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come-away-with-me87 · 9 months ago

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Threefold Temptation

Warnings: NSFW - Smut - 18+ - MDNI

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This one here is for @vannylen2144, who requested this prompt. I've never written smut for a threesome before; I hope I did it justice for you, my friend :)

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Pairings: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x Fem!Reader x Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

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You just got out of a six-year relationship with your boyfriend; he cheated on you with a close girlfriend of yours. Your "friend" felt so badly about what happened, she admitted everything to you. You were hurt, of course, but you somewhat felt a sense of relief. Your relationship with your boyfriend had gone sour, and subconsciously, you had been looking for an out. Cheating was an absolute no-no in any type of relationship, so you dumped him, and cut off contact with your friend. For the first time in six years, you were single, and you were determined to have fun with it. Which brought you the unforeseen situation you were in tonight with your friends, Shouta Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada.

You worked at U.A. High School as a teacher, and over time became close with the two of them. One Friday, not too long after your breakup, Hizashi asked if you wanted to grab a drink with him and Shouta after work. You readily agreed, thinking you would have a good time with friends, and that maybe you'd meet a handsome guy you could have some fun with. Hizashi grinned at you, "cool, Y/N! You deserve a night out after what you've been through lately." You always thought Hizashi was sweet; he came across as a big goofball, but you knew he had a sweet side. You became friends with him first. Shouta was a tougher egg to crack, but eventually, you wiggled your way into his life, and he had accepted you as a friend.

The work day came to an end on Friday, and you agreed to meet up with Hizashi and Shouta at the bar around 7:00pm. You went home after work, and got a shower. After your shower, you blow dried your hair into curly waves, and put on some makeup. Since you were hoping for a nice makeout session tonight, you wore a short black clingy dress that showcased your curves nicely, and you opted for thigh-high stockings with a lace trim, and a pair of black heels. You did a once-over in your full-length mirror, and thought you looked good. You grabbed your shimmery shawl, your purse and keys, and headed out the door to your car.

You arrived at the bar shortly after 7:00pm. You knew it would be crowded based on the amount of cars in the parking lot, but it was even more packed inside than you anticipated. You walked around the bar, and eventually spotted your dark and light haired friends sitting in a booth, to which Hizashi noticed you and waved you over. You arrived at your booth and sat down, and took both of them in. They were both out of their hero attire; Shouta was wearing his hair back in a ponytail, had a black v-neck long sleeve shirt on, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And Hizashi was also wearing his hair down in a low ponytail, and had a plain white tee-shirt on. They looked good. As if he was reading your mind, Shouta looked you up and down, saying, "you look gorgeous tonight, Y/N."

You sat down in the booth in between Shouta and Hizashi, and the three of you ordered beers along with three shots. "Cheers to Y/N!" Hizashi exclaimed, "who is now free from that asshole!" "CHEERS!" you excitedly exclaimed, and the three of you clinked your shot glasses together. The conversation flowed organically between the three of you, and you were having a lot of fun. You had totally forgotten about your idea of making out with a random man, you were having so much fun. As the night went on, you felt both Shouta and Hizashi getting closer to you, eventually to the point where your thighs were touching each of theirs under the booth. You felt your face get hot; you blamed it on the alcohol. However, deep down, you felt good being close to Shouta and Hizashi. You suddenly had an idea.

"Hey you guys, I have beer at my place. Instead of paying for the overpriced drinks here, why don't we go have a nightcap at my place?" They both agreed. The three of you threw down money on the table towards the tab and left the bar to go to your place. Once you arrived at your place, you grabbed three beers from the fridge and brought them out to the living room. Once again, you found yourself sandwiched between Shouta and Hizashi on your couch, and they were close. The conversation continued to flow between the three of you, when suddenly, you saw that it was close to midnight. "Wow, time really flew tonight. I'm really glad you guys brought me out, I needed that." Shouta and Hizashi both looked at you and smiled, then looked at each other. In a bold move, Hizashi said, "the night doesn't have to end here, Y/N. You mentioned at the bar that you wanted to have some fun tonight; we can make that happen for you."

Suddenly, Hizashi leaned over towards you and started kissing and sucking on your neck. You never viewed Shouta or Hizashi in a sexual way, so you were surprised at how good his touch felt on you. As Hizashi kissed and sucked on your neck, Shouta put his hand on your thigh below your dress, and started rubbing it back and forth. You felt just as good from Shouta's touch as you did with Hizashi. Suddenly, you found yourself leaning into Hizashi's kissing, and you put your hand over Shouta's hand on your thigh. You turned your head towards Hizashi, and began to kiss him passionately. While you were kissing him, Shouta pulled your hair to the side, and began sucking on the back of your neck.

You thought this would be awkward or uncomfortable, but it felt incredible. As you continued to kiss Hizashi, you found both of your hands trailing up both of their thighs onto the crotch of their pants; they were both already rock hard, which turned you on; having this effect on two men. You pulled away from your kiss with Hizashi, not wanting Shouta to feel left out. You turned towards Shouta, and began to kiss him. Shouta cupped your cheek with his hand, while Hizashi took this opportunity to take his clothes off. You momentarily pulled away from your kiss with Shouta, and took Hizashi in. Despite being thin, he was very toned, and you were aroused at what you saw.

While you were pulled away from the kiss, Hizashi took this opportunity to pull your dress up over your head, leaving you in your lacy black bra and panty set, and thigh-high stockings. "You're so sexy, Y/N," Shouta said while rubbing his hand back and forth across your tits over your bra. "Take off your clothes, too, Shouta," you mewled while Hizashi stood there stroking his hard cock. You felt your mouth salivating at the sight of him fisting himself, and suddenly, you found yourself on your knees on the floor right in front of Hizashi. You grabbed the base of his cock, and began swirling your tongue around the tip, eventually taking him to the back of your throat, to which he groaned your name.

While you bobbed up and down on Hizashi's cock, Shouta got up and started spanking your ass. "That's a good girl, Y/N, take his cock down your throat." After a few moments, you pulled away from Hizashi's cock, sat back down on the couch, and patted on the couch on either side of you, motioning for them to sit back down. At this point, you got a good look at Shouta. He was very muscular, which you never noticed under his hero outfit. They sat back down on either side of you, and you took each of their cocks into your hands and started stroking them. Shouta took this opportunity to unhook your bra, and both men started kissing and suckling on your tits. You threw your head back in pleasure and started moaning at the sensation. While they continued to play with your tits, Hizashi took his hand and reached down between your thighs and began to rub back and forth over your clothed clit.

"You're already so wet for us, baby," Hizashi exclaimed while you continued to stroke his cock. "Let us make you feel good now." Hizashi got up, pulled you up by your hands, and pulled your panties down your legs, leaving you in just your stockings. "Keep those on, they're so sexy on you," he grunted. He gently pushed you back down on the couch, put his head in between your legs, and started kissing on your inner thighs until he reached your cunt, which was throbbing. He began to lick and suck on your clit, to which you moaned loudly. While Hizashi went down on you, Shouta turned your head towards his and began kissing you, his tongue intertwining with yours. You ran your hand up and down his muscular chest while you kissed. You felt the familiar build up of an orgasm coming on, and finally, that coil burst inside of you.

"Good girl..." Hizashi murmured against your cunt. He got back onto the couch and sat on the other side of you, his cock glistening with precum. You began to stroke each of their cocks again, while Shouta leaned back down to your tits and took turns suckling on each of your nipples. Meanwhile, Hizashi resumed kissing and sucking on your neck. "I think...ah," you squealed as Shouta gently bit down on your nipple, "I think we should take this to the bedroom." You got up from the couch, grabbed both of them by their hands and led them into the bedroom. You faced Shouta first, leaned towards him and started kissing him feverishly, while Hizashi came right up behind you and grabbed you by the fat of your hips, rubbing his cock up and down your ass.

