young all might, cause i've been trying to properly figure out my ocs story 😮💨 can you blame my boy for folding? toshi has been pretty his whole entire lifeeee 😵💫
young all might, cause i've been trying to properly figure out my ocs story 😮💨 can you blame my boy for folding? toshi has been pretty his whole entire lifeeee 😵💫
If Tomura couldn’t remember most of his childhood pre-AFO, and Kurogiri couldn’t remember life as a human, do you think they just… didn’t have Christmas?
The League could be sitting around, some maybe groaning about the holiday season while others are excited, meanwhile Tomura and Kurogiri could not be more confused. Tomura’s Master didn’t really encourage they do holidays. There’s just no benefit to them. It’s completely illogical. At least, that’s what he said, just to make sure Tomura had nothing to look forward to that wasn’t exactly what AFO wanted.
Kurogiri would feel horrible for unintentionally depriving Tomura of things like holidays. Tomura would swear he doesn’t want to spend his day so frivolously anyway.
But the League wouldn’t have any of that.
So, Tomura’s first Christmas would be full of friends. It would be unavoidable to realize that, faced with shitty presents that Spinner insisted all be wrapped, and a half-assed potted tree with mostly paper ornaments because Compress refused to give up his marbles and Toga refused to have an empty tree, and cookies that Magne provided because she swears you can’t have Christmas without them, and Twice’s Christmas karaoke and Dabi’s insufferably mostly-insult filled Christmas cards with varying amounts of money depending on who you are because he refuses to shop for them himself. His dad guardian is there, and his friends are there and they’re doing a stupid holiday just for him.
That is Tomura’s first Christmas. If Tenko were there, he would be ecstatic.
Howling Storm(Shape-shifter!Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)
warnings: mentions of abuse, arranged marriage, fantasy au
word count: 1k
pairings: Shape-shifter!Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader
summary: despite you being promised to the prince of Starquake, your knight allows you to run off. you make connections with the wolves, especially the golden leader. and when you're kidnapped by the prince, a golden dragon comes to save you.
a/n: for Prominence Smash's first challenge! found the banner picture on google, I don't own it.
The air is cold as you make your way along the path. At your side is Sir Yamada. He looks at you with that classic smile on his face, ushering you to continue walking.
You felt nervous. You’ve never left your kingdom before. Your betrothed lived in the kingdom closest to yours, but you had to make your way there first. The man in question, Prince of Starquake, was rumored to be unkind and malicious. You weren’t happy to be promised to him, but to make the land happy, you decided to go forth with it.
Just as you're about to turn the bend, Sir Yamada pulls you into the shrubs. He clamps his hand on your mouth to keep you quiet. You rest easy against him, having known him your entire life. He’s been your knight forever. He would never hurt you.
“Listen to me, princess.” He whispers in your ear. It’s a stark contrast to his usually loud and boisterous self. “Run away. I will give you my dagger. Please, run away.”
You nod, tears filling your eyes. He was saving you from a nasty future. A future where you’d be kept locked up in the palace and used as a breeding cow. The kind of future where you’d never know happiness.
Sir Yamada hands you a sack of coins and his dagger. Then he hugs you tightly, placing a kiss on your cheek.
“Be brave for me, princess. I know you can.”
He watches as you run off into the forest, and he knows that he has to make up some excuse for you. Even if it costs him his life, Sir Yamada will make sure you do not end up married to that damn prince.
You run and run until you collapse on a pile of leaves. The forest floor smells of pine and dead leaves and moss. Somehow, it comforts you. Within realizing it, you just close your eyes and you let the sounds of the birds in the trees lull you to sleep.
You dream of wolves. Wolves racing to get to you. But the wolves, they do not hurt you. They pile on top of you, kissing you and licking your cheeks. They whine and howl for your attention.
When you wake up, you feel your cheeks a little wet. You touch them, wondering if maybe you cried in your sleep. But there’s a little voice inside you that says maybe those dreams were real.
With renewed courage, you continue running. You aren’t really sure where you’ll go, but you know you’ll be better off just being on the run. The sun shines so brightly and it feels so freeing to be out here for the first time.
You happen upon a den of wolves and you watch them carefully. They are all so beautiful. They play with one another. There’s a clear leader here, and you admire him.
His fur is golden and his eyes are so blue. You are thankful for your vantage point right now. They cannot see you, but you are able to observe them.
