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I hope the Endeavor cosplayer who was taking pictures of the MHA meetup at Anime Boston with a flip phone knows he's iconic and also canon

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Coming Undone (In the Backseat of Your Car)

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Tags: S3x pollen, sub!Aizawa, public s3x

This wasn’t your first night working alongside the underground hero, Eraserhead. You were used to his cool exterior and immaculate attention to detail. In comparison, you couldn’t help but feel like you were lacking beside him. 

If anything happened, it should have happened to you. 

You were fortunate enough to only be hunting one villain. Then again, a solo villain oftentimes means they were strong enough to not need backup. From what you gathered in your mission debriefing, this villain in particular should be easy to collect. That is, as long as you aren’t met with their quirk.

The name alone sends chills through your body; Eros-Eros. They’re the masked, winged villain who has been attacking innocent civilians with their mysterious love arrows. Authorities quickly learned these “love” arrows were anything but, and an increase in sexual violence rose across the district. 

“(Y/N), look out!” 

You’re pulled from your thoughts at the sound of Eraserhead’s deep, stern voice. Before you can react, the hero dives in front of you, shielding you from an oncoming attack. By the wincing on his face, you decipher it was painful.

Eros-Eros leaves a trail of hearts behind them as they flee towards the neighboring rooftops. You watch as the path of reds and pinks disintegrate across the sky.

Immediately, you rush to your teammate’s side. You’re unsure whether you should check on him first, or apologize for letting the villain escape. Your words don’t seem to reach him, however; instead of lecturing your inaction, he calmly says,

“I need to tell you something, for the sake of our mission.”

“What is it?” you ask, panic rising in your chest.

“I’m very, very horny.”

Your eyes naturally trail your partner’s body. Before you can reach his legs, he’s already shifted his stance.

“No, don’t look.” He turns his face away from you. “It’s…their quirk. They got my back with an arrow.”

The man turns his body around. On his costume, you see the faint glimmer of pink and red dust before it disappears completely.

“I need to get rid of this now,” Shouta says to no one in particular. In the dim light, you see his knuckles turn white as they grip the rooftop railing. He thrusts forward a few times, and your heart races. You know what, ‘this’ is. The thought of his hard cock turns you on.

“Isn’t it normal for men to get hard throughout the day?”

“This isn’t normal, (y/n). It feels like I had a shady gas station arousal pill.”

“Speaking from experience?” You tease. 

“Shut up.” His growl sends a jolt down your spine. He runs a hand through his hair, then pulls his phone from his pocket. Fingers fly over the screen before he glues it to his ear.

“Hey. How long does that villain’s quirk last? That’s not needed, just get me the info. Mind your damn business and be professional.” 

You’re unable to decipher what’s being said on the other end. Judging from the way Shouta’s face contorts this way and that, you assume it isn’t good. 

He shoves his phone away and returns to gripping the railing. “The detective down there is a real ass.”

“What’s the verdict?” Your voice is weary and uneven.

“The quirk wears off once I…finish. It’s essentially a powerful aphrodisiac. I’m trying not to be creepy; it’s just the—“ he winces, “—reality of hero work. You need to know this.”

“Oh.” You cover your mouth in a feeble attempt to hide your blushing cheeks. You can imagine the pain he must feel from how intense his arousal is. There have definitely been days where you didn’t think you could survive without being fucked.

And he looks so desperate. Seeing him fall apart and aching for release does something to you. Is it from seeing such a strong, stoic man succumb to a natural human sensation? Or, is it you noticing the look growing in his eyes—his round pupils turning feral, hungry as they glance at you?

“We need to find somewhere for me to…deactivate this quirk.”

“Where? It’s one in the morning. Anywhere with a bathroom is closed.” You gesture around you and to the dark street below. “You’re not opposed to just doing it here, are you?”

“I’m not jerking off in public where a villain could see,”Shouta growls. Your back straightens, and the heat in your core grows.