Shouta pulled away from the kiss, and instructed you to lay down on the bed on your back. You did just as he said, and in a flash, he was hovering over top of you, cock aligning with your wet entrance. Hizashi came over to the bed and got on his knees on the side of your head. "Turn your face towards me, Y/N. I want you to suck on my cock while Shouta fucks you senseless." You did just as he said, as well, and Shouta asked if you were ready. You couldn't believe you were in this situation with these two very attractive men, but somehow, it felt right. "I'm ready." Shouta pushed his cock inside of you, his muscular arms on either side of you, and started slowly fucking you. As you adjusted to his size, he began to thrust in and out at a quicker pace.

You turned your head and looked up towards Hizashi, who was fisting his cock while watching Shouta fuck you. You had him inch closer, and you grabbed his cock and took it all the way down your throat until you gagged. Hizashi groaned at the sound of you gagging. "That's right, choke on my cock, baby." Both men found a steady rhythm with you; Shouta was fucking your pussy while Hizashi fucked your mouth. While you had his cock in your mouth, Hizashi leaned over to play with your clit while Shouta thrust in and out of you. You felt another orgasm coming on, and once again you felt that coil inside of you burst, and you came all over Shouta's cock and Hizashi's fingers. "That's a good girl," Shouta grunted; his thrusts were becoming more erratic. You could tell he was reaching his limit soon.

Suddenly, Shouta pulled out of you, and positioned himself over your chest; he was going to come on your tits, which you found to be incredibly hot. He started jerking himself off until he eventually did just that. He leaned his one hand on the pillow your head was on, and groaned while he came all over your tits. Meanwhile, you could also tell Hizashi wasn't far behind Shouta. He clutched your head and grasped your hair with both of his hands, and continued to fuck your mouth until he finally came down your throat. He pulled out of your mouth, and began panting heavily. "Stick your tongue out, Y/N. I want to see that you swallowed every last drop." You did just as he asked, and he smiled down at you and, while still panting, leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss. Shouta took this opportunity to get up from the bed, and went into your bathroom. In a sweet gesture, he came back out with a warm washcloth and cleaned you up.

Both men ended up collapsing on either side of you. Shouta fell asleep first, turning towards you and draping his arm over your belly. You kissed him on the forehead while he slept. Hizashi turned towards you next, smiling while he gently cupped your face and kissed you on the lips. "That was incredible, Y/N. You're incredible," he said as he also fell into his own slumber. You felt your own eyelids getting heavy, and before you fell asleep, you laid there and smiled, thinking you were the luckiest girl in the world right now.

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The end.

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luxthestrange · 1 year ago

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BNHA Incorrect quotes#4 SPEED-

UA Secretary+Assistant Quirkless Y/n kicking the door to 1A classroom to Mic teaching English...Shota sleeping like

Secretary!Y/n*bursts into the classroom out of breath* Everyone… Everyone get on the fucking bus!

Hizashi: Y/n, you can’t just kick the door off its hinges and scream at us!

Secretary!Y/n: There’s a new buffet in the city! And I got us…*pulls out a piece of paper* a coupon for FREE EVERYTHING!

Shota & Hizashi: …

Class 1A:...

Shota*Crawling out of his sleeping bag motioning the kids to pack up* Everyone gets in the fucking bus!!!

Hizashi*Running out of the classroom*IM GETTING ERI!?-

...being "parents" to a bunch of kids makes for fun tiny adventures-

sequel to:

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solelifauna · 6 months ago

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Yandere EraserMic x Reader (Commission for @ayn-yurbestie)

Thank You so much @ayn-yurbestie for supporting my page! I hope you enjoy the fic!!

You had always prided yourself on your instincts. As a former pro hero, instincts were what kept you alive during missions, during late-night patrols in the dark streets, and in confrontations with villains. It was the same instinct that had once guided you to victory, the same instinct that told you when to strike and when to retreat. It was also that very instinct that was now screaming in your head—telling you that something was horribly, terribly wrong.

You were no longer a hero; that life had been ripped from you the day All for One had taken your quirk. All for One was gone now, defeated by All Might, but the damage he had done to you was irreversible. Powerless, you were forced into early retirement.

Sure your power wasn’t flashy or explosive like some of the top pro heroes, but it was something. You had telekinesis, the ability to move objects with your mind. It wasn’t the strongest quirk out there, and you knew that. You couldn’t lift entire buildings or hurl debris the way some of your peers could with their brute strength. But your quirk had its uses, its purpose. In the field, you were invaluable in the smaller, more delicate moments, where precision and care were needed more than raw power.

You were never the front-line fighter, but you had saved people—so many people—because of that careful control you honed over the years. Whether it was pulling civilians out from under rubble with a gentle thought or stopping a speeding car just before it could crash, your telekinesis gave you purpose. It was how you helped, how you made a difference. And in a world where quirks often defined your worth, it was enough. Even though you sometimes envied the heroes with flashier abilities, you were content. You were proud of what you could do.

But when All for One took your quirk, it felt like a piece of your soul was ripped away.

The day you found out your powers were gone for good was like a nightmare you couldn’t wake from. It was surreal at first. You remembered trying to move a small object, something as simple as a cup, just to see if the connection was still there. But it wasn’t. You tried again, harder, focusing with every ounce of strength you had, but nothing happened. The cup sat on the table, unmoving. And that’s when it hit you—the horrifying realization that you would never feel that connection again. The subtle hum of your quirk, the pulse of energy that had always been there, was gone. Just–gone.

Losing your quirk felt like losing your identity. Without it, who were you? The world didn’t need a quirkless hero. You no longer had the power to save people, to help. The purpose you had lived for, the very thing that gave your life meaning, was stripped away from you in an instant. It wasn’t just the loss of your powers—it was the loss of yourself. You weren’t important anymore. You were just another powerless person in a world filled with those who could still make a difference.

The depression that followed was like a suffocating blanket, and for a long time, you weren’t sure how to keep going. You’d always known there was more to life than your quirk, but it had been your purpose. Without it, the world became dull, every day a reminder of what you could no longer do. You stopped seeing friends, stopped going out, even stopped answering your phone most days.

And that’s when Hizashi and Aizawa stepped in.

They were your lifeline. They stayed by your side when the world felt like it was crumbling. Hizashi, with his boundless optimism, never let you sink too deep into despair. He would show up at your door with takeout or coffee and insist on dragging you out of the apartment, forcing you to see the sunlight, to breathe fresh air. Aizawa, on the other hand, was quieter in his support. He never pushed, never prodded, but he was always there. Sitting with you in silence when words wouldn’t come, offering a comforting presence that made you feel less alone.

You had leaned on them more than you realized at the time. They were the ones who kept you grounded, who helped you feel like maybe, just maybe, you still had some value. They didn’t treat you like a failure, didn’t see you as “just quirkless.” They treated you like you. And for a while, it helped. It gave you the strength to start rebuilding your life, even if it was a life without hero work.

You had always been grateful to them for that—for helping you when you felt like you were drowning.

You never imagined that same support would turn into something more sinister.

After that, life had become quieter, less exciting, but you'd managed. You tried your best to adapt, to live a "normal" life—though nothing about being quirkless in a society full of heroes was truly normal. But lately... something had changed.

It started small—little things you tried to dismiss. Hizashi insisting on accompanying you everywhere, even to mundane tasks like grocery shopping; Aizawa constantly checking in on you, dropping by unannounced, or sending texts at odd hours to make sure you were "safe." At first, you thought it was just their way of looking out for you. After all, you were quirkless now, they were probably worried that you were more vulnerable. So, you just called it off as the two being worry-warts.

But as time passed, slowly, their behavior became more suffocating. Hizashi would show up at your apartment early in the morning, coffee in hand, saying he wanted to "spend time" with you, his energy far too high for the early hours; Aizawa would come in the evening, staying late into the night, lounging on your couch like he lived there. They would ask questions—innocuous at first, but they slowly grew more invasive.

