#toshonori

[quirkwizard]

If All Might decided to have a kid (while still holding onto OFA) what Quirk would the child manifest? Would they be Quirkless? Would they manifest one of the predecessor's Quirks, or a mix of one of them and the parents?

Well, Izuku is his kid and he has "One For All". Case Closed.

Joking aside, I do not believe that "One For All" or anything related to it would be passed onto the next generation. "One For All" isn't passed on like a traditional Quirk. It's given out and added to a person's body. It's not truly part of Toshinori's body or his genetics, so there shouldn't be anything passed on to a kid. It'd be like having a hair or eye transplant and expecting that to be passed on to the child. Heck, it's more likely that Toshinori's parents would have a greater influence on the resulting Quirk than "One For All". Now, would they be Quirkless? Who knows. There isn't any evidence of people who are Quirkless and how they interact with the process of passing on Quirks. Mathematically, it likely wouldn't matter. With how much Quirks have steamrolled the human genome and how rare Quirkless people are, it's more likely they just end up a direct inheritance of whatever the Quirk of Mrs. Toshonori was rather then be Quirkless. 

[izukuneedshugs]

My Hero Academia but it’s Hospital/Medical AU, these are the “roles”:

Izuku: General Surgical resident. (Special interest in trauma) (Struggling to pay debts from med school.)

Bakugo: General Surgical resident. (He’s giving a much more likable version of Dr. Romano from ER. Also has special interest in vascular and trauma)

Todoroki: Surgical resident…His dad owns the hospital/is a head surgeon or some 💩 (special interest in trauma)

Kaminari: 💯 a peds nurse. (Approved by my friend, actual peds nurse. He will be a pediatrician in the future.)

Uraraka: (If not an EMT) ER nurse? 👀 (maybe even in peds because, well, Yamada.)

Iida: Everyone’s worst nightmare… legal/risk management.

Hitoshi: Neuro surgery or psychiatric residency.

Kirishima: Surgical assistant (or EMT) 🚑

Ojiro: Tbh he’s giving Physical therapist vibes.

Mina: Emergency Medicine or anesthesiology💊

Tokoyami: Trauma Surgical residency OR Orthopedic.

Tsu: EMT or current ENT residency.

Ayoama: Aspiring to be a plastic surgeon to make people beautiful again but for now he’s an MS working part time in the office/desk.

Mineta: wanted to be an OBGYN but he ends up transferred in two days for obvious reasons… 🫠 is now a nurse.

Sero: EMT or honestly the burn unit 🤷‍♀️

Koda: Emergency medicine 💯 no doubt

Sato: Dietary or… hear me out… OBGYN 🙌🩺

Hagakure: Social services or labour and delivery 👶🏼

Teachers————

Aizawa: Attending surgical physician (Takes a lot of hits for his residents, mostly Izuku and Bakugo, but also is the reason Izuku takes up a hospital bed so often bc he’s a universal blood donor and that shit is liquid gold he intends to use for how many times he’s saved that idiots life.)

Yagi: Trauma Surgeon/Attending.

Yamada: Pediatrician 💯👶🏼🩺 (Or ENT)

Nezu: He runs this bitch. Duh.

Snipe: Surgeon/attending.

Kurose: Trauma Surgeon/Attending. (Poss. EMT)

Ectoplasm: Urologist.

Midnight: Anesthesiologist without a doubt. (Takes Mina under her wing a lot)



Vlad King: Colorectal or dietary. 

Hawks: Trauma Surgeon.

Endeavor: Chief of surgery. Owns hospital.

Villains/Patients————

AFO: Trauma surgeon from a different hospital. He hates Yagi and anyone affiliated with him passionately because he made a surgical “mistake” that resulted in the death of his brother, which he blames both Toshonori and the hospital for.

Dabi: Endeavor springs him out of trouble often by trying to keep his burn victims alive. He’s the local arsonist, but they don’t know it yet. He’s single handedly filled the burn unit. But he needs therapy more than a jail cell, according to his sister.

Toga: A young, homeless girl who needs psychiatric help but refuses to seek it if she can’t be around her current obsession(s)— Uraraka and Izuku, who she stalks and later abducts.

Shigaraki: Stalks Izuku Midoriya. Not because he wants him— but because he wants to become him as part of his disorder (DID). He believes Izuku Midoriya is his “brother” who stole his life. He also believes that his mentor/attending, AFO, wants what is best for him- but in reality he just needs someone to pin the blame on for any surgical mishaps in the future, or better yet, a future surgeon able to compete with Yagi’s new favorite.

Kurogiri: An EMT who doesn’t trust UA hospital after a surgical procedure gone wrong, he is often in trouble for directing patients anywhere but UA hospital when possible. He has also taken Tomura under his wing in terms of living together and caring for him as if his own son.

Moonfish: Cannibal/serial killer under Hitoshi’s (if psychiatrists) watch, who one day escapes the hospital and attempts to kill/eat Kaminari (who matches his VP).

Mr. Compress: A pediatrician who plants mistrust in his patients with UA hospital, an issue brought to light when a woman panics and refuses medical treatment for her nephew because of rumors he has planted.

Magne: An abusive asshole who you somehow kill off in the end, just make sure someone has the ability to save him but chooses not to in Greys Anatomy stick elevator scene.

Twice: Multi personality disorder patient who is often a good time to be around, walks around aimlessly, talks with the kiddos. He’s not really a “villain” in this universe but more of a man lost in his own mind, per usual.

Lady Nagant: A woman with PTSD who snaps. Former patient of AFO, who tried to convince her to seek care at his hospital, but she is unsure where to go. Eventually she learns to trust Izuku Midoriya after a drunken night at the bar leads to her getting shot, which he must save her life.

[jajna]

It's a grand mix of fanart and OC action tonight JUST LIKE IT SHOULD BE! <3 Herman is not giving Jackie a break. Dragora's mun are planning on cutting the djinns hair. Xhuuya got 'surprised' by fireworks at a festival. Toshinori's hair are golden silk <3 My hero academia/Toshonori (c) Kōhei Horikoshi Jackie and Herman @greekceltic Dragora @lotuseaterdragora Huugin @thoughtfulraven Xhuuya @onsilentwings

[khonaker]

I love these ideas so much🥹 (and glad to see someone else remembers Dark Crystal!)

I liked to think that once Midoriya unlocks Black Whip, Toshonori immediately talks with Fumikage to either get pointers or help Izuku learn how to control them utilize it since Dark Shadow and Black Whip work similarly!

@khonaker ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT!

Tokoyami and dark shadow have loved all might from a young age as most children have although their reasoning is a bit different from others. All Might is completely terrifying. He sends fear into hearts of villains and is like a god amongst men, a creature of vengeance and justice. His devastating power holds the potential for great destruction but he wields it with such precision and control that he can use it help others. He also has a good sense of humor XD When tokoyami says all might is “like a god” he means it literally and thinks of him as a god and treats him as such. His opinion changed after seeing him in person and realized he’s just a guy but for a long time he was a really big inspiration for tokoyami and shadow for what kind of hero they want to be. He is like their second favorite hero after dark crystal.

Due to this hero/god worship they were very nervous about talking with him one on one just because they didn’t want to make a fool of themselves. When all might gave them that hug during the sports festival it meant a lot and they were secretly fanboying I’m sure of it. Obviously he also gave tokoyami the advice to train his body as well and I mean if all might was the one telling him to do it he sure as hell isn’t going to let him down.

Tokoyami was obviously shown to be very animated when All Might was fighting AFO. He has a great deal of faith in the symbol of peace that it broke his usual emotional composure, he must have been very worried about him.

While all might is definitely focused on Midoriya and needs to learn more teaching skills he’s definitely good at being uplifting and encouraging to his students. Most people forget all might made midoriya a personalized work out plan so he actually knows a lot about how to help other people train their bodies. He probably made work out routines for all of his classes best suited for their fighting style and matching their quirks abilities. Tokoyami definitely focuses on core and leg workouts because he fights with his legs and needs to hold himself up when shadow is carrying him.

You would have to be completely blind to miss the power dark shadow has. Toshinori certainly catches on and is very interested in Tokoyami’s potential, the more he watches though the more interested he becomes by picking up on dark shadows behavior as well. Dark Shadow acts very different from Tokoyami, they laugh at his puns and jokes, they are playful and energetic while tokoyami is serious and refined. Sentient quirks are quite rare, especially not when he was born since only 50% of the population had quirks at all back then, but dark shadow is on a whole other level of “alive”. While most people his age would laugh off the idea of a truly sapient quirk toshinori isn’t your average man and takes it in stride. He awkwardly goes about trying to bond with these strange birds (including embarrassing himself with misconceptions but he is really trying) and dark shadow is delighted to have THE All Might’s attention.

