is no longer trying to hide himself behind All Might. AFO thinks Toshinori should have died in Kamino because that's where his "role" as a "character" ended, but Toshinori refuses that end. Both men find their origins in fiction (AFO from captain hero, Toshinori from Anpanman) but only Toshi has managed to reconcile his identity, break free of the story, and meet AFO head on as a human instead of a character. AFO is still hiding and refusing to engage with this story as a real person.

Toshi's overshadowed eyes are also heavily implied to be a side effect of him completely losing himself in the role of "All Might," rather than merely being the result of the injury he got from AFO-- we see that his eyes were already overshadowed long before he ever received his fateful injury, and the emphasis on shadowed eyes is also a design quirk that ties him to AFO (whose eyes were constantly hidden by shadows bc he was constantly LARPing as a demon lord instead of being authentic-- To drive this bit of visual story telling home, Hori emphasizes AFO's eyes whenever the "demon king" mask starts to slip and we start seeing peeks of what an utter sad sap of a person AFO is beneath the mask). It's a clever bit of show-don't-tell and another testament to Hori's art direction. Eyes are forever the window to the heart and soul in MHA, and Toshi reconnecting with his heart and soul-- with what defines him as a person-- is what finally causes the light to return to his eyes. The mask is fully off.

"Midoriya Izuku and Yagi Toshinori ~ Midoriya Izuku and Shigaraki Tomura ~ Shigaraki Tomura and....?"-- Or, Iron Might as a Narrative Tool.

(reminds u that the pivotal/trajectory changing chapters known as 304 and 305 were titled "Midoriya Izuku and Yagi Toshinori" and "Midoriya Izuku and Tomura Shigaraki". These three are the key!)

Changing gears for a sec and speaking purely from a writer's perspective: Iron Might simply couldn't have been included at Gunga and Toshi simply couldn't have remained locked up in a surveillance room for the entirety of the final battle-- because Toshinori's final destination as a character was always supposed to be the Izuku and Tomura fight. That's where his role as a character was always supposed to reach fruition and find his resolution:

"--I want to save that little boy!"

Aura!Might shedding tears when he realizes that Izuku wants to save Tomura and that Izuku has redefined OFA as something that exists to save is one of those underrated character moments that deserves more attention, because it's like. Everything. One of the most important scenes in the series by a large margin.

Izuku's declaration tells us everything we need to know about the trajectory of the series. Aura!Might crying in response to that declaration gives us everything we need to anticipate where his character is heading and to understand why Toshi's arc isn't over until he finally reconciles his business/regrets with Tomura & OFA/Nana.

it's heavily implied that real!Toshi was crying, too, after he felt what vestige!Izuku said. His eyes are hidden, but we see him briefly wiping his tears away. (and this is one of the many things I love about MHA-- there are so many lovely little details that add so much to the story. You just gotta be willing to look for them.)

Anyway! This point really speaks for itself, so I won't get into it too much: Tomura/Izuku's battlefield is where Toshi was always supposed to end up-- it's where he obviously needs to be to wrap up the loose strings in his arc, hear Izuku's "I am here" moment, and "change fate" by Izuku's side (not necessarily just his own fate, but also Tomura's). Iron Might is just a way that gets Toshi from point A to Point B while allowing Toshinori's character to shine as brightly as possible.

TL;DR The stage is finally set, the main characters have finally assembled, and now we get to see how the grand finale plays out.

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In summation: Iron Might is sappy, sentimental, and fueled entirely by heart rather than logic-- and it's everything I love about this series.

[pikahlua]

MHA Chapter 398 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

1 弟子にして下さい でしにしてください deshi ni shite kudasai Please make me your disciple.

tagline 1 No.398　八木俊典：ライジングオリジン　　堀越耕平 ナンバー398　やぎとしのり：ライジングオリジン　　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 398 Yagi Toshinori: RAIJINGU ORIJIN   Horikoshi Kouhei No. 398 Toshinori Yagi: Rising Origin  Kouhei Horikoshi

tagline 2 飛来するのは⁉︎ ひらいするのは⁉︎ hirai suru no wa!? As for the one flying!?

sound effect キュウ KYUU [grip]

1 超酸注入 ちょうさんちゅうにゅう chousan chuunyuu Super Acid Injection

2 "ピンキー"‼︎ "PINKII"!! "'Pinky"!!

