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imagineanime2022 · 6 months

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Heroes W/ An S/O W/ A Talking Cat

Keigo Takami (Hawks) X Reader, Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) X Reader, Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead) X Reader, Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic) X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hi 👋, I read your story about the Lov with s/o who has a talking cat while I was reading it. I was thinking how funny it would be if it was the pro heroes instead of the villain like Mr. Aizawa, or hawks, or any other pro hero with S/O’s talking cat I think that would be hilarious?😂 AND Hello I really love your work it’s amazing😁 I love your post about the LOV with a witch S/O who has a pet talking cat I wanted to ask if there was one for the pro heroes like Aizawa, Mirko, Fat gum or even Hawks I think that would’ve been hilarious to know what their reactions would be like to S/O’s talking cat?😂

Keigo Takami/ Hawks

🪶 Keigo found out because he was teasing him, you had warned him not to but he didn’t listen, lucky for you instead of lashing out. Your cat decided to tell him off themselves. 🪶 It only took a little while before they both started to tease each other, Keigo scaring your cat half to death and your cat taking every opportunity to jump on Keigo or swipe at his feet. 🪶 You could come home to a disaster zone if Keigo got home before you, which was not often but when it did happen you honestly dreaded it. 🪶 You literally could not trust them to do anything, they were proud creatures and often tried to show you how much better they were then the other and that lead to even more problems.

You had been in the shower, you had only left them for 15 minutes and as you walked out of the bathroom when you heard a crash, you ran into the living room with nothing but a towel wrapped around your body “woah hello there beautiful.” Keigo smirked as he looked away from (Y/C/N) across the room. “Gross, that is my parent.!” (Y/C/N) continued. “Well they’re my partner so cover your ears if you don’t wanna hear it!” Keigo ordered. “What the hell is going on?” You asked, arms crossed as you looked between the two of you. “Nothing that you need to worry your pretty little head about, I’m just proving that he couldn’t catch me if he tried.” Keigo smirked as he looked back at the cat. “He has caught you before… Many times.” You reminded him. “Told you!” (Y/C/N) cheered. “Ah yes but that is swiftly followed by my own attack.” Keigo said. “Almost as if I were expecting it.” “Can you both just behave yourself for 10 minutes while I get changed?” You asked. “Ask him, he’s the one that starts it.” (Y/C/N) turned his back to Keigo and you narrowed your eyes as you saw the feathers moving towards the unknowing feline. “Stop.” “Fine fine, I’ll just come with you.” He wriggled his eyebrows as you rolled your eyes, turning away from him. “You're gross.” (Y/C/N) muttered as he disappeared into the kitchen. You turned away to walk back into the bedroom and get changed as Keigo followed. “You can’t expect me to behave myself without a reward.” Keigo followed you into the room catching you before you would walk towards the draws that housed all of you pajamas. “Will you ever learn to behave yourself?” You asked. “You don’t want that.” He teased, pressing a kiss to your jaw slowly coaxing you into something other than getting dressed.

Taishiro Toyomitsu/ Fatgum

🍡 Fatgum didn’t realise that there was anything different about your cat in fact it probably could have stayed that way for a very long time. 🍡 They got along well whenever he was eating something he shared with you little companion and scolded you when you told the little one that they had enough. You at one point were sure that the little guy was putting on weight. 🍡 They loved cuddling up together and you would often find them in bed or on the sofa, he found out about him talking when he walked in on the two of you arguing about stealing your boyfriend. 🍡 From there he treated him more like a child then a pet, scolding him and playing with him and still feeding him more than he needed.

You sighed as you walked into the house, smiling as you heard Taishiro talking in the other room, you knew that he was talking to (Y/C/N), you walked into the room raising an eyebrow as you watched the two “if I give you an extra dinner you can’t tell mum, she’s going to kill me!” Taishiro muttered, hunched over the cat that was looking at him with pleading eyes. “I never tell her.” (Y/C/N) answered and you narrowed your eyes, they both got up, it took longer for your cat to notice you than your boyfriend (who stopped dead in his tracks) because of the sofa obscuring the little one’s vision. “Extra dinners?” You asked. “Really?” “He said he was starving.” Taishiro said. “He always says that he’s starving, I took him for a check up, he’s almost overweight!” You complained. “Alright… I’ll stop.” Taishiro said. “You promised me that before and look what happened…” You crossed your arms over your chest and turned away from them. (Y/C/N) was the first to come over rubbing against your ankle, you glanced down at him and he looked up at you. “I know that this diet is hard but once we get you back to a healthy weight, you can have your treats back as a reward.” You reached down, tickling his chin. “This is stupid.” (Y/C/N) grumbled and you nodded. “Uh huh, so no extra dinner for you and you.” You pointed at Taishiro across the room who was looking as guilty as ever. “No sweets for the rest of the night.” “Yes ma’am.” He nodded as he walked over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m leaving you alone for 20 minutes while I shower and get changed but if you do anything I’ll be able to smell the guilt on you.” You warned them. “Humans can’t smell guilt.” (Y/C/N) said. “Test me.” You goaded him before disappearing into the bedroom and further into the bathroom.