So you do this for a few days. You follow them on their hunt, thankful that you’re able to snag a few rabbits for yourself. Without any prior training, you think to yourself that you’re doing well to keep yourself safe and alive.
One night, you feel warmth next to you. You roll over to find the leader of the wolf pack nestled next to you. You reach out to pet his fur, loving the way he smells of flowers. He keeps you warm.
The following morning, you wake up to find the pack of wolves has gone. You do your best to try and track them down, but it’s almost to no use. They’ve left you.
You walk tirelessly through the forest. Eventually, you do collapse in exhaustion. You pray that someone will find you and take pity on you.
The moment you wake up, you regret that you prayed for someone to find you. You’re locked away in a room, and you recognize the insignia on the wall. You’re in the Starquake palace. The one place you didn’t want to find yourself in again.
The doors are pushed open and you see the prince. He looks furious. He berates you for going back on your word and abandoning him. You desperately beg for forgiveness, which he begrudgingly gives. But it’s not without consequence.
From your room in the palace, you look out the window. You begin to imagine the wolves running around. How desperately you wish to see them again. Especially the leader. You felt such a deep connection to him.
The days and nights go by and you find yourself falling into a deep depression. You should have been smarter. Maybe if you had just gone to this palace in the first place, you’d have more freedom. And now without anyone you know or trust by your side, you’re even more isolated.
A big storm covers the kingdom with rain and wind. You look out your window, hoping for someone or something to save you. The prince grows even more weary and impatient, finding himself wanting to produce an heir even more despite you wanting to wait longer.
The windows are broken as a giant golden wing pushes through it. Then you see the snout of a golden dragon. It roars loudly at the prince, then picks him up by the scruff of his shirt. You should be horrified but this is what you wanted. You desperately needed to be saved from the abuse and the torture he put you through.
And like something calling you forth, you climb onto the dragon’s back. It flies off with you, and you can smell that flowery smell once more. It lands in an open field and you gasp when there’s a bright light.
There’s a hand reaching out to you from above. It’s connected to a muscular arm. The man has beautiful blue eyes, like the wolf. He smiles charmingly.
Bruises That Won't Heal(Sorahiko Torino/Gran Torino x Fem!Reader)
warnings: smut, age gap(reader in mid 20s and Torino probably close to 40s), mentions of Nana and Sorahiko being together, Nana's death being mentioned, alcohol, angst, crying, virginity loss, vaginal fingering, breast play, pregnancy mention.
word count: 2.2k
pairings: Sorahiko Torino/Gran Torino x Fem!Reader
summary: you've fantasized about him for so long, and after Nana's death you wonder if maybe you should shoot your shot. he takes good care of you during your first time, but afterwards the glitter fades and he gives you a taste of reality.
a/n: I do not know what came over me but I decided to write this and then it got fucking angsty and I couldn't stop. Hope y'all enjoy! Thank you @cherryblossombankai for beta reading!
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You didn’t know what really drew you in. He was a miserable man, frowning all the time. You figured since the death of Nana Shimura, he wasn’t the same. There was a lack of glow within him. And for so long, you had looked up to both of them. Losing Nana had been a devastating blow to you.
You knew that Gran Torino had sent his little protege off to America, hopefully to keep the enemy away from him. While you should have been going gaga over Toshinori, you couldn’t help but have your eyes on Gran Torino.
Damn Sorahiko…
You wanted this crush to go away. You wanted it to fade completely. But the more you tried to push it away, the more you found yourself wanting to find the man and maybe help him with the pain of losing his partner. You weren’t sure if he and Nana were actually romantically involved, but you were thinking there must have been something there.
When you meet up with him next, he tries to ignore you. You weren’t going to give up just like that. You try your best to get his attention, but he’s just not quite interested just yet.
Then one night, you two end up at the bar together. With a few drinks in him, he loosens up just a bit.. Your heart is racing every time he gets so close to you. He smells nice; rich and inviting. It’s almost intoxicating to your senses. He keeps bringing you out to the dancefloor between drinks. Soon you two are tucked away in the alleyway out back.
“What does a perfectly lovely young woman want with an old man like me?” He asks, nipping at your neck.
“I want you. I’ve always wanted you. You’re my inspiration.”
He freezes at your words. You’ve got no idea what you’re getting yourself into. But he’s been lonely since he lost Nana. She’d be scolding him for becoming so depressed and letting himself go.. She would be happy that someone is showing interest in him.
