#yagi toshinori smut

[catsukiiee]

# ALL MIGHTS GIRL | Drabble.

౨ৎ big!all might x fem!reader.

pov: you're all mights controversially young girlfriend.

wordcount ; 390

paragraph ; 9

sentences ; 19

songs used ; none!

tropes ; age gap.

content warning ; semi-public sex, car sex, degradation (kinda?), cum denial. smut with no plot.

In all his fifty-five years of living, Toshinori Yagi never really thought of dating anyone. Sure, he had a couple of flitting feelings for women that came in and out of his life, but he never really acted on it. He was convinced that he wasn’t going to date or even marry once he hit his late forties and continued with that same mindset well into his fifties until he met you.

Doe-eyed and mischievous.

For someone as old as him, you’d expect he had some knowledge or experience with women or dating, but in truth, he didn’t. Having someone years younger than him pursue him was definitely a shock; it was an even bigger shock when your flirty glances and cheeky smiles started affecting him in ways he didn't expect.

Want an expensive pair of heels? He already has his wallet out. Want the Cartier diamond necklace you spotted in a jewelry shop window? He’s already walking into the store and buying it.

He was wrapped around your finger in a matter of days.

He found himself doing and saying things he never imagined he’d be saying and doing. The flutter of your lashes was enough to have his fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy as he drove, your moans and sighs sending shocks throughout his body. “You look so damn stunning right now,” he groaned, curling his fingers deep inside you just to get a reaction out of you. Your quivering thighs and your fingers wrapping around his wrist in a poor attempt to slow his pace only made him grin.

Getting into a relationship with you made Toshi realize he was a big perv with a long sex drive, years of being a pro hero with no experience of the dating world left him pent up.

“Don’t push my fingers away, baby; I’m not done with you yet,” he’d chuckle out, burying his fingers right back inside you, much to your whines of protest, his thick fingers stretching you out effortlessly. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Speak up.”

Another realization for him was that he could be unexpectedly cruel, finding pleasure in depriving you of cumming each time you got close, your hands grabbing at his hand to keep his fingers in you instead of out now; your sweet noises were no longer whines of overstimulation but of desperation.

He enjoyed every second of it, leaving you panting and disheveled the rest of the drive home.

Daily reminder that All Might is canonically 7'3 🙏 Everything about him is big. 😋🤝

[actuallysaiyan]

Baby I'm Yours(Toshinori Yagi/All Might x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, tooth-rotting fluff, size kink(Toshi is in his All Might form), skinny dipping, semi-public sex word count: 1k pairings: Toshinori Yagi/All Might x Fem!Reader summary: during your staycation, Toshi suggests doing a little skinny dipping in the private onsen. of course this leads to something more lewd. a/n: dividers by @adornedwithlight and a very special thank you to @kentocalls for the idea! @pixelcafe-network <3

The onsen looks so inviting as the two of you look at it from behind the sliding doors. It had been Toshi's idea to go skinny dipping in the private hot spring that was attached to your hotel room. You had never done anything like that before, but you couldn’t deny the idea was so thrilling.

He’s blushing like a little schoolboy when he slides open the door to the onsen. The moon is full and the stars are shining bright in the sky. Then you undo the knot holding your robe open and he finally gets an eyeful of your beautiful body. Toshinori’s jaw drops and he coughs as a little bit of blood appears on his bottom lip. He quickly wipes it away, a look of shame flashes over his features.

“What? See something you like, number one?”

The words cause a fire to start in the pit of his tummy. The blush on his cheeks burns even brighter now. The way you tease him makes him feel like some sort of horny teenager unable to control his hormones instead of a middle-aged man. You wink as you slide into the hot water, moaning softly at the soothing effects it has on your body.

“Your turn, big guy.” You say as you lean against the side of the tub. You give him a playful wink.

His heart skips a beat at your seductive tone. He takes off his robe, a little more self-conscious of his body these days than before. Though still in his muscular form right now, he hates the look of that damn scar. It tarnishes such a gorgeous body. And yet, you look at him like he strung the stars in the sky just for you. This allows him to slide into the water with you and pull you close to him.

You nuzzle your head in his chest, making him laugh softly. You gently graze the soft chest hair that sprinkles his muscles, and then you look up at him. Love shines so beautifully in your eyes, he’s smitten. Nobody could bring this big man to his knees quite like you do. He cups your cheek, tenderly caressing it with his thumb.

“Your eyes put the stars to shame, sweetness.” He whispers softly, making your heart skip a beat.

You gently push him playfully, but you can’t help but smile. “Toshinori…you are made of sugar, I swear.”

He presses his lips to your lips. “Tell me, do I taste like it too?”

Your hands come up to cradle the back of his head lovingly. Your fingers run through those beautiful blond tresses, and your lips stay melded together. The warmth of the onsen causes you to relax even more into these sweet and hungry kisses. When he mentioned doing a staycation, how could you even refuse? This was the perfect solution to both of you being completely overworked.

Suddenly he picks you up in his arms and sets you on his lap. You let out a squeal of surprise, and he quiets you with a little kiss. You giggle as he begins to lavish you in soft kisses, leaving you aroused and panting to try and catch your breath.

“I want to take you,” his voice is so gruff. “Right here and right now.”

His hands slide from your waist down to your ass. He gives it a squeeze before he spreads your cheeks. Two of his fingers prod your little hole, making you lean against him for a little more support. You can’t trust yourself to stay upright whenever he makes you feel this way. Your skin is tingling as Toshinori continues to kiss your neck, biting and sucking softly. 

“Keep making those sweet sounds for me, honey.” Toshi whispers against your neck. You let out a quiet moan when one of his fingers slides into you.

You try to quiet yourself considering the fact that just about anyone could hear you, but with Toshi pumping his thick finger in and out of you at a dizzying pace, you’re letting out mewls and whimpers. He smirks at the way you react to just being filled with his finger. Another kiss to your neck, his teeth digging into the tender flesh.

“You taste so good,” he growls. “I need you…”

He scissors his fingers to stretch you out, then when he feels like you’ve relaxed enough for him, he pulls them out. You let out a noise of arousal when he brings them to his mouth and licks up the juices. With another needy growl, Toshinori grabs you by the waist and he begins impaling you on his thick length. You let out a gasp, the air feeling like it’s being completely knocked out of your lungs. You look down to see just how much his cock splits you in half.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “Just relax. Breathe…”

His voice is soothing to you. His lips press against your temple as you lean against him. Your walls flutter around him, desperately trying to adjust to such a large size. Slowly, you sink down further on him, moaning so pitifully as he fills you up. You feel so full with just half of him inside of you.

“Precious little thing,” he whispers in your ear. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You let out a soft whine, “It’s so much…”

“I know, I know.” He comforts you. “You’re taking me so well.”

Toshinori pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you completely as you sink down the last few inches of his cock. Then he cups your cheeks in his hands, kissing you so deeply. With the stars shining in the sky and making your eyes look so beautiful, he swears he could never fall for anyone more than he’s fallen in love with you. You are the most beautiful, most precious thing in his life.

“Promise me,” he says as he picks up his pace. “Promise me you’ll never leave me.”

