#Eraser x Present Mic

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Miles to Go Before I Sleep

A My Hero Academia Fanfic by lirloves fic

Canon Divergent AU

Rating: M for swearing (hello Bakugou) and for canon-typical violence

Characters: just about everybody plus some cameos from other manga/anime/tv shows

Pairings: Bakugou/Midoriya, Aizawa/Yamada (Eraserhead/Present Mic), other background relationships

Summary:

When Deku left UA after the battle with Shigaraki, he left his ID behind because, unlike his license which only listed his hero name, it had his real name on it. He didn't need it anymore because from this moment on Midoriya Izuku, son of Midoriya Inko, hero student at UA and member of Class 1-A, no longer existed. He was Deku now, and only Deku. After all, the gift of One For All had come with a price, and because he was the quirk’s last holder, Deku was the world’s last chance to defeat All For One. Like it or not, even though his license was only provisional, he was a hero now. He had to be. He would fight All For One, and he would win. There was no other option.

But that didn’t mean he’d survive the experience.

Midoriya leaves UA to search for Shigaraki and All For One, determined to finally defeat All For One, no matter what it takes.

And Bakugou is having none of it.

Chapter Eighteen

Eyes narrowed, hands on hips, Katsuki surveyed the empty room next to his, trying to find any flaws in the repairs he’d made. Then he grinned. There wasn’t a single one.

The room was perfect.

It had taken the better part of a week for Katsuki to repair the two rooms on the fourth floor, but by late Thursday morning they were finished.

Fucking finally.

He’d spent more than three days patching the walls he’d damaged and then completely repainting both rooms with two coats of the standard white paint the school seemed so fond of. And even though they hadn’t been damaged, he’d even included the ceilings because Katsuki had never half-assed anything in his entire life, and he certainly wasn’t going to start now.

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[blondieeu]

comfort inn. aizawa s.

a/n; early christmas content?!

being in a long term relationship with aizawa shouta and eventually making him a holiday person even though he denies it.

"shouta, you're still the most talented gift wrapper I know," you teased as you peaked under the absurdly large and fully decorated christmas tree that had actually no business in your small apartment.

more specifically, you were peaking at the nicely wrapped and carefully lined up boxes placed under it. on the other side of the christmas tree, were your clearly not so neatly wrapped presents.

as you both laid on the couch, him on the L side of the couch with his arms lazily behind his head, your small tuxedo cat- terra took over the other half of the couch (literally just the arm of the couch) and you, not too far away from him but not touching as you both laid there in one another presence.

he wore a long sleeve black shirt and some pajama pants. his hair was in a nice low sleek bun you did for him while he brushed his teeth. he doesn't ask you to put his hair in a bun for him anymore, you just do it because you know he appreciates it.

shouta narrowed his eyes at you. "someone has to maintain elegance in this chaotic apartment." he mumbled, almost under his breath but he knew you could hear him. the lower half of his face was covered by a fluffy white throw blanket.

"maintaining elegance is crazy work, you know that right?" you chuckled out loud peeling your eyes from the impeccably wrapped presents to your boyfriend, laughing loudly when you made eye contact and he cracked a smirk that quickly went away. "besides, your elegance looks a lot like perfectionism to me shouta."

"same difference." he didn't even move from his position on the couch, arms still behind his head. aizawa had been wrapping gifts like that since your very first christmas together, he wrapped you one on your first date.

your large christmas tree shined brightly from the corner of your living room. many colorful decorations, lights, ornaments and a bunch of other shit could be seen on it. it was so big and extra and unnecessary, especially for your apartment - you loved it so much.

"..are you social distancing now?" you smiled at his subtle request for you to come closer, obliging him as you settled back into the warmth of your couch. you weren't really cuddling, just laying beside one another. you relished in the feeling of the heat radiating off your boyfriend.

eventually, your gaze swept across the small apartment you and shouta made into a home throughout the years of your relationship. currently, it turned into what looked like someones grandma's house over the holidays - specifically yours... and it may or may not have been because you stole a bunch of her stuff years ago and wont give it back.

sparkly christmas lights, and sneaky mistletoes placed above the more frequently used door frames. the smell of baking cookies filled all the unoccupied spaces in your home. 'ridiculous' color changing lights danced around on your ceiling too, something you personally insisted you have in the house this christmas.

"up to eight christmas' man. " you began, affection filling your voice. "i can't believe I ended up turning the king of emo into a christmas pro." you fell into a fit of laughter as you continued to poke fun at him, he kept his eyes glued to the television mounted on the wall. terra yawned and leaped off the couch before disappearing behind the kitchen island.

the pro-hero raised a bushy brow, ignoring the fact that she left. "emo..?" he seemed a little taken aback that someone would tell him that. "im a little quiet, I'll admit." "a little?-" you sat up on your elbow, turning towards him with raised eyebrows.

"I speak when necessary. there's nothing 'emo' about me."

"what about that drawing koda made of you?" you both thought back to a week prior; visiting the wild wild pussycats and finding a crumbled picture of shouta poorly drawn as the grinch, which was ironic because you were only visiting to ask what koda would want this christmas. a snicker was heard from your side of the couch, a side eye was also received directly after.

shouta turned his head at the mention of the piece of paper, trying to hide his faint smile. "koda's artistic skills are.. a little questionable." you laughed again. "and I'm not a 'christmas pro.' I just enjoy.. some aspects of the holiday." "yeah, like what?" you threw a leg over his as you cuddled into him to steal his blanket.

"don't let me find out you really do like our sparkling rainbow ceiling lights shouta!" your long-term boyfriend instinctively put an arm around your shoulder as you laid your head on his chest, then fixing the blanket on top of the both of you. "I tolerate them."

"you're my closet christmas king" he looked down at you with an unexpected chuckle, his breath tickled the bridge of your nose. "don't tell anyone that." you happily held up your pinky, he obliged and curled his with yours as you sealed it with a kiss. "secrets safe with me baby"

blondieeu xx

[mashiraostail]

Presentation Mic, Eraser and Sek accidental confession?? Maybe you guys are arguing or reader did something stupid that worried the boys? Cliffhanger NSFW-y ending?

You already know what it is. I missed presentation microphone the most tbh hes fun

Present Mic: "You can't do things like that-" He's following you, lately it feels like he's always following you. "I'm not going to argue with you right now Hizashi." You hold your hand up, not even turning to face him. "What?" He sounds perturbed, "I'm not trying to argue with you!" "Oh perfect! I know I'm always wrong in your eyes but this time I'm glad to have screwed it up! So I guess that's solved, I'll see you tomorrow." If your mood had been even slightly more sour Aizawa poking his head out of his bedroom door and making a mocking angry feline sound at you would have made you deck him. Dorming as staff had created much more drama than anticipated, he was loving it. You had a feeling Nezu wasn't going to stick to this set up long. You weren't a teacher and didn't live in the dorms, however you were working closely with Hizashi and upon decided to come check on him after the fight you were instantly met with criticisms of your performance.

"Fuck off." Instead of decking him, you just push Aizawa by his forehead, away from you. "Why won't you listen to me?" Hizashi closes Aizawa's door as he walks by it, still chasing you. "Because you're not the boss of me!" You turn to face him, "I swear you think-" "I'm not telling you this because I think I'm the boss of you! I'm telling you this because I-" He furrows his eyebrows, "I'm telling you as a concerned friend, your lack of self preservation is-" "None of your concern!" You can hear Nemuri gasp at that, Aizawa must of alerted her to the brewing argument. It was your mistake for accidentally venting to him about Hizashi's sudden change in attitude. You forgot how much he enjoyed being a spectator to conflict. It had actually been Hizashi's fault for telling Nemuri the way he felt about you, even though he knew she thought misunderstandings were a spectator sport. "It is my concern!" Hizashi asserts, "please just hear me out, I'm begging you here!" He throws his hands up, "do you want me to get on my knees or something?!" "God I'm a masochist." you turn around. "Fine. Tell me how stupid you think I am, how I never think, how you would have done it better!" You jab his chest with an accusatory finger, "absolve yourself of all guilt when something happens to me, because you warned me so it's not your fault that they're just culling the weak-" "When did I ever say that?!" Hizashi sounds terrified, "is that what you think of me?" Your heart is pounding, your eyes are watering, "What?! No!" You leer back, "Hizashi I think the world of you! Ever since I came here I've just wanted to impress you! For you to tell me I did a good job, that you were glad to have me here, god anything!" You scoff, "instead you always tell me all the stupid things I did wrong!" Hizashi faulters at that he looks at you, your heaving chest and rising shoulders, he could practically hear your heart pounding. "What? I'm standing here, I'm listening, I'm hearing you out and you're just going to stare at me?" "I didn't realize you saw it that way." He holds his hands up, his hero outfit was discarded after the fight, his hands were bare of his usual gloves. "Of course you didn't." You laugh, "you can never do anything wrong, only me."

"Oh, holy shit."