3 巻き戻ったそばから まきもどったそばから makimodotta soba kara "Right after you rewound"

4 腐食し続けちゃうなあ⁉︎ ふしょくしつづけちゃうなあ⁉︎ fushoku shi tsudzukechau naa!? "you're continuing to corrode, see!?"

5 オオルマイト OORU MAITO "ALL MIGHT" (Note: This line is written with nigori on each kana for extra emphasis.)

6 "生ゴミ"じゃなかったっけ!!? "なまゴミ"じゃなかったっけ!!? "nama GOMI" ja nakatta kke!!? "Didn't you say I was 'Raw Garbage'!!?"

1 手伝わせて下さい てつだわせてください tetudawasete kudasai "Please let me assist you."

2 バカ言え"個性"も無いんだろ？ バカいえ"こせい"もないんだろ？ BAKA ie "kosei" mo naindaro? "That's crazy talk, you don't have a quirk, right?"

3 ついてくんな tsuite kunna "Don't follow me."

4 お願いします おねがいします onegai shimasu "Please [take me on]."

5 棒切れで半径３メートルを守りな ぼうきれではんけい３メートルをまもりな boukire de hankei 3 MEETORU wo mamori na "Aren't you protecting a 3-meter radius with a stick?"

6 家族は昔殺されました かぞくはむかしころされました kazoku wa mukashi korosaremashita "My family was killed long ago."

7 私もだ わたしもだ watashi mo da "So was mine."

8 他人の復讐につき合う程暇じゃない たにんのふくしゅうにつきあうほどひまじゃない tanin no fukushuu ni tsukiau hodo hima ja nai "I don't have time to get involved with other people's revenge."

9 …許せないんです …ゆるせないんです ...yurusenaindesu "...I can't stand it."

10 奪った者が得をする世の中が… うばったものがとくをするよのなかが… ubatta mono ga toku wo suru yo no naka ga... "A world where those who steal profit..."

11 奪われた人の悲しみが憎悪に変換される…この螺旋が… うばわれたひとのかなしみがぞうおにへんかんされる…このらせんが… ubawareta hito no kanashimi ga zouo ni henkan sareru...kono rasen ga... "and the sadness of those who are robbed is transformed into hatred...this spiral..."

12 ーーで？それをどうー…… --de? sore wo dou-...... "--So? What will you do about-......"

1 皆が笑って暮らせる世の中にしたいです みんながわらってくらせるよのなかにしたいです minna ga waratte kuraseru yo no naka ni shitai desu "I want to make a world where everyone can smile and get along."

2 その為には象徴が必要です そのためにはしょうちょうがひつようです sono tame ni wa shouchou ga hitsuyou desu "For that, a symbol is necessary."

3 …何の …なんの ...nan no "...What kind?"

4 平和の へいわの heiwa no "Of peace."

5 どれだけ建物を生やして どれだけたてものをはやして dore dake tatemono wo hayashite "No matter how many buildings are rebuilt

6 復興したように見えたとしても ふっこうしたようにみえたとしても fukkou shita you ni mieta to shitemo "and things seem to recover,"

7 人は依然怯えて暮らしています ひとはいぜんおびえてくらしています hito wa izen obiete kurashite imasu "people still go on living in fear."

8 心は闇に覆われたままです こころはやみにおおわれたままです kokoro wa yami ni oowareta mama desu "Their hearts remain shrouded in darkness."

1 …力を…ひけらかせと？ …ちからを…ひけらかせと？ ...chikara wo...hikerakase to? "...You're saying you'll put on a display...of power?"

2 皆半径３メートルで手一杯です みんなはんけい３メートルでていっぱいです minna hankei 3 MEETORU de te ippai desu "Everyone has their hands full with their own 3-meter radius each."

3 だから私がやるんです だからわたしがやるんです dakara watashi ga yarundesu "That's why I will do this."