You kiss him deeply. “I’ll never leave you, promise…”

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[hatsue-exe]

taking care of husband!all might (smau)

i’ve had these for almost a year i’m an embarrassment

[whirlybirbs]

— BRUISED EGO ; PART ONE ; TOSHINORI YAGI ; 俊典

summary: you & toshinori have a great working relationship. all might is like a mentor. a great guy. a real, stand-up dude. a hero who inevitably has to help you deal with the side-effects of being hit with a love quirk. pairing: younger!toshinori yagi / f!reader ; hero name: derecho word count: 3.6k of pure smut tags: afab!reader, fingering, oral (female receiving), piv, denying feelings, toshi being a genuine lover-boy, someone has a praise kink, surprise it's me, minors dni a/n: i love young dumb full of cum late-twenties all might the tag | next →

"You don't look well—"

"Don't."

You could fry him right now. You could totally, absolutely, blast him with ten thousand volts and call it a night — but you can't, really, because he's fucking All Might. He's All Might and even worse, he's Toshinori Yagi. 

He's... kind. And gentle. And patient. And levelheaded... If not the single reason your entire life fell apart seven years ago.

(That is not true. You know it. You and your therapist have worked through that stuck point — but, it sounds a hell of a lot better than explaining the reason you ended up in prison was by your own actions, not being caught by All Might.)

You're reformed.

Blah, blah, blah, you're the Villain Rehabilitation Program's star graduate. 

They loved using your imagery — the ones of you before you got clean off those Quirk enhancers and put on the straight and narrow —in their PR packages. They love that picture of you — the ones with hands behind your back — cuffed by All Might as you're effectively muzzled by the local law enforcement.

Your lip catches in a snarl.

Don't think about that. 

Don't think about his hands on your wrists. Don't think about the way his boot nudged your leg apart for the frisk — don't think about the way he threatened you, so low and so dangerous, not to move. 

Don't think about how All Might is a bastard, and the media just doesn't know it. 

He's cheeky. Sly. When he's out of the limelight, that eerie #1 smile drops and he's almost normal — if not nearly five hundred and sixty pounds of muscle.  

Like now, on this rooftop, he's more like Toshinori Yagi. Your impromptu mentor in all things heroic. After all, the Hero Commission thought it would be great for the program's image if All Might, the man who arrested you countless times, was the one to integrate you into a more heroic notion. Never mind the dozens of times you went head-to-head with the man, never mind the handful of times you almost won. 

"Derecho, I'm serious," comes his voice; it's softer, almost like he's in his smaller form — the one you always find yourself being partial to, "You look feverish..."

Static snaps across the air and Toshinori takes it — the way it bites at the skin of his hands is nothing. It's a warning shot. Don't come any closer. 

"I was hit with that guy's quirk," you mutter as you try to square your breathing, "I'm fine, I just... Need some time—"

Son of a bitch. 

You've always been a hard one to shake — and even now, as you climb well into the Top Ten ranks, he's never seen you this out of it. You've taken a crowbar to the ribs and recovered better than being hit by some petty criminal's love quirk. 

Toshinori curses under his breath as he winces at the desperation cracking in your voice. 

"If you need to take the night—"

"Yes."

He was slotted to patrol this prefecture with you for another two hours — but seeing the way your whole body looks like it could collapse is... a bit concerning. Toshinori nods, exhales, and waves you on.

"Should I call Recovery Girl?"

Your boot toes the ledge. You need out of this outfit. It's too tight. You're too hot. Your skin feels like it's on fire and the embarrassing ache between your legs is just getting worse with every low, timbred syllable out of his mouth. Don't think about his mouth. 

"I'm fine." 

You're not fine.

Even when you're back in your apartment, trying desperately to shower off the skin-crawling, mouth-watering heat of desire, you can't even come close to relating to the word 'fine'. You're a mess. You try to stand under the heat of the water for a while, to burn the need off your skin, but that doesn't work. 

You're so not fine. 

You can't stop thinking about Toshinori. Must be something to do with the fact he was closest when you were struck with the quirk. Yea. Totally that.

You have to be fine. You need to be fine. This is just a stupid love quirk that will wear off within a few hours. 

Well, a few hours come and go, and it's just getting worse. 

Come on, you are torturing yourself with the evening news, just breathe it out. 

Because you're a hero, and you were a villain. You know what it's like to get hit with disconcerting quirks like this in the heat of a battle. With just a little time, it goes away. Right? 

Right...?

"I AM CALLING! I AM CALLING!" 

Your phone vibrates on the coffee table. Your pupils, full-blown and big, swivel to the photo that ignites the dark of the room. It's a photo of Toshinori — he's in his smaller form, posed beside you in a ramen booth close to U.A.'s campus. He was hellbent on giving you a tour of his old high school.

You always loved how cute he looked in that picture.

Fuck.

You snatch the phone up and answer the call.

"What?" it comes out snappier than it needs to be. 

"Are you doin' alright?" his voice has lost its persona'd gusto. You can tell, just by the soft way he speaks, he's no longer in uniform or on patrol. All Might has clocked out for the evening, and Toshinori Yagi is in the building, "I haven't heard a peep from you all night, zippy." 

Something in your brain goes blank at the nickname. You usually hate it. Usually, you'd bite at him for it. You don't even realize you're white knuckle gripping the edge of the couch as he continues to speak. 

"Y'know, it's okay — I've been hit by love quirks plenty of times before," he goes on; you can hear him juggle the phone to his other ear, "They aren't fun. I'm sorry you're—"

"Come over."

Toshinori almost drops the can of soda in his hands. In the middle of the convenience store aisle, he feels his entire body lurch. 

"What?"

Your head is back against the couch, your hands covering your face in sheer embarrassment. You grit it out again. "I said come over."

"Derecho—"

"I've tried everything," you mutter defeatedly into the phone; you can't even pull your hand from your face, you're so embarrassed you're even telling him this but you need help, "Fingers, toys, even the Hitachi on the highest speed, Toshinori, and I can't—"

Jesus fucking Christ. 

This is bad.

This is... not you. So not you. This is... fuck, okay, right. He's All Might. He helps people. And you're important to him. You're his enemy turned pseudo-protégé turned colleague turned woman-he's-been-ignoring-his-feelings-for-the-last-seven-months. You're Derecho. Number Eight Hero in Japan, his friend. His...

"Give me ten."

And he hangs up.

Two boxes of XL condoms earn him a severely skeptical look from the cashier, but it's fine. Toshinori has bigger things to worry about — like the fact he has no idea what this is going to do to your working relationship, but it's fine. You need help. He knows what this is like — and he would feel awful if he left you to deal with it alone. 

Fingers, toys, even the Hitachi— 

Maybe he'll die, actually. Maybe he'll just throw himself from the nearest roof. 

The mental image of you, alone in your apartment, hands between your thighs as you try desperately to shake the painful ache in your core has him walking a bit faster — your apartment is three blocks over. 

He makes good time.

His knuckles don't even touch the door before you're yanking it open — and Christ, you're a sight to see.

Wet hair, wild eyes, and a permanent heavy breath. The oversized t-shirt clinging to your shoulders is definitely going to be a topic of discussion for a later date. It's All Might merch. His fucking merch. 

When did you even buy that—?

"I'm sorry," you blurt out, looking pained. 

Toshinori's eyes hold your own. Then:

"I've always been a sucker for a damsel in distress."

He's a bastard. A serious bastard. A bastard who you're dragging in by the neck of his t-shirt — a bastard who doesn't complain in the slightest when your mouth is on his in a flash. With ease, he slams the front door shut with his boot and quickly allows you to guide him through your apartment. Your mouth is still latched to his, your hands digging into his shoulders as his hands chase your waist. 

