#erasermic drabble

[tickly-giggles]

Could u do prompts 22 and/or 24 with aizawa and present mic? If u do x reader could you do with the reader otherwise I would enjoy reading it with eachother! ❤️

Yes yes yes, so cute!! I ship EraserMic so hard so yes! Also, for future reference, I don't do x reader fics. Sorry bout that

BUT onto the fic~!

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

Prompt: "When I find you, you're dead!" / "Please be gentle~!"

Characters: Mic, Aizawa, very short amount of Shinso

Shipping: EraserMic

Lee: Mic

Ler: Aizawa

Word Count: 1,343

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“When I find you, you’re dead!”

The words rang throughout the house like an explosion. Mic giggled childishly, diving into the closet in his and his husband’s bedroom. It may have been an obvious hiding spot, but Mic would be lying if he said he didn’t want Aizawa to find him. The circumstances that led up to him hiding in a closet played back in his head, and he couldn’t help but giggle again at the memory.

“Come on, it’ll be fun~,” Mic grinned at Shinso, who was currently doing his best to ignore his honorary father by distracting himself with a video game.

“No offense, but that doesn’t sound fun, it just sounds like we’d annoy him,” 

the purple haired boy paused his game and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly,

“I’d personally rather not get in the middle of it.”

“Aww, but it’s not permanent! It’ll wash off, c’mon!”

Shinso couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at his lips from Mic’s childlike excitement over something so silly, though he rolled his eyes and shook his head in response,

“It’s still a no. Sorry, Yamada-sensei.”

Mic smiled softly at him and playfully ruffled Shinso’s hair,

“Fine, I’ll do it myself. And you don’t need to be so formal with me, Hitoshi.”

Shinso blushed and nodded, smiling wider and starting his game back up as Mic exited his bedroom.

From there, the prank was set in motion. Mic had snuck back into his and Aizawa’s bedroom with a black marker, knelt down beside him while he was curled up under the covers, and hesitated. His husband looked so peaceful. Strands of his disheveled, black hair spilled over his content face in a way that perfectly framed his gorgeous features. His lips were slightly parted, rhythmic breaths escaped his nose with the occasional, gentle snore, and his eyelashes rested against his cheeks.

Mic smiled. How did he get so lucky? His eyes twinkled with pure joy and love for his partner. Joy was quickly replaced with mischief, and a smirk spread across his face as he popped the cap off of the marker.

“Hizashi!” 

Aizawa’s sudden, angry voice snapped Mic out of his reminiscing, and he grinned nervously as he listened to his footsteps gradually get closer.

“I’m going to find you, hiding from me is irrational,”

Aizawa huffed, looking under the bed, then mentally smacking himself for thinking Mic could fit under it. He stood and glared around the room, his eyes eventually falling on the closet. He grumbled and made to open the door, but stopped. He steadied his breathing as he thought for a moment, then grinned slightly,

“I suppose he’s not here. Oh well.”

Finally, he started tapping his feet against the floor, gradually slowing his movements to mimic the sound of him leaving the room.

Mic smirked and rolled his eyes. Like he would fall for the oldest trick in the book. Aizawa was smart, there was no way he would leave without checking the most obvious hiding spot. About a minute passed and there was no sound coming from the other side of the closet door. Mic felt his confidence sinking. Maybe Aizawa did leave? It couldn’t hurt to check, right? 

He swallowed nervously, his hand shaking as he reached for the door handle. Slowly, the door slid open, and he peeked into the room. A triumphant grin replaced his previously anxious expression. The room was empty.

Mic chuckled airily, stepping further into the room,

“I don’t know why I was so nervous. He had no idea I was– WAAHH-!!”

The boisterous pro hero shrieked as he was tackled to the bed. He craned his neck to see Aizawa sitting on his lower back, eyes glowing red, hair defying gravity, and his scarf held tightly in his hands. Most importantly, his face was decorated with random drawings and words in black marker. He smirked and let his hair fall majestically,

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear me hooking myself to the ceiling.”

Mic blushed slightly in embarrassment, and smiled shyly,

“You know my hearing isn’t what it used to be.”

Suddenly, he couldn’t stop the amused giggles that bubbled from his throat at Aizawa’s face. The quirk erasing pro smirked back at his husband and grabbed his wrists, tying them to his ankles with his scarf in a swift motion,

“I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

“W-Wait wha–” 

Mic’s face erupted in even more red, and he experimentally tugged at his bindings, to no avail,

“Shota, what are you doing? Let me go!”

“I don’t think so. In fact,”

Aizawa leaned down and pressed his lips against Mic’s ear, making him shiver,

“I think you wanted me to catch you~.”

Mic swallowed nervously, panic and excitement filling his mind. He didn’t bother replying as Aizawa got to work, carefully taking off his husband’s socks. Aizawa grinned at the way Mic curled his toes when the cool air in the room hit his feet. 

“Something wrong, Hizashi~? You seem nervous.”

Mic bit his lip at Aizawa’s teasing tone, wishing he could bite back with a snarky remark of his own, but he knew that would only get him into more trouble. Aizawa could be quite merciless when he wanted to be. So, he simply replied,

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Is it the fact that I’m going to tickle you, no matter what you do?”

The teasing tone in Aizawa’s voice only worsened how vulnerable Mic felt. He shook his head, trying to fight off the anticipatory tingles that danced across his bare soles. A sigh of resignation escaped his lips, a small, nervous smile creeping onto his face as he addressed his husband once more,

“Just… Please be gentle.”

Aizawa smirked, remaining silent as he started slowly dragging his nails up and down Mic’s soles. The touch was so sudden that he squealed in surprise, then soft giggles escaped his quivering lips.

“Here’s how things are going to go, Hizashi,”

the quirk erasing pro hero started, pulling Mic’s toes back and lightly scratching at a spot just below his big toe,

“You’re going to apologize for playing such a juvenile prank on me. But before that, you’re going to laugh to your heart’s content,”

Aizawa grinned at Mic’s whimpering at his teasing words and light strokes on his ticklish soles. He began running his index finger underneath every single toe while his other hand held them back, causing his ticklish victim to whine and squeak with each new touch,

“That’s why you pulled such a stunt, isn’t it? Because you wanted me to punish you?”

“S-Shuhuhut up, Shohohota!”

“Oh? Is that any way to speak to someone who has you in such a position?”

“Wait, noho I’m sorry! I’m sohohorry, Shota, please, nohohot THAHAHAHAT!! SHOTAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHONONONO PLEHEHEHEASE~!”

Mic thrashed frantically as his husband began mercilessly raking his nails up and down his helpless soles. Aizawa knew exactly what to do to drive him up the wall, and this was one of them. He also knew what Mic could and couldn’t take and, while he couldn’t take being tickle tortured like this, he knew he loved it regardless. 

