Long time no post everyone! I’ve finally finished moving, and, while I have a lot of unpacking to do, I’m getting back into writing again. I don’t think I can get back into my once a day posting again just yet, but a couple times a week for now.
BUT with no further ado… I’ve had this idea in my head for a while, so thanks for the request. It gave me an excuse to finally write it.
It always starts with a joke - All Might x Reader - NSFW - Daddy Kink
It had started off as a joke.
You and All Might were at the park, lounging on a bench together, enjoying the sun. He had kids flocking him, asking for autographs and pictures with him, all of which he humbly obliged. He was always happy to please his fans, especially the young ones.
As the crowd simmered down and kids ran off excitedly to play superhero, their parents watching diligently, you began to relax as the atmosphere quieted.
Your arm was wrapped around his loosely, your head resting on his bicep and your fingers entwined with his. Everything was peaceful.
“Hey, Daddy, Daddy!” You suddenly heard a child cry, and your eyes fluttered open. You saw a young boy, yanking on the arm of his father, dragging him towards a concession stand. “Ice cream, daddy!”
On cue, your stomach rumbled. Your previously peaceful countenance scrunched up at the volume of it, and All Might erupted into laughter.
“Might you like something too, my dear?” He asked, glancing down at you with his hidden blue eyes.
“Ice cream does sound good.” You mused, “Sorbet for you, maybe?”
All Might nodded and stood, offering you a hand up, which you happily accepted. The two of you walked hand in hand over to the ice cream vendor, who lit up at the sight of his famous customer.
While All Might ordered your favorite flavor, and something sugar free for himself, you noticed the boy from before next to you, his face covered in ice cream as he held his father’s hand.
“Thank you, Daddy!” he cried out, as he and his father walked away chuckling.
A dastardly thought crossed your mind and your lips curled up mischievously.
All Might turned to you, holding a cone of ice cream in both hands, and offered you yours.
“Thanks,” You chimed and then pursed your lips as you reached for it. “Thank you so much, Daddy.”
You barely registered the sound of a crunch before cold ice cream splattered across your cheeks.