Vlad was standing at the end of the hall but quickly dissipated into the nearest room. You'd amassed a small but subtle crowd of teachers, poking the heads around corners and out of rooms. The only one who was in direct sight was Aizawa, probably wondering if you were going to punch Hizashi's teeth in. "I wish I never moved here." You scrub your face, "this was such a dumb idea." "Don't say that." Hizashi looks different than you'd ever seen him before, "don't be mean." He looks at a loss for words. It felt mean to say, even this small misunderstanding couldn't hold a candle to your relationship with Hizashi to this point, you became fast friends. He wsa your closest friend and confidant since moving to this side of the country, he met you on a patrol and showed you the ropes. It went beyond work, you had him over weekly, to talk about music, his teaching, American reality shows, whatever you wanted to talk about Hizashi proved a very attentive listener. It was easy to admire him, and even easier to fall in love with him. He was there for you always, when you were homesick, when you failed, and when you succeeded, to say you wish you never met him was a deep and intentional cut. "I'm sorry I didn't...tell you what you wanted to hear." His eyes scan his surroundings looking for something better to say. "Oh fuck you." You scoff, "fuck you so much Hizashi. What a shitty thing to say." You wish you had something to throw at him, "you're so fucking patronizing." "Stop! Why do you always assume the worst of me?" He holds his hand to his chest, "I don't even know what to say right now, I'm fucking grasping at straws here! I didn't know you felt this way, I wish you told me sooner!" "It's always my fault." I'm wrong again. You laugh, "god." "No! It's my fault!" Hizashi takes a step towards you, "it is completely my fault! I was stupid. I am stupid! I was so worried about keeping you safe I didn't let you do your job! I didn't want you to!" He shakes his head, "you're a great hero and that's what freaks me out!" "What?" You blink at him, leering back as his voice raises a bit. "When I saw you laying there, I fucking freaked out!" He gestures back to the courtyard where a villain had laid you out. "I wanted to keep you safe, so I picked you apart, I wanted to close every opening-" He's holding your shoulders, "you aren't weak!" He shakes you a little, "all this stupidness is my fault. I'm falling in love with you and I let it make me throw reason out the window-" He's going, he's still talking, you stopped listening. You're just staring up at him.

"Hizashi-" You're trying to cut him off, "Hizashi stop-" All you can think to do is pull him down into a kiss. It's confused, stiff for a moment until he leans into it. His hands hold onto your wrists by his jaw. "I'm sorry I....must have misunderstood-" For the first time since knowing him he whispers. "It's okay." You shake your head, "I'm sorry too..I didn't think you felt that way I assumed you were getting sick of me.." "I-" He falters, "no. God I, I'd lose it if anything happened to you, if you left me." Your eyes scan his face, his eyes, you knew he was genuine but still your stomach lurched with uncertainty. "I'd never.." You look down at your feet, "can we talk somewhere more...private?" Aizawa's surprised face reminds you of your lack of privacy. "Come with me?" You don't really do that much talking once you're in private. A few words are exchanged, mostly in disbelief, 'are you sure?' "you mean like...?' They're quiet, quieter than you thought he could be, though you figured you'd taken him by surprise.

Shota Aizawa: You felt taken advantage of. He must know how you felt about him, he would be stupid not to. He was your Achilles heel, he could get you to do whatever he wanted. He knew that. Everyone did. "Aizawa will be there." Nemuri would coax you into meetings, outings, whatever. "Do me this favor, please?" He'd look right through you when he said it. You would still do it. Press conferences, public speaking, all the things he hated. You were bent to him, he was a weakness that only you could feel, but everyone else could see. This had just been the last straw. Endeavor was not someone you felt fondly of, everyone knew it, yet you'd spent the whole fight being berated by him, just to "Do me this favor?" Maybe your quirks paired well, that didn't matter, did no one care how you felt? You were strong, you didn't upset easily and yet you felt like your resolve was being chipped away slowly, and today Endeavor had taken a jack hammer to it. Your stomach was a pit, of course you didn't feel like talking to him. You'd thought about it all, the countless failed dates, your desire to build a bridge and get over it. You can't see a future for yourself where you feel fulfilled, lavishing in free will and a heart that's 2 tons lighter. You worried he'd have this hold on you forever, never loving you at all. You were okay with that, which was most crushing of all.

Did your feelings push him away, had he only wanted someone to take under his wing, a friend and teammate but not a lover? Was this his idea of putting distance between you? "Hey." Aizawa holds a hand up to you, "I appreciate what you did today." When you don't stop it makes him tilt his head, he came all the way here to thank you and you couldn't even stop and give him a curt nod? "Hello?" He starts to follow you, he isn't sure why. "Yeah whatever, you're welcome. Thanks for trusting me." It's curt, it's fast and quiet and he barely caught it. "That's it?" He catches you as you wait for your elevator, you decide to take the stairs, "why are you running away from me?" "I'm not running I'm walking." These 8 flights were going to be painful, at least you wouldn't have to stand toe to toe with him in your elevator. "Stop it." "I don't want to talk right now." You shake your head, "Endeavor was too much today. You know I don't like him." "Let's get dinner," He's trying to catch up to you, "let's talk about it okay? I'll get you something to eat and we can talk about, talk about everything." "I'm not hungry." You turn the corner, your voice echoes through the cemented stairwell, making it impossible to mask the way it trembles. "Drinks then, come get a drink with me. Tell me why you're upset, please. We'll have drinks and I'll listen. Tell me what he said to you." "Why do you care?" You clutch the strap to your dufflebag, you didn't even bother to stop at UA to change out of your hero costume, the tight fabric making you feel exposed and silly. "I looked for you at the school and you weren't there. I figured you were upset." "So? I ask again, why do you care?" "Well-" He seems taken aback, "he has no right to make you upset or to be mean to you. I don't want to see you upset because of him. He's just an asshole, tell me what he said I can set the record straight with him. Let's go get drinks, you can tell me and you can cry if you want and say you were drunk and I won't hold it against you. I'll be nice all night and I'll say I was drunk too, so you can't hold it against me." You won't turn back to look at him, if you do your resolve would crack. "Right, only you can be mean to me. Only you get to make me upset." You're resisting the urge to bound up your stairs and lock yourself in your apartment. "What? No, I don't want to make you upset, have I upset you? Tell me what I did." "Why did you make me do this today?" You grit it out, "and everyday, the press conferences, the meetings, the stupid team ups-" "What?" He sounds lost. You slam into every door you come across, you wished they closed faster, slam in his face. "Why do you ask me to do it? Why, when you know I'll always say yes?" "I don't-" "You do!"

"Please," He sounds genuine, almost pleasing, "let's go get drinks, let's talk about it. Somewhere quiet, just me and you." "No I don't want to." You were so close to being there, how could you get a big enough lead to lock yourself up before he could stick a foot in the door? "I don't want to go out with you right now Shota." "Why not?" He's gaining on you, you hate the idea of looking at him right now, even his voice was chipping away at you. "I know you're used to always getting what you want from me but I just need to be by myself right now." "Getting what I want- what?" He sounds bewildered, lost and almost offended, "I'm not understanding you, please stop let's just talk, we don't have to get drinks or food, or even go up to your apartment if you don't want to! We can talk here in the stairs okay? I want to understand, help me understand." He reaches you, his hand is on your arm, "I don't want to upset you, that's the last thing I want. Tell me what I did, yell at me, be mad at me all you want, but tell me what I did so I won't do it again." "You're just always making me do things and everyone is and they just hang you over my head like I'm a dog or a little kid-" "What?" His hand falls off you once you stop in your tracks. "And it's embarrassing!" You shake your head, "I feel stupid, I feel like a fan not your colleague!" The tears are adding insult to injury and you urge them away. "It's always 'Shota needs this, Shota will be there, well think about Shota-' and you. 'Please do this for me' like I ever say no because you know!" "Know what?" He holds his hands up as you spin around. "Everything has been such a wreck since I met you." Your lip quivers, "and I'm so stupid, you could make me do anything and you know it and maybe you just wanted a friend but that's all you had to say!" "I think one of us is misunderstanding something-" "I know!" You drag your palm over the offending tears, "it's not a misunderstanding! I understand!" You're sniffling like a child, "at first it was just an admiration, infatuation, whatever. I'm sure you noticed, it would be impossible not to." You drop your bag too, the extra weight makes you want to crumble. "I didn't even have the resolve to ignore you for 8 flights of stairs. I thought it would go away! I went to see other guys, I met up with tons of guys, heroes, civilians, whoever!" "That's great, it's good that you're branching out I'm just not sure what-" "And there were romantic dates, lovely nights Shota, and- and...I was scared to death the whole time that I'd say your name instead. I was thinking about you, what you would order, what you like to drink, what kind of movies you like. Expensive, perfect dates, and I was thinking about hanging out with you in the teachers lounge." You push him back, he stumbles, he lets it happen. "And everyone is treating me like a fucking teenager about it, and you don't even have it in you to let me down!"

His normally brooding eyes look sympathetic, even when you shove him, "I think I misunderstood." "Misunderstood what? That I love you, and you treat me like a lovesick puppy to run your errands? I love you so much, I don't think I'll ever stop loving you. I'll love you more than anyone I ever meet! You could find me in fifty years when we are wrinkly and old and- and I have 40 grandkids and you could come to me, ask me to leave, to ruin my perfect, perfect life to be with you I would go. And it would be easy Shota." "I thought you were going on dates and branching out for your own..reasons, why would I assume you felt that way when you were going out once a month I didn't-" He looks at a loss, "of course I care about you. I didn't want to get in your way." "What?" You look at him in disbelief, "don't do this to me, don't hurt me Shota please this isn't a game-" "I know it's not- I'm not, I swear I wouldn't-" He sounds almost earnest, "I do care about you, I...enjoy all the time we spent together, and I wouldn't chase just anybody up 7 flights of stairs like this. And the others were..just trying to get us together, they were pushing me to say something to you, do something about the way I was feeling. At first I thought you were just infatuated with me sure, I wrote it off. But you stayed, you were genuine and kind and I liked having your help and I loved having you around, and I'm sorry I made you go out with Endeavor today. You're right, I know you always say yes to me, I should have been more mindful of the way you felt. I was never trying to take advantage of you. I would never want that, I do love you, I wanted you to come to it on your own but this all got so fucked up. So let's go now, okay? I don't want you to stand in this stairwell and cry, let's go get something to drink and we can talk about everything." His eyes never leave your face, "everybody adores you, especially me. I don't want you to think that's not the case-" You kiss him, you practically launch forward at him, like it was the easiest thing in the world. He accepts you just as easily, using the brief moments of reprieve to speak again, "or we could just go upstairs." "Let's just go upstairs."