4 "無個性"には "むこせい"には "mukosei" ni wa "Because the quirkless"

5 役割がないから やくわりがないから yakuwari ga nai kara "have no assignments." (Note: This word "assignment" means also "role, part, duties, etc." Yagi is basically saying that the quirkless have no assigned role in this world, which leaves him free to take on this task.)

sign 田等院駅 たとういんえき Tatouin eki Tatooine Station

1 AFO雄英に更に接近‼︎ オール・フォー・ワンゆうえいにさらにせっきん‼︎ OORU FOO WAN yuuei ni sara ni sekkin!! "All For One is getting closer to UA!!"

2 ただ軌道がズレてる‼︎ ただきどうがズレてる‼︎ tada kidou ga ZUREteru!! "It's just that his trajectory is off!!"

3 オールマイトを追ってます‼︎ オールマイトをおってます‼︎ OORU MAITO wo ottemasu!! "He's chasing All Might!!"

1 肋骨骨折 ろっこつこっせつ rokkotsu kossetsu "Rib fracture."

2 全身打撲 ぜんしんだぼく zenshin daboku "Entire body hit."

3 呼吸器ニ異常アリ こきゅうきニいじょうアリ kokyuuki NI ijou ARI "Anomaly in respiration."

4 私もかつて同じ"若さ"を持っていた おまえもかつておなじ"わかさ"をもっていた omae (read as: watashi) mo katsute onaji "wakasa" wo motte ita You (read as: I) once had that same youth. (Note: All Might is saying this to himself, hence he's calling himself "you.")

5 オールマイトという人間が オールマイトというにんげんが OORU MAITO to iu ningen ga The person called All Might

6 そのようにしか生きられぬのだ そのようにしかいきられぬのだ sono you ni shika ikirarenu no da could not live [his life] any other way.

1 また少し幼くなったか…？ またすこしおさなくなったか…？ mata sukoshi osanaku natta ka...? Did he get a little younger again...?

2 自覚はしているのだろうか じかくはしているのだろうか jikaku wa shite iru no darou ka I wonder, is he aware of that?

3 探りを入れて我に返られるのも嫌だな… さぐりをいれてわれにかえられるのもいやだな… saguri wo irete ware ni kaerareru no mo iya da na... The injecting of the probe and returning it to me sure is unpleasant for him...

4 体内にぶち込まれた"超酸"を体外に出す為自損する程の負荷で"個性"を使った…とするとダメージによって加速度的に巻き戻しが進行する…？ たいないにぶちこまれた"ピンキー"をたいがいにだすためじそんするほどのふかで"こせい"をつかった…とするとダメージによってかそくどてきにまきもどしがしんこうする…？ tainai ni buchikomareta "PINKII (read as: chousan)" wo taigai ni dasu tame jison suru hodo no fuka de "kosei" wo tsukatta...to suru to DAMEEJI ni yotte kasokudoteki ni makimodoshi ga shinkou suru...? In order to take out the super acid that was driven inside his body, he used quirks with the burden of self-damage... If he does that, does the rewind progression accelerate due to the damage...?

5 ハハッ HAHA "Haha"

1 "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA"

2 間断なく持って来いエルクレス‼︎ かんだんなくもってこいエルクレス‼︎ kandan naku motte koi ERUKURESU!! "No pausing, bring it here, Hercules!!"

1-2 人の役に立てて嬉しい ひとのやくにたててうれしい hito no yaku ni tatete ureshii I am happy to be of help to people.

3 がんばれっ‼︎ ganbare!! Go for it!!

4 がんばろうっ!!! ganbarou!!! Let's do our best!!!

1 なあ⁉︎ naa!? Right!?

2 スラスター"ウラビティ" SURASUTAA "URABITI" "Thruster 'Uravity',"

3 "インゲニウム" "INGENIUMU" "'Ingenium',"

4 出力全開‼︎ しゅつりょくぜんかい‼︎ shutsuryoku zenkai!! "Power output at full throttle!!"

5 勝とうぜ！ かとうぜ！ katou ze! Let's win!

6 ーーーーーー… ------...

7 ーー戦ってる…！ ーーたたかってる…！ --tatakatteru...! --They're fighting...!