“Where were you going?”

“Who were you with?”

“What time would you be back?”

Something about the way they looked at you had shifted too. Hizashi’s usual bright smile now seemed strained, the glint in his eyes unsettling. Aizawa’s gaze, once indifferent, had become sharp, always watching, always observing. You started feeling like prey under their gaze, and the worst part was, they acted like nothing had changed, like this was perfectly normal behavior.

You tried to distance yourself. You told them you needed time alone, space to process your new life. You even started lying about your whereabouts, saying you were out of town, too busy to meet. But it didn’t work. They were always there, lurking, like shadows you couldn’t escape.

It all came to a head one cold autumn evening.

You had decided to confront them. Maybe if you explained your concerns, they would back off. Maybe it was all in your head, and you were just being paranoid. After all, they were your friends. Right?

You invited them over to your apartment, hoping to clear the air. The moment they arrived, you felt the tension crackling in the air. Hizashi’s usual cheerfulness was there, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. Aizawa was as stoic as ever, but his gaze was piercing, as though he could see right through you.

“So, what’s up, baby?” Hizashi asked, plopping down on your couch with a wide grin, using that affectionate nickname that you once found endearing but now grated on your nerves.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “We need to talk.”

Aizawa leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you. “About what?”

You hesitated, unsure of how to put your feelings into words without sounding accusatory. But you couldn’t back down now. “I just–I feel like things have been different between us. I need space. I need to figure things out on my own, without you both hovering over me all the time.”

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Hizashi’s smile faltered, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Hovering?” he repeated, his voice deceptively light.

Aizawa remained silent, his expression unreadable, but the air around him seemed to grow heavier.

“Yes,” you said, trying to stay firm. “I appreciate that you care about me, but I’m not a child. I’m not helpless. I need to be able to live my life without feeling like I’m constantly being watched.”

Hizashi’s grin twisted into something darker, something almost predatory. “We’re just looking out for you, songbird. You know the world’s dangerous, especially for someone without a quirk.”

“And who knows what kind of people are out there,” Aizawa added, his voice low, almost a growl. “We’re the only ones who can keep you safe.”

You took a step back, your instincts flaring to life. Danger. The way they were looking at you now—possessive, controlling—set off alarms in your mind. This wasn’t the reaction of concerned friends. This was something else entirely.

“I don’t need your protection,” you said, your voice shaking slightly despite your best efforts to stay calm. “I can take care of myself.”

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed. “No, you can’t.”

Before you could react, Hizashi was on his feet, moving faster than you anticipated. He grabbed your wrist, his grip tight and unyielding. “We’re not letting you go, baby! Not now. Not ever.”

Panic surged through you, adrenaline flooding your system.

“Hizashi, let go,” you said, your voice tight with alarm. You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, fingers digging into your skin with surprising strength. Your heart began to race as you looked over at Aizawa, who was standing silently near the door, watching the scene unfold with that same calm, emotionless expression.

Panic surged through you, adrenaline flooding your system. You yanked your arm back, managing to break free from Hizashi’s grasp immediately backing up towards the door, heart pounding in your chest. This isn’t happening.

“Relax, baby,” Hizashi murmured, his voice unnervingly soft, “we’re not going to hurt you. We just–we need you to come with us.”

His words sent a bolt of fear through you. This wasn’t a misunderstanding. This was planned.

Your pulse spiked, adrenaline surging through your veins as the realization fully sank in. You jerked your arms free from Hizashi’s grasp, stepping back with wide eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?” you spat, your voice rising. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”

Aizawa pushed off the wall, his expression cold, calculating. “That’s not going to happen, (Y/n). You’re coming with us, one way or another.”

Panic flooded your body, and you took another step back, your mind racing. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. They were your friends. You tried to reach for something, anything, to defend yourself, but before you could act, Hizashi lunged, grabbing you again—harder this time.

“Let go of me!” you screamed, twisting violently in his grip, but he was stronger than you. He always had been. Quirkless or not, you still knew how to fight. You swung an elbow back, connecting with Hizashi’s side, and he grunted in pain. The moment his grip loosened, you bolted. Instinct took over again, and you lunged toward the nearest object—a lamp on the side table. You swung it at Aizawa, who ducked just in time, but the distraction gave you enough time to bolt toward the door.

But Aizawa was faster.

Before you could even reach the handle, something whipped around your ankles, pulling you off balance. His capture weapon. You crashed to the ground with a sharp cry, your knees slamming into the floor. Pain shot up your legs, but you didn’t stop. You twisted onto your back, kicking wildly as Aizawa’s scarf tightened around you, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes were hard now, his calm demeanor replaced with a cold determination.

“Stubborn as always,” Aizawa muttered, pulling you back toward him with a slow, deliberate motion.

You struggled, kicking and clawing, trying to break free, but his scarf tightened around you, binding your arms to your sides. Hizashi was suddenly there, grabbing your legs and pinning them down.

“Fuck you!” you shouted, clawing at the scarf, trying desperately to loosen its grip. “Let me go!”

Aizawa’s eyes flickered with something you couldn’t place—regret, maybe? It didn’t matter. His capture weapon tightened, and you could feel it constricting around your wrists, pinning your arms to your sides. “You’ll hurt yourself if you keep fighting.”

The anger bubbling inside you reached a boiling point. You thrashed in his hold, kicking and writhing as the fear and betrayal turned into a raw, primal rage.

Hizashi’s grin was gone, replaced with a look of dark satisfaction. “Come on now, baby. No need to fight us. You’re ours.”

“Please,” you gasped, your voice breaking. “Don’t do this.”

Aizawa crouched down beside you, his hand gently brushing your hair out of your face. “We’re doing this because we love you, (Y/n). You’ll understand soon enough.”

Before you could protest further, you felt a sharp prick in your arm. A needle. And just like that the world around you started to blur, your limbs growing heavy as whatever drug concoction coursed through your veins.

“No...” you whispered, your vision darkening. “No...”

The last thing you saw was Aizawa’s cold, calculating gaze and Hizashi’s too-bright smile before the world went black.

When your consciousness fully returned, you tried to focus, but the haze from the drugs still clung to you like fog. Your limbs felt sluggish, and your thoughts were scattered. As the seconds ticked by, awareness seeped back in, and with it, came the terror. You tugged at the restraints binding your wrists, but they didn’t give. The soft material was deceptively gentle, but they held you firmly in place. A glance around the room made the walls seem closer, the dim lighting barely enough to see. Panic set in as you realized the full extent of your situation. You were trapped. Kidnapped by the very people you had once trusted.

The memories rushed back—the confrontation with Hizashi and Aizawa, the struggle, the needle. They had taken you. Your stomach churned as the reality of it hit you with full force. These were the people you had once called your friends, comrades. You had trusted them, fought alongside them. Now they had taken everything from you, just like All for One had taken your powers.

That thought, the loss of your quirk, stabbed at you with an old ache. Your powers were gone, leaving you defenseless. You were no longer a hero; you were no one. Just a quirkless, vulnerable shell of who you used to be. Even worse, you had no family to notice your absence. You had distanced yourself from most of your friends after your forced retirement, trying to rebuild your life in isolation.

You were completely alone.

Nobody would come looking for you.

And who would even suspect them? Two beloved pro heroes, trusted by the public, adored by their students, respected by their peers. No one would ever believe that Present Mic and Eraserhead had kidnapped someone. That thought alone sending a chill down your spine.

Your breathing grew uneven as the weight of your situation pressed down on you. How had it come to this? You had always known something was off with their behavior, but you hadn’t imagined this. This betrayal felt like a physical blow, a deep wound that no amount of healing could fix.

And then it boiled over. The anger surged through you like a wildfire, burning away the fog in your mind. You yanked at the restraints, your muscles straining as you twisted in bed, trying to free yourself, but it was futile.