Sekijiro Kan: "It's all-" you're shoving him, "your fault!" You shove him again, "you always do this!" Again, "why don't you trust me?!" Again, "I had it all under control!" He's nudged back but never off balance, letting you vent your frustrations into his chest, looking down at you a bit annoyed. "You were hurt, you were pushing yourself beyond your limits and I just stepped in-" He holds up his hands, "I do trust you." "I'm not hurt!" Your obvious injuries said otherwise, bruises and gashes scattered your arms, your nose was broken. The villian had gotten away when he stepped in to stop you, you would have broken your ribs or worse. "You were in pain you didn't have a clear head." "How do you know what was going on in my head?!" "I did know! It was nothing!" He finally snaps, "you get tunnel vision-" "So what?! I'm doing my job and who are you to call me dumb?" "I'm not calling you dumb-" "You are!" "Oh god." he rubs his eyes. "Sorry I'm just sooo much for you, it sucks you have to deal with me!" A dig at his choice of wording in the heat of the moment, Nemuri pointed out the struggle, wrapped up in her own, Kan had said he would "go deal with you." It was poor wording even he can admit that, he didn't know it would set you off. "Oh stop." He holds his hand up, "don't throw that back at me you know how I meant it." "I don't! I'm such a burden, I'm so stupid and weak and impulsive and I just want to help Vlad why can't you see I just wanna help?" "I know you do! But you're hurt, you did help! You got hurt though, you can't help anyone when you're out of commission! I was there, I had to stop it, we can catch that guy another time, I'll give it to you-" "you think this is about the arrest?" You leer back at him, "I don't care who arrests him, he's still out on the streets-" "But you're okay-" "It's my job to protect these people, and your's too!" "It's not so black and white." He warns you, "what was I supposed to do, let him kill you?" "Why do you think he would have? Why am I so weak to you? I'm sorry I'm smaller, I'm sorry I'm-" "That's not it, you would do the same for me!" "You're always butting in, always keeping an eye on me, like I'm a fucking chore to you!" "When did I ever say that?!" Sekijiro had been a good friend to you, you aren't sure why but you clicked, you liked the same foods and the same movies and you had the same idea of a good time, when you had a free moment to spare it was Sekijiro you were looking for. Everyone expected it, one day you'd be spotted together hand in hand, he'd mention you in a romantic way, you went together and the tension was palpable sometimes. Maybe you were a bit oblivious, or hot tempered with him at times, you knew about your flaws and you couldn't see a guy like him settling for someone with the issues you had. That being said, you still would chase your tail to impress him. "Please." He holds up his hands as you shove him again, "please be resonable. You know I don't feel that way about you. I don't want to fight I don't want to argue. I was worried about you, I'm sorry." "God now I'm the asshole, perfect."

"No!" He groans, "no I'm not trying to spin it like this. What's really the problem? I know you don't care about the villian, tell me what's the matter, please I can tell it's something else." He even sits down in a chair so he's looking up at you, "I don't want you to be mad at me like this, tell me why." "I just want to impress you! I want to be someone who is just as good as you are-" "You are! You're just as good as me! You're better than me, you're better than the best of us! You know that! Why do you think I don't feel that way?" "You're always jumping in, trying to save me to get me away from the fight to stop me from doing my job and you-I don't wanna be a chore to you!" "You are not a chore!" He sounds exasperated, not angry, "I love to watch you work, and to be around you I love seeing you do what you do and I love to help you, I'm sorry if that makes you think I see you as weak, I don't!" He even feigns crossing his heart. "I want to work with you, beside you because I think you're the best of us, really I do. I'm sorry I let the way I feel about you get in the way of your work." "What do you mean?" You look surprised at him, "what way do you feel?" "What?" "Sekijiro you just said the way you felt about me-" "I..." He looks like a deer in headlights, he furrows is eyebrows, "I guess..I just. I'm always on your case because I like to..be with you, and I can't even think about what I would do if something happened to you. Not because you're weak but because this work is dangerous and unpredictable. If it's too much I'll stop, I don't want to be in the way of your work, you do amazing work, I'm just enamored by it, by you." He shakes his head, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you in the right way." "I'm confused-" Your face is hot, "stop it this isn't funny.." "I'm not being funny, really I'm not. I'm sorry this got so out of hand. I didn't think you'd be so upset with me." "Of course I'm upset with you, why would I want you thinking I can't hold my own why I think so highly of you? When I feel the way I do?" "Are you saying you-" You laugh, "oh I'm sorry." You rub your face, "I'm sorry this is all a big misunderstanding." Your hands move to his shoulders, the side of his neck, "I didn't think you felt that way about me." "You couldn't tell I was falling in love with you? You're all I ever want to talk about." "I'm sorry I shoved you.. a lot." You rest a knee on the chair between his legs, "I'm sorry I got upset before you could explain, I'm thankful you're looking out for me." You don't let him reply before kissing him, he guides you into his lap, hands holding onto your waist. "I'm sorry I was hovering, I'm sorry I doubted you abilities-" "It's fine." You shush him, "We can make it up to each other I'm sure."

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aizawa: i am neither morally nor legally responsible for anything i say after 9. present mic: 9 AM or 9 PM? aizawa: yes.

[yanderecrazysie]

here me out yandere! erasermic with shy!reader who has tendency to have nightmares and doesnt sleep well-

[this has been on my mind like all week for some reason😭 but anyways have a great day/night and take as much time as you need/want its healthy for you!]

Just a little heads-up, I write multiple characters as working together and not as poly, so I hope that’s okay!!! You can technically think of it as poly if you want, since I’m not super specific on it lol.

And you have a great day/night as well!

Title: Circles

Pairings: Eraser Head/Aizawa Shouta x Reader; Present Mic x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, drugging

Summary: Eraser Head and Present Mic’s new darling is adjusting well in every way except sleep. Is there a way they can finally give her the rest she needs?

“Sleeping peacefully

The girl I used to be

Until I fell so deep

A neverending tragedy.

You haunt me in my dreams

But it's all I want to see.”

-from “Circles” by KIRA

 You had been here nearly four months, and your sleeping had only grown worse.

It took forever for you to fall asleep and, whenever you did, your slumber was plagued with nightmares and heartbreaking memories that had you waking with a start and crying before you even opened your eyes.

 Your captors grew more and more stressed at the sight of you withering away from the lack of good sleep. The rings under your eyes were larger and darker than even Aizawa’s, and the sight alone had their stomachs twisting with worry.

“What do we do? Why won’t she go to sleep, Eraser?”

“It’s not just a matter of falling asleep, Mic, it’s a matter of staying asleep too.”

Your captors were kind throughout the months you’d been here, but they still terrified you. So many of your nightmares twisted their happy expressions into evil ones and used their soft voices to scream obscenities, until you awoke more afraid of them than on the day you’d been brought to the isolated cabin you resided in.

Not a single night went by without turning into a sleepless night or one packed full with night terrors. At this point, you were afraid to sleep. Afraid to see what your unconscious mind was ready to traumatize you with further the minute you successfully drifted away into dreamland.

Your captors were there for you as you fell asleep and whenever you awoke screaming and crying. You could see their faces lined with worry as they reassured you that you were safe. You welcomed the comfort, even if you knew you shouldn’t trust the people who kidnapped you.

One of them, the dark-haired one that the other called “Eraser”, seemed to understand your inability to sleep. Probably because he always looked so tired himself. He also spent the most time with you at night, pulling all-nighters sometimes to make sure you were okay. 

A strange part of you appreciated that.

“Summer break, finally! Now we can spend some time with our favorite listener!”

Your head perked up when you heard them both enter the house. You had learned that they both worked as teachers during the day, so they often had to be away from you… Was it really summer break already? Had you really been here long enough for school to let out?

Your blond captor, who the other called “Mic”, was much more energetic than his companion, and he quickly came running into the living room, searching for you. He beamed when he spotted you on the couch.

“(Y/n)! Let’s have a movie night!” He said, seeming very proud of himself for coming up with the idea.

“A movie night?” Eraser entered the living room after him, one eyebrow raised, “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

You agreed to it, even though you weren’t sure you had a choice in the first place. They were kind enough to let you pick your favorite movie, one neither of them had seen, and pop it into the DVD player.

With the lights off, your favorite movie playing, popcorn from Mic and soda filling your stomach, you weren’t too surprised that your eyes were beginning to droop. After days of barely getting any sleep at all, your body was finally at its limit and ready to give you what you truly needed.

You saw Mic give Eraser an excited look, which was returned with an indulgent smile (perhaps the happiest you’d ever seen Eraser). You couldn’t help but smile yourself a little, both in happiness and relief. You had a feeling there’d be no nightmares tonight.

You were sleeping peacefully between them on the couch long before your movie was over. The two were beyond glad that Mic had proposed a movie night, as it had done what they needed it to do and given their precious darling the gift of dreamless (and nightmare-less) sleep.

That, and the pills they slipped into your soda.

[ghost-with-cornflower]

[capricorn-writer-kawaii]

Hi, there! 🥰

I'm really, really, really excited to announce you that I'm currently working with my beloved and talented friend @merrymonkey on an illustrated fanfic of Aizawa, starting from his U.A. days and moving into the present when he's the homeroom teacher of class 1A.

This is gonna be kind of long, we hope you enjoy the ride. 💖

Our Hero Academy

Chapter 1

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 2k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Chapter 1 - Welcome to the U.A.

On the first day of school, the UA’s enormous doors opened earlier than usual. Some teachers, the kindest ones, had come out to welcome the new students. Some of them already knew each other, having grown up in the same neighborhood and lucky enough to be in the same high school class. Such was the case with Hizashi Yamada, Oboro Shirakumo, and Shouta Aizawa.

While the first two talked quite loudly, drawing the attention of anyone who passed by, the last one was not only almost asleep but also remarkably quiet, he looked like a calm boy, someone who didn't look for trouble.