The two had their session well into the afternoon, much later than either of them had expected to go. Mic’s soles were on fire with ticklish electricity coursing through each and every nerve by the time Aizawa was finished with him. The stoic pro hero never skipped aftercare, and he made sure Mic didn’t protest as he rubbed a cool lotion on his sensitive soles. Mic had, indeed, ended up apologizing far before the tickle session was finished, but Aizawa only stopped once he yelled out their safe word. As the two cuddled in bed by nightfall, Mic looked up at his calm husband. They were both freshly cleaned from a warm shower, and Aizawa’s face was finally rid of the marker doodles. With a slight grin, Mic closed his eyes and cuddled into his husband’s warm chest, unable to stop thinking about what his next prank would be.

[carefreecoffee]

ੈ✩‧₊˚Surprise!: Aizawa Shouta!ੈ✩‧₊˚

A drabble for one of my favourite characters to exist <3 (And relatable at that)

The common rooms were decorated in streamers and decorations of all sorts. The students gathered in the dark area, waiting to strike, suddenly footsteps arrived through the doors that had led into the common room and everyone bounced up with a shout.

“Happy birthday Aizawa-Sensei!!”

The brooding man was taken aback by the large display of noise and affection, looking around at all of 1-A. He furrowed his brows before looking around, “How did you know it was my birthday…?” 

Everyone looks at him sheepishly,

“Mic-Sensei told us..” 

Aizawa groaned, “Of course he did. Oh well..” Mina handed him a party hat which he begrudgingly hesitated to wear. 

Mostly everyone was ecstatic that their stoic and brash teacher had given in to their shenanigans for once, talking and laughing as they brought out the cake that Sato had prepared.

Everyone gathered around, Todoroki lighting the cake with his flames as they sung their rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’.

Aizawa couldn't help the smirk making its way to his lips as they finished. He blew out the candles, cheers erupting around him thereafter.

Another year of aging came with another year of looking after these kids, and maybe, just maybe that wouldn't be too bad after all…

I sketched this picture myself in short notice!! Dont mind the crappy quality haha <33

[kayforpay]

Silly ass prompt. What's better than two weiners? FOUR WEINERS!

"So it's a quirk, then?" Shouta looks unimpressed, which is normal, but slightly more unimpressed than usual. Hizashi shifts, realizing that their couch really wasn't made for three people to sit on. "How long does it last? Are you split into... emotional states?"

Hizashi, the original one, shrugs. "No clue, honestly. And I think it's just... Copies? They don't seem to talk or anything, they just kind of, I don't know. They do that I think at them to do?" He looks to his left, at the other two of himself, who are staring blankly into space. Spooky. "I know it's really creepy, but I didn't want to just leave them outside somewhere."

Shouta is sitting in his armchair, legs crossed, and he looks at the clock. "You reported it already, didn't you? Even if it's a kid's quirk, they need to learn to control it to keep this from happening. It seems too strong to risk." It has been, by Hizashi's rough estimation, at least four hours since he got knocked over by a teenager and found himself multiplied. Apparently, the kid was in a support course with another school.

"I reported it right away! I was on patrol anyway, but now I can't go to the radio station. I don't want to freak anyone out." He shifts again, and the other two versions of himself scoot slightly down. "I'm lucky I had enough civilian clothes for all three of us, or it would have caused an even bigger scene."

About ten seconds pass in silence, and Hizashi starts to wonder if the other versions of himself even need to breathe before Shouta sighs and stands up. As he walks past the side of the couch Hizashi is sitting on, he pulls his hair out of the lazy bun he had it in when they got home, and stretches.

"I'm guessing you didn't take a shower? Your hair is crunchy." He's smiling, at least, so that's a bonus. "If they're gonna be around, I don't want them wearing your dirty clothes. Come on."

It takes Hizashi a moment to consider the offer, and then he's walking into the bathroom, followed by his clones, all of them leaving a trail of clothing as they go. Shouta is crouching by the heat dial, carefully adjusting the temperature in his boxers, and it's only then that Hizashi wonders why Shouta is joining him at all. He probably took a shower as soon as he got off patrol.

"Uh, babe, I can get myself clean, if you want? I don't want you to get weirded out. Or tired of my face." He chuckles, watching raptly as Shouta strips his boxers, and then delicately removes his prosthetic. Like always, Hizashi moves it out of the room, so the steam doesn't get to it.

Shouta sits on the stool. "If I was going to get sick of your face, I would have been sick years ago, Hizashi. Come here." He waves a hand, and Hizashi comes where he's beckoned, still flushed that Shouta was... Well, somewhat sweet, right?

Shockingly, Before Hizashi can sit on a washcloth between his legs, Shouta pulls him into a kiss, his hands spread over Hizashi's chest. His tongue presses against the corner of Hizashi's lips when he pulls back to speak.

"Sho, what're you doing?" He paused, letting Shouta shove his tongue into his mouth, and knelt on the cloth instead. "Not that I'm complaining, but--"

He waves at the copies, which he swore hadn't blinked since before they came into the bath.

The water was hot when it hit the back of his head, and he yelped. "I'm not wasting having tomorrow off just because you got hit with a quirk." His hands work through Hizashi's hair, melting the gel with practiced movements and the specialty shampoo Hizashi uses.

"Should I send them out?"

Shouta's eye narrows slightly. "They need a shower, too."

He can't really argue with that, even though he would be just as happy keeping them stood by the door until he has to go somewhere and keep track of them, so he just takes the showerhead to rinse his hair. Shouta's hands go back to his chest, massaging his skin and pulling at Hizashi's nipples with his thumbs.

Hair and soap stream down Hizashi's face, and he jumps when Shouta wraps a hand around his cock, stroking it lazily, and he jumps again when Shouta leans in to bite his ear. "Can they touch me, Zashi?" His breath is hot, even compared to the water.

It should be uncomfortable how easy it is to control the copies, to have them walk over and wrap their arms around Shouta. One kisses him, and the other slides under his arm to mouth at his chest, and Hizashi pushes his hair out of his face in time to see Shouta's cock twitch, to see him swallow back a moan at the hands on him.

Zashi kneels lower, until he can press his face into the dark hair around the base of Shouta's cock, and gets the copies to support him leaning back. The Hizashi at Shouta's chest trails sloppy kisses lower, and the one kissing him moves to nibble at his neck. Shouta breathes a little harder as he's pulled to lean against the Hizashi at his back, and digs his nails into that one's arm as the other two meet at his prick.

They lick around the shaft, red eyes half-lidded, and Zashi glances up at Shouta to meet his eye before pulling himself into a slow kiss. Shouta groans, and bucks his hips almost hard enough to fall off the stool when they go back to licking around his cock. The Hizashi behind him holds him up, settling into a seated position behind him, and spreads his legs wider.

Hizashi and Zashi crawl forward, one sucking his cock while the other takes advantage of the angle to drag his tongue over his hole. While Zashi's busy, Hizashi's own hard cock (who even knew they could do that?!) presses against his thigh, and he wraps a hand around it. If only the sensations were shared, Zashi thinks.

"Hey, Sho." He sits up, his mouth wet, and makes the Hizashi sucking Shouta off sit up. "Wanna see me suck my own dick?"