Shota Aizawa/ Eraserhead

🐛 You didn’t even tell this man that your cat could talk, he just started talking to them one day and of course your feline friend spoke back, he literally did not bat an eyelid. 🐛 Laziest creatures in your life, they will collectively convince you to do nothing… Unless it’s food time, if it’s food time then the cat is no ally to anyone. 🐛 Most would think that Aizawa was the one who owned the cat because it was constantly trailing after him and complimenting him on everything that he did with the odd sassy comment when they didn’t agree on something, honestly some would say that he stole your cat. 🐛 You're sure that they miss each other more than they ever miss you and sometimes you're dramatic about it but rest assured you are the most important person in either one of their lives.

You walked through the front door kicking off your shoes, you dropped your bag to the floor before walking into the living room “you took your time.” Aizawa said as he looked up at you from his reclined position on the sofa. “Hello to you too.” You smiled as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, he smiled quickly catching your lips in a soft kiss. “Hey hey! What about me!?” You giggled at the voice before turning to the black cat it belonged to curled up on Aizawa’s chest cradling his face in your hands as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Have you both been here the whole day?” You asked. “No.” Aizawa answered. “I had classes to teach today.” “So you’ve been like this since 3pm?” You asked. “I guess.” Aizawa answered. “Did you at least feed him?” You asked. “You know those biscuits are a complete diet right, there are some cats that would settle for just them.” Aizawa mumbled. “Yeah well I’m not one of them.” (Y/C/N) said as he stood his front legs stretched out in front of him as he stretched and you rolled your eyes walking into the kitchen and putting the meat down for him before walking back into the living room, Aizawa reached out a hand pulling you to lay with him when you were close enough. “Are you sure this is a good idea Shota?” You asked as you glance towards the entrance the loud feline would appear in when he was finished. “Mmm it’s fine.” He answered half heartedly as he continued to wrap you tighter in his arms, not 5 minutes later did you hear what you expected. ��You two just cast me out after 5 minutes, you know I was coming back right?” He asked as hopped up on the sofa walking over your intertwined legs before finally settling on your back, you hummed as you shifted slightly to get more comfortable, you knew that you should all move, the bed was definitely more comfortable but staying here with the two most important beings in your life for some reason was more appealing so you didn’t move for now this would be fine.

Yamada Hizashi/ Present Mic

🎤 Again another who wasn’t affected by your cat talking, he however is not as happy about it as others. They literally argue all the time because let’s be honest Hizashi is like a big cat himself. 🎤 You were constantly breaking them up, they never tried to hurt each other but they would always complain about something that the other was doing. 🎤 You tried to split your time between them equally but they always had something to say about that too. 🎤 As they lived together more they learned to deal with each other better, they learned what set the other off and tried to avoid it when you were around.

Hizashi had been at work all day, you were in the kitchen cutting up meat, you put a small pile aside for (Y/C/N) as you started cooking up the meat for dinner, once it was all cooked you put his portion aside and continued cooking for you and Hizashi. “Smells good.” Hizashi said, his voice softer than most people get to hear it. “Thank you.” You smiled leaning back into him as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “Long day? How are the kids?” “Fine, they’re fine.” He answered. “But…” You prompted him to continue as he lifted his head. “They didn’t come to UA to do english lessons, they get bored so easily, stop paying attention.” He explained and you chuckled. “You know, even for people who aren’t looking to become heroes, English lessons were boring, it’s just about making it interesting.” You said. “Don’t give him ideas he’s interesting enough.” Your bubble was shattered as the black cat jumped up on the counter top. “Do you mind? We are having a private conversation.” Hizashi scolded him. “Well then don’t have it in the middle of the kitchen.” (Y/C/N) muttered. “Would it have mattered if we were in the bedroom?” Hizashi asked. “I guess not.” He turned away and walked over to the plate where you had left the meat that you saved for him. “This for me?” “Yeah.” You answered, lifting the plate away from him “If I give you this will you leave us alone for a little while, you know it’s not your turn so don’t be a bother.” “Fine, fine.” He lifted his paw as if to pull your hand down to him. “Good.” You nodded, you put the plate back down before going back to your own dinner and finishing up what you needed to. “I’ve decided what movie to watch tonight.” He mumbled and you smiled. “Good, then let’s finish this food so we can watch a movie and you can relax yeah?” You suggested and you felt him nod rather then heard him but you both made small noises as (Y/C/N) made a noise of disgust in the back of his throat.