Starting with Hizashi, he was a tall and slim boy with blond hair, which he wore spiked upwards. His eyes were covered with some pretty cool sunglasses, and it was very common to see him with a large smile on his face. Hizashi had an eccentric personality, almost like a radio host. He even often posed when he talked and maintained a certain level of excitement or volume, regardless of the situation. Though he tended to be a jovial individual, Hizashi was capable of great rage, but that wasn't really common to occur, for he was the typical extroverted and popular guy.

Meanwhile, Oboro's light blue wavy hair was his charm, as well as his adorable and bright personality. He usually wore an expression of excitement. Very prone to making jokes and witty comments with innuendos, his energetic and goofy personality was similar to that of Hizashi, although Oboro never quite reached his friend's excitement. Due to his extravagant behavior, he was not the type of person who followed protocol and had little sense of shame, hence just as he was walking with his friends, he closed his uniform shirt as if he were in his room.

Finally, behind came the third of them, Shouta Aizawa. He was a slender and tall, tanned-skinned boy with messy, shoulder-length black hair, that partially hung in front of his face and half-opened black eyes. His worn-out appearance made him often look fatigued, especially because of his tired eyes. He was a very stern and reserved person; actually, he often came off as cold and apathetic, someone who preferred to take naps in every possible place over any other activity. Although quiet, the young hero student was very vocal and bold when expressing his ideas, which lead him to only had two friends. Despite his apathetic traits, he genuinely cared about his friends and was willing to do anything for them. In fact, he had already done it, he had already gotten into more than one problem because of Hizashi and Oboro. Shouta often grinned and even made jokes about his friends' eccentric personalities. Although it was more common to see him serious or rather shy.

While Hizashi spoke, or rather, he shouted expressing his immense emotion, Oboro adjusted his uniform. To tell the truth, it seemed that he was getting dressed, because now he was buttoning up his shirt.

“Do you really have to do that while we walk among so many people?” Aizawa asked.

“I didn't have time to get dressed. If you hadn't held us up for wanting to rescue that cat, I'd have been able to do it, so now you suck it up." He said with a mischievous smile as he tried to find his belt inside his backpack.

“Do you think they assign us the same section? I want us to be classmates again." Hizashi commented when they were already walking through the main gates.

Aizawa listened to Oboro's answer until something else completely stole his attention. Sitting on a bench next to a window, a girl was waiting for the doors of the academy's auditorium to open so that the professors could give them the welcome speech.

He was not the type of individual who paid special attention to admiring another person's beauty, he had had beautiful classmates at high school, and he had even seen some very pretty girls entering the academy, however, none of them had got to awake something on him, as it had happened to Oboro and Hizashi and their numerous dates. 

Yet, that girl just a few steps away had taken his breath away. Aizawa cut the conversation with his friends because, for a few seconds, he couldn't do anything else but admire that short girl with long, wavy pastel pink hair tied in a braid. She had been nervously playing with a pink hair tie while waiting to enter the auditorium. Suddenly, a gust of wind made her look at the branches of a tree through the window, allowing Aizawa to see a bit more of her face.

Possibly due to Aizawa's piercing stare, she realized someone was looking at her, and turning around, she discovered him. Her lovely and expressive green eyes were now fixed on the young man's black eyes. His usual tired gaze switched to a wide-eye one by noticing an undeniable sparkle in the girl's look. Such interaction struck Aizawa to the core; it was so overwhelming, that he was about to break that eye contact. Luckily, he did not do it and did not miss the kind but shy and fleeting smile that the girl gave him. Shota couldn't smile back not because he didn't want to, but because he simply couldn't, he just froze. Naturally, when the girl saw that the guy didn't even react back, she looked away from him and had to force herself to think of something else; otherwise, the auto cringe would have made her leave the place.

"You okay, bro? Are you that nervous? Your face's red." Oboro said looking at his friend, but Aizawa just shook his head.

"Let's go in, the doors are already open." Aizawa replied without forgetting the girl's smile. 

He wasn't the typical guy who got a lot of smiles or kind looks, perhaps because his eyes were usually on the ground, or because his gaze was a tired one, not precisely a cordial one. Whatever the reason, it was not common for him to receive such a kind facial expression like that. All his life he was used to Hizashi and Oboro turning out to be the ones who stole peeks and received compliments. To tell the truth, Aizawa had never minded that since social interactions were not his thing at all.

Yet, he did not have time to think more about it, the professor who welcomed them had already started with his talk. He explained to the students how the academy worked and how they would be assigned to a class. That was how that day, once again fate wanted Aizawa, Oboro, and Hizashi to be together in the same class. Though that was not the only surprise. When they entered the room, Aizawa saw the girl again; apparently, the four of them would study together from now on.

That was how they spent the first days at the UA. The professional heroes didn't give them a break, it was training after training, in addition to master classes, of course. Knowing and trusting each one's quick was a must to survive the UA classes; therefore, Aizawa was definitely not having a good time. Meanwhile, Hizashi and Oboro not only controlled theirs better, but they also felt comfortable with their powers and were confident that they would become excellent heroes. However, the shy young man constantly doubted his ability, and when possible, he trained alone so as not to slow anyone down. But that changed the second week when one of the teachers asked them to pair up for the next lesson in one of the many training camps.

"Okay, this is it! I'll ask Hoshino to work with me!" Oboro said, adjusting his uniform and referring to the pink-haired girl, who turned out to be very quiet and introverted. Even though she had all her classmates drooling over her from the first day, she was always alone and studying in her spare time in the library.

"Don't even dream about it, Oboro, I'll ask her," Hizashi replied. "You are very noisy, she won't want to be your partner." 

“What the fuck, Hizashi!? You scream instead of talking! Besides, you'll scare her, you're too aggressive."

"I'm not aggressive!"

"And you're not very bright either, why would the best of the class want to work with you?"

Aizawa, for his part, chuckled upon hearing his friends and continued tying his shoelaces. In the meantime, Hizashi and Oboro were so focused on arguing among themselves that they didn't realize when the girl approached where they were.

Thus, she touched the least expected person's shoulder and spoke.  “Hi... Hum, excuse me, would you mind if we worked together? I've seen your quirk and I think we could make a good team.” As determined as she was to train with him, there was a hint of shyness in her voice.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Oboro and Hizashi asked looking at how she had chosen Aizawa as her partner.

Although the two outgoing boys had come to her since day one to introduce themselves, Aizawa hadn't said a word, preferring to stay behind. So, her proposal was quite unexpected for everyone, especially for Aizawa, who looked at her as if hoping that she would realize that she was speaking to HIM and not to his friends.

"I see... you already have a partner, I'm sorry." Wishing that the earth would swallow her, the girl was about to disappear, she didn't do it only because Oboro was faster and prevented her.

"No, he doesn't have one! It's just that Aizawa's very shy." Oboro replied as Hizashi practically pushed his friend to his feet.

“Did you hear that, Shota? You'll be able to work with the best of the class!” The blonde said.

"Are you sure you want to work with me?"

"Come on, Shota, don't be so humble, your quirk's awesome!" Hizashi said pushing him to such an extent that the young black-haired man almost lost his balance.

That was how Aizawa and the girl ended up teaming up together. The mission they had been given to train was to enter the forest that surrounded the UA and find a hidden bomb as quickly as possible. For that, they would have the whole class, for the terrain was huge.

All the way Aizawa was wondering the same thing. "Why does she want to work with me?" The girl had passed the entrance exam with the highest score, and despite only taking two weeks of classes, all her teachers had already recognized her as the best of her generation.

“So, you erase quirks with your gaze…" The girl said, interrupting Aizawa's analysis. "That's so cool! You have one of the best powers I've ever seen.”

“The effect lasts until I blink. It's not very useful." 

"Have you tried using eye drops? That way your eyes will be moisturized, and you can train them for a longer use of your quirk. Maybe they'll be a little dry, but at least they won't hurt afterward."

Aizawa remained silent, contemplating the option that the girl gave him; truth be told, she made a lot of sense. After some minutes of walking in silence, the boy talked. “What about your quirk? Can you manipulate any kind of energy? If so, you have unlimited potential."

"It's not that easy." She responded by shaking her head. “When I transform energy, I use my own. The more energy I manipulate, the less I have left to fight. Also, it's not unlimited, quite the opposite. If I intend to control some type of energy, I first must know it thoroughly, know how it works, and what risks can come."

"That's why she studies so much..." Aizawa thought.

“If I don't know the type of energy, or if I convert more than what my body resists, things don't end well. It's happened a couple of times and it hasn't been nice." She confessed somewhat embarrassed. "That's why I think we could make a good team, you could give me a hand if things get messy." 

"You barely know me, are you going to trust me that much?"

"I saw how you helped your friend when we floated higher than expected."

The girl giggled remembering how during one of the first practices, Oboro used one of his clouds to float. He was just bragging; yet, thanks to the wind, the cloud flew higher and quicker. It was Aizawa who controlled the situation by erasing his quirk and helping him get back to earth. 

"Oh, you saw that..." He whispered just about to laugh. Not even Shota could deny how funny it was to see Oboro fall over Hizashi. 

"How not to? Your other friend, the blond one, kept yelling at the cloud guy to get off of him."

"Yeah, that's kind of common when it comes to Hizashi and Oboro."

"Well, we'd better hurry if we want to find that bomb first."

The dynamic between the two students turned out to be quite good, not only did they complete the mission successfully, but they also had time to get to know each other a little better, because by finishing before all the other groups, they had almost an hour free. Thus, sitting on some rocks on the banks of a river, Shota discovered that her family lived in the countryside and that to pursue her dream of becoming a hero, she had moved to the city alone. The academy had dormitories for students with similar situations, so she had no problem finding a place to live. That short interaction was enough for Aizawa to judge her as a nice and extremely sweet girl. 