Shouta is silent, his eye so wide he seems nervous, and Zashi is about to apologize. "Yeah, but I'm probably gonna come." His lips curl into a frown, and the Hizashi behind him slides a hand down to stroke his cock.

Zashi closes his eyes as he takes the Hizashi into his mouth, humming softly. It's a little awkward, but no more than any other time he'd sucked someone off for Shouta to watch; honestly, this is the most excited Shouta has ever seemed to watch it. Usually it's more for Zashi than anything.

The Hizashi behind Shouta presses two fingers into Shouta, tentative, but Shouta is clearly somewhat prepared, because he just groans to do more. The Hizashi in front of Zashi himself tangles his hands into Zashi's hair, pulling his hair to move him. It's a little less fun than when someone is actually testing the amount he can take, actually being rough, but Shouta is squirming before long, his foot slipping against the slick tile as he tries to push against the fingers inside him and the hand around him.

Pulling back with a sharp gasp, Zashi has Hizashi slap the head of his cock against his tongue, and Shouta grunts, his jaw tense, as he comes, white spilling over the Hizashi's knuckles. Zashi moves in to kiss him, and Shouta whimpers, pulling him closer with sharp nails in his back.

"Fuck me. I w-- I want you in me. All of you." The flush on his face deepens, but he wraps his knee around Zashi's waist to drag him in anyway. "You look so good with your hair down."

Even without the compliment, Zashi's nodding, kissing Shouta again as he presses against the knuckles at the edge of his hole. "Can you take it, Sho?" Zashi isn't under any delusions that he's got a massive dick, but it also isn't like they really do a lot of stuff with Shouta taking anything bigger; the last time they had Sekijiro over, Zashi had been the one taking him, and Shouta had done his best to play into the fantasy, looking detached and giving directions.

"Yeah. Come on." He looks over Zashi's shoulder, and waves to the Hizashi standing behind him. "Bring him here?"

Shouta takes Hizashi's cock into his mouth as soon as he can, and Zashi presses into his hole with a groan, letting his head lean against the other Hizashi's shoulder once he's inside. Shouta is pretty well prepared, considering how little attention Zashi has been able to give to him, but he's still not going to rush into it. They rarely get days off together, anyway.

Hizashi starts to fuck Shouta's mouth, in the way he usually likes, short thrusts that force his throat open and make him struggle not to gag. Zashi grinds against him, watching as his flagging erection returns to fullness at the attention. The Hizashi behind Shouta pinches his nipple, and reaches to the wall nook with the other shower supplies. He grabs the lube, and reaches between Zashi and Shouta to pour some over Zashi's cock before he fucks back into him.

He pours more of the lube onto his own cock, and between them they lift Shouta almost completely to get his cock lined up. Shouta pulls off of Hizashi's cock with a gasp, and presses his face against Hizashi's thigh while the one behind him presses in. Zashi's hips twitch when they're both seated inside him, the pressure surprisingly good, and Shouta moans aloud, mouth pressing to the base of Hizashi's cock.

Despite his best attempts to muffle himself, Shouta's moans still leak out while Zashi moves, fucking him as slowly as he can stand to. He sucks little marks into Shouta's skin, and has the Hizashi behind him stroke his cock.

Surprisingly, the first one to come is the Hizashi over Shouta, who yanks his head back almost too hard to cum over his face, panting. Zashi marvels at how Shouta finds his o-face attractive while Shouta moans, shaking between him and the other Hizashi. His hole twitches, and Zashi speeds up, pushing Shouta's legs up to get between them more.

When Shouta lets his head hang limply against the other Hizashi's shoulder, Hizashi moves to lick the cum off his cheeks, moaning in Zashi's voice, and Shouta whimpers. His knees tighten, almost like he's trying to push Zashi away, and he jerks, hard enough for Zashi to slip out of him as he comes again, more cum dripping down his shaft and his voice echoing off the tiled walls.

Zashi doesn't give him a moment, pressing himself back in immediately while he kisses Hizashi. They move in tandem, for the most part, while Shouta's legs curl almost to his chest from the stimulation. He breathes little encouragements between kisses, telling Zashi to go faster, that he's doing well.

The Hizashi behind Shouta holds his legs up to his chest while Zashi moves, moaning softly each time he thrusts in. Shouta wraps a hand around the back of Zashi's neck, pulling him in to kiss him, and Zashi comes with an almost too-loud moan, hips jerking and thighs slipping against the Hizashi clone's legs.

The Hizashi behind Shouta lets his legs down, and Zashi realizes when he pulls back that the Hizashi must have also finished, from the mess spilling out of Shouta's hole. He doesn't move far, more concerned with kissing Shouta a little more than really examining how much cum is coming out of him (though he does consider it something worth thinking about later).

After a few minutes, and Zashi's knees starting to really ache from the tile, Shouta yells, thudding to the floor as smoke fills the small room. "What?!"

Zashi leans back and fans the smoke out of his eyes. "Oh. I guess that's how we get rid of them." The room feels weirdly empty, now, and he stumbles over himself picking Shouta up off the floor.

"You said a teen is the one who has this quirk?" Shouta asks, picking up the forgotten showerhead and rinsing the sweat off himself. "I guess we should probably report this, too."

Hizashi glues himself to Shouta's back, snuggling against his neck. "I don't know. Do we? It's a little awkward, isn't it?"

[queen-of-gotham]

Comfort in Silence

- an erasermic family Drabble-

Hizashi Yamada and Shouta Aizawa enjoyed one thing every morning. Sitting on the couch, in silence with each other as they drank their morning coffee and caught up on an episode of whatever dumb show they were currently into. They were busy fathers of two teenagers and a small child, their family seemingly thrown together by choice and proximity, but a family they loved nonetheless.

To their children, however this quiet time is where they found a comforting solstice away from life’s problems. It was never all three at once, that they were thankful for. More times than not it was just one of them that would quietly slink in and curl up with one or both of the men. Except for when big things came and crossed paths on rare occasions, then both teenagers would find their way in, with their own cups of coffee, looking like miniature versions of their respective father. Today was one of those days.

Hitoshi sat himself between both dads, he was being tested that day to be transferred into a more prestigious class than the one he was originally placed in. The normally calm and collected boys hand shook a bit as he drank his coffee and let out a deep nervous sigh. No one spoke though, they sat in the silence of their steaming mugs and the soft voices on the television screen.

Haru would come in and stare for a moment before deciding which edge of the couch had the most room. The teen girl liked to curl her feet up underneath of her when she sat and drank her coffee. So that’s what she did beside Shouta, leaning her head into his shoulder for just a moment. To ground herself. She had a competition coming up, one she worried she would fail at. Again the comforting silence surrounded them, the aroma of coffee filling the room, the silence easing their worries, and their dads’ presence filling them with comfort.