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anyon-else · 2 years

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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

pairings | keigo takami | hawks x reader + dabi, aizawa shouta, nemuri kayama (midnight), class 1a, oboro shirakumo (mentioned), shouto todoroki, yamada hizashi (present mic), all for one, kurogiri

warnings | angst, hurt/comfort, smut, blindfolds, oral sex, praise, fingering, violence, death, weapons, mentions of abuse, mentions of sexual harassment, description of injury, mention of child pornography, mention of non-consensual recording, discussion of themes present in the hunger games trilogy

status | ongoing ➣ next chapter: tbd

— the reaping (part 1) | keigo’s loyalty to you ran deep; deep enough for him to volunteer for the games in an effort to protect you. before today, he’d never considered volunteering as a real option. but seeing you walk to the stage, practically stepping into death’s hands, the words left him before he fully realized what he was saying.

— meet the tributes – broadcast (part 2) | tune in to a special broadcast from the capital brought to you by president all for one and our new gamemaker kurogiri! this broadcast will announce the tributes representing each district in the 74th annual hunger games. We hope that everyone watching will find a fast favorite, and may the odds be ever in our tributes’ favors.

— goodbyes (part 2.5) | dabi comes to see you and keigo one last time before you leave for the games. he finds that goodbyes are harder when you never expected them.

— steady, steady (part 3) | aizawa helps you and keigo prepare for the games. You want to say you feel ready, but the closer the games get, the more cracks start to form in your confidence.

— the interviews – broadcast (part 4) | tune in to hear from our tributes only one day before they enter the arena! our wonderful host, yamada hizashi, will speak with each tribute and give viewers the opportunity to hear how they are feeling as they anticipate the start of the games.

— let the games begin (part 5) | the games begin, and the tributes begin to realize that the arena may take them out before they can reach the cornucopia. kurogiri clearly wanted to put on a good show when he planned this year’s games.

— falling young (part 6) | as aizawa does his best to help you and keigo from outside of the arena, you run into possible enemies and possible allies.

— desperate measures (part 7) | keigo knew that escaping into his dreams was a bad habit, but it was one he’d never been able to shake. but waking up in the arena becomes harder the better his dream is.

extras | read on ao3 | spotify playist | inspo | main masterlist

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #hawks imagine #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo takami x y/n #keigo takami imagine #mha #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #mha imagine #my hero academia #masterlist #navi #emwrites

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justagirlwhowritess · 11 months

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This was asked for, I hope I did him justice, it was too long for tumblr, i got a little carried away but here's a snippet. Idk why soft mha as dads is ruining my life rn.

Pairing: Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluffy/ a little sad

Warnings: Season 6 of the Anime Spoilers, slight mention of insecurities.