I don’t think there is anything monumental about their relationship, it’s just all might being a true hero to everyone he meets and inspiring them. He talks to tokoyami about his health at one point and how it’s important to take care of his emotional and physical needs. If he keeps pushing himself too hard, he will just burn himself out. Tokoyami was so determined to become faster (like hawks) he forgot to slow down and prioritize himself over his work. He will do well to remember this from now on.

I really love All Might and I want tokoyami to interact with him more so much! I want to see him and shadow making dad jokes and tokoyami suffering from them.

(All Might offers tokoyami some water while he sits in the shade to let shadow recharge)

[awesomeshadowedninja]

After All These Years (All Might x Reader)

Hi guys, this is part 2 to A Hero’s Sacrifice, if you haven’t read it please do. But, you don’t have to. That’s just at All Might’s point of view. Anyways, yeah. I just want to post these stories because they keep me up at night and it’s like I have to write them down. This one’s a little longer though. 

Warnings: None. 

Summary: You are still in love with the number one hero after fifteen years of his departure until life decided you two aren’t quite finish yet.

“Can you believe it? The great All Might, number one hero, is- I can’t believe it! What’s left of a great man is nothing but a scrawny and weak man! Can you see this? His true form!” Tears fell from your eyes as the camera zoomed in on the beaten, bloody and broken All Might. The man that broke your heart. But even to this day, there were feelings there that were strong and vivid. How could you stop loving him? His face was literally everywhere, taunting and reminding you of the pain. But you pushed those feelings aside and worried for the blonde haired blue eyes man. You were concerned and already analysing the wounds on his body, they were very serious. 

That was the day that All Might could finally be Toshinori Yagi. 

The day you thought would perhaps hate and forget about him.

But, boy were you wrong.

For the next few weeks, his face appeared everywhere. His beautiful skinny and lanky form was the headline on every newspaper article, blog, tv show, truck, busses, trains. It was everywhere. That was the part of him that made you love him the most. Made you want him. Don’t get me wrong, the muscles and firm weren’t ugly but when he revealed to you Toshinori Nagi, you knew it was a sign of his trust.

Glaring at the picture on your phone, rage bubbled inside of you as you remembered the words written on that damned piece of paper. ‘I don’t love you anymore.’ At first you cried for days and tried and tried to call the man but he blocked you, literally blocked you out of his life. Shunned and rejected all your efforts of seeking security and comfort. It tormented you of how you weren't enough for the great hero. Nothing about you wasn’t good enough. All your love and dedication wasn’t enough for the man to stay. 

In fact that was a constant insecurity of yours during your relationship with the Toshinori Yagi. To which he would prove with smooth and silky whispers of why he loved you, why he wanted and needed you. Then seal it when a long night full of passionate love making.

But you understood, one day you weren’t worth it anymore. 

You were plain. 

To be honest you were really mundane. You didn’t even have the uniqueness of being quirkless, instead stuck with a quirk of rapid healing abilities through a kiss but it only stretched that far. You worked a normal job, being the owner of a small restaurant that swerved traditional japanese food with the odd American dish. In fact, that’s how you met All Might. He was a regular customer that came to eat once a week. But since your restaurant was on the poorer and less populated side of town, not a lot of young people came, only the old folk who looked for somewhere peaceful and homie, kept your business going. Until one night, All Might decided to ask you if you’d join him and of course you did - after the blushes and stutters - and from then on, every Friday night he ate dinner with you. 

Hell, even the way you met was ordinary. Toshinori didn’t save you from an evil super villain or clash into you as you were walking down a busy road. 

That was probably why he left because you were boring.

All the thoughts caused you to throw the phone away as you flopped on your bed, pondering back into the past. It wasn’t healthy to dwell so much on the times of fifteen years ago, but you couldn’t help it. You were still fiercely in love with him. 

You tried to move on.

Dated a few guys over the years, even got married once but it still wasn’t the same.. There wasn’t the spark. The chemistry. It was as if you just settled for them because they were there. And they didn’t make you laugh or smile or feel the way Toshinori did. 

He was so different. 

Passionate and determined. 

It was ride or die with him.

After several hours of tossing and turning, reminiscing on the past, you decided to go for a walk. Maybe a stroll would help tire you out and give you a better place to think. Instead of the plain yellow walls of your lonely house that reminded you of All Might. So, grabbing the warm coat that hung up on your wall and slipping into your shoes, you left the house and stepped into the bitter cold of the early morning.

The morning you woke up to find the empty house and bed, you thought it was one of All Might’s supposed to be funny pranks. But after calling and waiting patiently all day for the man, you still had hope. Still believed it was a prank. Until months later, you realised he wasn’t coming back. He was gone.

To say it broke you was an understatement. 

It shattered your soul. The very fibre of your being at the time was taken over by pain, grief and sorrow like someone had punched a hole into your heart. There were many days and nights of laying on your couch watching television with all the channels that did not have All Might on it. Wasting your days away. Everywhere you went, there was his smile that tortured you. Saying how happier he was without you. How much he was doing fine without you. That he really meant that he didn’t love you.

You started to have nightmares of him. Some were sweet, like a dream but then you’d wake up and become crushed by the brutal honesty of reality. To wake up alone and cold. Empty bed. Empty room. Empty house. Even on the nights when there was someone next you. You even dreamt of memories you had of him, the ones that you were fond of. Like the one where you were able to watch him train with some other heroes. Although no one really understood why you were there or why All Might escorted you, according to your Toshinori it was because you were a huge fan that won a pass of somesort. But the truth of the matter was that you wanted to see him train. Begged and pestered All Might for weeks, until he finally caved. You could still hear his laugh ringing in your ears or the words of encouragement he gave his fellow heros or the way he’d scream-

“Plus Ultra!” Yeah, it sounded exactly like that.

Without warning a sudden slab of concrete started falling down rapidly on top of your frame. You were taken aback for a second because these situations don’t happen to people like you. Opening your mouth to scream, a sudden flash of green came into view and you caught the glimpse of a boy no older than 15 punching the slab to nothing but rubble.

“Everything’s going to be alright now...because I’m here.” And within seconds I was suddenly sitting on a bus stop further away from where the debris was falling and I watched the flash of green, pummel a villain across the sky and far away. I was shocked and taken back.

“W-what just happened?” Inquiring to myself, I noticed the boy that just saved my life plummeted to the ground and was clearly unconscious. “Oh no.” As if on instinct my body moved and quickly let the boy fall on me before he hit the solid ground which would surely have broken a few bones. “Ow.” Grumbling under my breath, I quickly held the boy and checked to see if he had any injuries. But it seemed his arm was bruised but not broken. “I should call the cops and ambulance.” Muttering to myself, I reached for my phone and dialed the police’s number and looked down at the boy as if he’d suddenly die.

“...All Might…” The freckled kid muttered under his breath and I froze. Remembering the flash of green and what he said as he saved me from my death. It reminded me of him. Toshinori Yagi. All Might. The power, the smile, the determination. All of it reminded me of him. And the next thing I knew, I carried the boy on my back and headed back to my place to tend to his injuries.

What are you doing? You should call the police and let the ambulance take care of him. Biting my bottom lip nervously, I eyed the teenager lying on my couch with no injuries , just obvious signs of exhaustion. What is wrong with you? Just because he reminds you of All Might doesn’t mean you should have taken the kid. Hell, this is considered a kidnapping. I let out a sigh but still didn’t make a move to call the police or ambulance, the only way I was going to calm my nerves was to cook. 

Yes, perfect idea.

Cook your problems away.

Soon enough the teen woke up from his slumber just in time for a hot meal, where I could thank and explain the situation. This is so stupid. I am a thirty one year old woman and here I was acting from my feelings like a little high school girl. Baka.

“How do you like it? Is it good enough?” Asking the male with a small smile, he scratched the back of his head and nodded politely. Eagerly bouncing his head up and down. “I know this may seem strange, that I suddenly brought you back to my place. Please don’t take it the wrong way. You, you just reminded me of someone and...you can call your parents or police if you want to.” Bowing my head in shame, I felt my cheeks redden out of embarrassment.

“N-no it's fine. In fact you saved me back there, I would be in trouble right now if you didn’t save me. Not just from the police, but from my Mother but also my men-teacher. I’m not really supposed to be beating up villains.” His cheeks turned red as he admitted the truth but I laughed. It’s been awhile since I had company. It was nice really. “But I couldn’t stop myself, there were no heroes around and I was there. And my body is just...it…”

“It moved as if on instinct. Like you didn’t have to think but instantly reacted like you were meant to be there.” I finished the young aspiring heroes question while slurping up the noodles and soup in my bowl. He widened his eyes and nodded proudly and happily.

“Y-yeah! Exactly that. Say, were you a hero?” I laughed at his idea and nearly choked on my food. Me? A hero? Oh no, I did not like violence of any sort. Small or big. It wasn’t just in my nature. That’s why I am the way I am. Normal.