You recognize in the heated haze of the kiss there's a grocery bag in his hand. It knocks against your hip as you accidentally back into the edge of the couch — your hands fumbling for some purchase in the dark living room. 

You pull your mouth from his just long enough to breathe out another apology. 

"Don't. We'll talk about it after," he says, leaning down over you as you scramble back against the leather couch cushions, "What do you need?"

"What do you think?" you hiss as his body presses against yours; he's still in his boots, still in his shirt and jeans. He's... too clothed. Your body couldn't handle anything except the less-than-flattering pair of cotton underwear and the biggest t-shirt you owned. 

You swear he's smirking in the dark. 

"Mouth? Hands?" he presses, his touch cradling your face as he continues to navigate your steady, bruisingly needy kisses, "Use your words."

"Anything—"

Your voice is a rasp, your hands scaling his back as he nudges your knees apart with his thigh and slots his hips against yours. Even in this smaller form, he's got the tactical advantage — not being near death from a fever so high you can hardly think anymore. 

"I need to know," he says as he leans back, his voice dipping lower as his palms brush the skin of your stomach. His fingertips hesitate at the edge of your waistband, and you whine. 

"Anything, Toshinori, stop jerking me around!" 

...What a brat. He almost laughs. But, then he remembers the one time he was left like this — and how desperate he was even after six hours of exhaustive attempts at self-pleasure. 

"Be nice," he chirps as his fingers slip beneath your underwear; his satisfaction builds when you fist the back of his shirt and gasp — his fingers grace the slick, wet folds of your core with ease. It's a tender movement, one that assesses just how pliable you are at this moment. 

And then, two of his fingers are pushing into you down to his knuckles. 

The babbled thank you bursts from your chest — and Toshi actually laughs at how fast you cling to his chest. He didn't anticipate his night going like this. Not with you, wild-eyed and desperate, pulling him into a kiss that's so bruising he thinks his lip splits.

Hands. Hands. Hands. His hands. One hand is between your folds, working you open, and the other is pressing up your curves and settling along your breast. You can't even think straight. The fact Toshinori is so slick, so eager, so good at whatever he's doing, is making the coil in your abdomen go white hot. 

"Fuck—" you strangle out, your lips parted in a gasp as he wets his own lips and watches your face in the dark, "G-God, okay, th-that's good—"

"Better than your own?" he asks, genuinely worried this isn't the progress you need to shake off the quirk's effects. 

"So much better," you wail, coincidentally fueling his ego in a way he never knew he needed. Because, ha, well — who knew Derecho, little miss spiteful and mysterious, just needed a little bit of him. 

"Is it enough?" he asks against her jaw, his forearm flexing as he works the pace up, his palm rubbing gently against your clit. It's an attempt at a coordinated pace, and it seems to be working from the way you're writhing beneath him. 

"I... I still — I can't — I'm so..." you look like you could cry out of sheer frustration, and Toshi suddenly feels a pang of guilt. He can only imagine how you've done this very thing over and over tonight, trying to just cum. Your voice cracks and you whimper, "I can't. I'm so close, but I just can't—"

"Okay," he breathes, his mind swirling with strategic planning, "So mouth."

"Mouth?" you choke, suddenly looking alarmed, but Toshi doesn't seem to care about the added snare of intimacy that comes with him slipping to his knees before the couch. 

Oh my god, he's on his knees. He's on his knees and he's grappling with your underwear, hauling it down the tops of your thighs before throwing it over his shoulder in a very Toshinori manner. 

You've got All Might on his knees. 

It suddenly hits you as he sits up on his knees and nudges your legs apart. He's a man on a mission — dedicated entirely to the task at hand. 

Making you orgasm. 

You wonder how many people have fantasized about this very thing — granted, he's not costume. Thank god. You can't even imagine what the conversation with his dry-cleaning team would look like. 

Toshi's voice knocks you back to reality. "Is this okay?"

He sounds concerned.

Meanwhile, you could kill him. If he doesn't put his mouth on you right now—

Noted. He sees the spark of annoyance, dumb question, and hauls your leg over his shoulder as he delves in. 

Ohmygod.

This is better — the coil is wound tighter, and a little bit closer to snapping, the second his tongue presses flat against your glistening slick. It's even better when he hums, his voice mumbles against your sex as his hands press your thighs to open a bit farther. 

"Keep 'em open."

"Don't talk," you heave between pants, "With your mouth full."

It's like the two of you are at work — this banter. But, his laugh vibrates your core and you moan. That doesn't happen at work. That doesn't happen, ever. A greedy part of you sure as hell hopes this happens again, because holy hell, he's good at this. Methodical. Strategic. Thorough.

His pace doesn't change, the pressure doesn't lessen. The blonde streaks of his fringe tickle the inside of your thighs as he continues his work — and you swear you almost cum when he slips a look up at you in the dark. 

His eyes are so blue that you feel like you're suddenly lost at sea. 

Then, there are two crooked fingers back inside of you. 

You and he are going to have to have a long talk about where he learned all this — because it's so good you genuinely can't do anything but reach out and grip his hair in a panic. You gasp, your whole body convulses, and you almost... almost cum. Almost.

It's Toshi's turn to moan. 

You're suddenly so oversensitive you swear your heart might stop. 

You're writhing away from him, squirming away, and Toshi's lips are parted as his breath fans across your core. 

"Cock," you're suddenly rambling, "N-Need — I need—"

"Right," he stutters, realizing this is good — you're almost there, he can tell. You're so close he can feel it in the air. The static electricity burning off your quirk leaves the room feeling tingly. 

He's wobbling back upright, cursing as he practically falls around the couch in the dark, and palms at the grocery bag he discarded on the floor. He's not graceful about the way he tears about the small box, or about the way he drops the foil square between his teeth as he leans back to work off his belt. 

"Bedroom?" he asks through gritted teeth.

You're nodding, practically falling over yourself to lead the way. Boots, jeans, belt, shirt — all of it is left scattered along the way, and your bare body hits the sheets after an easy shove from Toshinori. Of course, the boxers clinging to his strong thighs are his brand. The All Might logo is almost comical stretched across his hardness. 

You have the wherewithal to roll your eyes as he tears open the condom with his teeth. 

"What?" he shirks, looking down.

"Seriously?" you grit, legs pressed together tightly to try and stop the empty ache between your legs. It hurts. It hurts so much worse when his mouth and hands aren't on you.

"Don't even start," he rumbles as he rolls down the waistband and his cock springs free — he's quick to roll the condom down the thick length of it and lift a finger to wag in your face, "You answered the door in my merch—" 

"Setting the mood," you offer as he steps out of his underwear.

Toshinori then, unceremoniously, drags your hips to the edge of the bed. You almost shriek. It's a bit rough — a bit sudden — but you can't complain when the head of his cock is suddenly being guided through your folds teasingly. Up and down. Over the swollen bud of your clit, across your wet opening. You prop yourself up on your elbows, lips parted, as you try and nudge your hips closer. 

His large hand presses your hips down to the mattress. 

"Toshinori—"

"You sure this is okay?" he mutters, his pupils full-blown as he watches himself slip through your wetness, "I— If it's too much—"

"If you don't fuck me right now—"

"Right."

And he sinks in.

Ha. 

Yea. 

This is good.

You're so glad you didn't fry him earlier. You're so glad. You're so... oh, this is so so so ridiculously good you might die. You might die, because he's snapping his hips into yours and you can see the ripple of his muscles, even in this smaller form. 