1 オールマイト‼︎ OORU MAITO!! All Might!!

1 緑谷少年‼︎ みどりやしょうねん‼︎ Midoriya-shounen!! Young Midoriya!!

tagline オールマイトの奮戦…デクに届くーー‼︎ オールマイトのふんせん…デクにとどくーー‼︎ OORU MAITO no funsen...DEKU ni todoku--!! All Might's struggle...reaches Deku--!!

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for the love of god can the people please get a cockwarming small might req, possibly where it started as just a way to recover if his injury flared during ur usual sex but now hes just into it on its own? i will bow and scrape until my goddam back breaks🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 just started an unbelievably boring job and thinking abt your all might posts are giving me life thru these 8 hour shifts like truly thank you from the shareholders at yagi thirst incorporated

warnings: smut, suggestive themes, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, Small Might form, slight nipple play word count: 0.7k pairings: Toshinori Yagi/Small Might x Fem!Reader summary: Toshinori takes a long time to be comfortable to make love to you, and yet you drive him crazy. one night he gets a cramp and he can't quite perform, but he finds himself so excited and happy to be so close to you. a/n: Thank you soooo much for this one! I really hope you enjoy and thank you for enjoying my thirst for All Might!

He knew he’d never be the same man as before, but you were falling in love with him despite his differences. Even if he was thinking that he wasn’t worthy of love, you were right there to show him that he was wrong. Slowly, you began to make him feel alive again. Toshinori Yagi could proudly say that he wanted to live.

Sex was a whole other thing. It was slow. He would always pull away whenever your make out sessions got a little too heavy. He was always willing to bring you pleasure, but never would he allow you to do it to him. Not only did the thought of you seeing his scar terrify him, but also you knowing he didn’t have the same stamina as before just made him feel even more insecure.

It all started one night when he finally decided to make love to you. He spends a long time focused on you and your pleasure, but he makes it known that he’s going to make love to you. And the first time you make love, it’s romantic and loving and it hits all the right spots. You find yourself dreaming about it for days to come.

Eventually, Toshinori also grows very addicted to the feeling. He loves being able to fuck you in the morning before he has to leave for work. At night whenever he’s feeling very needy and clingy, he fucks you really hard and deep. The man finds himself even more insatiable than he was when he was a young teenager. It’s like something snapped in his brain and you were stirring up his hormones quite a bit.

One night, he has you beneath him, pumping into you deeply. You two share such sweet kisses as he fucks you with precision. All of a sudden, he coughs up blood and he slows himself down. He feels like something is wrong. He looks down at you and you can see the hatred for himself in his eyes. He wants to just disappear and be swallowed up by the ground.

Then you reach up and gently wipe the blood away from his mouth with your fingers. “Toshi, are you okay?”

Just the gentleness of your motions and actions has him shuddering. He’s still inside of you, and still very hard. But his side hurts and the scar is throbbing for the first time in a long time. When you look up at him again, you see the worry on his face.

“Just…I’m sore, honey.”

You pull him in for a very tender kiss, not caring that there’s still blood on his lips. You hold onto him, allowing him to stay so deep inside of you as you rub his back and gently soothe him. Toshinori lays his head on your breasts, sighing happily. Just being connected to you like this makes him feel so safe, so loved and so happy.

The next time that you two make love, he offers to take you in the spooning position. He spreads your thighs, slipping into you from behind. Both of you moan as he bottoms out, and instead of him continuing a pace, he just settles behind you and wraps his arm around you.

“Just let me enjoy the feeling of you, honey.”

Your fingers intertwine as he presses kisses to your neck and your shoulder. Your walls flutter around his girth, causing him to grunt. The feeling of just resting while being deep inside of you makes him feel dizzy. It’s the greatest feeling to just be so connected to you like this. He can easily grab onto your hips and push deeper into you.

Then his hand slowly moves up to your sides, the fingertips are calloused and rough but feel so heavenly on your soft skin. You shudder and look at him over your shoulder. Toshinori has this beautiful look of love on his face as your gaze locks, despite the awkward position to look at him.