“Oh no, no, no. Someone really close to me would tell me stories of what it was like being a hero.” A proud grin itched my lips as I recalled the nights where I wouldn’t be able to sleep and would ask Toshinori to tell me what it was like. He’d hold me close and gush about the feeling. It almost made me want to be one, just to understand that thrill. That primal drive and instinct.

“Woah! Sugoi. He sounds like a great man.” Something sparkled behind his innocent doe eyes. I watched as he dug into the hot meal in front of him like he hadn’t eaten at all. It was hard to believe that an innocent kid like him had a dangerous and deadly power. 

“Yeah, the greatest.” I muttered under my breath and smiled. “What’s your name kiddo?” 

“Hmm…” The freckled kid quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and gave me a warm smile. “My hero name is Deku but my real name is Izuku Midoriya.” Izuku Midoriya huh? I’m gonna remember that. The boy who saved my life with a smile. I nodded and continued to eat my meal.

Midoriya and I chatted for a while, he told me about his aspirations and dreams of becoming the number one hero like All Might. He also showed me a notebook full of different heroes and their weaknesses and strengths, along with some of his friends from his school. He was going to be a fine hero. I thought as I listened intently into the things he was saying. So fiery and youthful. It really has been a long time since these walls heard another’s laughter and voice. I was grateful. He helped clean up and even stayed a little while longer just to talk with me. I’m pretty sure he could tell I was a lonely woman by the evidence of no other person living in the house. No photos. No other shoes. No mess. I felt kinda embarrassed but pushed those feelings aside.

“You know- I mean who’s this?” Midoriya suddenly questioned and held a picture frame of a old photo of me and Toshinori, in his original form and we were both smiling and happy. A sudden pain hit my chest at the sight. I’m sure I hid that photo. 

“Oh that…” I stared at the picture. It was our first official date where he took me out to a festival night as Toshinori and we decided to leave the mass crowd to go walk by the beach. I took the photo since I had a polaroid camera back then. We were both younger. “That’s just an old picture of a man I loved once.” Still loved. 

“Oh...what happened?”  Midoriya really seemed interested and intrigued which took me by surprise. When I was his age, I grimaced at the idea of romance finding it completely boring. Mind you, I was a late bloomer. My childish, naive and innocent ways of thinking still seeped in from time to time, even at this age. 

“Uh, it just didn’t work out. He wanted to follow another path that didn’t involve me in it.” Answering honestly, a few tears slid down my cheeks as the memory of the still adamant turmoil stung me once again. But I quickly wiped the tears away and politely took the photo off of the young boy to put it away.

“I’m sorry.” Midoriya apologised as if it were his fault. But I laughed and shook my head. He pouted his bottom lip as if he knew something was up, tears burning at the corners of his eyes. This kid was really emotional. He wiped his tears away with the back of his sleeve. “I just...I know someone that went through that.” Midoriya replied and I gave him a sympathetic smile, pulling him into my arms as a way to say, it’s not your fault. 

“It’s okay. It’s really okay. It’s not your fault.” He was strange. I thought and pulled away at the sound of someone knocking at the door. “That must be your teacher.” I piped up and watched as his eyes widened in shock. Attitude completely changed. I then turned to answer the door, because it would be rude  to leave a guest standing outside in the cold. 

“W-wait...there’s something I need to te-” Midoriya attempted to irk at me but it was too late, another familiar deep and silky smooth voice interrupted. My heart dropped at the sound. The sound I’ve been longing for, for years. I stood in shock as I saw the familiar mop of blonde hair although rough and messy, he still looked like the old him. I was lost for words and was in complete shock.

“I deeply apologise for my student’s behaviour. Please forgive him, it was my fault that I didn’t keep a closer eye on the young boy. I apologise for any inconvenience this may have caused. I am very very so-”

“T-toshinori..” I whispered just above my breath so that the male could hear, I watched his whole body tense and freeze on the spot. 

Fifteen years I waited for your return. 

Fifteen long and miserable years of dark days and happy days.

Fifteen years of trying to move on

Fifteen years of heartache.

All the emotions over the past years suddenly caught up to me in that single moment, rage, happiness, sorrow, anxiety, depression, loneliness, shock and frustration. It all swirled inside of me like a deep ache. My body felt completely exhausted as if the lack of sleep suddenly caught up. I gripped the door knob tightly in my hand as hot tears fell from my orbs one by one, timid and slow. 

Toshinori stayed bowing for a long time as if he was afraid to look up at me. Afraid to see me again after all these years. As if I had an affect on him? As if he still loved me? As if….Then our eyes locked. Brown and blue. It was like living a dream, a need that suddenly came back to life. But I didn’t expect for it to look like this. Both messy and worn out. 

I let my eyes delicately study his features as if breathing him for the first time and he did the same, licking me up with his eyes like it was the first time we met. Although the years might have not done me any good, it seemed as if Toshinori had gotten even hotter. Others might disagree but I didn’t really care what others thought. I drummed to my own beat. He had more stress lines but seemed a lot more buff even in his state like this. Like he’s been working out. The irises of blue were no longer as dark as they were fifteen years ago, they seemed lighter, more sky-like instead of staring into the pools to the ocean. Hair grown darker, no longer that kind of easy going blonde but now worn out and unhealthy. He seemed exhausted. Tired. Lonely and miserable. Or maybe I was making that up. Either way it felt real. I took a step closer to the male who didn’t dare to tear his watch away. Smile now dropped into a thin line. His clothes were still baggy on him but I didn’t mind. In fact, I missed it. I missed him so much.

Fifteen long years, I waited for you. 

And I should hate you. 

Hate you so much.

But, I can’t.

I should.

But love is funny like that.

I even set up a whole speech of what I would say to you if we ever met,  I would slap you, scream at you, give you a piece of my mind. Make you feel my pain and hurt. Make you suffer like I did. Just so you could understand how lonely I’ve been all these years. However, you didn’t seem that well put together. In fact you looked just as bad as me. You look as if you haven’t had a proper meal, a proper kiss, a proper love. These years haven’t been as great as you let on. I thought to myself as I took steady steps towards the man I gave my heart to a long time ago. His hands reached out to touch my face and touched me with so much tenderness, it felt as if he was afraid I would fall apart. Or fade. Or run. But I didn’t. Instead I jumped on  Toshinori and held him like he would crumble. My arms finally embracing and feeling the familiarity of his body. Even after all these years, we still fit like two perfect pieces of a puzzle.

He held me just as tight, burying himself into me and inhaled my scent just as I did his. 

I started to wail, my voice muffled by his clothes and shoulder. He heard me though. He felt it too. I felt it in the way he embraced me like Toshinori was forcing us to become one. I could feel his heartbeat against my own, fast yet finally complete.

After all these years.

[tekuo]

an au where midoriya grew up looking up to yagi toshinori, all might's quirkless secretary instead of all might himself would be so cute??

like,, imagine midoriya's first time meeting all might after being saved from the sludge villain, completely bypassing the fact that all might is there (in the flesh!!) and going on a rant about how "yagi toshinori has been a huge inspiration to me" and all might who's just,, so touched that someone's inspired by the part of him that's vastly overshadowed by his hero person and goes "o-oh"

[sp00kworm]

Since you gave permission to send an ask... I'm going to request a MHA Pro: feel free to ignore/delete if it doesn't feel like a helpful prompt. (Have at it as far as if you wanna stay SFW or go NSFW.)

So, All-Might (either form) with a non-quirk s/o (AFAB/GN) who admits they want to try to build muscle and strength, but doesn't feel confident in their capability or really know how to go about it.

(Please excuse any request faux pas I perform, I am new to this. Accept my preemptive apologies.)

A Personal Trainer is Here!

Pairing: All Might/Yagi Toshinori x Gender Neutral Reader

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A sigh. Another sigh. Toshinori wasn’t the most astute man, but he knew when something was bothering you. It was obvious in the long sighs and distant looks out of the window.

“Are you okay?” Toshinori asked as he placed a hot green tea in front of you, his blue eyes concerned.

Your fingers brushed as you took the cup of hot tea from him, “I’m fine. I’m just not looking forward to work tomorrow.” You lied as you rubbed the back of your neck.

Toshinori hummed before he sat next to you and turned his head, his two long bands flapping against his shoulders, “Are you sure it’s just work?”

You cringed at his perceptive look, “It’s just...silly.”

“It’s not silly if it’s making you upset.” He said as he reached for his glass of water, clutching at his side as the aches pierced up his ribs. He still suffered with alot of phantom and real pain in the mess of scarring on his side.

It was silly. It was silly to the man who had once been a God among men.

With another little sigh you dared to tell him, “I want to start working out and weightlifting but I have no idea where to start... and it’s just frustrating me.”

Toshonori’s eyes widened as he listened before he sputtered, “And why is that silly?!” He clenched his fist before taking hold of your other hand gently, holding it in a tight grip. The symbol of peace wasn’t a ripped goliath anymore but with more time for himself he’d been eating correctly, as the doctors instructed, and was slowly putting back on some weight and muscle. A lot of it was soft food, high in calories, but it seemed to be doing him good. You held his hand back and smiled as his enthusiasm.