Without knowing how or why, she quickly felt comfortable with Aizawa, so much so that she made a couple of jokes and even imitated him. Apparently, in that week the young heroine had analyzed him enough to discover several of his habits.

“You have a lot of free time in class.” The boy commented unable to avoid laughing just a little when he saw her imitating the way he yawned.

“The first week has been calmer than I imagined.”

“That's because you're talented. I barely approved the physical performance exams.”

Once again, the girl started to play with her hair tie, anyone could tell she was struggling to decide if saying what she was thinking or remaining silent. In the end, she mustered some courage and dared to say it.  “We could train together in the afternoons.” 

Aizawa raised his gaze and looked at her as if looking for any sign that he had listened wrong. “YOU are going to train with me? You, the number one in the class?”

“I also need to train, and I think we could complement ourselves. I mean... our quirks." She corrected herself while blushing. 

Aizawa was the first classmate she actively approached and, to tell the truth, it had been hard for her to summon up the courage to speak to him. Judging by his actions during those two weeks of classes, it was highly possible that he would say no. After all, Shota hardly talked with his two friends, why would he say yes to training with her?

"I mean, it's just an idea. But if you already train with someone else, that's fine." She said feeling how her face was turning even more red.

Noticing that he was making her feel uncomfortable, Aizawa reacted. “It's not what you're thinking. Honestly, I didn't expect you to want to team up with me. You caught me off guard."

Understanding that it wasn't that he was rejecting her, but that this was all very unexpected for him, she felt less embarrassed. “I'm not very good at making friends and many of our classmates already knew each other. Besides…. You seem like a very trustworthy person and your quirk is wonderful. I'm sorry, I think I already told you this a dozen times.” She said between a shy giggling.

The black-haired hero looked at her for a few moments. "She's really cute. No wonder why Hizashi and Oboro say it all the time." 

"Well, I don't want to put you on the spot. If one day you have some free time, we could train together, Aizawa.” She said getting up, it was time to meet up with the rest of the class.

"Shota, call me Shota."

“My name's Kaori. Thanks for working with me today, Shota.” She responded with a sweet smile.

Next chapter

[come-away-with-me87]

Love & Angst Chapter 1

Hi, Tumblr fam! Here's a teaser of the Shouta Aizawa fic I've written so far. If anyone shows interest, I'll be happy to continue with it! And please bare with me, this is my first fic I have written in nearly eighteen years, so I may be a little rusty!

Pairings: Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader; Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader (platonic).

Warnings for later on in the story: Angst. Brief, undetailed mention of assault. Implied smut.

******

U.A. high school was holding its first gala dance for their students. Considering all that the students have been through, especially dealing with the League of Villains, it was well-deserved break to let loose and have a little fun.

You were the aunt of Shoto Todoroki on his dad's side. Yes, you were Endeavor's sister who happened to be born quirkless. Endeavor, or as you know him, Enji, never let you forget it, either, while growing up, constantly teasing you. But you knew deep down, when it came to it, he'd protect you in an instant if you were being hurt. Even though he could be a brute, you're his little sister, quirkless or not.

The night arrives of the gala, and at the very last minute, Shoto asks you if you could take him to where the dance is being held, as he has no other way of getting there that evening. Enji was busy as always, and it was too far to walk there. You were more than happy to oblige for your favorite nephew.

As soon as you park your car, you decide, against his reservations, to escort Shoto into the building. You know there are teachers outside & inside that are there to protect the students, but you were still weary due to everything he and his classmates have been through. Still, you did feel silly escorting him, because chances are, if something were to happen, he would the one to use his quirk to save you.

You both arrive inside the building, where there was already a pretty big crowd forming. Shoto thanks you for bringing him, and just as he's walking away, you grasp his hand. "Shoto, listen....you're always so serious. Which is understandable, considering how much you've been through. But please, try to have some fun tonight. And smile. You deserve it." Shoto smiles shyly back at you, squeezing your hand lightly and walks away.

Shoto blends into the crowd, so you take this opportunity to scan the scene around you. Many of the students were just standing there talking to each other, still in that awkward beginning phase of a school dance, not entirely sure how to act. You smile to yourself, and walk out to leave, when you spotted him. It completely slipped your mind that the former Symbol of Peace was a teacher at the school, and he happened to be one of the chaperones at the dance. You walk over to him, and over the loud music, shout to him, "Toshinori!"

When he sees who could be calling his name, his face broke out into the biggest smile. "Y/N!" he called, and like a scene from a movie, you ran to each other and gave each other the biggest hug, his hand gently placed on the back of your head, yours around his upper torso. He always gave the best hugs.

Toshinori had saved your life once upon a time, not even from villains, but from a group of thugs who were very close to assaulting you. Toshinori happened to be in the area at the time, hearing your screams, and came to your rescue. You were forever grateful to him, and have been friends ever since. At that time, you also saw him in his true form, before he was inevitably outed, and you've always kept his secret.

As you and Toshinori catch up, something feels...different. You feel someone watching you. Feeling slightly unnerved, you scan the room once more. And that is when you saw...him. He quickly looked away once you met his eyes, but you felt your heart literally skip a beat the moment you laid eyes upon him. In that moment, you had tunnel vision. Everything else around you faded, including whatever Toshinori was talking about, and all you saw was him. Nothing or no one else existed in that moment.

After several seconds, you came back to reality and faced Toshinori, suddenly feeling very bold, face boiling hot. "Say, Toshinori, who is that man standing over there next to the blonde man with the mohawk?" You ask, interrupting what he was talking about. You followed up quickly with an "I'm so sorry!" You felt bad for interrupting your friend. Toshinori gently shook his head and just smiled at you, he already had a sense of what was happening, as he always did. "Oh, that's Shouta Aizawa, one of the teachers. And the blonde man next to him is Hizashi Yamada. You may know them from the hero world as Eraserhead and Present Mic. Would you like me to introduce you to them?"

And you two begin your small journey over to them.

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[actuallysaiyan]

warnings: smut, dub con, Siren/Merpeople AU, character x character, threesome, male masturbation, mentions of alcohol pairings: Shouta Aizawa x Siren!Hizashi Yamada x Siren!Nemuri Kayama a/n: for @state-of-unease who gave me this request IRL. <3 thank you my friend. also png of Mic, Eraser and Midnight is not mine, I found it on google. Credits to the person who made it. (@eraserhead-transparents). dividers: @adornedwithlight

He was way in over his head. There was nothing he could do to stop himself from walking out onto that pier. And the water that danced below, it was calling out to him. Why was he out this late at night? He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. How could this happen to him?

It all started with a late night walk home from the pub. And then he heard the enchanting voices calling out to him. One of them was a male voice, the other a female voice. They both lured him out to the pier. There he saw two beautiful people. The male was blond, and he was overly friendly. He had these beautiful green eyes that almost seemed to glow. The female, a dark haired beauty, was a lot more flirty.

Shouta had learned the legends of the Sirens, but he never thought he’d encounter any. And that first night snowballed into a series of late nights where he’d encounter these strange creatures. Most of the time he was somewhat inebriated, so he figured he was just confused.

But tonight, it was something different. Something else seemed to be calling him out to the pier. The song seemed louder, the voices even sweeter. It was like he was no longer in control of his body. Once he got to the edge of the pier, this is when he realized that something seemed very, very wrong.

Then the blond emerged, a smirk on his face. He rests his arms on the pier, looking up at Shouta. He smiles charmingly, reaching out to caress the other man’s calf.

“I knew you’d be here,” the blond says. “You couldn’t resist our call. Why don’t you get in the water with me? It’s very comfortable down here.”

Shouta looks at him bewildered. “In the water? It’s freezing out here. I’d die of hypothermia,”

The blond laughs, “I can keep you warm.”

The dark haired beauty emerges, and she gets up onto the pier. Shouta then notices how she looks to have these deep cuts in her neck. Upon closer inspection, he then realizes they aren’t cuts. They seem to be gills.

“Are you understanding now? Do you know what we are?” She asks, looking up at him.

Shouta turns to run for it, but the dark haired beauty is on his trail quickly. She wraps one arm around him, whispering something incomprehensible in his ear. Shouta thinks maybe she’s speaking some sort of ancient language. Then he’s out cold, limp in her arms.

The next time he wakes up, he’s somewhere he doesn’t recognize. It’s cool in here, but not freezing. It’s not long before the blond comes in and settles on the makeshift sofa with Shouta. He leans in, smirking and revealing the dark red color of his eyes.

“Such a cute little human…” Hizashi whispers. “I knew you’d fall for me. They all do. You can’t handle my voice.”

Shouta feels his hands; they are smooth and feel almost damp to the touch. He arches into Hizashi’s affections, moaning as the blond undresses him completely. There in the darkness, Nemuri makes herself known to both of the men. Her eyes are shining pink, breaking the dark shadows.

“You’re always so greedy, Hizashi.” She complains. “What if he wanted me to touch him first?”

Hizashi smirks at his partner, “There’s a lot of him. You can have your turn.”

Shouta gasps as he feels the coolness of water dribbling down his body. Hizashi gently begins to rub Shouta’s body, examining scars and moles as he maps out the man’s skin. Nemuri approaches, placing a careful kiss to Shouta’s lips.

“You were right, Hizashi.” Nemuri states. “He’s such a cute little human.”

Her hands are even softer as she wraps them around Shouta’s erection. He lets out a strangled moan; it’s almost as if he’s trying to break free from this spell. But just like earlier, he cannot control his body properly. So instead he melts into these affections, moaning like a little whore as Hizashi and Nemuri take turns making him cum.

reblogs and comments always appreciated!

©actuallysaiyan 2024– do not repost on other platforms, copy, translate or edit my works!