“Why?!” you screamed, your voice hoarse, desperation lacing every word. “Why are you doing this?! What is wrong with you?”

The door to the room creaked open, and they stepped inside as if on cue, as though they had been waiting just beyond the door. Aizawa was as calm and collected as always, his dark eyes expressionless, while Hizashi wore a soft, almost sympathetic smile that made you want to scream even more.

“You’re awake,” Aizawa observed quietly, his voice low and measured. “Good.”

You ignored him, focusing instead on the knot of betrayal and confusion that twisted in your chest.

“Why are you doing this?” you repeated, your voice breaking now. “I trusted you! You were my friends!”

Hizashi stepped closer, hands raised in what he must have thought was a calming gesture. “We’re your friends, baby. We love you.”

“This isn't love!” you shouted, fury and fear colliding in your chest. “You kidnapped me! You drugged me! This is—this is insane!”

Your heart raced, the walls of the room closing in on you as the magnitude of what was happening sank deeper into your bones. Every breath felt tighter, like there wasn’t enough air, like the room was shrinking. You tugged at the restraints again, your body fighting against the impossible, but all it did was make your head spin.

Panic clawed at you, rising quickly, uncontrollably. It was a feeling you hadn’t had in a long time, not since–

Not since them.

The memories you had tried so hard to bury came rushing back. The League of Villains. All for One. The dark, cold rooms where you had been held captive for weeks, powerless and helpless. The suffocating sensation of being watched, manipulated, tortured, and toyed with. The feeling of having no escape.

It was happening all over again.

Your breath hitched in your throat as the panic attack overwhelmed you, your chest tightening until you couldn’t breathe. You could hear Hizashi’s voice, soothing, but distant, as though he was speaking from the other side of a wall.

“Hey, hey, easy now, baby. Breathe for me, okay? It’s going to be alright.”

His voice blurred with the rush of your pulse in your ears. You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus. All you could feel was the crushing weight of being trapped, of losing everything again. Your hands shook uncontrollably as you tried to pull in a breath that wouldn’t come. The room tilted, spinning, suffocating.

Aizawa moved closer, his presence steady, grounding. He reached out, his hand brushing gently against your cheek. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice calm, firm. “Breathe. You’re safe.”

Safe. The word felt like a mockery. Nothing about this was safe. You had been here before, in a different room, with different captors. But the feeling was the same—powerless. Trapped. Alone.

Tears streamed down your face, your body trembling with the force of the panic attack. You couldn’t stop it, couldn’t stop the overwhelming tide of terror that drowned you. Your chest heaved, gasping for air that wouldn’t fill your lungs.

“Shh,” Hizashi whispered softly, kneeling beside you. “It’s okay, baby. We’re here. We’re not going to hurt you.”

Aizawa’s hand stayed on your cheek, grounding you, his gaze steady, but there was something in his eyes—a softness, a gentleness that contradicted everything they had done to you. It confused you. You had been prepared for cruelty, for punishment, for violence. But this?

“You’re not in danger,” Aizawa murmured, his voice still that same low, hypnotic tone. “No one’s going to hurt you. Breathe with me.”

You tried, gasping, struggling to follow his lead. Inhale. Exhale. Slowly–slowly, the world stopped spinning. The tightness in your chest eased just a fraction, but the tears kept coming, falling in silent streams down your face.

You were too exhausted to fight anymore, the adrenaline pumping in your body was beginning to crash, and your body too wracked with panic and fear to keep resisting. For a moment, a brief, fleeting moment, you let yourself believe them. You let yourself believe that you were safe, that they would protect you, that this was some twisted version of love.

Hizashi’s hand gently wiped the tears from your cheeks, his touch soft, tender. “That’s it. We’ve got you.”

You nodded weakly, your mind foggy, the weight of exhaustion settling deep into your bones. For a moment, you forgot that you were their prisoner, forgot that they had drugged you and taken you against your will. You forgot the gravity of your situation and simply let yourself be comforted.

But it didn’t last.

Reality crashed down on you again like a tidal wave, and the illusion shattered. You weren’t safe. You weren’t loved. You were trapped. You were their prisoner, bound to this bed, helpless, powerless.

“Why?” you whispered, your voice raw, broken. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Aizawa’s expression didn’t change. He regarded you with that same calm, detached gaze, as though the answer was simple. “Because we care about you.”

Hizashi nodded, his usual cheer replaced by a more serious tone. “The world’s dangerous, baby. You’re not a hero anymore. You’re vulnerable. We just want to protect you.”

“You’re lying,” you spat, your voice rising again with fresh anger. “You’re not doing this for me. You’re doing this for yourselves!”

Aizawa’s grip on your face tightened, just slightly. “It’s not that we don’t trust you,” he said, his voice low and measured. “It’s the world we don’t trust. You’re not safe out there. Not without your quirk. And we can’t risk losing you.”

Hizashi leaned in closer, his hand brushing your hair away from your face. “You don’t know how many people would love to hurt you, baby. We do. We see it every day. We’re just keeping you safe.”

The absurdity of their reasoning made your head spin. They spoke as if they were doing you a favor, as if they had taken you to protect you from some nebulous, unseen danger. But the real danger was right in front of you. It was them.

“I don’t need your protection,” you said, your voice trembling with barely restrained fury. “I don’t need you. I was fine on my own. You’re the ones hurting me.”

They exchanged a look, one that made your stomach drop. There was something unspoken between them, something dark and possessive that you couldn’t quite place.

“You’ll see, (Y/n),” Aizawa said, his voice calm, but there was an edge to it now. “In time, you’ll understand.”

Hizashi nodded, his smile returning, but it was softer now, more intimate. “We love you, baby. And we’re never going to let you go.”

You felt the bile rise in your throat. They weren’t going to let you go. You were their prisoner now, and nothing you said or did would change that.

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Days bled into weeks, and the routine you found yourself in was both mind-numbing and soul-crushing. Every morning, you woke up to the soft clink of the shackles around your wrists and ankles, limiting your movements. The room they kept you in had become your prison, a far cry from the freedom you once enjoyed as a hero. The windows were bolted shut, their frames reinforced with unbreakable metal. No matter how hard you tried, no matter how desperately you searched for something—anything—you could use to break the glass, nothing worked. You were trapped, left to your own devices in this small, confining space while they continued their lives outside.

The chains only allowed you to move a few feet from the bed—enough to pace the room, to stretch your legs, but never enough to reach the door. Your muscles ached from the confinement, and your mind began to fray from the constant isolation. The soft clinking of the chains became a haunting lullaby, a cruel reminder of your captivity.

They were still pro heroes, after all. They had to leave for work, had to uphold their public images, and pretend to be the righteous, selfless men everyone believed them to be. During those long stretches of time when Aizawa and Hizashi were away, you were left alone in the suffocating silence, your thoughts spiraling as the reality of your situation weighed down on you like a crushing force.

You had no quirk. No allies. No one to help you.

Meanwhile, outside the walls of your prison, people were beginning to notice your absence. It had been too long since you last made contact with any of your old colleagues, and even though you had distanced yourself after your forced retirement, a few people still cared enough to be concerned. All Might had always kept an eye on you, even after you left the hero business. And Midoriya, who had once looked up to you as a mentor, had begun to voice his worries.

“Has anyone seen her recently?” Midoriya asked one day, his eyes full of concern as he spoke to All Might. “She hasn’t responded to any of my messages in weeks.”

All Might frowned, his brows furrowing in thought. “No… now that you mention it, I haven’t heard from her either. It’s not like her to disappear like this.”

They weren’t the only ones who noticed. Rumors had begun to spread among your former colleagues, whispers that something was wrong. Even the students at U.A. began to ask questions. It was only a matter of time before someone started digging deeper.