“Do you know anyone that could help me?” You asked, not wanting to be a burden on Toshonori’s already stretched time.

He looked to the wall and tapped his chin with a hum, the deep shadows around his eyes hiding his bright blue irises for a moment, “I could help you? I have some time after classes on a Thursday. That day is the only day Midoriya does his own training...”

You smiled and squeezed the hero’ hand with a small laugh, “I’d like that. Who would have guessed? Private lessons from the symbol of peace himself.” You teased.

Toshinori spluttered again, his face red with embarrassment as he reached and coughed. You panicked and clutched him tight apologising as blood trickled from his nose and mouth.

“You’re too cute!” He wheezed as you rushed to grab him tissues, coughing blood between his fingers.

“Gosh! Toshinori, you can’t worry me like this!” You fussed as you brought him the box of tissues and a glass of water, ensuring that he mopped all the blood from his mouth before you let him have a small drink, “You have to be careful!”

“I know, I know.” He cleared his throat and flapped his hand before he gave you a wonderful grin, “But you are so cute like that you have to forgive an old man for his weaknesses!”

Thursday afternoon rolled around quickly, and you smiled as you saw Toshinori stood a little ways inside the UA gym. The staff and children got special access to the latest equipment, but you were sure you would only need the basics. The thin, skeletal hero turned when he saw you approaching and smiled with his goofy teeth, waving a giant hand as he watched you approach.

“Hey, Toshi.” You greeted as you leaned up to kiss his cheek, turning him apple red on the tops of his cheeks.

“Hello. How was your day?” He asked quietly as he led you to the building with a bag in hand. He was dressed in one of the UA uniforms for the instructors, his tracksuit top zipped up to his neck. He was cold easily these days, so it wasn’t uncommon to see him in a few layers when the days were a little wintery.

“It was good!” You told him, “There was a lovely kid who came in to order a special coffee for his grandma. Turns out she used to run an old café and loves vanilla lattes!” You cooed before you looked at Toshinori and smiled, “But its nice to be finished and to spend time with you.”

“I think so too. I…” He rubbed the back of his neck, “I feel like I don’t make enough time for you, peach. This is going to be nice, just you and me.”

“It’s been a while. I’m…excited? I think?” You laughed.

“Nice?” Toshinori hummed before he grinned cheekily, “It might not be so nice when I’m finished with you.”

“This isn’t going to be like Midoriya’s training, is it?” You swallowed thickly as Toshinori opened the door for you both, letting you inside before he followed you.

“I know what you are capable of, peach, and you are not in need of such a thing.” Toshinori reached over and stroked the top of your head before he pointed at the weights and smiled, “Lets get started with something small.”

“And so, the torture starts!” You joked as you headed to the weights.

“It won’t be torture!” Toshinori stuttered as he carefully handed you two five-kilogram weights.

“I’m going to be so tired, Toshi! I’ve never done this before.” You lamented, “I don’t want to look… small or pathetic.”

Toshinori shook his head, his shaggy blond hair flopping around before he reached and tilted your chin upwards. Nervously, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and then each of your cheeks, “You are going to do fine!” He cheered as he squished your cheeks softly, “I will make sure of it. Together we can get through this, plus ultra!” He joked with a small wheeze and a cough.

You blushed before returning his kiss softly and giving him a hug, “Thanks, Toshi.”

Toshinori blushed with embarrassment before he hugged you, “You’re welcome, peach.”

[hazelolive]

Hes a beautiful ray of sunshine!

h h hh h why is he so perfect in so many ways

[nightfall-kachiniko]

UA Tecahers/ Pro’s reacting to you telling them someone made a inappropriate comment towards you

………………………………………………………………………

Toshonori/ all might

“Hey uhm.. Mr. might?” You said looking at the small scrawny man who was one of your teachers. You were at the mini party cleberating the new pro hero’s. He looked back at you “oh, Young L/N, you enjoying yourself?”

“Y-yeah! No everything’s good.” You rubbed the back of your neck. He stared at you for a minute, “are you sure? You seem, worried? Kind of tense.” He said.

“Ah well it’s not that big of a deal.. but uhm, just some comment someone made towards me that’s all.”

“Oh..?” Toshinori replied

“What happened.?”

“I- uhm well..” you hesitatingly fiddled with your thumbs. “Just some guy made a comment about my body..”

“They what?”

The old man looked concered, “who did?”

“It was just a 3rd year.. a- they are probably gone by now.”

“What did they say?”

You felt your head sweating, nervous of the coniquenses you thought you would face, even though Toshi knew it wasn’t your fault.

“They just said that like, ‘oh your body looks sexy’ and that stuff..”

“Do you have their name.?!” All might asked,

“I think it was.. taro? Or something like that..”

“Okay, I’ll report it to the office, thank you for telling me.”

“O-oh okay! Thank you mr.yagi”

Aizawa:

Your teacher, aizawa, had been supervising the trip you and the rest of the class took to mall to get things for summer camp. It was quite obvious you were having a bit of trouble, or maybe it was something else?

“Hey, “Y/N” your teacher called out to you, walking over to you.

“O-oh! Uhm hey mr.aizawa..!” You nervously said

“What’s going on kid?” He noticed how tense you were, unsure why.

“Uh-uhm nothing! I just was looking for something haha..” you scratched the back of your head.

“Is something upsetting you? You seem off.”

“N-nothing really!”

“What does that mean? ‘Really..?’” he said, repeating the last word of your scentence.

“Well- just this guy- it’s fine though!”

You felt the air get thicker, as you spoke, “uh huh..” your teacher said, “and may I ask what did they do?”

Your teacher eyeing you down, trying to get the situation out of you. “They uhm- they just said something-“

Your impatient teacher interupted “Well what did they say”

It was obvious your teacher knew you felt uncomfortable. You put your hands infront of you “ah- well just this comment about my chest that’s all, it’s not a big d-“

“Where are they.” He demanded, roughness in his voice

“I uhm- I just met them over at the-“

“Point to them, I wanna have a word with them”

Midnight:

“Oh dear, you seem off, what’s wrong?” One fo your teachers turned to you in the hallway, “o-oh! Uhm, nothing just someone said something to me-“

Her softness became confusion and hardness “oh-?” She said sternly

“Ah- uhm- it’s alright though”

“Was it a student?” You shook your head up and down,

“Okay- what do they look like..?”

You filled her in on the description of the kid, she nodded.

“Ugh.. guys am I right-“ she said pulling out her phone and calling the office

She’s explained the situation to nezu and got the persons teacher and name.

“Okay dear, thank you for trusting me with this. I’m sorry they said that to you.”

[creamecream]

Minasobi, mercurius/shigaraki, toshonori/seiiku

Mina/Asobi

it might be because I never really even knew Mina's name until you started bnha, and she only really shot up in importance because you cared about her, but she and Asobi are soulmates and that's it. they are made for each other and I don't care for any other Mina ship (I mean...I only really know of the one other one, so I guess that's not saying much, but I wouldn't ship Mina with anyone else even if I knew more) I mean, I'd always like to know more about how they interact, I don't think we've really covered that, how they interact, how they got together, just that they are very gay for each other? anyway, I just know I love the thought of Asobi holding Mina while they both laugh, Asobi twirling and their braids going everywhere.

Shigaraki/Mercurius

my other otp tbh, but considering that that's the other character I instantly claimed as mine, it's not really a surprise. Mercurius was the whole idea of my first bnha fan character, the child of a hero and villain, and Shigaraki is the character I claimed as my boyfriend, I love him a whole lot (shhh, I know I have absolute horrid taste, I know, I don't know why Shigaraki of all characters was who I latched ta' besides Aizawa, I don't know why those are who my brain wanted, neither of them are even my "type" I would say, my brain just wanted) I wanted Mercurius' parents to make a very clear appearance, so unfortunately Mercurius had to be too young for Aizawa, not that I have any problem with age gaps, Mercurius is an adult, but he's also newly an adult, he's like nineteen, so too young for Aizawa, but perfect for Shigaraki. just...Shigaraki like how I want Shoto to just be comforted and have a safe place, I know he's terrible and at this point there's no excuse for what he does, but he was a fearful, abused child, and I just so want him to have a safe place to not be All-For-One's heir, to just be himself, Mercurius offers that because of how he was raised, with actual compassion and loving parents, even though they got a divorce, they both love their baby so much. Mercurius learned to be gentle and care for "ugly" things from Lyna, even though her marriage to Cassius fell through that doesn't mean daddy is a bad man, and Mercurius loves his dad, it doesn't matter what others say, Mercurius can see good even when there's no good there. yes, Shigaraki will yell and hiss at anyone not trying to handle Mercurius with kid gloves, Mercurius is his precious, perfect angel, and Mercurius doesn't like that, he's not a goddamn baby, Shig, he knows what's going on, he's not dumb, but that's kinda the only thing they fight about, usually they just cuddle and sit together, they are mainly very s o f t.