Additional Notes: N/A “He’s married?? But he’s sooo loud! His poor wife” you heard two girls in the hallway start giggling while they were talking about what you could only assume was your husband, pro hero and teacher who went by Present Mic. You worked for the biggest support company in Japan as one of the lead designers, always on the forefront of new hero technology. When it came to Hizashi, however, you met him during your time at UA. You adjusted your daughter on your hip as you continued to move down the hallway to Hizashi’s classroom. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” Aizawa asked, looking at you confused. “Shouta, lovely to see you. Hizashi asked me to come, and said something was happening and I needed to bring Kiki with me.” you told him truthfully. A scowl was now present on his face. Hizashi didn’t go into detail but you could sense his worry. The way he cared for you was unmatched. “Oh. That. Yeah, it’s probably going to be better coming from him." His words struck you as odd. “What does that mean?” you asked, tightening your grip on Kiki. “Danger is coming. Things are starting to get bad.” your eyes widen. Hairs start to stand on the back of your neck as you think about what he could possibly mean. “You should talk to him.” Aizawa states. “Talk to who about what?” you feel relieved at hearing Hizashi come up beside you. “Just the man I was looking for.” You hummed. His eyes perk up as he turns to you. “Oh really, for what?” he smirks. You laugh and hand him your restless child. “She has been driving me crazy, your turn. Also you asked me to come.” You spoke as he took his tired child in his arms. “Dada” she mumbled quietly as he got her situated. “Yeah, come on.” he mumbled, placing a hand on your back leading you to his now empty classroom. The kids must be at lunch, you think to yourself as you sit on the corner of his desk. “So, what is it?” you asked, trying not to grow impatient, today was your day off and you didn’t really want to spend it at UA. too many not so great memories. “You know the villain presence is getting stronger since the situation with all might. The liberation front is beginning to cause chaos. Nezu has decided to open the campus as a shelter. It will be safer for you and Kiki to stay here.” His words shook you to your core. You didn’t want to live here, even if it was temporary. “Hizashi I-I don’t want to stay here.” you told him as you rubbed your arm. He sighs. “Y/n don’t do this. You know this place is a fortress. You both will be safe here. If anything happens to either of you because of this I will never forgive myself.” You know he’s telling you the truth. You take your face in your hands and rub it lightly. “When?” you asked. “Tonight preferably.” his response elicits a groan from you. “How long have you known about this?” You asked, growing annoyed. “A few weeks.” He admitted. You cross your arms over your chest. “Why did you wait to tell me?” He sighs “Because you were so busy, and I didn’t think things were going to get this bad.” He shifts slightly, your daughter now asleep in his hold. “How bad have they gotten?” you ask cautiously. He wasn’t a private person, at least not with you. You watched the news, more so recently, but with how the media is you know there are things they are hiding. You know a lot about his students, Aizawa’s, even helped Mae Hatsume tweak some of her work for class 1-A. She is a brilliant child and you were trying to convince your company to snag her once she was closer to graduating. “Midoriya left, the kids want to go after him.” He admits. Your eyes widen “Wh-what? There are children fighting in this war?” You felt tears well in your eyes, you became slightly softer after the birth of Kiki, imagining children in this scenario would rattle even the strongest of wills. “Y/n, please, I am begging you, you need to be here.” He redirects the conversation back. “Fine. Gonna have to let my job know I'll be remote for a while. UA is a decent hike.”

The rest is on my A03! Link attached :D.

#mha x reader #mha imagines #yamada hizashi #bnha imagines #present mic #yamada hizashi x reader

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adminbryantsaki · 2 years

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Incubator/oviposition

Day 9 of spicytober featuring Luna! Merman! Hizashi Yamada x Omega! Reader.

(I do not own Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised. @lhcartoonist has requested to be tagged in the Hizashi stories)

Wc: 4,633

Tw: ABO, Monster fucking, Heat/rut, oviposition, breeding, mention to child bearing and pregnancy.

It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder rolled and lightning crackled across the sky as you stared out your window to watch the stormy seas as you couldn’t manage to shut your mind off to sleep. Now, this wasn’t one of those summer storms that was caused by the increase in humidity and overall temperature in the air, this storm, was one of those mid- autumn storms that made you want to curl up under a blanket with a warm drink or a good book by a fireplace to help you stay warm.

You had lived in this town by the coast for a couple years. You had been told by the townsfolk that once a month on the full moon, for a week, a group of mysterious men come from the sea and claim a mate for themselves. Sometimes the men stay in the town or they take their mates back to the sea with them. Some don’t even take a mate at all and wait for the next month. You had seen these men but they never had picked you for a mate. Once you ran into one of them in the market and he helped you pick up your groceries you had dropped. You could remember his bright green eyes and long blonde hair that shone in the sun but you had never gotten his name. You hoped to see him amongst the group of men that would emerge from the waves in the next few days. But for now, you had hunkered down in your single room cabin that you had on the edge of town near the forest that you also heard that a pack of wolves and some rumored to have seen a Naga that resided there. Some of the townsfolk said that it was a pack of werewolves that lived in that forest but you never paid any mind to that. You just wanted to see your mysterious man from the ocean again. You checked your calendar and the full moon was quickly approaching. Your heart lifted a little knowing that you would hopefully see him again. You just hoped he would be able to make it to shore safely with the storm.

The next few days went by quickly and the night that the men were to come from the sea had arrived. You had set up an area in front of your one bay window that faced the ocean. You had acquired your favorite snacks and drinks along with enough blankets and pillows to make yourself a nest to be comfortable while you watched the waves. A couple of your neighbors along with yourself had set out some piles of clothes out in the dunes for the men to wear as they had been known to arrive in the town without clothes or had stolen some from people’s clotheslines. You had left a note and placed a marker where you had set your offering in hopes that your green-eyed mystery man would accept your offer.