[peachiixox]

Daisy Picrew by wizard99

basic Info about Daisy ~

She’s originally from England.

she met Yamada (when she was younger) in England, he was learning English & he told her about his life in Japan (& her friend Luci), he tried to teach them some Japanese as they expressed interest in visiting ,but they both began learning anyways.

She visited him in Japan & met Aizawa. (She had seen photos online as well & what yamada told him).

Daisy & Luci frequently visited until they eventually moved to there.

Quirk

It’s a Telekinesis based quirk, she is able to manipulate everything, so, objects, people (including effecting the organs & bones) & environment with her mind. She can control things, stop moving things, & is able to destroy things apart. If her emotions are stronger then it becomes stronger (like most power abilities). The range is quite far & it effects some technology / electronics & electricity.

She uses it for self defence mainly as she is not a hero.

Aizawa’s ability helps her control it & sometimes has to stop it.

🌼

More to come & feel free to ask anything:)

[bere-dolly-art]

WIP...?

Who do you think saw them?

About a month ago I made this drawing to practice the BNHA style... well, to make fakescreenshots I decided to do a little Erasermic moment xd, although the truth is, I never finished it, funds are my weakness

[freedom-of-speech333]

The Dreams We Share by Freedom_of_speech on AO3

Summary:

Shota Aizaiwa and Hizashi (present mic) share the same dream every night, courtesy of their soul bond. The same dream haunts them, the dream about a cat, a dog, and Oboro Shirakumo.

Work Text:

Another busy night. Thought Shota Aizawa.

He walked down the narrow alleyways toward the school, his favorite shortcut when he wanted to avoid people.

Turning a corner, Aizawa stepped back, a cat with matted blue fur lay crushed under a rock.

Aizawa kneeled in to touch the cat, and felt a tiny murmur of life come from its lungs. 

He’s still alive.

Aizawa picked up the stone and lightly set it aside. He gingerly checked the cat for wounds.

A few broken bones. Maybe more.

Taking off his scarf, he formed a makeshift cradle to hold the cat as he walked back to his home at U. A.

‘My name is Oboro, Obor…’ the cat muttered, barely audible under his wheezing breath. 

‘ Oboro, hmm? That’s a good name for a cat.’ Aizawa thought, now at his apartment. Hizashi sat on the couch reading one of his ‘teaching the kids’ magazines. Looking up, his eyes widened at the cat.

‘Woah, Shota, what’s that you got? It’s missing a leg!’ Hizashi stepped forward and petted the cat, the cat’s, Oboro’s, fur becoming soft and fluffy. A soft cloud that floated upward as Oboro purred in Hizashi’s arms.

Hizashi looked up at Shota with big, tear filled eyes.

‘Can we keep him?’ Hizashi said, petted the beautiful Oboro as his wounds healed, becoming healthy and strong the longer he was pet.

‘Sure, but we better keep him in my office, I don’t know how the other cats will react.’ Shota said, gesturing to the numerous felines circling their legs with a vigorous intent.

‘What about my… wait, nevermind. Mess.’ Hizashi said, stopping himself when he remembered his chaotic work environment.

They made a little bed for Oboro in Aizawa’s office, and set up his litter box close by so he could heal properly. Shota was amazed at his recovery rate, soon Oboro began following him and Hizashi to their classes. 

Oboro would purr when the students petted him, happy in their arms. He seemed to prefer the troublesome three, lingering longer with Shoto Todoroki. 

Today, Shota and Hizashi had a joint mission, which was rare for the couple. Stalking out a villains base in the opposing alley, they waited for their target to arrive.

It was until Shota and Hizashi heard the hiss of a cat and low growl of the dog that they realized their mistake.

Oboro followed us.

They turned around just in time to watch a misty purple dog with bright yellow eyes grab Oboro in his jaws, who hung lifeless in the canines grip.

Shota chased away the dog, ripping Oboro out of his mouth and laying him on the soft ground. Hizashi tried to hum a tune to the feline, petting him, trying to bring him back as tears dropped down his face.

Shota gasped and pulled Hizashi’s hand away. Both gaped in horror as the bloody wounds turned into a misty purple cover, an unseemly scream filling both their ears as Kurogiri stood up and lunged…

…………

Shota Aizawa woke up, huffing as his monitor rang. 

‘Students out. Students out.’

Hizashi was up too, fear in his eyes as he gripped his knees in their shared bed. The cats had jumped off, apparently shocked by Hizashi’s scream.

‘Same dream.’ Shota said, patting his soulmates back.

‘Will, will he ever be back to normal?’ Hizashi asked, his normally loud voice the barest whisper. 

‘I don’t know.’ Aizawa said. He checked the monitor with one hand as he held Hizashi close with the other.

Students sneaking in pets. Why does this not surprise me?

Hizashi huffed a laugh under Shota’s arm, one eye open to see the elaborate plots Shota’s students were now knee deep into.

‘Nice students you got there, babe. You should go help them before they get hurt.’ Hizashi said, sitting up to nudge Shota away.

Shota got up, grabbing some clothes from his kittens nest.

‘Sure you’ll be okay?’ Shota asked, leaning back in the doorway with an expression of concern. Hizashi smiled at him, already dozing off in the warm embrace of the cats. 

‘I’ll be fine. Go.’ Hizashi said, lazily waving him off.

Shota started walking to the start of his students ‘pet tunnel’.

I’m going to kill those kids. Aizawa thought, a warm smile on his lips as he remembered all the shenanigans he used to do with his friends.

Oboro would be proud. 

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Welcome to the masterlist for Silent Sparks! Am I overworking myself a smidge? Probably.

Synopsis: Tsukare Onryo, a once quiet kid despite his loud quirk, was adopted by Eraserhead and Present Mic and is slowly finding his way at his new school where his dad just so happens to be his homeroom teacher.

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In which after learning about his past, he breaks Erasers main rule about loud blonds.

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Ch 14.  Day of rest.

(This Au will follow the main events of the canon. In this AU, the tropes of fantasy and Omegaverse apply. The dynamics that can apply to people are Alpha, Luna, Beta, and Omega. The main ship is Erasermic x oc. I do not own the characters of My Hero Academia. Horikoshi Kōhei does. I also don’t own any of the fast-food franchises or any of the other references to other super hero movies or groups.  I own Bryant Saki. Here is her info Please do not steal.)

(These are the Headcanons. Please read these before the fic.

Wc: 3,839 Tw: Omegaverse Shenanigans, polygamy, PTSD, Breeding kink, Breeding, trauma, fear, ED (eating disorder).

Prologue Chapter Thirteen ~ Chapter Fifteen

The next morning, I woke up and found all the boxes I had packed yesterday seemed to have appeared in my room. I sighed and remembered the go-ahead from the Higher-Ups had given me to move into the cabin with Hizashi and Shouta owned to assist with Shouta’s recovery when he came home. Moving in with them would help assist with overall costs in travel since it wasn’t efficient for me to be traveling from Esuha where I use to live with Fatgum to my job at U.A. which was in Tokyo and the costs were getting expensive.

I began to sit up to get out of bed but I was stopped by Hizashi’s hand wrapped around my waist. I looked back and saw one of his green eyes looking at me. “How are you feeling?” He asked as I settled back down under the covers to look at him and spend time with him before we got out of bed. “I’m hungry. We both have work to do… I need to unpack my things. We need to go see Shouta at the hospital, make sure he’s okay and learn when he can come home.” I told him. Hizashi sat up a little to look at the boxes before laying back down to look at me. “Unpacking can wait. You need food. I also called the hospital and they said that Shouta could come home after he was seen by Recovery Girl. But they are keeping him another day just to make sure there aren’t any other complications. Also, we don’t have to report into the school as Nezu called a day off for Class 1-A and any other students and staff that needed the day off to recuperate after what happened yesterday. We can stay here and unpack your things and take things easy today. I’ll pick Shouta up later and have him see Recovery Girl tomorrow. Knowing him, he will want to address his class about the Sports Festival.” Hizashi explained. “What’s the Sports festival?” I asked. “It’s a yearly event where the students have an opportunity to show off their quirks and get scouted by hero agencies for their intern week. The whole thing is televised. I bet the staff are contemplating putting it off this year.” He told me. I pulled my tablet out and looked up the Sports Festival on my variables sheet and I see that it still happens despite several of the teachers advising against the festival happening only two days after the USJ incident. “The festival still happens. Looks like the security will be beefed up for this event.” I told him and set my tablet down. Hizashi pulled me back towards him to cuddle with him. I felt my face heat up as I leaned into him. “I bet that more bad things happen after the Sports Festival, don’t they?” Hizashi asked.

“Yes, but we don’t need to worry about them for now. I have something to ask of you.” I spoke. “Anything you need, sweetheart, I’m here to help.” Hizashi spoke as he traced lines lazily on my arm. I shut my eyes tightly as I let the words slide down from my mind and into my mouth as I gathered the courage to speak. “I need to be stuffed with food… I’m sorry if that’s too much to ask. You need to be cared for too. I’m not the only one that experienced trauma yesterday in this pack of ours.” I told him. He slid his arm back around my waist and nuzzled into my neck. “It’s not too much. I don’t mind helping you. Its apart of my job as a hero to help with recovery too.” He told me. “Right. I’ll let you help me if you let me help you.” I told him. “I can do that. What do you want to eat?” He asked. “I don’t know… there’s the leftover mac and cheese from last night that I can start on. What would you recommend?” I asked. “How about stir-fried rice?” He asked. “Yeah… that sounds good and filling.” I responded he smiled and let go of my waist so I could sit up. “Do you want me to make it from scratch or order in?” He asked. I thought for a moment then looked to him with widened eyes as I remembered something from home. “It would be better if you’d make it for me, please.” I requested. “Would you like to come to the kitchen with me or wait here?” He asked as he uncoiled himself from me and exited the nest. “I’ll come to the kitchen. I don’t mind watching you cook. Besides, you need someone to taste the food to make sure it tastes good.” I spoke and followed him out to the kitchen where he began to pull ingredients out of the fridge and freezer to make stir-fried rice. He placed the leftover mac and cheese on the table and used the end of his tail to pull a chair out for me as he began to cook. I sat down and ate the mac and cheese while watching him cook the rice, vegetables, and egg all together in a wok.