I'm rambling, I think that's the most I've run on about a ship, so I'll stop (mainly because if Tumblr decides to throw a tantrum I'll have to write the whole thing over again.)

Toshonori (Allmight)/Seiiku

a really fun ship! I would like to see more of their interactions tho besides just Seiiku being tired and concerned about their husband killing himself, that is fun, of course, but gimme all the interaction. it's underrated because Allmight is hard to draw, like really, I could draw other ships if I wanted, but this I can't really, both forms of Allmight are hard. I didn't ship Allmight with anyone else so this of course is my one and only Allmight ship, though considering the only one I really see besides is with Midoriya's mom and I'm strictly against that (we haven't even seen Midoriya's dad! I refuse to make any judgments about their marriage until we see him!) so Seiiku is of course my canon, I don't care about any other ship, Toshonori and Seiiku are married and I will take no criticism on that. plus someone needs to keep Allmight from killing himself any faster than he already is.

[momomoon]

Toshinori didnt know what to say when one morning Aizawa walked up to him, determination in his eyes. He holds out a black book for him. 

"I start a new one every year." Shouta explained. "Just read it, okay?"

"Um, sure, Aizawa-kun." Toshinori smiled and set in on his desk. 

He noticed Shouta watching him like a hawk all day. It was late afternoon when Toshinori returned to his desk and picked up the book. He turned it in his hands. The spine only held the school year in silver sharpie along with Shouta's name under it. He carefully held the book and  opened the cover as if he'd smudged the long dried ink. 

The first page was blank, so he turned to the next page and found a table.of contents of sorts. An entry had been made for nearly every single day. Upon closer inspection, the contents lacked weekends and holidays with the exception of special events. Toshinori had recognized the date of the camp and the school festival. He flipped to the next page. 'First day' was written first along what seemed to be a diary entry. Shouta's thin, neat script filled the page with perfect kanji.

Toshinori scanned the page, it detailed their first meeting and Shouta's thoughts about all his new students, specifically Young Midoriya in detail. Toshinori frowned at the first impression he'd made upon Shouta, though it wasnt like it was new information. He flipped the page to the second entry. More information about his students filled the page. 

He quietly read over every single entry. Looking into Shouta's mind as a teacher was so few and far between that it was a real treat to see what Shouta thought about his students, their progress, and how he taught them. He turned to a page listing the events of the USJ Incident. Toshinori paused, not sure he wanted to read over how much of a failure he'd been. 

He cut his losses and started. Words like gratitude, saved my life, thankful, great hero, and such caught his eye. Nearly the entire entry was about how effortlessly he'd lifted the students spirits, made them feel confident again, and saved them in the nick of time. An afterthought was added about having Toshinori demonstrate with them once more had Toshinori beaming. 

Toshinori had made his way back to the dorms and he was still reading. He soaked in every piece of advice, every comment, every criticism, every word whether it was aimed at him or the other students, or even Shouta reflecting on himself. There had been quite the entry criticizing himself about what had happened at the camp and getting Young Bakugo kidnapped. It'd been hard to read. He'd even reflected on his press conference right before the events of Kamino Ward and the subsequent meetings he'd attended with the board of education. 

Toshinori quickly realized he didn't like when Shouta criticized himself. It was almost always harsh and unforgiving. This was coming from a well versed teacher, he couldn't imagine what Shouta had thought about Toshonori's own teaching abilities. It was at that moment he realized that outside of their initial first meeting as teachers, Shouta had written nothing but praise and positive criticisms of him. Words like 'he's growing', 'his lesson was pretty good, but needed...', 'the students really look to him for help and advice', and 'invite him more often' filled his mind as he smiled. 

He was in the middle of the book now and with another page turn, realized things had changed. The pages were suddenly filled with text about his students, but he also included an extra page of his thoughts about Toshinori. Toshinori grinned at the memories and laughed at odd ones like the remedial and extra lessons Shouta could come up with while making Toshinori the villain. 

Toshinori finally came to the last entry in the book. It was quite long. He read over each delicate word with wide eyes. It was an entry about their talk the other night. Toshinori took in every single character making sure he read everything right. Shouta had written nearly three pages, all of it about his own feelings that he hadn't been able to express that night. The entry ended in the middle of the third page with the words. 'I think I'm in love with Yagi-San'. 

Toshinori's breath stuttered. Of all things he expected to read in the book it was never that. He read over the words again to make sure he'd read them right. Maybe he'd read the kanji wrong? No, the words didn't change. Toshinori flushed at the confession. He'd never received a love confession. Never in his entire life. Mutual likeness, dates, a few relationships on the longer end of things were all that he'd had. Love had never been an option for him. 

He remembered that night so vividly. He'd never seen Shouta so emotional about something. His face hadn't showed it, but his voice had trembled, his words cut deep, he'd stayed with him on that cold night. When he'd said he wanted to live, it'd felt like a confession of sorts to him. He hadn't gotten his hopes up. No one wanted a washed up retired hero, or an old man with a chronic, unseen illness. Especially someone so young like Shouta. He could do so much better than him. He clenched the book I'm his hands, but let it go. This had to be some mistake. 

A knock sounded at his door. He closed the book and set it on the bed. He slid on slippers and dragged his feet to the door. Once opened, he found Shouta standing there. An anxious expression filled his flushed face. 

"Um, I could hear you thinking from next door." He lifted a hand to push his hair out of his face. 

Toshinori opened his mouth to give him an out, but Shouta stopped him. He set his fingertips to Toshinori's chapped lips. Toshinori closed his mouth. 

"I want you. Only you. I'm serious." Shouta shot him a shy smile. 

The word adorable crossed Toshinori's mind. He nodded. Shouta smiled brighter and tiptoed in his own slippers to reach Toshinori, hands set on his chest for leverage. Toshinori leaned down, closing his eyes. Their lips met in a soft kiss, Toshinori's hand tangling in Shouta's hair as he set it on his cheek. The other hand wrapped around Shouta's waist to bring him closer. 

Shouta broke the kiss first. He pulled away, searching Toshinori's eyes. Toshinori leaned in once more, capturing Shouta soft lips in his once more. He pulled away with a content sigh. 

"I think I'm in love with you, too." He whispered against Shouta's lips, bringing their foreheads together. 

Shouta slid his arms across Toshinori's torso to clasp behind him in a tight hug. Shouta set his head on Toshinori's boney shoulder, enjoying Toshinori's still larger than life presence around him. 

[bisexualsforprompto]

Anyone know any good BNHA politic aus? Something where All Might and Endeavor would be political figures (so like instead of heroes they’d be politicians).

Idk why I just really would like a Tododeku politican Au. Like Enji wants to surpass the greatest politician (and nicest) Toshonori and their sons interns (Shoto being his father’s and Izuku being All Might’s) have a secret romance

Like omg they can’t say anything and Shoto knows his dad’ll kill him if he finds out since he’s competing with Toshinori and Izuku (given that Midoryia is working with AM).

Enemies to friends to lovers as Shoto is just focused on eliminating the competition but Izuku shows him how to work with others to make the world better and they slowly get closer and establish a friendship??????? Then the babies realize they’re in loveeeee🥺🥺🥺

Please?

Pretty please?

Anyway could y’all send me this if it’s a thing

Should I just write this, I feel like it’s probably not a thing?

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

*desperately trying to come up with a good question* I what does a family dinner night look at the a-1 dorms? What students cook? What teachers sneak in? Does Mido subtlety plan Toshonori friendly food for when the man sneaks down?

- i think most nights the kids are doing their own thing for food in between homework and training.  But they try to have at least one group dinner a week.  Whoever’s in charge of dinner varies every time with small teams of three or four being in charge.  But a lot of the time kids making things by themselves make extra for others.

- Sato, Bakugou, Yaoyorozu, and Uraraka are the best cooks in the group.  Yaoyorozu sticks really hard to recipes, Uraraka and Sato use recipes as a base for experimentation, and Bakugou just throws shit at the wall and somehow it works.

- Izuku is only good at cooking a few dishes, but he’s better than anyone at them.  Whenever he wants to try something new for group night, whoever is on his team shoots him down.  Of course his big one is katsudon.

- The teachers draw straws for who gets to watch the kids on group night.  Even when the food is crappy, it’s always fun.  The kids either gather around the big tables, or sit in the living room to watch a movie together.  Any leftovers are procured back for the other teachers.

- They always have ingredients around especially for All Might should he be the one to stop by.  Everyone loves to make the number one hero happy, but most of all Izuku.  This is one of the few places he takes the time to experiment even when his teacher isn’t around.  He recruits his mom to help him out, and she sends him tips and ideas.