It’s crude, but arouses something in you. Sure, you had fantasies—some of which may have included your work partner—but actually hearing the man openly discuss masturbating lit a fire between your legs. 

“How about my car?” You motion towards a tall building a few blocks away. “I parked in that garage. It’s the middle of the week, so it should be clear.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Fuck.” He cracks his hips towards the empty air. A sigh escapes his damp, moonlit lips. It takes immense strength to not stare as you realize you’ve never noticed his the petiteness of his mouth.

The walk back to your car is awkward, to say the least. In the ten minutes it takes to get to the garage, your partner has developed a pattern of jolting and slowing his steps. His pants weren’t tight—you had tried and failed to decipher the thickness of his ass a number of times—but you were certain the material had to be rubbing against him.

“There’s tissues in the glove compartment,” you tell him. He bows, and you’re grateful for it. This way, you don’t have to make eye contact.

“I’m deeply sorry about the inconvenience.”

“You’re okay, Eraser. Just don’t get cum on my seats.”

You see his hesitation, staring at the open back door. He sighs, climbs in, and shuts the door behind him, his large body taking up the middle seat. In the moonlight, you see him tug at his pants and pull out his phone. You know the garage is empty, but you still take a look around before opening the door and climbing inside. 

“Hey—!”

“Shh.” Your finger kisses his lips. He’s trying his best to cover his erection with both hands; to your delight, the task is difficult. “I’m going to help you.”

You position two of his fingers under the waistband of your hero costume. His breath hitches as they brush over your pubic hair, then directly into the hot wetness. 

“Fuck,” he groans. “Were you hit with the quirk too?” 

“No,” you purr. You gasp when his fingers push into you without your assistance. He smirks. Shouta’s other hand reaches for his cock, but you’re faster; his limb is arrested in the air, with your fingers around it. 

“I need to cum so bad,” he whines. It’s admittedly odd hearing Shouta express discomfort. Then again, you have to remind yourself that the entire night isn’t one long, wet dream. 

His eyes are frantic. “Let me touch it,” he whispers.

“No.” Your tone is stern. He rolls his eyes and looks to the side, disgusted. His phone screen is still bright in the seat beside him.

Your lips pucker and blow air on his forehead, forcing his attention back to you. “What were you going to look up?”

“Not your business.” In the moonlight, his cheeks glow pink.

You grind your hips against him, his fingers hitting your insides and sending jolts down your spine. A breezy moan escapes you like a sigh of relief.

“I thought you wanted to cum,” you groan.

“Of course I fucking do.”

Fabric rustles as he removes his hand from your core. Before he can move it to his cock, you grab it; now, both hands are out of commission, and above his head.

“I’ve seen you fight villains,” you say. “Your reflexes are crazy fast. You can even catch a coffee cup as it falls.”

“What about it?” His eyes don’t blink as he stares at you, his lips a thin line. 

“Why are you letting me restrain you?” 

Shouta’s lip twitches. It’s the first crack in his stoic exterior. 

“If I tell you, can we get to fucking?”

You smile as an affirmative. He clears his throat. 

“I…like being treated like this,” he mutters sheepishly. Returning to his cool demeanor, he adds, “I’m only telling you—”

“Because of the quirk, I got it.”

Fuck. You thought your teasing was merely playful. How were you to know it turns him on? Maybe it was true, that people who present themselves one way are secretly the opposite in private. The phone at your knees enters your mind, but you can’t be bothered to scroll through his porn searches.

No; you’re going to become his porn searches.

“You can’t tell anyone. This is strictly work related and confidential.” Shouta isn’t pleading, but you know how desperate he is at the moment; desperate to cum, and desperate to be relieved of this nightmarish quirk effect.

You adjust your legs so your knees elevate you slightly. Perhaps it’s his vulnerability, or your own sexual frustration, but the decision to indulge him is affirmative. You give him a warning glance as you remove one of your hands from his wrists. When you know you can trust them to stay arrested, you unwrap your other hand. It’s awkward, but you manage to remove your pesky bottoms to reveal your wet, ready pussy.