Aizawa and Hizashi, of course, played their roles perfectly. They acted concerned, pretending to be as worried as everyone else. When people asked if they had seen you, they would exchange concerned glances, shake their heads, and say things like, “She’s been through a lot. Maybe she just needed some space.”

But behind the facade, they were always watching, always planning. The more worried your former colleagues became, the tighter your captors’ grip grew. They couldn’t risk anyone finding out what they had done.

Your days were a cycle of monotony, designed to break you down piece by piece. Every morning, Aizawa would come into your room and release the chains just long enough for you to stretch and shower. He never left your side during those moments, his eyes always on you, making sure you didn’t try anything. Hizashi would prepare breakfast, cheerful as always, as if this were all perfectly normal.

Afterward, they’d leave for work, securing you in the room with a soft kiss to your forehead as if they were tucking in a beloved pet before heading out for the day. You hated how a part of you craved those small gestures, the human connection that you were so starved for. It was shameful, disgusting, but in your darkest moments of isolation, you clung to it.

When they returned, it was time for what they mockingly called “dates.” They acted like nothing had changed, like this was just the old days when the three of you would hang out, laugh, and enjoy each other’s company. But now, the dynamic had shifted, warped beyond recognition. You weren’t a friend or an equal anymore. You were their captive.

They would sit you down on the couch, unlock the chains, and put on a movie, as if you were simply unwinding after a long day. But the suffocating reality was always there, lurking just beneath the surface. You couldn’t enjoy the moments like you used to. Every second felt like a mockery of your previous life, like they were taunting you with what you had lost.

Believe it or not, here had been a time, not so long ago, when your relationship with Hizashi and Aizawa was far different from this twisted, suffocating nightmare. Back when you were still a hero, before your quirk was stolen and your life unraveled, they had been a source of comfort and light during some of your darkest days. It was hard not to feel drawn to them. They were both so different, yet their presence in your life had filled a void you hadn’t even realized existed.

Hizashi, with his infectious energy and boundless enthusiasm, always had a way of making you smile, even when everything around you seemed bleak. His bright eyes and easy laughter made you feel like maybe—just maybe—there was still something good left in the world. Aizawa, on the other hand, was quieter, steadier. His calm, rational demeanor always grounded you when the chaos of hero life threatened to overwhelm you. And though his face rarely showed emotion, there was a kindness in his gaze, a subtle protectiveness that made you feel safe.

It wasn’t long before those feelings of safety and comfort started to morph into something deeper, something you hadn’t anticipated. You found yourself looking forward to the moments when you could be around them, even if it was just sharing a cup of coffee or talking about missions. There was a time when you imagined what it would be like to be something more with them—what it would be like to let yourself fall in love with them.

But you never said anything. How could you? At the time, there was an all-out war brewing with the League of Villains and All for One. Every moment was tense, every mission a risk. There simply wasn’t room for anything as fragile as romantic feelings, not when the world could come crashing down around you at any moment.

Besides, you had always thought that Aizawa and Hizashi were more interested in each other. You saw the way they interacted—the unspoken understanding, the way they moved like two parts of the same whole. They had a bond that went far beyond what you shared with either of them, and you didn’t want to complicate things. So you buried your feelings, locking them away in the deepest corners of your heart. The feelings lingered, simmering beneath the surface, but you convinced yourself that it was enough just to be their friend. It had to be enough.

Over time, you learned to live with those unspoken emotions, content with the friendship you had built with them. You never expected things to turn out like this. You never imagined that the same men who once brought warmth and light into your life would twist that affection into something possessive, something terrifying. The betrayal stung even more because of those old, lingering feelings, and now you were trapped in this nightmare, bound by the very people you once thought you could trust.

And as you lay there, shackled and helpless, a small part of you couldn't help but wonder how everything had gone so horribly, horribly wrong.

It was almost laughable—almost—when you thought about it. If they had just asked you out, if Hizashi or Aizawa had come to you one day and expressed their feelings like normal people, you probably would’ve said yes. You’d spent enough time with them, trusted them enough that, had things been different, a romantic relationship could’ve blossomed naturally. You even caught yourself daydreaming about it once or twice—a casual date, coffee in the city, a lazy afternoon curled up on the couch together after a long mission.

But that was the thing about your life: nothing good ever happened the way it was supposed to.

Instead of a sweet, tentative romance, they had chosen to twist their affection into something dark, something that suffocated rather than nurtured. They didn’t ask for your consent, your interest, or your desire, they didn’t give you the choice. They had taken that from you, just like All for One had taken your powers. That was what stung the most—the loss of your autonomy, the fact that they didn’t believe you could love them without being forced into it.

It was ironic, really. The same men who had once brought comfort to your life had stripped away the last semblance of control you had left. And now, bound by chains—literally and figuratively—you couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at the thought.

A normal life? A healthy relationship? Maybe in another world, in another life. But not this one.

In this one, you were always destined to have everything go wrong, to have the things you cared about twisted into something ugly. Whether it was your powers, your career, or even your heart, you were cursed to lose it all in the most painful way possible. And now, here you were, shackled in a room by the very people who could have been your salvation if only they had given you a choice.

Now, you just had to bare this taunt–taunt of domesticity and of what could have been.

Sometimes, Hizashi would cook dinner, setting up a romantic atmosphere in the dining room, as though you were on a real date. Aizawa would pour wine, speaking softly about his day, his eyes never leaving yours. They acted as though this was love, as though this was how things were meant to be.

And slowly, painfully, you began to understand. You began to realize that the only way to survive, to have any hope of escape, was to play along.

So you did.

You forced yourself to smile during their twisted “dates.” You laughed at Hizashi’s jokes, even when your stomach churned with revulsion. You leaned into Aizawa’s touch, allowing him to pet your hair, to hold you like you were his most prized possession. It was excruciating, but it worked.

Over time, they started to trust you more. The chains became looser, the supervision less strict. They allowed you more freedom within the house, slowly granting you access to areas beyond the small prison of your room.

And one day, they made their first mistake.

The window was cracked just slightly, a minuscule error in Aizawa’s otherwise meticulous preparation. It was late, and the two of them had returned home exhausted from their day as heroes. Hizashi had fallen asleep on the couch, and Aizawa, for once, had let his guard down, leaving you alone for just a little too long.

It was all you needed.

With trembling hands, you wedged a piece of furniture under the window and managed to pry it open just enough to slip your body through. The adrenaline pumping through your veins pushed you forward, giving you strength you hadn’t felt in months.

The night air hit your skin like a shock to the system, and for a brief, fleeting moment, you were free.

You ran.

Your bare feet pounded against the pavement as you sprinted down the dark, empty streets, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You didn’t know where you were going—just away. Away from the nightmare that had consumed your life, away from the men who had taken everything from you.

But you didn’t make it far.

A dark figure appeared in your path, blocking your escape. Aizawa. His capture weapon lashed out with deadly precision, wrapping around one of your ankles and yanking you off your feet. You hit the ground hard,stars blurring your vision.

Before you could even attempt to get up, Aizawa was on you, his hand pressing down on the back of your neck, pinning you to the cold ground.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he murmured, his voice frighteningly calm.

You struggled, thrashing beneath him, but he didn’t budge. His grip was ironclad, his body heavy against yours. “Let me go!” you screamed, tears streaming down your face. “Let me go!”

“You know we can’t do that,” he said, tightening his hold. “We gave you freedom, and you tried to run. You betrayed our trust, (Y/n).”

Before you could respond, you heard footsteps approaching, and then Hizashi was there, his face pale with shock and fury. His usual cheerfulness was gone, replaced by an expression of raw, hurt and anger.

“Why, baby?” Hizashi asked, his voice trembling with emotion. “We trusted you. We thought you were starting to understand.”

Your chest heaved with sobs as you lay pinned to the ground, Aizawa’s hand still pressing down on you. “I… I’m sorry,” you choked out, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “I just–I can’t do this. I can’t stay.”