Only, today was a bit different. A big pair of crimson eyes looked from her bedroom, slowly shuffling in. Eyes set on the family who chose her. She didn’t need comfort today. She just wanted to be included in whatever was happening with her dads and big siblings. She’s wouldn’t think about where to sit, she simply found the first open space and crawled in under Hizashi’s arm, making him snuggle her for the last few minutes of the television show.

And just like every morning when the credits rolled across the screen, Hizashi would stretch, and Shouta would stand, laying comforting gazes onto their kids. They knew the kids would be alright. The teens would exchange glances, a playful shove, something as their own silent way of comforting each other.

Yeah. The silence in the morning was nice, but the comfort they found in each other was unmatched. While it was never said out loud between anyone, those mornings meant more than any single one of them could put into words.

[cyhyr]

Whumptober No.10 "You said you'd never leave."

Is this a continuation of the previous prompt? No idea! You decide! Is there a happy ending to this? No idea! You decide! Tagging for whumptober: @atereal @oneinist

~

Hizashi wakes up and the first thing he sees is his own body laying in a hospital bed. Well, that’s concerning. What kind of— The door opens and he turns; his husband walks in, looking more tired than Hizashi ever thought possible. He tries asking Shouta what happened, but he walks right through Hizashi and oh fuck he’s gonna puke it feels so weird.

Shouta sits at his bedside, gripping his body’s hand so tightly; he wishes he could feel it.

“You said you’d never leave me,” Shouta rasps.

“I’m right here!!!” Hizashi shouts.

No noise comes from his mouth.

[writersmorgue]

Day 27 - survivor's guilt

read on Ao3

word count: 347

TWs in tags

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He wasn’t supposed to live. 

He was supposed to die in this war like some noble asshole and be remembered as the hero no one knew about. 

Shouta was already down an eye and a leg, he was canon fodder at this point, a means for attack. 

And now he’s breathing, hooked up to an IV, sitting in his uncomfortable ass hospital bed as he signs consent forms for his husband’s remains to be sealed in an urn. 

“I’m truly sorry, Aizawa.” Tsukauchi pauses, looking at the empty chairs next to him, “If it helps, we believe it was quick.”

It wasn’t. Hizashi had been stripped of his quirk before he was killed. They believe it was quick because he hadn’t made any noise. Shouta has seen the tapes, he’s seen the pain in his husband’s eyes as he was disintegrated alive. 

Those were not the eyes of someone who was at peace. 

Shouta sighs, handing the forms to the solemn nurse who takes his leave. 

“Do my kids know?”

The detective looks uncomfortably away, “I… believe Shinsou knows. Eri doesn’t as far as I’m aware. I’ll have someone escort her to you.”

“She shouldn’t see me right now. Have Nem- um… take her to Hitoshi first. They should be together. 

He never thought he’d be the last of them. 

Tsukauchi nods, leaving Shouta alone in the quiet room. 

Hizashi was adopted by an older couple in middle school, but they’re both long gone now. Shouta’s own mothers are estranged enough, though they come around for Christmas every once in a while. 

Yagi has taken enough of a liking to Eri, maybe he’ll babysit when Shouta has to patrol. Hitoshi is old enough, but he doesn’t want to force that responsibility on him. He has a boyfriend he spends his free time with-

“Gods, Hizashi,” He whispers, wetness escaping his only eye to crawl down his face, “why’d you have to leave.”

He pulls his knee up to his chest, ignoring the tug of the dozen wires attached to various parts of him. 

It should’ve been me.

[crsinclair]

"It's called fashion," Hizashi always says, even as his fingers turn a bright pink in the cold. "It's called potential frostbite," Shouta always replies, taking his hands to keep his husband's fingers warm. Hizashi only smiles, letting his hands be warmed between firm, calloused ones that aren't freezing from not wearing proper gloves. "Hmm, you say that..." He leans in to give his husband a kiss on the cheek. "But that's what I have you for."

Aizawa holds Mic's hands in his own trying to warm his up since his husband only wears his leather gloves without fingers even during cold winter. What a lovely idiot

[artemis32]

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[doumadono]

I'm thrilled to reveal my first-ever Kinktober collaboration event hosted by me, Doumadono, and my second writing blog, Thepaperpanda

After the huge success of my inaugural Kinktober event last year, conducted on ThePaperPanda, I've opted to explore a fresh concept this year. With this notion in mind, I contacted the writers I hold in high regard, inviting them to partake in a playful exploration of lust and desire. To my astonishment, the response was overwhelmingly positive, and I am deeply honored to have such exceptional writers participating in this little project. I want to express my deep thanks to all the writers who are participating. Having each and every one of you on board brings me great joy and satisfaction ♡

Essential information

♡ This Masterpost has been prepared to function as an informational leaflet, providing comprehensive details about the upcoming collaboration event

♡ The Masterlist will undergo updates as soon as the works are posted

♡ All works will be NSFW 🔞

♡ Our event-specific tag will be applied to all works: #kinktobercollab‘23

♡ This is a multifandom event

♡ Within this collaborative event, you'll discover a variety of stories, including headcanons, blurbs, drabbles, and full-length fictions

♡ The event will include various pairings (such as KiriBaku, ShigaDabi, etc.)

♡ Below, following the cut, you can find the complete list of prompts, characters, and writers participating in the Kinktober 2023 Collaboration

♡ Reblog to help spread the word!

♡ day 1 - blow job | Douma | @sanriokamabodo

♡ day 2 - overstimulation | Bakugo | @doumadono

♡ day 3 - dry humping | Atsumu Miya | @doumadono

♡ day 4 - maid | Dabi | @dabihawksluva

♡ day 5 - bukkake | KiriBaku & ShigaDabi | @doumadono

♡ day 6 - orgasm denial | Levi Ackerman | @mrskokushibo

♡ day 7 - sensory deprivation | Douma | @muzansfangs

♡ day 8 - drunk sex | Bucky Barnes | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 9 - leash | Sukuna | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 10 - shibari | Douma | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 11 - creampie | Shigaraki | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 12 - break

♡ day 13 - mirror | Hawks | @kyojurismo

♡ day 14 - daddy kink | Jake Lockley | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 15 - hair pulling | Akaza Douma Kokushibo | @sanriokamabodo

♡ day 16 - morning sex | Neuvillette | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 17 - spanking | Kotaro Bokuto | @doumadono

♡ day 18 - temperature play | Dabi | @dabislittlemouse

♡ day 19 - break

♡ day 20 - break

♡ day 21 - angry sex | Bakugo | @mrskokushibo

♡ day 22 - oral sex | Sae Itoshi | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 23 - rough sex & praise kink | Lucifer | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 24 - dirty talk & finger fucking | ShibaDabi | @lifeform286

♡ day 25 - breeding kink | Dabi | @sillakits

♡ day 26 - love triangles | KiriBaku | @kyojurismo

♡ day 27 - period sex | Bakugo | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 28 - lingerie | Shigaraki | @misafiryanki

♡ day 29 - threesome | Erasermic | @gamergirl-niffler

♡ day 30 - torture | Dottore | @gamergirl-niffler

♡ day 31 - biting | Douma | @sanriokamabodo

[mics-bootlicker]

Some random Erasermic drabble set after they get together in their early to mid 20s bcos I've been thinking about the whole Hizashi being Shōta's second choice thing

(Edit: also forgot to add, Hizashi being this honest about his feelings is rare lol)

M: If Shirakumo were still alive, would we have still...?