[scenarihoes]

could I please have a scenario of very experienced toshinori (as his true form) guiding a virgin reader through their first time? very nsfw and fluffy if you can please

yessiri!!!! this was amazing to write! SORRY FOR THE WAIT!

take it slow - toshinori yagi // reader

warnings: nsfw

Even in his true form, it never occured to you just how much smaller you were than Toshinori. His All Might form made you feel like the moon engulfed by the sun, but it never occured to you how he still could make you feel tiny even when he was without all the bulk. Or perhaps it was just the way he looked at you, took in all your form and expression with a sense of eagerness.

It only reached you when he was above you, his hands on either side of your shoulders, those glowing eyes boring into your own. When you’d first met him, it would be a lie to say they didn’t catch you unguard, but now they were your favorite piece of him. So unique, dark and shadowed with an electric blue to keep you entranced. Even now, it’s almost enough to distract you from the weight between your legs, and the condom he’s set aside which serves as a constant reminder of what’s to come. 

Almost. 

You shift beneath him, propped up on your elbows, and try to not to tense. 

“Are you uncomfortable?” He asks, and you shake your head a little too quickly. He chuckles, and those eyes close. When they reopen they’re only half lidded. “You can tell me if you are,” He leans down, presses a kiss to your lips. “This is all for you, afterall.”

You clam up beneath him. 

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” Your voice shakes.

Toshonori’s smile is as affectionate as ever, and he kisses you all over again, pressing you flat to the bed. Your hair spreads over the pillow beneath you, your hands instricticly catching the back of his head, fingers tangling into his hair. As he pulls away, you try to follow him, only laying back down when you feel his hand gently press your shoulder. 

“I’ll lead you.” He says, like it’s the easiest thing in the entire world. You flush, lips pressed into a tight line. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I feel… Stupid.” Not meeting his gaze, you fist the bedsheets. 

“There’s nothing wrong with being inexperienced.” 

“I know, I know,” Instead of clawing the sheets, you cover your burning face. “I just feel bad not knowing how to, you know… Please you back, and-… Everything like that.”

Toshinori’s hand grasps your right wrist and gently tugs so he can look at you. You blink at him shyly. 

“Do you trust me?” He asks suddenly, and you frown.

“Of course I do.”

“Then trust me right now,” He pulls your other wrist away. “Let me take care of you. Don’t worry about me.”

Though reluctantly, you nod, eyes falling. “…Okay.”

His lips are on yours almost instantly again, dropping down to lean on one of his elbows. It’s a distraction, you realize, when you feel his long fingers sliding underneath the hem of your shirt. The feeling makes you shiver in strange delight, the feeling foreign. He continues on and touches the bareness of your skin just above your waist, let’s the pads of his fingers arouse the goosebumps taking form over your whole body.

“That tickles.” You mumble against his mouth, and you can feel him smile.

“Sorry.”

His lips leave you, and for a moment you’re afraid he’s going to stop, but he instead buries his face into the crook of your neck. Your hands find his back, pressing flat along the dip of his spine and the bonyness of shoulder blades. You don’t mean to scratch him when he suddenly kisses just below your ear, but you do, and immediately draw back.

“S-Sorry!”

“Don’t be,” He hums against your skin. “I barely felt a thing.”

Toshinori is sure to spend more time marking you, alternating between nipping, sucking, and kissing the darkening spots that will likely be there in the morning. Not that you mind- You have nothing important to do other than work.

Your eyes wide. You push him off your neck.

“M-My co-workers are gonna see that!” You cry, holding him back by his shoulders. He gapes you, surprised at your outburst, but soon enough he’s back to that same warm smile.

“Ah, I see.” He takes a gentle hold of your wrist once more, brings it to his mouth and kisses it.

You flush, feeling guilty. “I-It’s not that I don’t want them to see, it’s-… It’s just…”

“I understand, ___.”

“…I’m sorry.”

He leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth, his thumbs swiping gently over your cheeks. “No reason to be. Do you still want to continue?” Despite the heat that rises to your cheeks, you nod slowly. His eyes narrow playfully. “Are you sure you want to?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” You say, and you seal the deal as you kiss him properly on the mouth. 

Staying in his place, you can feel one of his hands trailing down your body again. He plucks at the hem of your shirt, and when he starts to lift it, your breath hitches. Christ, how are you going to handle yourself if not just is enough to make your heart do a flip in your chest?

As your shirt continues it’s path up to your chest, you try to fight off the urge to shake. It’s hard, torn between wanting to focus on kissing him as you had so many times before and taking note of just how lightly he was ghosting his touches over the covered wire of your bra. Toshinori pulls away, pecks you and whispers, “Can I?”

You, of course, nod, fingers threatening to dig into the fabric of his own shirt. Your shirt comes off with ease, slipping away and leaving you chilled. He takes a moment to sit back, admire the look of you partially exposed beneath him. As he sits up, you can feel him shift between your legs again, and the feeling catches you off guard. He’s never been pressed to you like this, leaning over you on his knees, resting himself between your legs and keeping you in your place without even trying. He notices the way your breath sucks in sharply, and decides a little tease may be just what you need. He presses forward, gently taking your hips, grinds against you enough for you feel it.

“Mh-” To his dismay you cut off the noise you almost couldn’t bite down, but it’s cute all the same. 

“How did that feel?” He asks lowly, and instead of giving him a verbal response you take to pressing your palm to your eyes, nodding quickly. He chuckles and pressed forward again, this time letting out his own soft breath, eyes falling half lidded. You’re so responsive against him, already trapping his waist as you attempt to put your legs together. 

“You’re beautiful,” He tries to mask the strain in his voice. “So soft.”

Toshonori’s hands find the bare flesh of your stomach, and as he continues rutting against you rhythmically, you finally find it in yourself to look at him. His cheeks are an even darker shade of scarlet now, his eyes on you taking in every expression you had to offer. Deciding that it’s too good to pass up, he leans down, captures your lips against his own. For a moment, his hips still, and you almost whine deep in your throat until you can feel his fingers slipping behind your back. As you arch to assist him, you’re surprised when you actually feel the clasp of your bra come undone rather easily. All your life, you’d heard men could never get the bra undone without a hassle.

“Wow,” You breathe against him, trying to pretend like you aren’t shaking. “I didn’t think guy’s could do that so fast.”

He shrugs timidly. “I guess I know what I’m doing.”

You flush again when he tugs the straps out from under you, not quite exposing your breasts yet. His fingers hesitate, his eyes finding yours. You nod, bracing yourself as though there was any way you actually could. As if unwrapping a present, he still lingers. 

“What…?” You ask nervously. The trepidation only makes your nerves grow higher. 

“I-… Um…” He clears his throat and shakes his head, laughing like he can’t believe himself. “I’m nervous.”

“I-I thought you did this before?” You ask, raising a brow.

“I have, I’ve just… Never seen you like this.” He swallows. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, nodding. “I’m sure of it.”

Like it’s where they belonged, his lips are on yours again, and in one swift movement you’re exposed to him. It takes a moment for him to look, instead opting to just shutting his eyes, feeling the swell of your breast with just his hand so he could drink the gasps you can’t force back. You should have expected how skilled he would have been, but there was nothing to prepare you how easily he swipes his thumb over your nipple, pulls it away only to pinch and roll the nub between his fingers.

“T-Toshi-…!” You choke off a whimper into his mouth, eyes squeezing shut. It’s embarrassing how your muscles twitch, your back arching into the feeling on it’s own accord. 

“You’re so cute,” Toshoniri groans as he straightens his back, take’s a good look at the gift he’s unwrapped. You lay there shyly, eyes still scrunched shut as he plays with your nipple. He’s mostly talking to himself, his inner thoughts coming to life as he leans down once more to take your other nipple between his lips. He flicks it with his tongue, shuts his eyes blissfully when you gasp. Your hands tug at the blond of his hair when he abandons your other breast, trailing that hand down an imaginary path that leads to the waistline of your pants. He pauses again, eyes flickering up to yours. Not wanting to leave his spot, he just hums questioningly, and adores the way your eyes look when you peek down and nod. 

You’re waiting anxiously, it’s written all over your body. Finally he tugs your pants down just enough to show the start of your underwear, and that same anxious feeling returns to him. Sure, he’s had his partner’s in the past, but this was the first time he’d be taking someone’s virginity. Someone he valued so much, especially. 

Toshinori wanted it to be perfect for you. 

So when you arch, moan gently when he sucks at your breast while sliding your pants down even further, he feels it in his heart. And, his dick, but he mostly feels it in his heart. Though he hates it, he has to move from you in order to strip you of your jeans completely. 

Your eyes open when he’s no longer between your legs. However, it’s a lovely sight when you see him carefully sliding them off your legs, tugging them from around your feet and discarding them to the floor to join your shirt and bra in heaps. He doesn’t know you’re watching him still, and his eyes are all over you, taking in his favorite sight. It’s hard to not blush under his watching gaze, taking note of every little detail he was witnessing for the first time. God, you’re so lucky.