But he still kisses you hungrily. You can taste the whiskey on his breath. You can’t help yourself; you press your body up against his. You feel the definition of muscles, loving the way he’s trying to buff up for you right now. It’s like he’s trying to put on a show just for you.
“How long have you wanted this for?” He asks you between heated kisses.
You blush and look down. “Too long.’”
He grins, “Come on, tell me.”
“I’ve been fantasizing about being with you since I was about twenty…”
This causes him to groan. You really have been fantasizing about him and his cock since you were twenty…god it shouldn’t be that hot, but it is. He brings your hand down to his pants, helping you squeeze his bulge.
“Look at what you’re doing to me, baby girl.”
The words make you shudder. “Can’t help it. Daddy.”
This word causes him to pick you up and hurriedly fly you to his apartment. He opens the door with ease, helping you inside. Once in his bedroom, the man pushes you onto his bed. You get a good idea of how sad he’s been considering the room is in complete disarray. But you push those thoughts away, wanting to see where this night goes.
“You want me to take good care of you, don’t you?” He asks, his cheeks a little pink.
You nod. “Please daddy.”
Sorahiko begins to strip you. He’s surprisingly tender, which makes your heart feel so full of affection. You don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s actually your first time. You’re faking things to make sure he thinks you’re experienced. Though, he’s pretty confident in being able to tell that this is your first time.
His big hands cup your breasts, pushing them together before leaning in to take one of your nipples into his mouth. Your back arches off the bed and you eagerly run your fingers through his hair. He didn’t think this small action would cause him to falter in his movements. It just feels so good to have someone showing him affection.
His eyes lock with yours as he continues to suckle on your nipples and nip at the swell of your breast. It’s been a while since he’s been intimate. He’s had a few hookups since his last time with Nana, and he’s so desperately trying to push that last time out of his mind. All he wants to do is lose himself to the feeling of you.
“Sorahiko…” you let out when his fingers brush against your wet labia.
He smirks at you. “Pretty girl’s all wet for me…but I don’t think you deserve more until you use my proper name.”
“D-daddy, please don’t tease.”
Despite it being your first time, Sorahiko is quite convinced you’re experienced. You want to tell him, but you’re worried it might scare him off. So you spread your legs more, bucking only when he teases you just a little more. He smears your arousal all over your labia and clit, spending his time rubbing the little nub in just the way you like it.
“That’s it, that’s daddy’s girl.”
One of his fingers pushes into you and you gasp. You weren’t expecting that just a finger would be such a stretch. He looks into your eyes once more, making sure you’re feeling alright. There’s such a look of concern and it makes your heart skip a beat. You nod, letting him know it’s okay.
“It’s your first time, isn’t it?” His voice is soft and laced with tenderness.
Your cheeks burn and you try to look away. “Y-yes, it is.”
He leans in to capture your lips in such a sweet kiss. It makes your head whirl with so many emotions. You shouldn’t be falling in love with a man who’s much older than you, but the way he’s stimulating you makes you realize that he might be ruining sex for you with anyone else.
“Let me take care of you.”
His words make your whole body warm up. He continues to pump his finger into you, making sure to go slow. His thumb comes up to rub your clit in time. Soon he’s adding another finger. Torino watches for any signs of discomfort before he begins to scissor the fingers inside of you to stretch you out. He then leans in again and kisses you over and over.
“Cum for me, beautiful.”
It takes a few more thrusts of his fingers to send you over the edge with a soft pant of his name. He loves the way you look when you come undone like this. Your cheeks flush, hair sticking to your face and your legs shaking. He prolongs the pleasure until you’re squirming.
Then he pulls off his own clothes. You get the full eyeful of him. He’s gorgeous, toned and he has a littering of scars on his body. The way you so tenderly caress his chest has his breath hitching in his throat. Nobody but Nana has ever touched him quite like this.
“You sure you’re okay with this, kiddo?” He asks once more, rubbing your thighs as he slots himself between them.
You nod eagerly. “I’m ready. I want this.”
Sorahiko grasps his cock, letting it rub between your soaked folds before the tip prods your tight little hole. You gasp and cling to him when he pushes into you. It’s slow at first, and he’s whispering soft words of praise to keep you feeling comfortable and safe. A few tears slide down your cheeks and he’s good to kiss them away.