His breath is ragged, his voice low and easy.

"You're doing a great job," he says; your core tightens at the sudden praise, "Y-You're doin' really... good—"

Your chest bounces with each thrust, your legs locked around his hips, your whimpers increasing in frequency with every single in and out of his cock. The feeling is better than any sex you've ever had — you've never been so aware of every inch. 

And then, he's knocking his forehead against yours, leaning over you — you're caged against the mattress, and one arm of his is holding your leg up around his waist. The angle change is minute but it's good. Everything is Toshinori so suddenly, everything is so blue eyes and a bright smile. 

It's thorough, a word you're slowly beginning to realize describes Toshinori to a T. There's not a single falter in his pace, not a single thrust that doesn't wind the white-hot orgasm tighter and tighter in your belly. It's worse when he holds your face, though, worse when he keeps fucking you so well while chattering on about how good you are, how strong you are, how beautiful you are—

Your composure snaps when he rumbles out:

"I know you can cum for me like a good girl."

The coil snaps.

Finally. 

After four hours of torture. After four hours of trying. Finally, you cum — and hard. The sort that robs you of your vision and hearing, the sort that has your whole body arching off the bed. The kind you haven't had in a long time. The kind that, of course, Toshinori Yagi would be the man to provide. 

"Fuckfuckfuck—" you babble, gasping, still gripped by the force of the orgasm as his pace quickens.

He's laughing — laughing, and then you're clamping down on him so hard he sees stars. It's all fun and games until he can't stop himself, he can't slow down, he can't breathe, and he's rocked by an orgasm that makes his knees give out. He's wild-eyed, panting, snapping his hips into yours as you whimper and gasp and grip his shoulders so tight he may have bruises. 

Toshinori swallows, then gasps to catch his breath, and then pushes himself up to give you a little room to breathe. His cock is still twitching inside of you.

Your eyes are closed, and your breath is fast. Your hair is spilled across the sheet — and you look content. Satiated. Peaceful. He's rarely ever seen you so tranquil. 

Blindly, and lazily, you reach up to touch his cheek.

At first, he thinks it's going to be tender. Intimate. Romantic.

Then, you roughly pat it twice.

"We're never gonna talk about this again."

Right. 

Because he's All Might. And you're Derecho. You're colleagues. Friends. This was just... him helping you. Like when a friend has a cold. You bring them soup. He... brought you... an orgasm. Just like soup.

Definitely.

...Right. 

"It was just, uh," he breathes, pulling out and cursing at the embarrassingly apparent load in the condom; not like he'd dreamed about this very thing for nights on end, no siree bob, "You needed help. I offered."

That is not what happened. Not even close. But, he's going to tell himself that.

Not like you totally won't think about this every single night ever for the rest of time. Definitely like you won't dream about the way he called you a good girl. Ha. Yea, right. Psh. You're fine. This is fine. Everything is fine.

After all, it's just Toshinori.

He's... kind. And gentle. And patient. And levelheaded... If not the single reason your entire life fell apart seven years ago.

And definitely not the reason your life is falling apart right now as you realize, fuck, you're definitely in love with him, aren't you?

Naaah.

[nanivinsmoke]

✩ Eat Me, Number One.

✩ allmight x pro!heroFem reader

wanting to get a little taste of the number one hero, during the hero’s banquet.

✩ warnings and tags: public sex, secret sex, ass eating, rough sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, breeding, size difference, age gap, (late 20s reader), etc.

shout out to my editor, tysm <333!

“fuck, this latex is sticking to my skin. shota, can we go? im not in the mood for this uppity shit, maybe we can get some ramen or something?”

“no, unfortunately the both of us are stuck here. i lost yamada an hour ago, which is really odd since he’s the loudest one out of all of us.” aizawa, your best friend and colleague, replied as he took a bite of the salty chip in his mouth. you sighed and downed the shot in front of you, while tugging on the latex of your hero suit with your free hand.

the three of you were currently attending the annual hero’s banquet, which was made for all heroes to meet and mingle with each other. yamada had spotted the karaoke room and tip-toed away from the group when the three of you arrived, leaving you and aizawa alone. you both hated coming to these things, but yamada forced both of you to come every time.

“gonna find the bathroom and possibly yamada, so we can leave.” your dry-eyed friend gave you a nod before you took your leave; grabbing a shot from a tray a waiter was carrying—downing it like it was nothing. getting hammered was your goal. maybe you could get *him* off of your mind. you maneuvered through the crowd of heros, mind bubbling with thoughts before your eyes landed on the huge figure of the number one hero; allmight.

it might’ve been the liquor finally taking its toll on your body, making your legs feel like jelly or just seeing him period, that had butterflies filling your stomach. you were beyond nervous, it had been months since the last time you’ve seen him. the last time you did wasn’t the best experience. "duty calls" he had said before he ran off. but, you weren’t gonna let that one time stop you from saying ‘hello’ and running off to find the bathroom.

you managed to walk over and tap the bottom of his muscular back, his seven foot frame towering over you as he turned toward you. his usual ‘smiling’ eyes softened when he saw you and he kept that same bright smile like always. “y/n, it’s good to see you.”

“likewise,” you quickly turned on your heels as your memories from that terrible night plagued your mind. “wait—y/n,” he grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you back towards him, his eyes scanning your face before dropping to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “can we talk?” you gave a quick nod and he pulled you away. you wanted to get answers, closure for the last time you two saw each other, so you could finally stop cringing at the memory.

the older pro hero led you through the crowd and into an empty room, which happened to be the bathroom. the seven foot tall man closed the door behind you both, and locked it—before turning to look at your smaller, yet curvy frame.

“y/n, I just wanted to apologize for last time. it wasn’t your fault that the date ended like that. i never meant to leave you like that. i know duty calls, but I should have never left like that without telling you, i'm sorry.” his voice was soft, sincere, and you could tell by his body language that he truly meant it.

a few months ago, you had went on a date with the number one hero. it was all going good, you had gotten to know each other really well during drinks and when you two had finally made it your table for food, he just disappeared in a blink of an eye. he didn’t call nor try to reach out to you, which made you become very insecure—leading you to believe that he didn’t actually like you.

“you don’t have to apologize—“

“but, i do. you were wonderful and im a little disappointed I couldn’t make this into something more serious; didn’t have the opportunity to kiss you—.”

“you wanted to kiss me?” it was silent for a moment, both of your eyes locked onto each other’s. the more the two of you stared at each other, the more your body temperature rose. everything about him was so captivating. maybe that was a perk of being one of the best hero’s japan has ever seen, but you were definitely falling for him.

it was sudden but his lips were on yours and all you could do was happily accept. your lips melted onto each other’s, dancing a smoother dance than a tango—with your tongue sliding into his mouth, tongues swirling around each other's. you couldn’t fight your growing arousal anymore, the crush that you had on the older man was bigger than ever.

he swiftly picked you up, not breaking the kiss not once. it was like a scene in a movie with the way he handled you. he propped you up against the white bathroom door, while he made love to your mouth. you clutched onto his yellow locks, pulling away from this kiss that had left you breathless. “think you teased me enough, number one. i need more of you.”

he had never been more turned on, until now. with one hand holding you up, he used the other hand to unzip your hero costume—freeing your plump and swollen breasts. allmight quickly wrapped his lips around your tender love buds, began to suck on them like it was the best candy he had ever tasted. you couldn’t suppress your moans; letting them flow freely out of your kiss-bitten lips.

he removed his mouth from your nipples, kissing between your breats and down your stomach. “allmight—please~”

“toshinori,” he corrected with a squeeze to your ass; making you squeal out. you had long forgotten about the party, or the possibility of other people being there.