E: Don't think like that, it doesn't make sense. What happened happened, how would hypotheticals change anything?

M: I know it won't change anything, sheesh, but you loved him didn't you? Back then, me, I was just... a friend, and I knew that, hated that.

E: Yes, I think I did love him. But he didn't love me back, did you know that too? I don't think he even liked men. Regardless, we both saw how he looked at Kayama

M: I knew that. It's funny, you know? He would encourage me to confess to you. And I never did because I knew you liked him, but I couldn't even tell him that!! I got tight lips, hmmm?

E: Well, thanks for that, I guess. I can't believe he never knew, I was so obvious. People say I'm the closed up one, but in the end, everyone knew i liked him and only he knew you liked me, huh?

M: ...I was jealous of him until he died. How horrible is that?

E: Not horrible at all. Jealousy is illogical but... it happens. Just like accidents happen with Shirakumo's death.

M: God, why haven't we talked about it like this? Ever since then, we've barely had any open talks about it. Fuck, I miss him. I miss us.

E: Calm down. We'll be alright

M: You sure weren't acting like it for a while.

E: Well, we're back together now, and different than before. And what you said... about if Shirakumo would've survived... if we still would have... maybe, who knows? Shirakumo was never going to love me the way I wanted him to then. Maybe I would've moved on, then started noticing you more. Then maybe Shirakumo would've finally convinced you to make a move on me, and I would've said yes. Maybe you would've lost interest forever and fallen in love with somebody else. But nobody can say for certain, what's the point in speculating? Hizashi, I love you now. That's what matters

E: Shōta, I love you too

[lolita-lollipop]

OK so I just read your last fic thing with Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a teenager and her preferring Hizashi over Aizawa and I love it!!! It's so fucking good and the flow and everything is amazing!!!

Not a request: just a funny concept: imagine Y/N preferring Aizawa over Hizashi and Hizashi is like ????? Bc he's the FUN parent dammit, why is their bby cuddling up to quiet and boring Aizawa?? And Mic being super annoyed when their bby doesn't want to cuddle up to him or relax with him and choosing to curl up next to Aizawa lmfao

😂😂😂😂 Just a funny idea

YANDERE PLATONIC ERASERMIC X READER (DRABBLE)

 If this isn’t facts I don’t know what is.  Mic knew when they agreed that Aizawa would give out punishments, that hizashi would immediately be the natural favorite. Because he’s the one to save you from your punishments, he’s the one to tell you that it’s okay and that he thinks your father was being mean too. 

Hizashi was always the one there to reassure you that you would be okay, he was always the one to give you a snack and some water after you got in trouble, and he was the one to wipe your tears when you were crying. 

So imagine his shock when you seem to prefer Aizawa over him. It's just the little things at first, when the three of you eat dinner together you sit closer to him, when it's time for bed you ask him to read you stories, you let him sit next to you when you were with the cats. You never let Mic though. 

then, as months progressed,  your favoritism became oh-so evident. It was almost like you actively avoided mic, and sought out Aizawa, which was so surreal to mic. Aizawa is the one who lectures you and makes you sit in the corner till you're crying your eyes out. So why. The hell. Do you. Like him. 

It was just so aggravating, how Aizawa let you lie down in his lap while he stroked your hair and kept you warm. The two of you never even talked! He was so fun and interesting, he loved cracking jokes and making you laugh and tickling you! Why did you choose him?

It gets on his nerves, whenever he sees you cuddling close to aizawa, when he sees aizawa letting you help him in the kitchen, when you stop crying when he comes around, and start again when mic does. Don't get him wrong, he loves you with all his heart, and he loves his husband too, but when both are pretty much icing him out (mainly you), that just pisses him off. 

The funny thing is though, you don't even really like aizawa, in fact, you almost hate him, and you hate that your mind wants you to love him. Mic’s original plan of making you have favoritism towards him completely and utterly backfired, instead of showing more affection towards mic, it was towards aizawa. 

Maybe it's just because aizawa was so much like you, of course you were a giant hero who could crush you in between his fingers, but you were so quiet, and sometimes solitude made more of a statement than talking ever did. Aizawa understood that. And he knew sometimes just curling up by a fire in silence with back rubs was better than talking. Hizashi didnt. 

Slowly the favoritism becomes becomes evident to both parents, and aizawa, while not intentionally, rubs it in Mics face, excluding him, doing cute things with you, knowing you wouldnt like him being there. 

And mic, we all know as a yandere, mic is very unstable, and as  you wear him down, the psychosis just elevates until he is held up by a string prepared to snap. And when it snaps, it's not good for anybody. 

He literally begins forcing  you to do things with him, you sit by aizawa at the dinner table? he tugs the back of your shirt to be closer with himlike a cat. You ask aizawa to read you a story? Youre getting Mic, and possibly a scolding if you complain about it. And even if you whine when he hugs you and the cats, or sits close to you when you watch Tv, he is doing it either way. 

And the more you complain about your “new favorite” (self proclaimed of course), the more your freedoms get taken away from you, maybe it means you have to be strapped down to eat dinner, maybe it means you don't get any outside time, maybe it means no TV, maybe you have to sleep in their room now. Eventually you learn that you cant play favorites, not when both of them are teetering on the edge of insanity. 

You'll learn to love them equally, 

You'll have to. 

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

BNHA - A Quirk That Can Do Anything

A/N: This was originally posted on my Patreon some time ago, so be sure to think about pledging over there to see drabbles like this in advance! (And exclusive drabbles!)

Original Prompt by Istas (patron): EraserMic and Shinson. Soft, bone deep realizations. Hitoshi has heard his entire life all the bad things he could do with his Quirk. "You can make someone do Anything" sounds so scary to everyone, even to Hitoshi. But the first time he was able to use his Quirk to stop someone's panic attack, a quiet part of him went 'Oh'. He can do anything, and this is what he chooses.

Summary: Shinsou Hitoshi is having a little bit of a bad day regarding his quirk and just how ‘evil’ it could be. It’s then really hard to think of his quirk as something bad when he can use it to stop a kid from having a panic attack in the library.

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi 

Pairing: Background Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Rating: General 

Word Count: 2,693

AO3 Link

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“It’s called Brainwashing. It’s certainly a powerful quirk. It’s an emitter that allows the user to put their target in a state where they are forced to obey all of the user's commands. It’s something to be careful with as he’s growing.”

“I know we agreed to foster him, but surely there’s another family that’s better suited. We have small children and with a quirk like that…”

“Hey! I heard you’re the kid with the brainwashing quirk! How come you’re not already in jail? That’s a villain’s quirk, isn’t it? I mean, you can make anyone do anything.”