“My angel,” he murmurs softly as he leans in to press even more kisses to your neck. “I could never get tired of holding you so close like this.”

His fingers graze over your skin, making the hair on your body stand on end. Then he gently cups your breast, slowly rocking his hips. He tweaks your nipple, making you moan just for him. He can take it so slow for the both of you, and if things get a little too out of hand, he can easily just settle down, stop and stay buried deep inside of you.

You two have all night…and every night to be close to one another.

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MILF :: YAGI T0SHIN0RI ●’◡’●

[ kinktober | day 14 ] ●’◡’●

🖊 synopsis : You’re a single mother, trying to get by. Your son has been hanging out with his friends more and more often, leaving you all alone for hours on end. Good news is that nice neighbor of yours seems like good company.

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It was almost noon, this is usually the time you pick up your son from school. But he asked you this morning if he can visit his friends house after school.

You said yes. After all, he did ask you first, and it was a Friday.

Yes, ever since your son has been busy hanging out with his friends more often, you found yourself almost alone in the house with almost nothing to do. You could only clean and prepare dinner for so long till it becomes tedious. Watching tv was a drag, and you could only watch the same thing over and over till you became numb.

Maybe you needed a hobby? Or the need of a fluffy companion to devote love and affection to that you couldn’t give the same to your teen son anymore without him rolling his eyes and pushing you away by saying he wasn’t a baby any more. To which your eyes would somber a little.

It’s true, he wasn’t your baby anymore. He’s detaching from your nest, little by little. You understood that it was to be expected. He was becoming more independent and wanted to be left with his own things.

And besides, that ment more time with that cute neighbor of yours.

Oops, did you mean cute?

A subtle knock at your door perked your ears. You ran up the door, opening it to see,

“Toshinori..!” Surprise in your tone, not expecting to see him this early. “Didn’t mean to startle you,” he spoke, rubbing the back of his neck.

“They let me off early, and I wanted to see if you were home so we can-you know what never mind, you’re probably busy-“ He stuttered up, second thinking himself.

Self deprecating at the fact he was probably an annoying creep for wanting to hang out with you this early. You were probably just being nice the first couple of times you invited him over. He would hate to force you into letting him hang out with you—

Before he could turn away, you grabbed his arm. “Wait no-it’s okay, my son just left for practice with his friends.” You reassured him. “And you’re more than welcome to come over anytime, don’t worry-please, come in.” You hope you didn’t sound too desperate.

You noticed you were holding his arm for quite awhile, so warm. You immediately let go, your face feeling lightheaded and hot. “If you want to, of course...”

Toshinori faintly smiled in response. The reassurance was enough to accept your hospitality and let himself in.

You two sat beside each other on the couch, laughs erupted from you two after Toshinori told you about his day. Something to do with his ringtone being heard by his colleagues. He said he couldn’t be more embarrassed.

Your conversations with Toshinori would always spark something in you. Like you’ve regained confidence enough that you can talk about almost anything with him!

What you didn’t notice was how long you two were talking. The sunset looked like it was about to retire soon. Guess time flies.

“Well, it’s almost getting late.” He cleared his throat, breaking the conversation. “I’m sure your son might be on his way home, right?” He asked, concerned as he saw the sunset make the sky turn luminous red orange.

“Actually, my son texted me earlier; saying that he’ll stay in at his friends house tonight..” The tone you spoke was somber. Toshinori took notice immediately. It wouldn’t hurt to stay a little bit more...

It seemed only right. You didn’t say it, but he can tell by the way you sounded and how you shifted your body nervously on the couch. You needed someone. He could tell from your past small talk and hourly long conversations, that you were hiding yourself from him. You’re bottling up something.

“It’ll be fine though, you should probably go get some rest, Toshi.” You faintly smiled at him, hiding behind a calm facade that you hope he didn’t notice.

Toshinori would hate to leave now. A fake smile didn’t suit you. He had to admit that after having these talks with you over the past few weeks together, he’s found to like you more than a friend. It didn’t matter to him if you already had a kid that was old enough to almost reach high school.

He knew that the thought of a relationship with younger women was nonexistent. It’s been a long while since he’s dated anyone.