“toshinori, please. just fuck me already.” he was taken aback by your vulgar words, but it riled him up even more. your hero suit fell down in an instant and he was lifting you off to the other side of the bathroom. using his quirk, he slid the toiletries off the sink’s counter and placed you on your knees—your ass sitting up in the air just for him; allowing him to dive his head right in between.

gasping, you held onto the marble countertop, while he licked your from your ass all the way down to your swollen clit. his fluid mixing with yours created a slippery mess, which caused you to go crazy. no wonder he was considered a pro.

“shit toshi—just like that, fuck…” you bounced your ass back onto his face, his big hands gripped your waist tighter; lips still attached to your wet clit. you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you and you were ready to accept it. however, much to your dismay, he pulled away from your dripping wet backside.

“wait toshi, i was gonna cum.” he ignored you, flipping you over onto your back; looking at you in all your glory before he gripped himself through his suit. “look, im going to warn you. you might not be able to take all of me, and that’s okay—,” you cut off his rambling by replacing his hand with yours on his bulge, fondling it. it left him groaning, eyes shutting from the pleasure.

“i'm a big girl, i can handle it. besides, a hero never backs down from a fight.” he chuckled at your response and gave you one last look, before he let his blue hero suit and briefs fall to the ground; showing all of him.

you could’ve sworn your eyes had fell out of your head due to how widen you opened them. standing about nine inches tall, his cock greeted you; dripping nothing but translucent fluid. it stood against his abs, twitching with need. not only was he lengthy, he was girthy too. you couldn’t help but to gulp as you thought about him entering you.

as much as you were nervous, you swallowed that doubt and angled him towards your aching entrance; after all you were a hero, you couldn’t let this scare you.

pushing him inside of you, you winced at the pressure—you had never been spread open like that. profanities flew out your mouth as he helped push himself inside, your soft walls clenching around his shaft; making him curse lowly.

he was only half way inside, since that’s all that could fit, and he began to move his hips slowly. the more toshinori moved—the wetter you became. soon, the sound of your cunt squelching and your lewd mewls filled the bathroom—driving the older man crazy. he was losing control over himself, each time you made those sexy noises; he wanted to slam himself deeper inside of you. to hear you yelp out and to feel you squeeze around him. to see all the cream build around him. to see how far he could drive you to insanity just by fucking you.

despite being a hero, the way he was thinking about punishing you with his dick; contradicted his heroic beliefs.

you on the other hand felt like you were going to die, in the most pleasurable way possible. each time he plunged inside of you, his thick tip hit your spot everytime—causing your toes to curl so tight; they felt like they were going to fall off. you babbled and moaned as he fucked the living shit out of you, calling his name while an orgasm ripped through you.

this was the most intense orgasm you had ever had. you were disconnected from reality a bit because of it, so you didn’t realize that you were no longer on the sink’s counter and now on the bath’s plush blue rug—until toshinori slammed down into you once again.

“fuck, you just keep getting tighter and wetter!” you had never heard him curse this much before, it was turning you on more and more.

he had you in the mating press position, hitting your most sensitive spot each time, while your hips and his balls met each time. you cunt was beyond wet, your juices dripped out and slid down onto the ground—creating a huge puddle underneath you.

you could feel him twitch inside of you and his strokes became faster and harder. he was cumming, hard.

a knock on the bathroom door startled you, causing you to look at it.

“hey! can you hurry up, i really gotta use it,” a voice could be heard from the other side, following another knock. you looked at allmight, waiting for his next move.

“in a minute….having some—shit—s-s-stomach problems”

“c’mon dude! you’ve been in there for like an hour”

“in a minute!” he yelled back, not stopping his movements. he was going to cum and nothing was going to stop him from finishing. with a few more slams, he released inside of you; while you came once more with him—this time you squirted all over him.

he grabbed your smaller body and rolled over on his back, with you lying on top of his sweaty, naked body.

“we’re going to need a plan to come out of here without them suspecting a thing,” you chuckled, peppering his chiseled face with kisses.

“this is why we have quirks, to get out of situations like this. now let’s get dressed, so i could show you more of why I’m number one~”

[plutocisms]

Morning Surprise w/ MHA Men || Oneshot

NSFW and suggestive content, mdni!!

Aizawa, Keigo, Toshinori & Dabi

Morning sex w Aizawa would involve you straddling him and peppering him with kisses to wake him from his slumber. His hands lazily resting on your waist. You’d rock back and forth, feeling him grow beneath you. Your motion teasing him causing a groan to escape his lips until he can’t bear it anymore. He flips you swiftly on your back, now hovering over you, his hair tickling your nose. He adjusts himself just before slipping his hand over your soaked panties moving them aside and collecting what’s already escaped. He pops his fingers in his mouth to get a taste of you. Leisurely, he reaches down to release his aching length from his boxers and grazes his leaking tip against your opening. Gliding back and forth giving you a taste of your own medicine. His hand now pressed on the back of your thighs to get the most perfect view of your glistening pussy before he dives in face first to further indulge in your sweetness. He moans against you, the vibrations forcing you to arch your back with pleasure. He raises his head, with his chin soaked, to get a glimpse of your needy disposition. He begins massaging circles on your clit with one hand and guides his cock into your tight cunt with his other grunting and panting with pleasure as his sinks deeper into you.

Morning sex with Keigo would involve him pressing his hard on, into your backside while gripping your waist and spooning you. He would begin to trace figure eights with his finger over your shoulder and whisper in a raspy voice just how badly he needs you in this moment, assuring you that you didn’t have to do anything and that he just wanted to make you feel good. He would disappear under the covers, kissing every part of you on the way down just before biting your panties down. He’d plant warm wet kisses on your inner thighs, lightly biting them before guiding his tongue past your folds, licking stripes up your slit, making love with his mouth. You gasp at his touch, only furthering his desire for you. The tip of his nose pressing perfectly against your clit as his tongue dances around your velvet walls and as he purrs at your sweet taste. He reappears from underneath the covers, burying his face in the crook of your neck, pinning your wrist down with one hand and gripping the fat of your ass the the other while he pumps you full of him. He choked out a strangled moan at the initial contact, groaning and breathily cussing with every thrust indicating his desperation and need to be closer to you.

Morning sex with Toshinori would involve him being woken up by your touch. Your hand massaging his manhood as muffled sighs escape his lips. He swiftly pulls you in closer, his hands placed on your ass as he moves your body atop his languidly. He kisses you tenderly, cupping your face with one hand, and with his grip on your waist in the other. You can feel him twitching and hardening beneath you. You sit up, placing your hands on his chest, teasing and grinding against his length as he massages your breasts. Unable to keep his composure, he gently hoists you up by your waist before sliding you back down onto his throbbing cock. He lets out a ragged breath as he slips into your core. Now that he’s got a taste, he’s anything but gentle. He props his knees up for a better angle and better control. You toss your head back, moaning in ecstasy as he fills you up, thrusting needily underneath you. Whimpering as his grip on your ass tightens, he’s controlling the pace causing you to come undone. His breath hitches from the pressure of your hands weighing on his chest. He’s drowning in pleasure, causing his movements to become even sloppier than when you got started.