Aizawa’s grip on you loosened slightly, but he didn’t let you up. “You don’t have a choice anymore.”

Hizashi crouched beside you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “We gave you everything. We’ve taken care of you, kept you safe. And this is how you repay us?”

You closed your eyes, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks. “I never wanted this. I just wanted my life back.”

Aizawa’s grip tightened again, and his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Your old life is over. You belong to us now. There is no going back.”

They dragged you back to the house, back to the prison they had made for you. The fleeting taste of freedom you had experienced was gone, and in its place was the cold, hard reality that they weren’t going to let you go. Not now. Not ever.

As they secured the chains around your wrists once more, you felt the weight of their anger and disappointment settle over you like a shroud. This time, there would be no more illusions of trust, no more moments of freedom. They had made that mistake once, and they wouldn’t make it again.

Hizashi helped you to your feet, but the restraints remained in place, a constant reminder of their control over you. The night air felt colder now, your escape attempt now a fading dream as you were led back toward the house, their grip on you firmer than ever before.

After the night of your failed escape, everything changed. When they brought you back to the house, it was as if the last thread of trust they had given you had snapped. Whatever illusion of freedom they had let you believe in was gone, and in its place was a harsher, more suffocating control.

The chains no longer came off. Not even for the brief moments when you had been allowed to stretch or walk around the room. Now, they kept you bound at all times, the cuffs around your wrists and ankles rubbing raw against your skin. The shackles were short, giving you just enough movement to sit or lie down, but not much more. The freedom to roam the house, to take cautious steps beyond your bedroom, was gone; in its place was a constant reminder of your failure: the cold, unforgiving weight of the chains that kept you in place.

Aizawa and Hizashi no longer trusted you with the smallest liberties. No more solo showers, no more time alone without supervision; every aspect of your life was now micromanaged, controlled by them. When Aizawa brought you food, he would sit nearby, silently watching you eat, making sure you didn’t attempt anything. Hizashi had stopped his usual playful banter, and now his cheerful facade was replaced with something darker—a quiet disappointment that lingered in the air, heavy and oppressive.

As a punishment, they kept you isolated for longer stretches of time. They would leave for work early in the morning, locking the door behind them with the chains still in place, and the hours stretched into agonizingly slow days. You had once been left alone for shorter periods, with moments of relative freedom, but now they kept you confined to this room for nearly the entire day, the windows remaining bolted shut, and the darkness outside became a reflection of the suffocating isolation that filled every corner of your mind.

At first, you tried to resist, clinging to your anger and resentment. You reminded yourself of what they had done, what they had taken from you. They had betrayed your trust, warped their love into something controlling and manipulative. But as the days passed, the isolation began to wear you down. There was no escape, no reprieve from the constant silence, the never-ending loneliness.

Without them, there was nothing. No sound, no presence, no life. You spent hours staring at the walls, your mind circling endlessly around the same dark thoughts. You tried to distract yourself, tried to hold onto whatever fragments of sanity you had left, but it was impossible. The isolation gnawed at you, piece by piece, until all that was left was a hollow ache that you couldn’t ignore.

And then, something worse started to happen.

You began to miss them.

It wasn’t like before, when their presence had been a reminder of your prison. Now, after days spent in silence, you found yourself waiting for the sound of the door unlocking, for the moment when one of them would return. You hated yourself for it, but you couldn’t deny the twisted relief that washed over you when Aizawa stepped through the door after his patrol, or when Hizashi’s bright voice called out a greeting from the hallway.

It wasn’t that you forgot what they had done. You didn’t. You could never forget. But the need for human interaction, for any kind of connection, had become overwhelming. Your mind, starved of contact, began to cling to the smallest scraps of attention they gave you. You were so, so utterly alone, that even their possessive touches and controlling words felt like something you could hold onto. Anything was better than the crushing loneliness of your room.

You tried to fight it. You tried to remind yourself that they weren’t your saviors—they were the ones who had taken everything from you. But it became harder and harder to maintain that anger when you were trapped in that room for days on end with nothing but your own thoughts to keep you company.

But the loneliness warped your emotions, twisting them into something unrecognizable. You found yourself anticipating their return, eager for those moments when they would sit with you, talk to you, touch you. Even if their affection was twisted and wrong, it was still something. And in your isolation, even that “something” became precious.

You hated how your body responded when Aizawa gently stroked your hair, the way your heart skipped when Hizashi smiled at you, even if his smiles no longer carried the same warmth they once did. It was disgusting, shameful, but you couldn’t help it. You were human, and humans weren’t meant to be alone. Not like this.

It became your routine: waiting. Waiting for the sound of footsteps outside the door, waiting for the moment when they would come back and break the silence that was slowly driving you mad. You didn’t want to feel this way—you wanted to resist, to fight back—but how could you fight against something as basic as the need for human connection?

When they finally came back from work, you found yourself relaxing in a way that scared you. The familiar weight of their presence in the room brought a twisted comfort, even if it was accompanied by chains and control. They would sit with you, sometimes in silence, sometimes talking as if nothing had changed. Hizashi would brush his fingers through your hair, and Aizawa would sit beside you, his quiet presence grounding you in ways you hated to admit.

There were no more "dates," not after your escape attempt. Instead, they kept you tethered to your room, the shackles around your ankles and wrists reminding you of your place. But they still tried to give you affection, as if they believed they could make you love them again.

And in your darkest moments, you wondered if they already had.

You hated how you looked forward to the simple touch of Hizashi's hand on your shoulder, or the rare moments when Aizawa would sit close enough for you to feel his warmth. It was twisted, and you knew it. They had stolen your freedom, taken your life, and yet, your body craved the attention. It was sickening.

You had nothing else. No friends, no family, no life outside these four walls. Aizawa and Hizashi had become your entire world, and no matter how much you wanted to resist, you couldn’t deny that part of you—some deep, desperate part of you—needed them now.

It was a slow, agonizing process, but as the days turned into weeks, you began to accept your new reality. The loneliness was unbearable, and the only relief came from them. You found yourself smiling at Hizashi’s jokes, leaning into Aizawa’s quiet presence, not because you forgave them, but because it was the only way to survive.

You told yourself it was a strategy, a way to make them trust you again. You needed to play along, to make them believe you were starting to accept this life, so they would loosen the chains, and give you more freedom again (yeah, like they'd fall for that trick again). And maybe, one day, you would find another opportunity to escape.

But deep down, you weren’t sure if that was the truth anymore.

Sometimes, in the quiet moments when you were alone, you wondered if you were starting to lose yourself. If the isolation and control had finally broken something inside of you. You despised the chains, but the thought of being left completely alone again terrified you.

So you played along. You smiled when they came home, you laughed at Hizashi’s jokes, and you leaned into Aizawa’s comforting presence.

You were losing yourself, piece by piece, but you couldn’t stop. It was the only way to survive.

And the worst part? A small, shameful part of you almost didn’t mind anymore.

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uracutieraka · 3 months ago

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Aizawa x F!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is an adult), smut

“H-ah! S’big!” Your knees are folded up to your chest as your old teacher is now plowing into you. He’s 15 years older than you. Just the thought had you moaning.

“F-fuck! This is,” he hisses at the way you clench down on him. “highly inappropriate.”

You moan even louder at his words, he goes to cover your mouth but decides not to when his name tumbles through your lips. “Shota!”

He allows a guttural moan to scratch its way from his throat. He leans off you, allowing your legs to fall out of the air. You wince at the strain of your legs muscles but you quickly forget all about it as he wraps your legs around his waist and tightens his grip on your hips.

His pace is suddenly fast and he’s thrusting so hard you can feel the bruises already forming on the underside of your thighs where his hips are repeatedly prodding into you.

Jumbled words are all thats coming out of your mouth as he leans over to trap you in a kiss.