“It won’t take long.” He told me when he looked over to see how I was doing as he was cooking the food. “Thanks for doing this. It means a lot to me.” I told him.

“It’s not a problem, love.” He spoke and I watched him cook and finished off the mac and cheese, leaning back in my chair as he finished off the food and served both of us a plate of the fried rice. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he pushed a bowl of the rice in front of me and sat down across from me. “I’m very tired and still hungry.” I responded. “Well, we can eat then go take a nap. There’s nothing that doesn’t need to be done until later.” He told me. I pulled the bowl closer and ate the wonderful fried rice. “Thank you, Hizashi. The food is wonderful.” I said as I ate. He ate with me and wrapped his tail around my leg under the table. I paused eating for a moment and set my spoon down as I wanted to ask him something but I stopped myself as my mind swirled with negative thoughts. He set his food down and held my hand in his, rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand. “What’s wrong love?” He asked. I took a deep breath before speaking.

“Do you think that my need to gain weight to have healthy clutches is gross?” I asked. He shook his head and gripped my hand. “What? No, not at all! Why would I think it was gross?” He asked. I looked down to the table and spoke.

“Because I was told that some people outside my homeland would say that being fat and overweight is unattractive and ugly to some… that it would be harder for me to find a mate outside my village.” I explained. He nodded and looked me in the eyes. “There are some people that can be cruel. But Shouta and I aren’t like that. I don’t think it’s gross.” He told me and resumed eating. I nodded in understanding and resumed eating too.

“I’m glad… I still think that the two of you only want me to help you have a baby. I did read some more about your past in your files when I had some down time before coming to work at the school.” I told him. “I know that you’ve been reading the files you Admins have on us Pros and such, it’s a little odd that you guys know so much about us and we know so little about you. I think that’s what’s caused so much fear about the Admins with the people. At least that’s what I got from the callers last Friday during my show. Besides that, I understand a little about why the Admins read up on the people that they are assigned. Shouta and I can’t have kids… well, we can conceive but they don’t last to term. The truth is… we have been looking for someone that would be more than just… well, more than just a surrogate.” He explained, rubbing the back of his neck, giving a signal that this was an awkward subject. I didn’t find it awkward since I found it fascinating to talk about the compatibility of different species. I looked to him and set my spoon down again as I want to know more about the subject. “I know the reason why your clutches don’t make it to term; its because of a species conflict. Its not the dynamics at all. An Alpha and a Luna can have babies just fine. But a werewolf and a naga? That’s a different story.” I told him. He looked at me with a more serious look on his face. “Yes, we know about the species conflict. We went through all the possible reasons when we lost our last baby about six years ago. She came to term and she hatched beautifully. The day after she hatched, she disappeared.” He spoke and got emotional about the subject. He sniffed and held my hand. “We want to love the person that will have our babies. Shouta and I want more than just a surrogate. A lot of people were confused when we told them about that… our own parents didn’t understand since they thought we were gay. Shouta and I did enter a relationship like that when we had graduated high school and we got married ten years ago. But he’s bisexual and I’m pansexual. This means that we both still can and have an attraction to a woman. You’re just the lucky one that we both like and bonded with. We want to love you fully and completely. We know what our relationship looks like to others. They think we could be persuading you into something with money or that you’re some kind of gold digger or home wrecker which you aren’t. We have corrected people that have confronted by people that have shown pictures of you and me going out to lunch or coffee to Shouta and have corrected these people. We’ve also gotten a laugh out of the situation as well. Just know that Shouta and I will always love you no matter what, Bryant.” He told me. I felt overjoyed but remembered another matter that I remembered coming up when I was reading their files. I looked up their files again and saw something interesting in the notes. I showed him the tablet and showed him the notes. “It says here that you and Shouta want a third partner to form a pack… But there’s something that stopped the two of you from doing this until now. This might seem a little insensitive but does it have to do with your friend that died in your second year at U.A.? An Oboro Shirakumo?” I asked and looked up to him after I finished talking. He looked sad and angry at the same time.  He looked at me and nodded slightly after I had to speak his name to get his attention. “He was our friend. We loved him, but he… um.” He trailed off and looked away from me to wipe away a tear from his eyes. “I know what happened to him. He had died due to rubble falling on him. I read his file and he seemed like a nice and caring person.” I spoke and remembered feeling something similar at the USJ that the profile was telling me that I should feel with my Soul Sense.

“He was a nice person. He brought out a different side of Shouta and I. He was someone we looked forward to seeing each day. Things changed after he passed.” He spoke while smiling softly. “I see… I bet if he were alive… I wouldn’t be here.” I spoke as I felt uncomfortable in my seat. “Not necessarily, we always spoke about eventually having a fourth person in our pack so no one felt left out when we were on date nights or something.” He told me. “I understand, but with him being an Alpha, there really isn’t a need for a fourth person. You could have both Alphas to yourself and either do one-on-one dating or all three of you at once.” I responded. “No, there wasn’t a need, but we wanted everyone to be happy and thought that having four adults in our pack, no one would ever be alone, no matter what.” He told me and held his hand. “Alright… I can see why you wouldn’t want to be alone…” I spoke, thinking that he would need some comfort if two people in the pack had ended up in the hospital. I finished my first plate of food and Hizashi took the plate to refill it and hand it back to me. I kept eating while he watched.

“Do you and Shouta have an idea of how big you’d want me?” I asked him and he looked confused. “We hadn’t really talked about it.” He responded. I kept on eating and he watched me eat and smiled softly. “I thought that it would be up to you.” Hizashi told me. “Some people might think that it is my choice since it’s my body. But back home, whoever is picked as the mate which is usually the men get to choose the size I grew to.” I explained. He nodded and held his hand in mine. “I think it should be up to you. It’s your body and I’m sure Shouta and I would want you to be comfortable.” He spoke. “Alright.” I told him. “I need to pull out the scale I bought when I arrive in this universe and weight myself to get a base weight to see how much I need to gain. For example, if I was about 150 pounds, I’d need to gain at least 50 pounds or grow to a size where my stomach covers my whole lap and possibly spills over my knees when I’m sitting.” I shared mentally to Hizashi as that’s was the only way I could think of sharing to him. He nodded as he understood the process. I finished off the rest of the fried rice before moving slowly to help relieve the pressure in my stomach. Hizashi followed me and coiled around me to cuddle. “What would you like to do now?” He asked. “Can we watch a movie?” I asked as I gently rubbed circles on the side of my stomach. Hizashi noticed and moved a little closer. “Of course, we can watch a movie. How are you feeling? Can I help in any way?” He asked as he turned the T.V. on and picked out a movie. “I just feel very bloated and full. I’ll be okay if I stay still for the time being.” I told him. I could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to help by rubbing my stomach but I wasn’t ready for that just yet. I was still adjusting to letting myself eat more than just three small meals a day. I leaned into Hizashi, letting my stomach rest on one of his coils to help it be supported as we watched the movie.

The next day.

It was Friday already. This week has gone by so quickly. But I was at home and cleaning stuff up in my room and making the couch comfortable for Shouta since Hizashi was at the hospital, ready to bring him home today. I didn’t want to go to the hospital because I was so drained the last time I went to the hospital with Hizashi. Once I had the couch set up, I decided to tackle the remaining unpacked boxes in my room. About an hour later, I put the last of my clothes in my dresser and the cardboard from the boxes in the back of my closet in case we would move in the future. I looked at my phone, hoping that I would see a text from Hizashi or the hospital. I set my device down only to hear it ding a moment later. I quickly picked it up again to see a message from Hizashi saying that Shouta was having a few more tests to make sure he was okay, that they would be home soon, and asking if I wanted anything on the way back from the hospital. I relaxed and decided to save the last couple of boxes for another day and went to shower since I had gotten sweaty from unpacking. After the shower, I fixed up my nest since a couple blankets had gotten askew in the process of unpacking. I laid out in my nest, feeling odd that Hizashi didn’t have his tail wrapped around me and cuddling me close to his chest. I wanted so badly to cuddle them both that I couldn’t wait any longer. I coped by finding their scents on one of the walls of my nest and hid my face in it to cope.

“Was I growing feelings for them? This wasn’t good. Admins weren’t supposed to get this close to their characters but I was bonded to them.  This was okay, I knew I liked them. But was I beginning to love them? I didn’t know at this time but I would have to figure it out soon, no, I knew I love them. I love them very much. But I hadn’t told them yet. I didn’t know if I was ready to tell them yet.” My thoughts were interrupted by the front door opened and closed, followed by the voices of Hizashi and Shouta coming into the house.

“Bryant! We’re home!” I heard Hizashi say as he was helping a grumbling Shouta into the house. Shouta swatted Hizashi away before he limped his way to my room and leaned against the doorframe. He laid his eyes on me and everything about him seemed to relax. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” He told me before he limped over to my nest and looked down into the nest at me. I giggled when I saw him and I covered my mouth. He looked up to me and smiled lightly. “What’s so funny?” He asked.

“You look like a mummy,” I told him and sat up. I kissed his bandaged cheek. “And you should be resting. Don’t make me pin you to the bed.” I told him in a serious tone. He nodded and I helped him out to the living room and on the couch.