Morning sex with Dabi would involve him waking up to some morning wood and rolling over to see you sleeping on your side. He would sneakily slip his hand down your panties, waking you up by his touch as he massaged your clit. Pressing his hard cock into your ass. You’d let out a small gasp as his fingers explores your slit. He’d poke you with his erection a few times before sliding your panties to the side and lifting one of your legs for better access. You feel his cock spring out of his boxers and tap at your entrance. He glides himself between your folds, collecting all of your juices before sinking into you. You bury your face into your pillow and whine. he slips one hand around your throat applying a little pressure. You hear the sound of him biting back moans as your cunt tightens around him. A muffled “f-fuck” barely escapes his throat as his hips snap into you. He adjust his position. Turning you flat on your stomach, he smacks your ass, just before slightly spreading your cheeks apart to drill into you. You grip onto the sheets desperately as he has his way with you this morning, panting at just how good it feels to have your pussy wrapped around him.

[jophiel-extras]

summary :: All Might NSFW alphabet

warning :: nsfw

note :: All Might my beloved, reqs open

A = Aftercare

Toshinori becomes The Thinker after sex. He’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, but once you’re out he’ll leave. Usually, he will go on a run or sit outside for a few hours with himself. Once he’s done, he’ll come back and slip into bed with your or put together a breakfast.

B = Body part

He never really considers any of his own body parts, especially when he’s in his skinny form. If he had to pick, it would be his hands. For you, Toshi likes your face the most.

C = Cum

He always pulls out, it’s a habit. He’ll finish either on your tummy or ass.

D = Dirty secret

He’s thought about going from his skinny form to muscle whilst inside you.

E = Experience

He’s rusty but knows what’s going on. It takes a while for him to truely ease into it and not overthink his actions.

F = Favorite position

Missionary, a classic for a reason. When things get pretty heated, he’s known to enjoy taking you against a wall especially in his muscle form.

G = Goofy

Usually pretty serious and sensual. Sex with him is almost always love making and Toshi takes it seriously. There’s been moments where you’ve both had a laugh but it’s rare.

H = Hair

The carpets do match the drapes, he’s blonde through and through.

I = Intimacy

He’s quite intense about sex; deep eye contact, squeezing your hand, holding you close. It’s always special and drawn out.

J = Jack off

Since the two of you started having sex it was like a switch in Toshi’s mind was turned on. He’s horny. Often. He’s had to excuse himself from teaching to rub one out just because he can’t stop thinking of you.

K = Kink

Size difference. Even if he doesn’t know it Toshi loves being taller and generally bigger than you. He especially loves to grab your waist in his muscle form, it’s a massive thing for him. I also suspect he might enjoy the thrill of public spaces, he’d never admit it or initiate but it’s there.

L = Location

The bedroom. He’s a private man.

M = Motivation

He’s a little dense when it comes to hints, so the best way Toshi gets turned on is when you openly flirt with him and whisper dirty things in his ear.

N = No

Never ever would he hurt you. He won’t compromise on it either.

O = Oral

Enjoys giving for sure. He’s pretty good with his mouth. The way he looks at you through his dark eyes as he eats you out is something else. Also, the way he acts when getting head is insane. His hands snake through your hair and he curls up, grunting and whispering profanities.

P = Pace

Slow and sensual. Unless it’s a special occasion of course! Then he’ll poof into his muscle form and fuck you like a sex symbol.

Q = Quickie

Not the usual, but it’s happened before. Quickies are whenever he’s in a rush to do something or when you’re in a semi public setting.

R = Risk

Yes, he can be a risk taker but it makes the sex anxious. He’s got a lot of eyes on him at all time so he needs to be wary.

S = Stamina

Oh honey, he’s not done until you’re done. You think all that stamina training from his early days wouldn’t translate into sex? You’re in for a surprise.

T = Toys

He’s not a massive fan.

U = Unfair

Toshinori is not one to tease you during sex, really it’s the opposite. He’s a giver and always follows through with pleasure.

V = Volume

Lots of grunting and heavy breathing. He’s not particularly loud, but just enough to get you going.

W = Wild card

Once you gave him under the table head whilst at U.A. and it was the best blowjob ever. He thinks about it often and can’t help but get hard.

X = X-ray

Both forms he’s packing a nice 9 inches. However the girth changes slightly between forms.

Y = Yearning

If he wasn’t so busy, he’d want to sleep with you every day but alas there aren’t enough hours in the day.

Z = Zzz

He’s not good at sleeping but after a particularly tiring session, he’ll pass out.

[champion-prism]

No but all might with the prettiest most angelic little housewife

always has a delicious dinner on the table when he gets home from hero work

showers with him so she can wash his hair and massage his back

comes to bed in pretty soft light clothing and kisses him so chastely he almost feels bad for pulling her to straddle him by her hips

all might with a pretty housewife who lets him fuck his stress out on her

wraps her legs around his waist as best she can

all might with a pretty housewife who won't let him feel guilty about the bruises he leaves on her hips and thighs

he deserves this, really, a caring, soft, feminine angel that does all she can to take care of him

just all might with a perfect housewife

[catsukiiee]

thinking about big!all might having a controversial younger girlfriend and being weak in the knees whenever they bat their eyelashes at him.

immediately caving when they pout and beg, giving them anything they want, fucking them anywhere and everywhere they asked.

may not have already written it already 🤭

update: IT'S BEEN POSTED! here. — posted September 10th.

[actuallysaiyan]

Younger!Toshinori who has stamina for days and the highest fucking sex drive.

Younger!Toshinori who feels bad whenever you say you're so sore and tired, but he just needs to keep humping and fucking and his cock is so hard

Younger!Toshinori who can't help himself. Whenever he sees you in such a cute outfit, he's got to have his hands on you. He loves to squeeze your ass, touch your tits. He's a pervert, but he keeps it hidden from the public eye.

Younger!Toshinori who is always so desperate to cum inside you. Sure, he likes the look of his cum all over your body, but he pleads with you that 'inside just feels so good, please please please'.

Younger!Toshinori who stains his underwear with precum all the time. He's always hard whenever he sees you. He's never ever felt this way before. You make him feel like he's going insane with lust.

Older!Toshinori who doesn't have the same stamina, but that sex drive never went away.

Older!Toshinori who surprises you with morning head and makes you cum at least twice before he even lets you out of bed most mornings.

Older!Toshinori who you've caught stealing your underwear, though he swears he was just trying to do your laundry for you.

Older!Toshinori who is always still so horny. His underwear is still stained with precum. He often has to jerk off or find you to have sex because he swears he's going insane with lust still.

Older!Toshinori who still loves groping your tits and your ass, and he actually does it a lot more now because he's out of the public eye more than ever now.

[pseudowho]

Yagi Toshinori/All Might x Reader

Fluff, suggestive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yagi-san--"

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

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

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

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

"Dumplings...for my dumpling."

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

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

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

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

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

"Darling, I must say--"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aizawa-kun, please--"

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

[whirlybirbs]

— WATCH YOUR STEP ! ; it's a masterlist.