“Hey, Shinsou, we were just talking about quirks. Yours is pretty powerful, isn’t it? I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable with a quirk like that and all it can do. I mean, it’s a little creepy, right? Being able to control someone?” 

“Shut up! I know how your quirk works! But you can’t do anything to me if you can’t say anything, right?!”

“You’re applying where? Shinsou, come on, there’s no way you’re going to get into a place like U.A., I mean, yeah, your grades are pretty good, but… Your quirk. You know?”

“Shh, I don’t want him to hear, but we need to take him back. I can’t do this. I can’t keep someone in my home that has such a villainous quirk. What if he uses it on the kids? On us? I want him out of the house-!”

“Shinsou?” Startled out of his thoughts at the call of his name, Shinsou Hitoshi did his best to keep his breathing calm and steady as he looked over at where one of his new classmates was standing in front of him. It was Ashido, because of course it was. “Hey, you doing alright? You seemed kind of zoned out, there.” 

Trying to shrug it off, Hitoshi gave a little nod. “Sure. Just lost in thought. Where’s your horde of idiots?”

“Being idiots.” Following the gesture to where Bakugo, Kirishima, and Kaminari were all rolling around on the ground, knocking over desks and fighting and arguing like feral cats, Hitoshi snorted. “Just wanted to let you know that class ended a couple of minutes ago. Figured something was wrong since you’re usually one of the first ones out the door.”

“Like I said, just lost in thought,” Hitoshi waved off, not really wanting to share that he was once again reflecting on the quirk he had been cursed with. She was the type to be aggressively supportive and rat him out to Aizawa all at the same time. God he wished he had been put into Class 2B sometimes. 

“Uh huh.” Ashido crossed her arms and was in prime position to slip into therapy mode. Hitoshi looked around the room quickly and then realized he didn’t have to look far.

“Might want to corral them before they break something-” Beautifully timed, there was the sound of crunching wood and a shattering desk. Hitoshi smirked. “Well. Something else.” 

Ashido twisting around and opening her mouth to yell was all Hitoshi needed to enact his escape and slip out of the classroom. He must have been lost in memories longer than he realized. While there were a few stragglers, the halls were almost empty and there was the usual silence that settled once classes were over for the day.

At least that made it easier for Hitoshi to get to the library without dodging loud, excited students that sometimes couldn’t control their quirk. They were only a month into the school year and Hitoshi had almost forgotten how eager first years could be, especially with their quirk control — or lack thereof. Apparently, roughly ten or so years wasn’t enough to learn at least a little control. 

Ah, but Hitoshi was being bitter, wasn’t he? It wasn’t often anymore that he had his bad days. Ever since Shouta had taken him under his wing (and then fostered and adopted him with his husband who was Present Mic of all people), Hitoshi had gotten better about how he viewed his quirk. 

Hell, people at the Sports Festival — pro heroes — had said how useful his quirk could be for hero work. His classmates had been proud of him and threw him a party when he got into the hero course and his new classmates had thrown him another party. His quirk had even been a key turning point in the fight against All For One! He was at the point where he should more than see how useful his quirk could be to people. 

And yet… 

You can make anyone do anything you want! sounded terrifying to everyone — even to him. It was a ‘villainous’ quirk, nevermind that plenty of heroes had darker quirks that only weren’t called villainous because of the hero that wielded them. 

(There was a reason Eraserhead, who could take away quirks and Present Mic, who could render people deaf, were his favorite heroes. He knew what it felt like to have a dangerous quirk.)

Focus, Hitoshi chided himself, shaking the thoughts off as he finally reached the library and slipped inside. Getting lost in his head and feeling sorry for himself wasn’t going to help anybody, especially him. Besides, the longer he went feeling sorry for himself the more likely it was his dads would notice and try to be aggressively supportive. 

Heading for his usual table near the back of the place Hitoshi noted that the librarian wasn’t at the desk and instead stocking shelves or chasing off idiots. That also meant, though, that there was no one to call for backup or help when he suddenly heard gasping breaths tearing through the air, sounding like someone couldn’t breathe. 

If it was even half a year ago Hitoshi would have paused and been torn on what he should do. After everything, though, he didn’t even hesitate before he was rushing towards the sound and cursing the fact that students weren’t allowed to carry their weapons on them at all times. The binding cloth would be really useful if Hitoshi was about to come across some insane villain who decided attacking a U.A student was- 

Ah.

Shit. 

Instead of a villain attacking a student, which Hitoshi could have much more easily handled, it was a perfectly healthy student collapsed on the floor and looking like she was in the middle of a panic attack and couldn’t calm down. 

Desperately withholding the urge to swear with enough curse words that he’d be grounded for a month, Hitoshi dropped his bag and then followed with himself. First things first, he needed to look as non-threatening as possible and then he needed to get the kid to start taking some deep breaths. Passing out from a panic attack wasn’t fun for anyone involved. 

“Hey, can you hear me?” A quick check to see how coherent she was, Hitoshi felt a little tension leave him when her eyes snapped over to look at him. The tension came back when he noticed how wild and stressed they were. “My name is Shinsou Hitoshi, a second-year student in the hero course. I’m not sure how aware you are, but you’re having a panic attack.” 

There was always a chance it was some type of allergic reaction, but Hitoshi couldn’t see any swelling or redness anywhere that would indicate it. He had also had enough panic attacks to be able to spot the difference between it and anaphylactic shock. He also had enough to know that saying it’s okay or just take a breath wasn’t going to do shit. 

Best way of dealing with it was, likely, going to be reassuring her that she was at least in a safe place. “You’re in the library at U.A. right now, which is about the safest place you can be. You don’t need to worry about any sudden attacks and even if you do pass out, Recovery Girl is still here and can help you. So I need you to try and get some breath in if you can, okay?” 

Hitoshi knew he didn’t exactly look like someone who was good at comforting kids, or even acted like it, but he at least knew how to keep an even, calm tone. 

It didn’t seem to be helping, though. 

Instead of calming down, the girl only seemed to be working herself up more and more — not that Hitoshi was shocked. She was definitely a first year, but she looked even younger than she should. Possibly skipped a few grades? Even if she was fifteen, feeling something like a panic attack probably made her feel like she was about to die. 

Looking around and praying for an adult or a burst of inspiration, Hitoshi froze as he saw his backpack slowly lifting into the air, followed by half a dozen books that were soon becoming a dozen.

Gaze snapping back to the girl, Hitoshi finally did let slip a swear as he realized that she had something like a levitation or telekinesis quirk and it was going wild around them. The last thing they needed was a bookcase falling down on them, too. 

“Okay- Okay.” Hitoshi needed to calm her down before her quirk ended up hurting her, him, or both of them. He also knew a perfect way to do it and felt half-sick even as he knew it was the quickest way. “I’m going to help you, okay? You need to be able to answer me verbally, though. It can be anything, you just have to respond to me, okay?” 

Hitoshi threw as much of his quirk into the question as he could, waiting breathlessly and with a rising sense of anxiety. When he finally heard the smallest, breathiest “Okay.” in response he grabbed onto the word and wrapped his quirk around the girl as carefully and tightly as he could. 