“You’re doing so well for me, baby girl.” He coos so softly.
Bit by bit, he pushes more of himself into you. When he bottoms out, he looks into your eyes and he grabs your hands. Your heart skips a beat when he intertwines his fingers with yours.
“I’ll always be here to take good care of you,” he whispers but you swear those words are meant for someone else.
Your heart clenches in your chest and you try not to cry again. You wish you could just fall in love with him. You know you could never take away the pain of losing Nana, but you could help him heal. You could help him see that he’s so worthy of love.
Sorahiko begins thrusting, making the bed under you rock a little. You gasp as his cock hits the sweet spot inside of you. The stretch is being replaced with delicious pleasure that you never knew could exist. You immediately wrap your legs around him to bring him in even closer.
He kisses you hungrily and sloppily, the remnants of the alcohol running through his system. He feels like old wounds are being opened and you are just tearing down the walls he’s been putting up for way too long. He hates that you can just so easily reach into him and tug on his heartstrings like his.
When you whimper and tell him you’re close, it makes him feel so good. For an older man, he can still pleasure you. He grows confident in his movements and even reaches between you both to rub your clit. The sound of your voice is pure music to his ears, making him grunt.
Your walls clamp down around him, pulling him closer to his own release. He groans your name as he tries to warn you that he’s close. With a few more pumps of his hips, he spills deep inside of you. Tears stream down your cheeks again as you feel so loved. You hold onto him, rubbing his back and kissing the top of his head as he slumps against your breasts.
Torino looks away and hides his own tears. How could you make him feel so loved and appreciated? You shouldn’t be chasing this dream. He’s just an old man that could hold you back. You’re in the prime of your career. You should be with someone like Toshinori, closer in age and also in the prime of his career.
Sorahiko pulls out of you, watching as his cum dribbles out of your cute little hole. Without thinking, he pushes it back into you and kisses you deeply. He’s going to regret all of this in the morning when the fog settles, but right now he wants to just be as close to you as he can.
Tenderly, he cleans you up and he holds you in his arms. You nuzzle against his chest, looking up at him like he strung the stars in the sky just for you. Every time your eyes meet, he feels himself falling deeper in love with you. You, who pulled out all these damn feelings.
“Sleep now, pretty darling.”
His words and soft, sweet affections lull you to sleep. The smell of sex and his cologne permeate the air. You feel good in his embrace. For the first time, you feel so loved.
The next morning, you wake up cold and alone. The bed feels so empty without the man you lost your virginity to in it. You stretch out, trying to pretend that he’s here. You get up from the bed; all of your muscles aching from the lovemaking last night. With a heavy heart, you pull on your clothes.
You’re not expecting to find him in the kitchen. He hands you a glass of water and some painkillers.. All the softness and love from last night is gone. You feel like you’re encountering a stonewall.
“You should go,” he says gruffly. “We don’t want the press to know about this.”
You scoff, “I didn’t think you were someone who cared about that kind of stuff.”
He feels terrible for doing this, but if he severs the bond now, you won’t be too sad when he pushes you away inevitably. He tried his best to push all thoughts of Nana away, but dammit she’s all he can think about. Sorahiko thinks about that promise he made…the choice he and Nana had to make.
“Just get going, come on, kid.”
The word stings more than it should. You feel yourself shaking as you try to place the empty glass on the counter. Your own body defies you and you throw yourself at him desperately, but he pushes you away. You’re crying now, begging him to reconsider.
“Don’t do this to yourself, kid. Don’t torture yourself. Last night was just some fun. I was drunk and so were you.”
Your heart shatters when you listen to him. The way he had taken care of you had you thinking it was different. You realize now that you’ll never ever be able to hold a candle to Nana Shimura. You get up off your knees, dusting yourself off. He won’t look at you, but you can tell he’s crying too.
“Fine, it was just a night of fun. Don’t come to me when you need fun again.”
You grab your jacket and slam the door behind you. Sorahiko begins to cry and he holds his head in his hands. Nana was gone and you deserved so much better than this broken old man.
As the days go by, you realize that your little night of fun turned into something more. For more than ten months, you disappear from the public eye. When you return to hero work, the man you had fallen in love with has changed. Not only physically, but also emotionally.
And somewhere in the world, there’s a little girl with gray hair and dark eyes who wonders who her parents are. And perhaps she never will.
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