[ v10.14.24 ] here's a post dedicated to organizing my recent writings — summer/fall 2024. minors dni with fics marked 18+. featuring: my hero academia, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA:

*ೃ༄ ALL MIGHT | toshinori yagi

( 18+ ) bruised ego | part one ; f!reader / all might — young!might. you & toshinori have a great working relationship. all might is like a mentor. a great guy. a real, stand-up dude. a hero who inevitably has to help you deal with the side-effects of being hit with a love quirk. ( 18+ ) bruised ego | part two ; f!reader / all might — young!might. he should have waited for you. but no, toshinori felt like he had something to prove. now, roles are reversed and he needs your help. ( WIP ) bruised ego | part three ; f!reader / all might — coming soon. ( 18+ ) all smite + tears ; f!reader / all smite — part of the #birbs smut blurbs ( 18+ ) toshinori + voice ; f!reader / toshinori — part of the #birbs smut blurbs #bruised ego | the tag ; — includes headcanons, drabbles, and asks pertaining to the bruised ego series

*ೃ༄ HAWKS | keigo takami

meet & greet | part one ; f!reader / hawks — you manage to snag two VIP meet & greet tickets for your nephew's birthday. he insists you join him. part one of two. ( WIP ) meet & greet | part two ; f!reader / hawks — coming soon. ( 18+ ) keigo + begging ; f!reader / hawks — part of the #birbs smut blurbs #meet & greet | the tag ; — includes headcanons, drabbles, and asks pertaining to the meet & greet series

*ೃ༄ DABI | touya todoroki

burner cell | part one ; f!reader / dabi — you end up at the league's bar, unbeknownst to you or your drunk friends. you just want to go home. set in the early days of bnha. burner cell | part two ; f!reader / dabi — after a week of silence, you finally text dabi. #burner cell | the tag ; — includes headcanons, drabbles, and asks pertaining to the burner cell series

*ೃ༄ SHOTO | shoto todoroki

can't we be seventeen? ; f!reader / shoto — he's loved you since he was seveteen.

*ೃ༄ RED RIOT | eijiro kirishima

noise complaint ; f!reader / red riot — red riot feels really bad about absolutely wrecking the shit out of your treasured plants, or eijiro kirishima falls in love at first sight.

*ೃ༄ SUNEATER | tamaki amajiki

( 18+ ) tamaki + tentacle ; f!reader / suneater — part of #birbs smut blurbs

*ೃ༄ ENDEAVOR | enji todoroki

( 18+ ) endeavor + whipped ; f!reader / enji — part of #birbs smut blurbs

*ೃ༄ ERASURE HEAD | shouta aizawa

( 18+ ) aizawa + eating ; f!reader / shouta — part of #birbs smut blurbs

*ೃ༄ MINDJACK | hitoshi shinso

( 18+ ) mindjack + quirk ; f!reader / hitoshi — part of #birbs smut blurbs

KIMETSU NO YAIBA:

*ೃ༄ KYOJURO RENGOKU

the fool ; f!hashira reader / rengoku — all you wanted was to pass out in your room, but no. here you are, dragging yourself (quite literally) up the mountainside to the ubuyashiki mansion's onsen.

JUJUSTSU KAISEN:

*ೃ༄ SATORU GOJO

( 18+ ) gojo + lineage ; f!reader / gojo — part of #birbs smut blurbs

*ೃ༄ NANAMI KENTO

( 18+ ) nanami + tie ; f!reader / nanami — part of #birbs smut blurbs

[ updated: 10.14.24 | © all works belong to @whirlybirbs / pilotisms on archive of our own. do not plagiarize, translate, repost, or bind my fanworks for sale. ]

[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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[delulu4anime]

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔗𝔬 𝔓𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢⇥ ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀʙʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ⇥ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ!ᴛᴏꜱʜɪɴᴏʀɪ ʏᴀɢɪ x ᴡɪꜰᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʀʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ⇥ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴜʟᴏɢʏ⇥ ᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ…ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘʟᴜꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ʙᴀᴅ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ⇥ ᴘɪᴠ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜱᴇx, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ, ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ꜱᴇx, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏꜱʜɪ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ⇥ 2.3ᴋ+

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴍᴏɴ⇥ 🔞ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴇᴅ. ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ🔞-ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ʙʀʀʀʀʀʀ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇ-ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇꜱ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏᴍɴꜱ⇥ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴ' ᴏɴ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ/ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴛ?/ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ/ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴇᴀᴛ/ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ/ɪ'ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ᴛʀᴇᴇ/ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ'ꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ/ꜱʜᴇ'ᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛ��ᴏᴛʜᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴ' ᴍᴇ

For as long as Toshinori could remember he always wanted to be that light in the world that people needed; to be a symbol of hope. For people to rely on him in their darkest times and know that at the end he'd help them through it. It had been a several years since his mentor, Nana, death and almost two since he returned back home to make his debut as All Might. His plan was to become the hero he always wanted to be and with time he did. Everything was going according to plan until he met you; the greatest side quest he'd ever taken. 

    You met each other when you were around twenty-five at the coffee shop you had been working at throughout college. You were so shy talking to the number one hero but with his frequent visits there was a friendship that was built. A friendship that grew into a relationship and ended with you taking his last name. In the two years of marriage Toshinori never knew your presence was what he needed to fill so many voids inside him. Even on days where that smile almost slipped he thought of getting back home to you and that's all he needed to help him push through a little more. 

    He loved you so much. So much so that a thought started to form in the back of his mind. A thought that was growing more and more persistent every day. Every time he saw a family walking down the streets during patrol. Every time he rescued a pregnant woman from a villain. Every single time a child with a toothy grin ran up to him and asked for his autograph. 

    That thought ran through his mind...he wanted a baby. He knew it was a big choice and at the end of the day it was completely up to if you wanted to start a family. But it was getting harder and harder to ignore the urge to ravish his pretty little wife. He decided then that it was time to have a conversation about it. He just needed to calmly and nonchalantly ask for your opinion on it. 

    It was a rare Sunday off for Toshinori which meant you got up a little earlier than you normally would so you could make him breakfast. You slipped out of the bed without disturbing him as he slept on his stomach facing away from you. You bare feet walking across the hardwood flooring of your apartment as you made your way into the kitchen. You start moving around as you got a pan to cook the eggs or the seasoning you usually used. Soon the savory smell wafted throughout the apartment and caused Toshinori to stir in his sleep. 

    He let out a grunt as he reached his arm over to feel around for you. The sheets were still warm but he didn't feel your body. His head shot up immediately as his groggy mind took a minute to process that you weren't in bed and the smell coming from the kitchen was you. It took a moment before he was coming down the hallway and yawning. He scratched at his bare stomach as his gaze landed on you and he froze. 

    The way his white T-shirt hung on your body only reminded him of how much bigger he was than you. It caused something to shift inside him and the thought of making a baby now was the only thing clouding his mind. Especially when you looked over your shoulder like that and your lips pulled into that sweet smile of yours. Saying he was smitten by you was an understatement. He was about to show you how much he really loved you.

    "Good morning Toshi. How'd you sleep?" You ask him before looking back down at the eggs you were finishing cooking. 

    Toshinori came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He dipped his head down into the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. Gods, he swore your scent was an aphrodisiac. How could he be so addicted to the way his wife smelled? He placed a lazy kiss on your shoulder as a soft hum escapes you. 

    "I slept good. How about you love?" Toshinori asked as she continued to place gentle kisses against your skin. You couldn't help but smile as you plated the egg on the dish next to you.

    "I slept peacefully like I always do when you're next to me." You sweetly say and it only makes his heart skip a beat. 

His kisses soon make their way to your neck and the kisses soon turn a bit more intimate; his lips parting to leave open mouth kisses against your sensitive skin. 

    "I love you." He whispered as he presses himself closer to you. You could feel his warmth envelop you and you didn't miss the way his clothed hard on seemed to press into your lower back. One of his hands moving under the fabric of your shirt while the other moves to your hip. 