“I honestly don’t feel right leaving you all alone tonight,” He came close to her, their shoulders touching slightly. She perked up a bit, almost feeling a warm tingle around her stomach. “I have a small feeling we’re both keeping something from each other that we’re not saying.”

All she could do at that moment was have her hands grasp onto his thin shoulders softly, and slowly making her hands travel to the back of his warm neck.

He followed swiftly after by having his arms wrap around her lower back. He honestly didn’t think he would be this close to a women in a long while. It only seemed like yesterday where he first met her as they check their respective mailboxes at the same time.

And now he’s here. Lips softly meeting hers, as she pulls him in closer. There’s a slight intense feeling in the air as they both kiss other and have their hands roam free around each other’s upper bodies.

Both of you tightly embraced each other as things got more rough. Holy fuck, it was like a switch went off for you two. You've repressed from ever doing anything sinful since becoming a mother, and gosh did it finally feel oh so good just grinding onto your neighbor's skinny but fit body.

Toshi is just glad he isn't in his muscle form right now because oh boy, he most likely couldn't hold himself back if that were the case.

Kissing and feeling his soft thin lips, you felt sparks in your stomach. You're definitely not pulling away or stopping anytime soon. You could hear Toshi's soft moan into the kiss as you slid your tongue to meet his own. Was it slobbery? Oh yes. But none of you had the time to complain. It felt like your first make-out session back in high school behind the bleachers. It felt dirty, something we had to hide in plain sight but at the same time didn't care who walked into your apartment right now.

Suddenly, you pinned Toshi down onto the couch cushion, falling on top of him. You laughed a little, relishing at the position you put yourselves into. Your poor sweet innocent neighbour Toshi could only laugh a little hiding that sweet blush on his face. He had to admit, being a hero for almost a decade, he never saw this coming.

He also did realize how turned on he was just from having you take over his body like that.

Yeah, he could get used to this.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, Toshi..” You chirped, a little bit of pride and flirtatious energy came over you. It felt so good to let all your temptations wash away and finally be the dirty milf you always held back from being. Until now…

Toshi meanwhile had his eyes bulging out of his sockets, sweating profusely, and the sharp and painful hardness of his cock for how sexy you’re being right now. He doesn’t wanna hold back either but there’s a bit of a small problem.

You tugged the waist of his pants, you licked your lips after taking a peek…

“Holy sh—“

You stopped your big mouth from saying any more profanity, eyes looking up at your neighbor with shock but also playfulness.

Toshi laughed nervously but immediately apologized.

“Yeah, I’m alot bigger than average…” he said lowly.

No kidding! His cock was almost as large as a pornstar’s. It's not as grossly veiny, thank goodness. For its perturbing size, it actually looked soft.

You pushed him to sit up on the couch, which he obeyed. You got up from the couch and to the floor, on your knees in front of him. Toshi heavily sighed and spread his legs apart, seeing you devilishly lick your lips. He swore he saw a thirst in your eyes.

You gently took his cock to your hand, pumping up and down at a slow soft pace to help him ease a little. The first touch had Toshi groaning, lifting his head back on the couch in delight.

It’s been so damn long since he’s had a handjob or any action you had to guess. He’s already pre-cumming just from you lightly squeezing his cock alone. As your stroking him, your mind is racing at the idea of how much he’s gonna cum all together.

Fuck, now that would be an amazing sight to see.

You slowly brought your face closer to his cock. You felt like your mouth was watering as you tease his cock by giving it small kitten licks across just the tip.

Toshi hitched his breath in response and had his thighs shivering a bit.

He opened his eyes, seeing you and caressing your cheeks. How sweet.

You smiled warmly as you licked up his pre cum. It wasn’t as bad, to be honest. A bit bitter but not as salty. The tip of his cock was soft and fun to suck to make up for it.

“I’ll come soon if you —negh!” His words were hard to get through. Still stroking his cock meanwhile.

“If you keep going like this…” He breathed out.

You hummed in delight, it feels so unbelievably good to have this much power over him.

“What me to sit on that cock of yours, Toshi ~?” You smirked with precum on the corner of your lips.