“Would you mind laying with me for a while?” He asked. I nodded and looked up at Hizashi as he checked in on us. “I’ll make us some lunch, how does that sound?” Hizashi offered as he slithered out of the bedroom wearing a coral-colored tank top and tying up his hair in a ponytail. “That sounds good. What are you going to make?” I asked. “Tuna Mayo onigiri, Soba, and we have some frozen Takoyaki that I can heat up. Not very healthy but I think some comfort food is in order after what we’ve gone through the past 48 hours.” Hizashi spoke as he slithered into the kitchen and pulled out the food. I helped Shouta get comfortable and I laid next to him. I felt all my worries melt away as I took in his coffee scent. I could tell that Shouta wanted to put his arms around me but he couldn’t since his arms were still bound up in bandages and casts. I leaned into his side carefully and hugged on his arm. Hizashi came over with food for all three of us and slithered into the nest I had made on the couch and made himself comfortable before he handed out the food. I leaned back and ate my food, observing how Shouta and Hizashi interacted as they ate. My mind wandered to the idea of what it would be like in the future when we were mated and started a family. Hizashi’s tail wrapped around my ankle as he ate. I cuddled into Shouta after I finished eating and cuddled into him. Shouta leaned into me and laid his head on my shoulder and relaxed. “I missed the both of you.” Shouta said after Hizashi had put on a tv show for background noise. I felt him shift down so he could have a better angle at my scent gland. “We missed you too. I think Hizashi was more worried than me about you.” I told him. Shouta looked to Hizashi and he set his bowl down and slithered over to him, wrapping his tail around him, and burying his face into his husband’s neck, letting the end of his tail wrap around his husband’s arm.

“I’m glad to be home finally. I hate being in a hospital. How are you feeling?” He asked as he turned his head to me. “I’ll be okay. My ears are still itchy, but I’ll be alright.” I told him as he looked at my ears. “How did they get injured? I remember seeing you wearing Hizashi’s headphones at the hospital, but I don’t remember why you were wearing them.” Shouta spoke. “They got injured at the USJ. I was in the way of Mic’s yell when he attacked the villains. He didn’t know I was there when he attacked. I was trying to escape after three of your students helped you out of the USJ.” I explained. “My students… are they okay?” He asked. “They are fine. Midoriya was the only one to get any major injuries. All the others had minor scrapes and cuts.” I told him as he looked up at me. “We will get you some earplugs for the future, okay?” He spoke, laying down in my lap.

“Do you think noise cancelling headphones will help too?” I asked as Hizashi move behind me and let me lay against him.

“Yeah, but earplugs are the best with Hizashi’s quirk. I know from experience.” He spoke and looked over at Hizashi who was smiling. “Alright, but Hizashi wears headphones with his hero costume.” I spoke as I was a little confused. “I know, but I can buy you some special ones soon. The earplugs will work for now.” He told me and I nodded.

“Thank you.” I responded and looked down, letting my hands play with Shouta’s hair gently. “They will help prevent ear bleeds in the future and you’re welcome.” Hizashi told me and he kissed my head. “I’m getting tired. Can I sleep here?” Shouta asked. “Sure,” I told him. “I might sleep too.” I added and leaned against Hizashi’s chest before closing my eyes and feeling Hizashi’s tail coil around us.

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HIIIIIIII!!! I was wondering if you could do Aizawa x student!reader?? Ik you don't normally write anything but JJK but i rlly like ur writing and would js love to see you make this. 💐TYSM BABESSS ^^

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[•~teacher!aizawa x student!reader SMUT !! (COLLEGE AU!)~•]

[•~synopsis: aw man you failed another test, guess you'll have to fuck your hot teacher.~•]

[•~a/n: i tried my best anon !! js for you, and keep sending in request ppl :D ~•]

"heeey eraser!!" present mic squeals, rushing into the classroom. aizawa looks back at the yellow haired male, obviously fed up with all his bullshit. "whatcha doin?-" eraser mic asks, dragging a chair next to aizawa, not noticing the students were taking a test.

"grading papers"aizawa replies, not paying any attention to the yellow haired individual who was interrupting his class.. present mic looks across the room, admiring all the students and just taking on the sight of the future generation of heroes. "shouldn't you be-" aizawa begins, soon cut off by present mics loud and obnoxious voice "Ooo, this class looks promising shouta, whose ya favorite?"

aizawa rolls his eyes, "don't have any. I don't like picking favorites." he says firmly. present mic is slightly baffled at his response, "really? if I could pick a favorite, I think id pick that red haired kid- actually no wait maybe the green haired one but-" present mic continues to babble on and on to aizawa. who was very obviously tuning him out.

as the bell rings, you watch all the other kids leave the classroom. all giggling and chattering about their plans for the weekend. they all seemed so busy in their conversations, so busy that they didn't notice you were staying back, which was perfect.

as soon as the last person exits the room you walk over towards aizawa. a sly smirk creeping up on your lips. "you said you needed to talk to me?" aizawa places the stack of papers he was grading down, on the table, he leans back in his chair. eyes fixed on you and your figure. "you failed another test, y/n." he says coldly, "and I hope you remember our little deal, hm?" he asks, tapping on his desk, signaling you to come sit.

"how could I forget..." you mumble sitting down on the table, watching as the black haired man approaches you. he was emotionless and rough looking. but you knew deep down he was just as excited for this as you were.

he stands in front of you, in between your legs, and he lifts your chin up with his hands. he stares down into your eyes, "bet you failed on purpose too... didn't you? fucking slut" he mumbles before crashing his lips on yours, you feed back into the kiss, the intensity and passion increasing. aizawa's hands sneakily begin to grope your tits through the fabric of your uniform, caressing them with his rough hands. making you let out breathy moans.

aizawa continues to sloppily kiss you as he begins to unbutton your top, your moans only making his cock harder. you could feel his bulge against your thighs. aizawa pulls away from the kiss, looking down at you with hazy eyes, he places your uniform top on his chair, leaving you in your bra.

he gives your breasts a tight squeeze, admiring the way they bounced. you let out a sharp cry from the sensation. "so pretty f'me aren't you sweetheart?" he coos, hands reaching to your bra's clasp, quickly unclasping it. he throws your bra across the room and leans you back slowly, making sure not to hurt you.

as you lay back down you can feel aizawa playing with your nipples, his finger grazing the surface. he watched as you would squirm more and more whenever he went harsher. aizawa then places one of them in his mouth, tongue swirling all over your nipple. you gasp at the sensation and place a hand in his hair. you can feel the wet patch in your panties grow as he continues to play with you.

his hand reaches towards your other nipple, making sure to give it attention too. he squeezes it lightly as he sucks on your other tit. you let out soft moans as you feel the sensations overtake you. "thought you didn't like pickin favorites?" you mutter, voice shaky and hoarse. aizawa responds by squeezing your nipple harshly, a muffled mumble leaving his lips which sounded like a "shut up..."

soon enough aizawa also gets your skirt off, leaving you in your panties. he lifts both of you legs onto his shoulders, pressing his bulge against the wet patch on your panties. you let out a mewl at the feeling of his clothed cock pushed up on you. "see what ya do to me pretty girl? fuck- I could do this all day..." he groans, grinding against the wetness seeping through your panties.

aizawa hastily unbuckles his belt, and slides his pants and boxers off. freeing his long dick. a soft sigh leaves your lips at the sight. you had fucked aizawa a couple times before but still, his long shaft always surprised him and made you crave him even more. "look at m'pretty girl, so mesmerized by my cock, it's okay sweetheart you'll get it soon..." he pushes your panties to the side, aligning himself with your hole.

"c'mon sweetheart y'know what you gotta do now..." he hums, tucking hair behind your ears. "aizawa... pleaseee" you whine, hands reaching for his hips. aizawa slaps your clit, making you jolt back "y'know damn well that isn't good enough, beg for it like the dirty bitch you are." he demands sharply.

"p-please daddy, need your cock so badly..." you mewl, you didn't care how stupid you sounded, you had one thing on your mind right now. and you needed him badly. aizawa smirks slyly and whispers "anything for my girl..." and he pushes his cock in. you both let out content moans and groans as you feel each other.

he lets you adjust to his size before ramming himself in and out of you, your slick coating his cock fully. "so fuckin wet f'me, baby..." he groans, hands gripping on your hips. his pace was so quick and rough, just the way you liked it. his hips bucked into you without any mercy.

"you're so slutty for this, fuckin ya teacher just to raise your grades? dirtyass slut." he mocks, pushing your thighs closer to your chest, his shaft abusing your cunt even deeper now. you let out sobs and cries from all the pressure, the feeling of his leaky tip constantly hitting your cervix. you were in pure bliss.

aizawa admires the sweet noises, both your mouth and cunt makes. he could feel the way your walls would tighten around him with each thrust he gave, signaling you were close. he looks back up at your face, you looked so dazy and lost. babbling about how good you felt, so cock drunk you couldn't even speak correctly. aizawa chuckles at the state you were beneath him. "we just started pretty girl, don't tell me yer already too fucked out-" he teased.

his calloused fingers start trailing down to your clit, rubbing soft circles on it, as aizawa begins to feel his own orgasm creeping up on him. the pressure on your clit makes you yelp out with pleasure, the familiar knot in your stomach tightening at a hasty pace.

your walls sucked in his cock snuggly, aizawa knew you were on the brink of your orgasm. "c'mon baby, tell me who fucks you the best..." he grunts, his voice hoarse and raspy. his words simply didn't register in your brain, all you could focus on was the release that was building up in you. aizawa slaps your clit again, his voice harsh and demanding "answer m'fuckin question slut. who fuck you the best?"

you jolt up at his words, "y-you do daddy!! you do!!" you mewl, a sob leaving your lips as you cry out from the harsh orgasm you just endured. aizawa felt your liquid wash all over his shaft, which was enough to bring him to the brink of an orgasm. he pulls out of you quickly. and begins jerking himself off quickly, hot strings of semen decorating your stomach. you both let out heavy pants of satisfaction. "made such a big mess pretty girl, let's clean up okay?" he affirms, helping you back up.