    "I-I love you too Toshi." You said in a shaky tone as you reached out to turn the stove off now that you were done with cooking and that motion only caused your ass to brush against him more. His groan sent a shiver down your spine and you knew right away what was going to happen.

It sent heat straight to your core and when you felt him spread his palm over your stomach you couldn't help but exhales a breath. Your eyes fluttering shut when he sucks on your skin softly. 

"Y'know been thinking lately," He murmured against your skin as he rubbed gentle circles against your stomach. "about how cute you would look pregnant."

Your eyes shot open and you turned to look over your shoulder at your husband. He lifted his head up from your shoulder and looked down at you with those blue eyes you had fallen in love with all those years ago. Her lips part as heat started to rise up in your cheeks at the idea of having a baby with him. You hadn't even considered it since you had been too busy at work to really think of anything else and Toshinori was thriving as the number one hero; you didn't expect this. 

"Toshi what are you-"

"I want to start a family with you. What do you think? A mini us running around and filling our place with a little more noise," Toshinori breathed out as he gently moved a hand to your shoulders. He shifted you over and pressed lightly against your shoulders blades as you bent over the counter. You could hear the way his breathing sounded labored as he started to grind his hips against your ass. "P-Please think about it my love. Want to get you pregnant so badly."

You could feel him start to push the fabric of your t-shirt up and his fingertips tucking into the waistband of your panties. He waited just a moment wanting to hear your sweet words. Ones that would either snap him out of the spell he seemed to be under or ones that would push him to ravish you completely. Your thoughts swarmed with the idea of starting a family; to have a baby with Toshinori’s eyes or his sweet smile. To see your child bouncing around while they watched their father on tv saving lives and vowing to be a hero just like him. To run your hands over your pregnant belly and feel the baby kick for the first time. An overwhelming feeling of love for your husband hits you and you looked over your shoulder at him and nodded your head.

"Words my love. Please," Toshinori practically whined out. "I need to hear you say the words."

"I...I want you to get me pregnant Toshi." 

That's all it took for Toshinori to rip your panties off your body and strip you out of the t-shirt that was his. He quickly spins you around so he can pick you up and gently put you on the counter so you're more eye level with him. He crashes his lips against you in pure desperation and you immediately wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss him back. You can feel him stripping himself out of his sweatpants and kicking the material to the side as his tongue moves inside your mouth to claim every inch of you. He moves his calloused hands to your thighs and slowly spread them open for him to easily slide his fingertips over your wet folds. He pulled away as those lidded blue eyes focused in on the way your face contoured into one of pleasure when he slowly slid two of his fingers inside you. You moved your hands down to grasp the edge of the countertop.

"You are so beautiful," Toshinori whispered as he rested his free hand on your cheek. Your eyes slowly opening as you looked up at him. "You are so good for me my love." He praised as the pace of his fingers moved faster inside you.

The way he curled his digits inside you caused you to moan and tremble on the countertop. You could feel your release quickly approaching which he knew; it caused him to keep up his pace and soon you were coming undone for him. He smiled down at you before he captured your lips in a heated kiss; he removed his fingers from you and moved his hands to your hips.

"That's a good girl. You did such a good job," Toshinori praised and it was only clouding your mind more. "Wrap your arms around me my love." 

You wrap your arms around his neck and he picks you up with ease; his stature and the last several years of hero work making picking your precious body up a walk in the park. He closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours; his fingertips grasping your thighs tightly. He lowered you down against him as inch by inch started to slide into you. You both moaned in unison as you gripped onto his broad shoulders tightly; he continued to lower you onto him until he was buried inside you to the hilt. 

"Oh sweetheart you feel so good." Toshinori moaned out before he moved he moved to bury his face in the crook of your neck. 

Despite being married for the last several years you still hadn't gotten use to the stretch. It always made you feel so full. It was the same for him, the feeling of you enveloping him was one of the best feelings. You were always so tight and wet for him, like your body was made just for him. He started to move his hips in long, deep thrusts that only caused you to moan out for him with each movement of his hips. He squeezed your thighs again as he moaned against your skin; he wanted to savor every one of your sweet moans and whimpers. 

"F-Fuck Toshi," You whines out. "L-Love you."

"H-Haaa, I love you so much," He says in between soft kisses against your skin and grunts. He lifts you up as he buries himself deeper within you as if he just can't get close enough. He lifts his head from your neck once again as his lidded gaze looks at you. "Look at me sweetheart. Please." 

You let out a cry of pleasure at the way he seems to go deeper than he was before and you clung to him desperately. You open your eyes and look up at him as you moan out his name. He can't tear his eyes away from you, all that matters to him in the world was you. 

"Gods, you're so beautiful, so perfect for me." He groans. "I'm so lucky you're all mine." 

Toshinori's hips faster which only causes you to moan loudly at the way he moves your body up and down like a rag doll. You can feel the pressure in your lower stomach building quickly and you dig your nails into his shoulders. 

"You're so tight...so warm." He groans as he struggles to keep his eyes open, the sensation of you surrounding him is too much. "Please my love." 

"T-Toshi...w-want a baby...please gimme a baby." You whimper out.

There it is again, that whimper of yours. The pleading, the need, the hint of desperation. The last bit of self control he had was slowly slipping away and his thrusts became a bit erratic.

"Nghh...you want it?" He pants out. "You want me to, oh fuck, give you a baby love?"

"Y-Yes!" You scream out as you press your face into the crook of his neck. Your thighs tightening around his waist. "Please Toshi!"

His hips pounding into you poor cunt repeatedly as he whispered sweet things in your ear was your undoing. You cried out his name as you came undone around him and were ascending to cloud nine. The feeling of you completely falling apart like that, because of him, was a moment he wanted to keep in his mind forever. He twitches inside you at the way you cry out his name and he thrusts once more before coming deep inside you. Your womb painted white with his seed. You tremble in his arms as he rubs at your skin gently. 

"You did so good for my sweetheart." Toshinori pants out. Despite being a little shaky himself, he makes his way out of the kitchen and into the living room with you in his grasp. He sits down on the couch and gently grabs your jaw so he can look at your pretty fucked out face. "So good that you're gonna give me another right? I'm getting you pregnant today."

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2024 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋꜱ

ᴘᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ

[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.

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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."

[lesinquietes]

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Omg imagine being a teaching assistant for professor All Might 🥹 you’re an adult, well past or into your twenties, in the last year of your teaching degree. Your university placed you at UA for your final practicum. It’s there that you meet Toshinori. They assign you to his classroom and you have the best time with his students and teaching methods. You get along well with all of his little cherubs, including Bakugou. The kid can put up a tough front all he wants; you heard him tell Kirishima that he thinks you’re badass.

When you’re wrapping up and getting prepared to graduate, Toshinori realizes it’s time to ask the question. He approaches you on the day of your departure and asks if you’d like to have dinner with him. And like, of course you would. He’s been nothing but kind and helpful to you. You couldn’t help developing a crush on him. He’s grateful — if not incredibly sheepish — to hear that you resonate with his feelings for you. Your mutual confessions are sweet.

But he definitely doesn’t expect to be fucking you in the nearest classroom shortly after, hands clutching your hips, balls slapping wantonly against your ass. He holds you up with slim, albeit firm, arms, pressing your clothes torso close to his. He whispers truth about your beauty into your ear, and promises to stretch you wider in his hero form next time.