The only warning you give is a lip bite before you utilize your hand again to plunge yourself onto his cock. You both sigh upon impact, with Shouta’s head leaning back in a well-deserved defeat. The sight alone is enough for you to want to tease him that much more. If anything, the longer you ride him, the later your eventual punishment will be for making your partner reveal his fantasies to a subordinate.

“I’m gonna pull out—“ Shouta warns. The words come so quickly you think you imagined them. He squirms underneath you, and you realize he isn’t bluffing. 

“No!” You tighten your grip on him. “Fill me.”

His eyes roll back; his bottom lip quivers. “I’m sorry,” he groans. 

The words spill out from him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—!”

You know your waist will be left bruised by how tightly he’s digging into you. He sighs deeply, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Your bouncing slows until you gradually stop. Despite him still being inside you, his cum has started leaking out.

Slowly, you lift off of him with a wet sound. You position your legs so your feet are under your body, to decrease any fluid from ending up in your backseat. You’re not surprised to see that he’s already stuffing himself back into his pants, but you are just a little disappointed as you watch him push the car door open and step outside. 

“Lay down,” he orders. His voice is low, and his growl reignites your pussy.

You do as he commands. Your eyes are glued to the ceiling, your cunt puffy and begging to be played with again. It’s as if Shouta can hear it. The unmistakable sensation of a tongue on your clit makes you arch your back. You raise your head slightly and make eye contact with the man, whose tongue dances along your clit. Other than occasionally nipping at your inner thighs, he keeps his mouth on your engorged nerve until you unravel on his face. It might be your imagination, but you hear what sounds like a moan escape his mouth.

Shouta finally speaks once he’s standing again. He leans against the open car door, his face pink in the moonlight. You’re still catching your breath as you sit up, dangling your closed legs in his widened stance.

“Take that as a thank you,” he says, his voice sultry from his post-orgasm high. A mixture of both your fluids shines on his lower lip. The outline of his lessening erection is inches from your face; you want it in your mouth.

“Do you want to do that again sometime?” You ask, clearing your throat. “Without the quirk, I mean.”

“I’ll think about it.” His eyes narrow; Shouta was himself once more. “Clean yourself up, and let’s get back to work. We don’t need anyone asking where we are.”

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if you have anymore touchstarved!aizawa in the vault, dont be afraid to share 👀

nonnie i'm being so serious right now i have an insane amount of touchstarved! headcanons for this man, i think about his exhausted ass all day long 😩 part one here

touchstarved!aizawa who has a visceral hunger for you, mouth drying up and fists clenching whenever he sees you

touchstarved!aizawa who denies the attraction even while he’s panting into his sheets late at night, thinking about your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock

touchstarved!aizawa who’s so afraid of being hurt, but who practically collapses into you when you kiss him for the first time

touchstarved!aizawa who inhales you, big hands moving over your hips, your lower back, your shoulders, your neck—he can’t get you close enough

touchstarved!aizawa who works himself so slowly into you, hissing between his teeth when he bottoms out, hands like a vice around the meat of your hips, “that’s it sweetheart, ride me nice and slow—need to feel how badly you fuckin’ need me”

touchstarved!aizawa who loves nothing more than waking up with his thigh wedged between your cunt, your name already on his lips, one hand coming down to grind you against him, “good morning to you too princess” (biting my fingers off)

touchstarved!aizawa who's gotten one taste of you and vows never to go without you again

a/n: being a source of comfort for this man?? screaming into a pillow likes, comments, and reblogs always appreciated, more to come 😘

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After losing his virginity to a coworker—while drunk, nonetheless—Shouta learns that exploring his sexuality isn't a straight road.

Believe it or not but this IS an EraserMic fic. Also the prequel to Homesick for a Lesser Life, but both fics can be read independently.

Link to fic is here!