How did you two end up here anyways? He tries to remember but he’s so lost in the feeling of you he cant.

“S-so happy you c-came, oh fuck, to my, birthday!” You say between moans. Oh thats right, your birthday. Your 24th birthday actually.

He grunts pushing his head into the crook of your neck and nipping at the skin.

You’re sweaty and growing tired from how good he’s been making you feel, the adrenaline slowly wearing off.

You gently run your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, grabbing onto them for support.

His hair is falling out of the bun he put it in before he went down on you earlier.

You feel a knot forming tight in your lower abdomen and can’t help but beg for him to go harder.

“G’nna cum again?” He asks, voice strained from his rough and quick pace.

“Yes!” You babble over and over the closer you get.

He had never thought of you in any type of way other than about how you were such a good student. The way you were always quick to help him with the annoying tasks nobody else wanted to help with, or how you would sometimes even bring him baked goods you made yourself! As a sign of your appreciation for him being such a nice teacher!

A scoff leaves his mouth as you reach your nth climax of the night. You shiver from his breath running down the side of your neck.

“You had this planned all along didn’t you? So sneaky.”

You nod your head up and down viciously as he continues to bully your poor cervix. He moans a bit and his thrusts get sloppier and slower.

After a few more moments of you digging your nails into his shoulders, surely leaving marks, and moaning out for each other he finally unravels himself.

It had been a while since he had been with anyone, and he had never been with an ex-student. The idea was too taboo for him to even think about, but here he was, in your bed fucking you dumb.

Rolling off of you, you both stare at the ceiling breath hard. You begin laughing and he lets his head fall to the side so he can look at you.

"What?" He asks. Curious as to what was funny, though he has an idea.

You now roll onto your side to look at him and he takes in the way you look. The thin sheet perfectly falls over your body, outlining the curve of your hip bone, and the moonlight that's shining through your window lights up your eyes. Messy hair frames your face and your lips are red and plump.

He had never seen you in this way until tonight. Sure he wasn't unaware you were considered an attractive person, in fact it was the opposite. It was hard to ignore it when you in your hero costume were plastered all over tabloids and tv as japans 'hottest new up and coming hero!' Though he'd just roll his eyes and walk away, after all it was weird to see his former student like that.

"It's just funny, you were like the hot teacher who I always had a crush on and now you're in my bed."

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call-me-copycat · 10 months ago

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I think I'd like to write more of the rooftop trio, if anyone's interested (・∀<)☆

*Any of them, all of them, it doesn't matter to me (⁠^⁠^⁠)*

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sweets-library · 2 months ago

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#smau #bnha smau #shouta aizawa x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #a little smth to tide you over until I can get the new chapter out

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blondieeu · 6 months ago

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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

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cherryblossombankai · 4 months ago

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Hello! I would love to see if I could have a head canon on how present Mic and aizawa make their girl squirt?

Warnings: oral (fem recieving), female reader, overstimulation, squirting, edging

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Shota Aizawa - Eraser Head

Aizawa doesn’t even really try to make you squirt. It just happens, usually when he’s going down on you.

How does he achieve this? Good old-fashioned overstimulation!

He’s obsessed with eating your pussy, and will go at it for hours if you let him. He lays his head on your thigh, then lazily laps and suckles on your clit while pumping his fingers in and out of you.

He has you pinned down to the bed underneath him. His hair is splayed out across your thighs as he sucks eagerly at your swollen clit. Long, slender fingers rub against that sweet spot deep inside of you. The sheets are soaked beneath you. Your arousal glistens against his stubble. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum by now. Your hands push at his head, whining as he eagerly works you towards another orgasm.

“Can’t take it,” you whine.

“One more, baby. Just one more,” he purrs softly and drags his tongue over your sensitive clit again. He quickens the pace of his fingers.

You push on his head again, and in response, he pins your hands down across your stomach. One hand manages to hold down both of your wrists. He grunts against your cunt when he feels your walls clenching around his fingers. Your thighs shake around his head, and an intense orgasm crashes over you.

Your pussy gushes as you arch your back, riding out the wave of pleasure. Aizawa pulls back with a smirk as he watches you squirt. He adores the way you look so fucked out when you come down from your high, your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are glazed over. Your hair sticks to your sweaty forehead.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs softly before coming to kiss you softly.

He cleans you up, and changes the bed sheets. After tucking you in, he brings you a glass of water and something to snack on. He lays beside you, holding you close and kissing you soothingly.

Hizashi Yamada - Present Mic

He’s got tricks up his sleeve. It’s as simple as that.

He opts to use every tool when he wants to make you squirt. This often comes in the form of sex toys.

He prefers to be inside of you when you squirt. He loves the feeling of you soaking him and the way your cunt tightens around him.

The vibrator was buzzing at the highest setting available. Your legs are spread wide up, resting on his shoulders, as he pounds into you without mercy. He holds the wand against your clit. With a quick push of a button, he lowers the setting right when you’re about to cum and slows his pace. You whine in protest, but then he picks back up again.

“Fuck, Hizashi!” you cry out in pleasurable agony.

“Poor baby,” he coos teasingly at you.

Your swollen clit is aching as he holds the vibrator against it, knowing just how you like it. His cock is hitting every spot inside of you that has your toes curling with pleasure. You feel your orgasm building again and your body is tense with the effort of trying to hide it. You hold back your moans, but he knows.

This time he pulls the vibrator away from your clit completely and stops fucking you. The cry of frustration you let out is adorable, especially when he interrupts it with a hard thrust. The vibrator is once against pressed to your clit, the sensations making you shudder.

The next time you’re close, he lets you have your release. You’re practically screaming his name as you soak him and sheets with your release. He looks so smug as he watches you have the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

“I bet I can make you do it again,” he says with a grin.

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fatkish · 2 months ago

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Hey! Can I ask for angst request? 💖 Mic, Aizawa, All Might losing their child. It can be murder or some desease. How do they handle it? Did it ruin their lives? Tysm🌻

Aizawa, Present Mic and All Might x Dead Child Reader (Platonic)

Aizawa:

He’s always been worried, ever since you first told him you wanted to be a hero

He knew very well how dangerous the hero life is, he’s seen many people die, some of them, he watched die while saving him

He knows the dangers of the job, but he also knows how meaningful and impactful it can be

He knows what it’s like to save someone’s life and have them be thankful for it. He knows what it’s like to come home after a day of work knowing you saved a life, a life that won’t have to be mourned

He’s seen the good and the bad and knows you can’t have one without the other

He just didn’t expect for things to end this way

You had received a call from a mental hospital who’s paranoid and manic patient had escaped

You had gone to try and help the patient, to keep them from hurting others or themselves

You had found the patient on the roof of a tall building that was under construction and had tried talking to them, you had experience with these kinds of things so no one expected what would come next

You had almost managed to calm the patient down when the police showed up with guns and caused the patient to get spooked

In the blink of an eye, you saw how close the patient was to the roof’s edge and grabbed them, pulling them back as they ran, but before you could stop yourself, you were already falling

You didn’t fall too far but you ended up falling on some rebar, thus being impaled in multiple spots

Despite the hospital’s and surgeons best efforts, there was too much damage to be fixed and you ended up dying of blood loss

When Aizawa got the call, he rushed out of the classroom and nearly caused an accident while driving to the hospital

When he got there, when he saw the nurse peel back the white sheet covering your face, to reveal your deathly visage, he fell to his knees

The tears couldn’t and wouldn’t stop

He fell to kid knees, hand covering his mouth as the reality sunk in. He sat there on his knees for probably 30 minutes before he moved

He slowly approached your body, taking in your features, as the nurse left the room to give him time to grieve, he sat in a chair, just slowly disassociating with reality

His child is dead, the one he raised and watched grow up, he remembers your first words, first steps, the first time you called him daddy, all the precious little moments, all those memories come back to him as he sits there