“Toshinori?” You suddenly chirp, and he looks up at you expectantly. Your heart hits in your throat, your mouth opening and closing with your words caught at the top of your tongue.

“What is it?” He asks, tilting his head, worry written on his features.

“N-Nothing, I just-…” You bite your lip. “I love you a lot, is all.”

It takes him a moment before your words really sink in. His eyes widen, he stares at you in what you could only describe as awe. And then, it’s gratitude, affection, it’s every soft emotion he once worried he’d never get to shower you with. You’d told him you’d loved him so many times before, but something felt different. You were sharing all of yourself with him, just him. The first and only. 

At first Toshonori’s movements are slow, but then he’s all over you again. This time it’s heated passion, like it was last time, even though this was only just the beginning. He caught your face between his fingers, shut his eyes and tilted his head to deepen the kiss you found yourself locked in. He resituated his waist between your legs, brows furrowed in concentration. 

“I’m so glad,” His breath is hot against you, his voice reering on needy now. “I love you so much.”

As much as you love having him against you like this, you can feel the building between your legs. His groin presses against yours, inadvertently rocking into you as he kisses you with fervent need. It’s only when you whimper his name, tip your head back and breathe heavy does he stop to finally pick up where he left off. 

You can’t stop the keen that leaves you when he rubs you through the thin fabric of your underwear. Immediately your fingers dig into his shirt, eyes widening and then slipping shut all over again as you feel him pull away just long enough to slip his fingers beneath the hem of your underwear. 

This is the final hurdle. He’ll have touched all of you, but he needs permission. 

You know that.

You whimper, arch and try to feel something. 

“Please, Toshi,” you whine. “Please touch me there.”

Toshinori takes care to make sure his eyes are on yours when he does. He slips your underwear off, drags it down your thigh, lifts your legs as he tugs it off and away. You’re completely open beneath him now, legs splayed open with the way they wrap around his waist, the softness of your arousal begging for attention. His breath catches in his throat before he buries his hand between your legs.

“Ngh-!” You claw at the bedsheets, thighs twitching already. 

“Is that good?” He asks, leaning over you, kissing your breast as his fingers find and torment your core. You squirm against him, nodding. He presses his thumb to your clit so he can enjoy the view he gets when he works circles against you. Your gasping moans are music to his ears, ones that he selfishly wants to hear for the rest of his life. It only makes it better when you pant, eyes cracking open. He can see all the want in your gaze. 

“More,” The neediness in your voice is all he needs to spur him on. “Please.”

“More?” He asks, still working your clit with the pad of his thumb. It’s gorgeous, watching you try to catch your breath even with pleasure coursing through your body. 

You nod. “Please, I want you.”

That goes straight to his dick. If he wasn’t hard before than he is now, taking a moment to shiver. Though he tries to not be impatient, it’s hard to contain himself with you looking at him like that, so he’ll settle to beating himself up later as he pulls away from you. Arousal eats at him like termites, and his shirt is the first thing to go. His blindness is short-lived however. As his fingers catch the waistline of his own pants, he sees you propped on your elbows. You’re looking over his physique, taking in all the details, painting a picture in your own mind as he had been with you. 

It makes him feel appreciated. Makes him feel good.

He decides to ask if you want to take it one step beyond staring.

“You can touch me, if you’d like.” 

Of course you reach out tentatively. Your fingers uncurl, brushing over his gut, before you’re shying back all over again. 

“I don’t know what where to start…”

There’s that warm affection in his chest again that makes him blush. You’re so cute, even if it’s because you’re unsure of yourself. Just that fact that you try is enough for him. He reaches out, gently takes hold of your hands and presses them to his collarbones.

“Start here.” He says, smiling fondly. 

So, you do. You start from the jutting collarbones, work your way down his chest, letting your fingers linger over the rise and fall in time with his breathing. He wonders if you can feel the quick beats of his heart. It’s when you reach his scar  that doe-eyed expression changes in something else, something a little stand-offish. You touch just the outlines of his wound, barely graze the change in skin color, your eyes finding his. For some reason, he can’t meet your gaze. 

Perhaps in a moment of confidence do you find the will to act first. You sit up, hands stroking his sides and feeling over his muscles, and your lips find his own. He kisses back eagerly, one hand finding your hair while the other cups your cheek gently. You lean into the feeling, eyes slipping shut. He feels your hands slip lower and wait above the waist of his pants. As if you were using his previous actions as a guideline, you hum in question. 

When you’re given permission you find it in yourself to tug his pants down. He shivers despite still being covered by his boxers, but she shivers even harder when he feels your palm caress the underside of his erection. 

The way he groans your name let’s you know you’re doing something right. 

“Is this good?” You cock your head to the side, watching his expression start to strain as you feel him through his clothes. With the thinness of his boxers, you’re able to map out the shape of his pride with ease, and you flush when it twitches against your fingers. His lower lip catches between his teeth, so he just nods his approval, eyes slipping shut at the sudden deftness of your fingers on him. 

But your touching is more shortlived than you’d have liked. His hands find your shoulder so he can push you to lay flat down again, the back of your head painting the pillow with your hair. He tucks himself against you and licks kisses into your mouth, ones that you’ve come to know well by now. He uses just one hand to keep himself propped up, and with your eyes shut you’re unsure where the other busies itself until you hear the shuffling of his pants. 

The kiss breaks just long enough for him to shimmy his pants the rest of the way down and off, and you find yourself tired of clothes depriving you of being surrounded by him. He’s quick to slide his boxers down, quick like he was tearing a bandaid away, and you’re sure he can feel your staring when his erection is exposed to you enticingly. 

It also hits you then and there that this was happening. Both of you stripped and bare, open to each others prying eyes and exploring fingers. He’s seen and felt all of you. As he takes the condom he’s set near the foot of the bed, you feel your breath hitch in your throat. As attractive as it is watching him slide the latex over his cock, his cheeks painted a cute red as he sees your watchful gaze, you can’t help but feel your nerves start to build in your chest. He’d washed away most of your discomfort with all his tentative touches, but looking at him, knowing what was coming next worried you start to worry.

Nerves turn into trembles when he situatites himself between your legs. 

Of course he notices.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, gently petting your cheek with a cooing voice. “Do you want to stop?”

You’re afraid, but you know you don’t want to stop. You shake your head and press your lips into a tight line. “It’s okay,” Taking in a deep breath, you look up at him. “I’m okay.”

Toshinori nods, tugs your waist flush with his, and already you want to cover your face when you feel his member underneath your lifted hips. He uses one hand to grasp himself. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” He murmurs. When you nod, he shifts to hover above you. You instinctively reach up to find purchase on his shoulders, eyes unfocused when you feel the tip of him press between your legs. His voice pulls you back to him. “Please, keep your eyes on mine.”

The raw intimacy of meeting his gaze makes you want to look away even more. It only gets worse when you feel him inside of you, pressing deeper oh so slowly. As a grunt leaves his lips you realize how he’s holding himself back. 

A sharp gasp leaves you when his hips suddenly meet yours, and you whimper as he rocks against you enough to feel it. Foreplay saved your life, your wetness having made the entrance easy. Once more Toshinori ruts against you, his eyes threatening to shut. Your heart thuds in your chest, your mind full of everything, full of him. This was the scariest part, and god it feels good. 

Your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him down for a kiss. He matches your intensity fervently, his eyes finally slipping shut in concentration. Gently, he pulls out, and you’re nervous up until he thrusts back in when he’s only halfway unsheathed. A small cry leaves you, your head tipping back, lips parted with quiet pants. 

“You okay?” He breathes. You nod and wrap your legs around him. He kisses your neck, licking a stripe up to below your ear. “Good.”

Carefully he moves above you, one arm propping himself up by his elbows, the other slowly creating a path down your body until that too snaked its way between your legs. Already open for him, he presses his fingers to your clit, and you arched into the feeling. 

The sharp cries he elicits from you only spurs him on more, his hips grinding into yours as you meet at every thrust. Your fingers on his back, your heels pressed tight into his lower back, the feeling of your sex squeezing hotly around him. It’s hard for him to not fuck you harder, grasp tight to the bedsheets and pull out all the way to the tip only to shove himself back in. You whimper in your place, torn between crying out and moaning blissfully through your pleasure. He’s all over you, touching you everywhere you need, making you feel for the first time like you’ve been lit up inside and out. 

Against the wall, the bedpost taps at the quickening pace, your keens like music to his ears. It’s all a melody, all gritty and full of skin on skin, harsh breaths, needy sounds and the longing for more. For the first time you’re full of him and still trying to get more. With your arms wrapped around him so tightly, it’s hard not to press your nails into his back as he starts to lose himself against you. He’s still holding back- rather it be for your sake or just him trying to maintain some form of control, you’re unsure. But fuck- you want more. 