“Breathe in for two seconds. Hold it for four seconds. Breathe out four seconds. Repeat this three times.” His quirk had her firmly under control and Hitoshi watched as she began following his orders. There had been no point in ordering her to do the usual calming breaths when she had no air to spare, so working up to it was his best choice.

The books still floated around them, Hitoshi on edge as he silently counted out the amount of breaths he had ordered her to do. “Good. Now breathe in for five seconds. Hold it for six seconds. Breathe out for eight seconds. Repeat this five times.” 

Slowly, the girl’s chest started to rise slower and slower, her eyelids drooping even as the glazed look remained. She would be exhausted and crash as soon as she was sitting down and aware again, likely. 

“Really good. Now, carefully lower everything you’re lifting with your quirk, then release your quirk.” Standing up slowly and grabbing his bag once it was free of the quirk, Hitoshi ignored the books on the ground. “Stand up carefully and slowly. Once you’re steady, follow me.” 

Hitoshi had a wild thought that he had no idea what the punishment was for using a quirk on a fellow student when it was for good purposes, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be very lenient. Still, he wasn’t willing to release her until he had her in Recovery Girl’s office — then at least if she went right back into an attack there would be an actual medical professional to help. 

The walk was quick, at least, and the halls were clear of everyone which meant Hitoshi didn’t have to worry about someone asking why a first year was following after him blankly and quietly and obviously brainwashed. 

“Recovery Girl?” Forcing the thoughts and worries out of his head, Hitoshi knocked on the office door before opening the door. “Are you- Ah.” Recovery Girl was in. So were both of his dads. Because of course.

“‘Toshi?” Hizashi was the first one to speak, confused and then panicked. “Are you alright? What-”

“I’m fine,” Hitoshi blurted, cutting Hizashi off before he had to deal with two panicking people. “Just- Yeah. Alright.” Opening the door fully, Hitoshi looked back to the girl who he didn’t even have a name for yet. “Walk over to one of the beds and carefully lay down.” 

As ordered, the girl did so. Hitoshi half-expected some yelling or frantic questions as to what was going on, but somehow the dead silence was even worse. Still. He could run out of the room and book it to a hole to hide in once he was done.

Taking a slow breath, Hitoshi released the hold on his quirk until he no longer had control, walking over to the bed and standing a few feet away as the girl groaned and looked even more exhausted then he would have thought. “What…?”

“Hey,” Hitoshi called quietly, waiting until she focused on him. “You’re okay. I don’t know how much you remember, you were having what looked like a panic attack in the library. Started using your quirk a little. I- My quirk, it let me, well…” Shit. How did he explain that one? 

Before he could, the girl made a sound like she was going to cry and Hitoshi was about to jump out the window. He then froze as she whispered, “You made it stop.” It wasn’t said like an accusation. “Thank you.” 

“I…” Clearing his throat, Hitoshi forced himself to not look over at the adults. “My quirk is Brainwashing. I used it to help you calm down and get to Recovery Girl’s office.” 

“You helped me breathe.” Alright. She at least remembered everything, which was a good sign. Shrugging, and ready to make an excuse and run because the adults still hadn’t said anything, Hitoshi froze as the girl suddenly jumped off the bed and threw her arms around him in a hug. “Thank you.” 

“Oh- Uh.” Hitoshi raised and lowered his arms and then, very carefully, pat the top of her head. “You’re welcome?” Almost instinctively, he looked towards his dads for help. Instead of looking worried or disappointed or anything about him using his quirk, Shouta was smirking at him and Hizashi was looking ready to either cry or join in on the hug or both. 

Recovery Girl, proving that she was Hitoshi’s favorite, came to his rescue. “Alright, let’s get you back on the bed and we’ll give everything a look.” In short order the girl was shuffled to the bed, Hitoshi and his dads were pushed out of the room, and Hitoshi was being suffocated with hugs. 

“‘Toshi! I’m so proud of you!” Hizashi wasn’t quite yelling, but was damn close to it, and Hitoshi wasn’t sure how to react for a minute. 

It was made worse when he felt Shouta ruffle his hair, smiling at him and offering a quiet, “Good job, kid, using your quirk like that.” 

And, huh. Yeah. Hitoshi had just his quirk to stop a panic attack. 

His whole life, ever since his quirk had appeared, he had heard about how his quirk was villainous and evil and could be used to cause harm. He had always heard about the bad things he could do with his quirk, but… He had almost forgotten about the good he could do with it.

He had used his quirk to help his team win during the winter exam. His quirk had been the only way Aoyama and his family had been able to lie to One For All. His quirk had turned the tide in battle and put that giant on their side for a while. His quirk had helped someone break out of a panic attack. 

He kind of hated that it had really taken him so long for him to really get it, but he supposed he was at a hero school to learn just what he had. 

Because he could do anything with his quirk. He could choose to do anything with a quirk like Brainwashing. 

And that meant he could go above and beyond everyone who had ever said different and he could choose to do good with it, too.Plus Ultra, wasn’t it?

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[thetreefairy]

Save them

Since this is a combo with a platonic story, I will be writing it on this blog instead of @theextratreefairy, thank you so much for being my first request on Wattpad :D I will be doing this in a drabble fic with headcannons Readers quirk: healing and transferring injuries to enemies Since Reader's gender wasn't specified, they use they/them pronouns and are in a dorm that's between the boys and girls dorm.

Eraserhead couldn't believe what he was seeing, one of his students, L/n Reader, was healing themselves in their dorm after their home visit. "What the fuck is going on here?" Eraser couldn't believe what he saw, his student was covered in burn scars and wounds. He lost all his chill.

This caused Reader to jump in surprise. "Nothing!"

"This doesn't seem like some nothing!" Eraser shouted, causing everyone in the dorms to get rather curious. "What the fuck happened?!"

"It is nothing, Aizawa-sensei!" They shouted back. "I just got injured while playing with my cat yesterday!"

"You got a burn wound from playing with your cat?!"

"YES!" Reader shouted back, getting frustated. "Aizawa-sensei, I don't want to talk about it, just please." Reader looked frustated and this caused Aizawa to snap back into reality. "Reader, go to recovery girl, don't overuse your quirk."

"Alright, just no more questions alright?" Reader begged, they didn't want to explain this. They didn't want to get there parents in trouble as well.

"For today, we will get back onto this later." Aizawa tried to compromise, but leaving no room for discussion. "Alright, sir..."

When Reader left to recovery girl, Aizawa was immediately cornered by Class 1-A. "Aizawa-sensei, is Reader alright?" Midoriya asked, while Aizawa was getting about 100 questions thrown in his face. "Reader is getting abused, aren't they?" Shoto suddenly asked.

"Ha?" Bakugo asked out of surprise. "It is a possibilty." Aizawa agreed with Shoto. "I will be getting Present Mic to talk to them with Nezu."

"Can I speak to them as well?" Shoto asked. "I might have a way to make them spill everything."