And despite seeing your body in front of him, it still doesn’t feel real, you look like you’re sleeping, despite there being that deathly color that comes from a lack blood flow, the lack of warmth to your skin’s natural color gives it a cold unsettling dullness

It’s not until Present mic and Nemuri come to the room that it truly sinks in for Aizawa that you’re dead

After saying his goodbyes, Nemuri and Hizashi help Aizawa with all of the following tasks that come with death. If it weren’t for them, he wouldn’t even be able to function. Hizashi makes sure that your favorite song is playing at your funeral

Despite knowing that you’re not the kind of person who would hold a grudge, despite knowing that the man was unwell, Aizawa can’t help but harbor a resentment towards the man who you tried to help, only to end up dying

It takes a long time, and he never truly gets over it, it just starts to hurt a little less. Every year, on every holiday, on every one of your birthdays, Aizawa never fails to show up to your grave with flowers

Even if it’s only for a few minutes, he always makes sure to visit. He always makes time to visit, telling you about his day, what’s been happening, always with tears in his eyes, even once he’s retired and in old age, even when he himself is on death’s door, he always visits

Present Mic:

Unlike All Might and Aizawa, you weren’t really his kid, and you didn’t even live to become an adult

Hizashi met you through his radio show. He was looking through letters that were sent to the studio for the show and found yours. You had written to him from a children’s hospital, you had asked him if he could save your mom from the pain of having to watch you fight cancer since he was a hero

It was so sweet and so cute how you asked him to help your mom, but it hurt him since he knew there wasn’t really anything he could do, but that didn’t stop him from trying

After his radio show, one weekend, he payed a visit to the children’s hospital in incognito, once he met your mother, he introduced himself and showed her your letter and sat down with her

As she read your letter, she cried and he comforted her, offering her tissues and a shoulder to cry on

After they talked, she brought him into your room and introduced you to him. Your smile was one he’ll never forget. He spent that time talking to you and your mother, making you laugh and making your mother smile

After that day, he continued to visit often, he’d bring coffee for your mother and as time went on, he learned that her boyfriend and your father left her when he learned you were sick

He became the closest thing you had to a male parental figure. As time went on, you continued to fight against your cancer, going through chemotherapy and surgery, and after a few years, the cancer was gone and you were healthy

During that time, Hizashi and your mother grew close, and eventually, you guys went to live with him, but all good things must come to an end

When you were fifteen, your cancer came back, but this time, you didn’t catch it as fast. It had already spread to multiple organs and you were having difficulty breathing

You didn’t tell your mother when you first suspected that something was wrong because you didn’t want her to ever have to experience what she did before

Due to that, small tumors from the spreading cancer had started to grow in your lungs, (I don’t know if this is medically accurate but just go with it) cutting off your ability to breathe, you were then put on the waiting list for a lung transplant

Despite going through chemotherapy and radiation treatments, your condition never improved, and you passed away one night

Before you passed away, you and Hizashi had talked and you thanked him for saving you. He didn’t understand because you were still dying so asked you what you meant, you told him that he saved you, because now, you can die in peace knowing your mother won’t be alone when she grieves

You thanked him for being there for you both and asked him to please continue to be there for your mother, with tears in his eyes, he smiled and promised

Unlike All Might and Aizawa, Hizashi didn’t let your death haunt him. Yes he was devastated when you died and he’ll miss you greatly, but you were happy, and you wanted them to live and move on with their lives, and so, he did

Eventually your mom got married to him and even though they missed you, they chose to live for you, to experience the things you didn’t get to, so that when they see you again, they’ll have so many stories and things to tell you

All Might:

Unlike the others, you inherited your father’s quirklessness

You had no quirk, no special physical ability, you weren’t some technical genius, nor were you some kind of other genius

You were simply average, average grades, average physical ability, nothing about you stood out

You didn’t even inherit your father’s looks so no one ever thought that you were related to him. You inherited your mother’s hair color and eye color, you looked more like her than you did your father

Due to your average-ness, All Might wasn’t worried about you being found out and traced back to him, but he was worried about your general safety and mental health

Being quirkless himself, he knew how hard the 20% have it, he knew how badly they were treated, which is why you live with him instead of your mother

You were born as a result of a drunken hookup in his younger days in America, despite America’s “freedom”, having been a hero there for some time, he knew from experience that quirkless people there still face many challenges and bias. Despite what America would want others to believe, it wasn’t the safest place for you, so All Might agreed to have you live with him in Japan

Despite the prejudice and bias you grew up facing, you pushed through it and became one of the most formidable lawyers ever. You were most known for taking and winning cases about various quirk related bigotry/bias

Whether someone was unfairly targeted/mistreated due to their quirk or lack there of, or similar cases, you took them on whether there was money in it for or not. You didn’t take these cases on for profit, you took these cases because you believed that someone had to stand up for others

You made quite the name for yourself, despite how young you were, but that would prove to be your undoing

You had your own law firm, you had many junior lawyers and attorneys working under and learning from you. You had taken a case that you didn’t know would be your last

Your client was a Heteromorph who was suing an insurance company for quirk based discrimination. Your client has a quirk that makes them need constant moisture or else their skin would dry out severely. They had some kind of cephalopod quirk. Due to their constant need of moisture, an accident occurred leading to their home flooding and their insurance company refused to cover them due to their quirk

The company tried to claim that there was negligence on the homeowner’s part that lead to their house flooding but it was obvious that they were just trying to save face

One night, as you were getting into your car, you felt a shocking pain and them warm liquid began to trickle down your abdomen, you were shot, not once, but twice

The insurance company hired someone to stage a robbery so it wouldn’t be linked to them but heroes apprehended the robber who told them the truth

But sadly, it was too late for you. You were shot once in the abdomen and once in the head, you died before paramedics could arrive

All might had been teaching and his secret had already been discovered. He was in the teacher’s lounge when he got the call

He rushed to the hospital, trying to keep himself together on the drive there, but once he was brought to your room and the nurse pulled the sheet back, he couldn’t stop the tears

He knew was somewhat of an absent father, he kept a distance from you to try and keep you safe

He thought that you would hate him but you understood why he did what he did, you told him you didn’t have any ill feelings towards him

But he did wish that he had gotten to spend more time with you growing up, he promised himself that once he retired, he wouldn’t miss out on a single event of yours, not anymore

When you graduated, all throughout your school life, whenever an event happened, you were the only kid who’s parent never came to a single event, you watched all the other kids greet their parents or guardians but no one was ever there for you, even when you graduated valedictorian of your law school, All Might wasn’t there

However, All Might wished that he could be absent from this event, your funeral. He made sure that the press would not be able to get in or near your funeral. Many of your juniors in your law firm and most of your clients dropped by to pay their respects. When they learned who your father was, they told him stories about you and sang your praises

Your second in command ended up taking control of your law firm and made sure your legacy was upheld, making sure that nothing changed and those that needed help could seek it out whether they had enough money or not

Despite the pain he felt, All Might couldn’t have been more proud of you, hearing how you helped people. But he still felt guilty, he has so many regrets, he wishes he would have been there for you, he wishes he had more memories, more pictures of you

Looking back, he doesn’t remember your first steps, he doesn’t remember hearing you call him dad for the first time, how much of your life did he miss out on, how much did it affect you? Were you only putting on a brave face for him? So much of your life, he doesn’t remember, and it breaks his heart to realize it

He looks back through all his photos of you and him together and manages to only find two. One of when you were a baby, taken at your mother’s insistence, and the other was taken by Grand Torino, of you at four years old wearing an All Might costume standing next to a cardboard cutout of him, posing in the same way

Looking through a photo album, he watches you grow up second hand, and it haunts him. Seeing how he failed as a father, how he wasn’t there, he never forgives himself for not being there for you, and as time passes on, his guilt stays with him, like a weight on his shoulders, never leaving him

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