“Harder.”

Toshinori almost let’s go right there. He almost gives into your plea, nearly pins your body to the plushness of the mattress and plows into you without holding back. But he doesn’t- not yet- he wants you to feel everything he’s got to offer. He wants to be able to take in every moment of you coming to your fateful end. That doesn’t stop him from letting go just enough, however, granting you of your beautiful request by rocking into you fervently. He can feel you squeezing around his cock, accommodating his size and strength despite being in his true form. His skin slaps against your own, and for just a moment the hand buried and tormenting your clit leaves. He grasps your right thigh and lifts your leg, rut’s into you deeper. You arch so perfectly against him, toss your head back and howl in delight. 

He’s starting to lose himself, and he cracks his eyes open to remind himself exactly why he’s trying to maintain enough composure to remember every last cry you make. Just as he suspected you’re nothing but beautiful underneath him, clinging tight to hold on with your red cheeks and wild hair. He can see the way your lips part, can hear all those perfect sounds escaping you with every sharp buck of his hips against your own. 

“Toshinori!” You whimper, and he has to shut his eyes all over again. He grunts low in his throat.

On the other hand you’re not holding anything back. You let yourself be pressed down, taken over. It’s so easy to let him fuck into you, grasp your right leg tight against his body just so he can sink into your heat deeper. Every part of you can’t help but shake, the pitch of you voice only heightening as you start to climb up to your release. It builds inside you, makes you fight to not tense against him. Even if you did- you’re sure it wouldn’t matter with the way he grabbed and shaped you to mold him perfectly.

Your toes curl and you claw him, eyes squeezed shut. Toshinori suddenly changes it all up on you, pausing his movements so he could hike your other leg up. He’s quick in his movements, missing the slickness of your core, but still takes a moment to grasp an unused pillow and slide it underneath your lifted hips to angle you. Ever moving, your legs end up positioned and held atop the broadness of his shoulders. You flush as you feel the head of him prodding you once more.

With your legs stable, he uses his two hands to hold your hips tight, keep you from moving away or squirming as he sheaths himself into you all over again. He buries with ease, and you moan in bliss at being filled all over again. One of his hands pet over your stomach, a soft moment of intimacy despite the stillness of his cock inside of you. 

He calls your name, and you open your eyes shyly. He pants softly, his eyes on and all over you. “You’re so beautiful.”

It’s so stupid. It’s so fucking trivial, but you press your lips into a line, turn your gaze away from his own. He laughs softly and your face grows even hotter.

“I mean it,” He says as he pulls out, rocks back into you with ease. “I’ve always thought you were an angel.”

“Toshi…” Voice trailing off at the end, you tip your head back and fist the bedsheets. He rambles on.

“Always- fuck- always perfect and making me feel so good,” his eyes close as he ruts into you, quicker now. “Fuck, ___- I wanted you the day I saw you-”

His hands are all over you, feeling every last curve, mapping out every single detail incase he might need to remember it later on. Once more his name leaves you in a twisted plea, cutting off at the sudden and sharp shove of his hips into yours. 

It seems holding back became too much of a struggle. You urge him on, anyways.

“Please, oh god, Toshinori, harder.”

Red hot pleasure fills you to the brim as he starts to fuck into you all over again. It’s more now, hotter, rough and you know he’s letting himself go just for you. Sounds escape you in scrambled words, moans, pleas, whatever you can manage through the pleasure causing you to climb your way to your peak all over again. Nothing ends, you only get closer and closer, his thrusts growing harsh and erratic but so fucking good-

The hand soothingly petting your stomach dips lower and he’s rubbing circles into your clit, and you’re stuck spread just to be split open by his cock. He marvels at the way you thrash, and then arch, toes curling and fingers digging into the sheets as you desperately try to find some sort of outlet for your aching. 

“Toshinori!”

Toshinori’s name is the only warning he gets before you come, crying out sharply as your entire body tenses around him. You walls clamp hard around his member and he can’t help but groan, speeding up just to meet you there. He’s concentrated, brows knit, his lips hanging open and finally he reaches his peak when you tighten around him in waves. Your noises spur him on even more, his body stilling only for a moment as he feels his release, hips bucking in short twitchy thrusts. He’s riding you through your pleasure and his own, your name tumbling from him like a prayer as he feels the last of his release leave him.

Everything is an aftermath. You’re shaking like a leaf and he’s still got his hands on you, holding your legs flush against him even as he heaves and tries to catch his breath. Toshinori can’t find it in himself to move yet, and he opens his eyes to see a blessing. You’re a mess, but it’s just the way it should be. 

Your chest rises and falls just as rapidly as his, your hands resting uselessly tired at either side of your head. Your hair falls everywhere- in front of you face, underneath your head, splaying over the pillow. There’s warmth in your eyes, that perfect mix of affection and that post-fucking glow he loves so much. Legs falling to loosely splay on the bed, his chest swells, and he can’t help but lean down and press a sloppy kiss to your lips as he carefully pulls out. 

He can feel your cringe at the feeling of being left empty, but then you smile against him once more in satisfaction. 

“You alright?” He sits up and removes the condom, tosses it into the garbage can at the bedside and thanks god it lands. You nod, exhausted but sated. He laughs. “That good?”

“God, yes.” Fingers find the bonyness of his face as you reach up, watching him with half lidded eyes. “You were amazing.”

Climbing off of you, Toshinori finds himself plopping right back down at your side he can turn and look at you, reach out and pet a hand down your unruly hair. The happy sight you let out, eyes slipping shut, makes him feel almost giddy. 

“You’re tired, aren’t you?” He asks, smiling. 

You nod. “Can you blame me?”

It’s true, you feel boneless and tired resting in the same spot you just got fucked into. Comfortable, safe- you don’t want to move a muscle and his soothing hand running through your hair does nothing to change that. However, those movements stop, and you whine. 

“Come on.”

“Don’t fall asleep just yet,” You feel him move beside you, and he sit’s up. “It’s everyone’s favorite part.”

You crack your eyes open. “I don’t want to moooooove.”

“We need to wash.” He laughs, reaching out to pet the softness of your exposed stomach. It twitches under his touch, and he grins. You narrow your eyes.

“Don’t you dare tickle me.”

“I won’t if you get up…”

“Fine,” You groan as you force your body back into movement. “Only because you know I hate being tickled.”

Before you feet even touch the floor, there’s arms tucking under your knees and behind your back. You’re lifted with ease, and pressed against his chest. He’s so soft with you, glowing eyes so warm they almost radiate. 

“If you were gonna pick me up, why make me move?”

“I didn’t want to have to pull you off the bed. I’m tired too, y’know.”

You giggle. “I can walk, you don’t have to carry me.”

“I like carrying you. Besides, I was rougher than I intended to be. I owe this to you, at the very least.”

Part of you wants to tell him that you loved it like that, feeling him slowly bid control farewell and welcome the feral need of being deeper, closer. You hold your tongue, however. Being treated like royalty felt nice, anyways.

“Alright then, but don’t blame me if I fall asleep.” You yawn as he sets you inside the bath with care. He sits on the edge, reaches out and turns the water on.

His chest rumbles with a laugh.

“I won’t,” He murmurs, sliding in behind you as the bathwater fills. “Feel free to get some rest. I’ll take care of you.”

Your eye cracks open. “��You’ll take care of me?”

Toshinori wraps his arms around you, rests his chin atop your head. Gingerly, he sighs. 

“Always.”

His words are sickly sweet in your ears, and that same lucky feeling makes you grin in his arms. You truly were blessed with a gift, your perfect other half. As the bathwater grew, you really felt like you were going to float away. 

[allmightismyghostwriter]

Hc for All Might with an s/o who works at UA in order to lighten his workload now that he's lost his power. (And bonus if the students had NO idea he was with someone)

When his s/o first mentions they would like to come to work with him to take off some of the workload, Toshonori is a little hesitant.

He's stubborn and wants to believe he can handle it, but his s/o twists his arm by saying "but if you're always so tired when you get home, when will we ever get to enjoy our alone time"

At first they're just in the faculty room with him, carrying his books and cleaning up after him. They also make sure he is eating every couple hours as his diet requires.

Eventually, he invites them to join him in the classroom as a teacher's assistant. They both help students after class and head home at the same time.

Since the s/o is a little younger a few of the students start crushing on them. They're always telling All Might how sweet the s/o is, without knowing they're his s/o.

One day, after class is over, some of the students return to class to get something one of them forgot, and they see Toshinori and his s/o sharing a quick kiss.

The rumors explode almost instantly, and the two of them let the kids know they've been together for a while already. But it's important to his s/o's safety that it doesn't become public.

[yanmazu]

I DO LIKE TINY PEOPLE THANK YOU

Also, I thought you tagged me because this is the only bed long enough to prevent Toshonori’s feet from popping out and I liked that too