“Please my dear.” He replied out of breath, closing his eyes.

You ceased from stroking his dick. The tip was nice and hard, and it was slightly red and twitching from the friction that you caused from your hand. Oh yeah, he was definitely close now.

You settled yourself on his lap after tossing aside your pants and laced panties on the living room floor.

You grasped onto his shoulder while he held onto your thighs to help you adjust. Now here you both were, staring into each other’s eyes warmly as you felt his throbbing wet cock underneath your pussy lips.

You were excited beyond measure.

You aimed his cock right in your pussy, ready to fill him inside you.

You look at Toshi with a warm warning. He gave you the go ahead and the second he said yes, you slowly pushed him inside your walls.

Toshi let out hiss between his lips, feeling the warmth of your walls just slide in so soft and smooth. Fuck, it’s been so damn long since he felt this way.

He could feel the corner of his lips drooling in delight. Biting his lip to cease anymore drool but this feeling was just too damn good…

His quick hands both made their way, cupping your waist. You gasped by the sudden action but your mind wandered with glee seeing your shy and mild-mannered neighbor have such a dominant streak in him!

As he cupped your waist with both hands, he pulled you down further into his cock.

“O-oh!! Fuck yes!” You cried in delight. You wanted all your praises to be heard loud and clear.

Toshi kicked it up a notch and pulled you into him with up and down friction. Even though he was in his small form, he could still display some level of strength.

You adjusted your legs, further spreading them for more of his cock to fit in. You’re glad that you were already wet enough to fit him inside you in the first place, you swore the more he thrusted loosely, the more thicker his cock was getting.

As Toshi thrusted himself into you, his body was getting hotter and slick by the second. He pulled your body closer to his, having his arms wrapped around your back.

You could hear his deep moans and cursing in your ear as he fucked you deeper.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, you could feel his heartbeat on your chest.

“You..feel amazing..” He breathed out.

You hummed in delight as you felt his thick cock thrust your inner walls, feeling the tip kiss your womb. You wouldn't lie, you've definitely thought of having Toshi's cum filled inside you. Gods, the idea of being knocked up by your cute neighbor is so tempting!

Toshinori could feel himself getting close, your pussy was getting tighter which made him hiss in delight. Plush grabbing your thick thighs felt nice to hold as he roughly thrusted into you. He really felt like he could go all out with you! The more rough he was, the more you moaned in delight. Why didn’t he do this sooner???

“O-oh!”

“I-I’m getting close…” Toshi softly whimpered. “M-me too!” You pulled him closer to chest, your lips close to his ear..

“Cum in me, Toshi…” you pleated after

Toshinori came right there on the spot! His body shaken as his seed coated your pussy. You could feel his warm cum as you sighed in delight.

Toshinori pulled out, his thick cock retracting back to its original size as he pulled up his pants, unbuttoned. He sat on the couch and pulled your body in as you laid down and took up the couch space.

Toshinori hanged his head back as he catched his breath. It’s been a long time since he had that feeling. It felt like your pussy milked him dry. Not that he was complaining.

You suddenly asked if he could get you a wet wipe from the bathroom. Toshinori immediately panicked and apologized, pulling his pants as he walked to the bathroom. You chuckled a bit. He is too cute for his own good.

Toshinori came back with the whole pack. He must’ve overthinked how much you wanted and settled bringing the whole pack.

You took one from the dispenser. “Thank you, Toshi.” You wiped yourself up and immediately threw it in the trash. Your neighbor was pretty silent and seemed to have something on his mind. You assured him soon after. “I’m on the pill, don’t worry.” You chuckled. Toshinori immediately let out a sigh of relief.

“I would’ve told you during it, if I wasn’t.” You added.

Toshi chuckled lightly as a result. Although, thinking about it further, he suspected that it wouldn’t be possible for him to have conceive anyways. Especially at his advanced age. He’s lucky that he even came so hard in the first place. Feeling your pussy did a number on him that’s for sure..

“We should probably clean and spray this couch before my son gets back home…”

Toshi immediately coughed when it dawned on him.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ [ T H E - E N D ] ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

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