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yeah, everybody leaves

[id: It's a drawing of Aizawa and Yamada standing against a darkening sky. They are both wearing their hero costumes—a black jumpsuit with a brown belt and grey capture weapon and studded leather jacket with a large pop-up collar and leather pants—and appear somber. Aizawa, depicted with tan skin, is clutching his goggles tightly in one hand while the other hand is in his pocket. Yamada, drawn with paler skin and dirty blond hair, has both his hands in his pockets. Shadows cast over their upper bodies while light illuminates underneath the curve. /end id]

[id: It's the original Horikoshi illustration of Aizawa, Yamada, and Kurogiri. Yamada and Aizawa are both wearing their hero uniforms. Kuroigiri is very faintly sketched behind them. /end id]

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3bk core

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you guys lol we have gotta start commenting on fics again. Like literally every 1 in 300 hit/kudos is a comment. that’s crazy lol for christ sake . 300 people in a room with me listening to my story and only one person says hi that was ok not bad. Is anyone here can anyone hear me

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Something I find so interesting about the Rooftop Trio and Midnight is that, even as adults, they call each other by their last names. It gives the illusion that they're not actually that close. They're not best friends; they barely know each other.

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Present Mic is so American coded and I can't believe so many fans don't use that to their advantage. Blond hair, his quirk makes him loud, KNOWS ENGLISH???

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Best Jeanist is my favorite butch lesbian

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It's five years after the War, and Shouta returns to his childhood home with an adopted daughter and a friend who has become much more to him. But this isn't Eri's family—even if she's theirs.

New fic alert!!! It has EraserMic, it has Aizawa's family, it has angst!

Link to fic here

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only picture ever to exist of aizawa

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Just wanted to mention that I've added a couple more chapters to this fic! You can find them on my ao3 here.

Shouta Aizawa is not a pervert.

Link to fic here, or read below.

Shouta Aizawa is not a pervert.

No. He never imagines an empty classroom. He doesn’t think about requesting you to deliver paperwork from the teacher’s lounge to his podium. He also doesn’t think about grabbing the stack from your hands, lingering his own over your soft fingers. 

Shouta is proper. He pries his mind away from picturing the kiss you two share after you double check that the hallway is clear of students or faculty. He isn’t lamenting how badly he wants—no, needs to run his hands over your body, to press his growing bulge against your backside as you lock the classroom door. There’s no teasing you with the ebbing of his hips. You’re not wearing thigh high socks that go against dress code; not in his mind. 

He’s at work. He shouldn’t be imagining your body pushed over a desk, your skirt hiked up and your panties pulled down. There shouldn’t be a single thought of how warm your pussy is, how every inch of himself fits inside you like a glove. He can’t let himself think that he slows down at the sudden footsteps passing the classroom door. No; the steps make him thrust faster. 

He isn’t picturing the cum that seeps out of your puffy, pink cunt. He doesn’t pull your panties over your hips, cum still leaking. He keeps his hand away from your ass despite wanting to smack it. Most importantly, Shouta never imagines pulling you off the desk and sending you out the door, into the hallway, off to your next assignment. 

No. Shouta Aizawa is not a pervert. He’d never think about a student that way.  

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Do you think Aizawa washes that sleeping bag or does class 1-A have know he's down the hall because they can smell his oversized banana peel of rot, sweat, and nut from their seats

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He could care less about how other heroes spent their civilian hours. Yet, hearing Hizashi mention girls, or his lack of, made his heart leap. Curse his penance for vulnerability.

Merry Angstmas! Here's an EraserMic fic for your holiday reading.

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Link to fic is here.

A totally wholesome fic where Midnight and Present Mic take Eraserhead out for his first legal drink, and nothing else happens (wink wink)

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Headcanon that Aizawa never wanted to be a pro hero. It's already speculated that his family was wealthy, so maybe they forced him to apply and enroll in UA. He resents his parents for it, and opted to live on his own once he graduated because his school experience traumatized him