And that happened, Reader spilled all the beans, told Shoto about all the abuse they went through. About how mad their parents were when they didn't get first in the sport festival.

What they didn't know however is that Shoto recorded the conversation and with the pictures Recovery girl took to see how well their scars 'recover'. It was enough to throw Reader's parents in Jail.

And they got adopted by our lovely couple Erasermic, who announced it to the public right away after the trail.

Class 1-A made sure that Reader was comfortable during the trail, but they weren't allowed outside. The reason they were given was: "The Press might swarm you with questions, that isn't good for your recovery." Which made sense, but Reader wanted to give their opinion. They wanted to tell the world what it did to them. But their friends are just doing this for their sake, right?

Reader honestly didn't know how to feel, their new parents were acting weird themselves. But they didn't abuse them, so it was alright, right?

In the end they will get the truth out of reader

They get the parents thrown into Jail

Class 1-A becomes extremely overprotective whenever Reader has missions or if they are on their team with mock training.

Erasermic adopts reader and become overprotective dicks

When Reader graduates they basically get forced to stay home for the rest of their lives while Class 1-A tries to get them to date on of them,

[phoenixfl3009]

Might delete this later, but I’ve been writing little drabbles to help get out of my rut and decided to experiment with ✨ omegaverse ✨ ft. Erasermic

I’m weak for Omega!Mic and Alpha!zawa and it shows 😩

[chibysmiley]

ChibySmiley's Fic Update

Hello tumblr, long time no update!

I'm just gonna toss in the links to my fics that I haven't posted here yet in one go, so have at it! :D

First up: BkDk Fic about Katsuki's birthday being celebrated at the hospital because Izuku can't seem to keep himself out of trouble. It's a short drabble, but I still enjoyed writing it nonetheless :) (Rated G and SFW)

Hospital Birthday Celebrations - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

NEXT: For the BNHA Planet Exchange, have some EraserMic Cat Hybrid shenanigans. First time writing these two as the main couple and characters, but it was still fun to do ^_^ (Rated G and SFW)

The Cats In The Cradle - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

Now I got two fics for the Hidden Gems: BNHA Rare Pair Exchange! One is a DabiBaku (Rated E and NSFW) where they have some fun times in a locker room. The other is an IidaChako fluffy love confession story (Rated G and SFW)! Both were fun to do! :3

Spring Break Funtimes - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

Spring Showers Makes Love Bloom - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

NEXT: For the BNHA Daddy Reverse Bang, here's some BkDk Omegaverse fluff about them being new parents to their new pup~ ^_^ (Rated G and SFW)

Daddy's Little Pup - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

The next one: Straight out of a Hallmark movie lol, here's some BkDk meeting each other for the first time on a cruise ship. This was for the Risk it All: A BNHA Gambling Flash Bang! I had a fun time writing this one :D (Rated E and NSFW)

Lay Your Cards Down (Down, Down, Down) - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

LAST BUT NOT LEAST: For the Problematic Big Bang (Rated E, DDDNE AND FOR ALL THAT IS GOOD, READ. THE. TAGS. PEOPLE.), here's some BkDk and Katsuki's obsession with Izuku going into overdrive (in this one, Katsuki is 40 and Izuku is 18) :3

Unnatural Attraction - Chapter 1 - ChibySmiley - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

So that's it. And please note that I have put down what is SFW and what is not, so please keep that in mind when you click the links above.

Otherwise, I hope you all enjoy them :)

[artemis32]

subjugation vi

i'm on my period and i am dying, so - here's a drabble no one asked for

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subjugation masterlist

Thinking about EraserMic and how they treat you while you're on your period.

If you thought they were overbearing before, you have no idea how little breathing room you'll have now - literally.

Let's follow the order of events.

First, you'll become snippy with them, even more short off than you usually are. Normally, they can ignore your sharp quips and snarled words and move on with the conversation, but really, with the way you're acting, they can't let that kind of behaviour slide.

There's really no other way to describe it - you were being a bitch. A nasty one.

So they punish you in that strange way of theirs, forcing you to keep them company, overwhelming you with their presence, metaphorically force-feeing you their presence.

That does nothing but make it worse, pushing your already irritable mood to the edge.

Except this time, instead of snapping at them and lashing out as you usually would, you're pushed to the more emotional side of things.

Hizashi is horrified when you burst into tears in the middle of the living room, sniffling as you try in vain to mop up your tears with your shirt sleeve.

He'd expected you to become emotional, just not like this. You hardly ever cried, and even when you did, you tried to make sure it wasn't around the two of them.

You probably thought it made you look weak. What a ridiculous notion.

He lays a hesitant palm on your shoulder, patting it awkwardly as he murmurs softly.

"...you okay?"

As your sniffles grow to sobs, he cringes back.

He discusses it with Shota that night while you sleep, having gone to bed early. It was unusual for you to be exhausted this early in the evening, but the two took the opportunity to discuss your recent odd behaviour.

They talk in circles for most of the night, never settling on one reason for your outburst.

A few days later though, all is revealed.

You could try to hide it for a bit, but you won't last all that long. Not with two observant, seasoned pro heroes monitoring your every movement.

Try as you might, you can't hide the pain on your features, or the odd grimace here and there, or the fact that you're using wads of toilet paper as pads.

Unsurprisingly, you hadn't had your period in the months following your abduction. Who would've thought that extreme stress and anxiety would cause your period to be all but non-existent.

That unfortunately meant that the house wasn't very well equipped to handle a woman or her cycle.

Pads or tampons? Zero.

Pain killers? Ziltch.

Heating pads? None.

Chocolate? Nada.

But once they'd realised what was really going on, the situation was quickly remedied.

That's how you found yourself smothered under a pile of blankets, squished between the two pro heroes on the couch, being forced to drink warm tea by the cupful.

In a way, it was almost... nice?

It was warm and comfortable, and the painkillers Shouta had all but shoved down your throat had done wonders for your cramps. And it didn't hurt that they weren't trying to talk to you, or interact with you at all beyond the occasional shift in positioning.

Not to mention, the crushing weight of their bodies on you felt almost soothing.

(Also Shouta had such nice, warm hands - they're large too, comforting as they encompass your lower stomach, gently massaging the cramping, bloated area).

That's how you find yourself dozing off as some or other reality tv show plays on in the background.

****

They'd act like that all week, treating you like some fragile kitten, careful not to make any sudden sounds or movements.

Of course, they go back to usual as soon as your period is over, but for those glorious few days, it's as if they almost don't exist, only ever bothering you to bring you what you want.

It's almost worth the cramps, back aches, tender breasts and awful mood swings.

Almost.

Except, a few months down the line, Hizashi realises he has a thing for period sex, and it definitely doesn't hurt that it's supposed to help with cramps.

You can't blame him, he's just trying to help you.

So what if he gets off in the process?

****

Hizashi is a period sex kinda man and you can't convince me otherwise. Man's is nasty.

I'll definitely expand on this some other time :))