Hours passed and the moon had risen by the time your eyes began to grow heavy. The haunting noise of a siren’s call that sounded a bit like an Orca’s mating call. woke you from your slumber and you jolted awake only to see the man staring right at you through the window. You screamed and scrambled away from the window in fear. The man looked concerned and he pulled a piece of paper that looked like your note from his pants pocket, unfolded it, and pressed it against the window. You calmed down and steadied your breathing. You let yourself take a closer look at the man and you saw that he was wearing the clothes you had left in the dunes. You also saw that it was the blonde-haired, green-eyed man you had bumped into the market. You relaxed and let out a sigh of relief and walked closer to the window to open a section of the panes to invite him to come closer. He came closer to talk with you.

“I found your gift. I guess you left it for me. Thank you.” He told you.

“You’re welcome. Are you cold? You can come inside if you’d like. I’ll make a bed up for you.” You asked.

“That’s very kind of you. I am a little chilled.” He responded as he rubbed his arms and a puff of air came from his mouth.

“Come down the hill to the porch, that’s where my front door is.” You spoke.

“Ok. I’ll meet you there. He said and began walking down the hill. You ran through your house and arrived at the front door to let him in. He was already there waiting for you and he smiled when he saw you on the other side of the door.

“Come in and warm up. It’s a cold night tonight.” You told him and opened the door wider to let him inside. Your mystery man was inside your house, He smelled like the sea and gave you a sense of calm and safety when you were in his presence.

“Do you want anything?” You asked.

“I’d like to take a hot shower to warm up if you don’t mind.” He asked. You nodded and showed him to your bathroom and set out a warmer set of men’s clothes out for him.

You arranged a nest for him in your guest bedroom and began to close your house down for the night when you saw him come out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. You blushed and looked away when you saw him.

“Sorry! I was just checking on you before I went to bed for the night.” You spoke.

“Whoa! Didn’t see you there. I should be alright for the time being. Thanks for letting me crash at your place for the night. I should be alright. Thank you… what is your name, lovely?” He asked.

“Oh, I’m Y/n.” You said as a shade of pink covered your cheeks.

“I’m Hizashi. Thank you, Y/n. I’ll see you in the morning. Have a good sleep.” He spoke.

“You’re welcome. I set up the guest bedroom for you.” You spoke before you ducked out of the hallway and into your bedroom where you shut the door and laid on your bed and stared at the ceiling for a while before quickly passing out.

The next morning you woke up to smelling something good coming from the kitchen. You rose from your bed, pulled your bathrobe on, and went to investigate what the amazing smell was. You found Hizashi in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you sleep well?” He asked as he plated the food he made.

“Yes, I did. Thank you for asking. Did you make food?” You asked. He nodded and handed you one of the plates. He then walked to the table and sat down with you across from him.

“Thank you for doing this. You didn’t have to do this. You’re a guest.” You told him.

“It’s the least I could do… think of it as a thank you for letting me stay with you.” He spoke as he ate. You smiled and ate as well.

After breakfast, you went back to your room to get changed and get ready to go to work. When you were about to leave, you were stopped by Hizashi.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“I must go to work. If you want to stay, you can. I don’t mind having a roommate for a while.” You told him. He nodded and kissed your head before you left.

On your way to work, you saw something odd off in the distance in the dunes where your marker was. You moved closer and saw a dried-out fish tail laid over your marker. You gingerly touched the tail and a couple of the scales flaked off and turned to sand as they fell to the ground. You covered your mouth in shock and continued your way to work keeping a note in your mind to talk with Hizashi when you got home that evening.

When you did finally arrive home that evening, you were greeted by the blonde and a smell of seafood and garlic.

“Welcome home, Y/n! How was your day?” He asked.

“It was good… Hizashi, are you a merman?” You asked him. He froze when he was plating food for dinner and looked at you.

“How did you know?” He asked.

“There is a dried-out fish tail on the marker that I put in the dunes the night that men were to mysteriously appear from the ocean each month around the same time.” You told him as you set down your things and took your shoes off. The man sighed and he brought the plates over to the table.

“Sit down, I’ll explain everything.” He spoke and you followed him to the table.

Once the both of you were seated, Hizashi took a deep breath and looked at you with his piercing green eyes.

“I am a merman. Along with several other men that came with me when we come to land in search of a mate. We come each month around our…netsu to wadachi.” He spoke with a hint of a blush across his face.

“What’s that?” You asked as you kept eating.

“It’s a time where people of both genders experience a sexual frustration. Some wish to bear children and others want to give children. Some want to do both at the same time. Some stay beneath the waves while others come to the surface.” He spoke and took a bite of his food. You ate in silence as you listened to him and thought.

“Are you talking about a heat and a rut?” You asked him.

“Is that what you call them here? Can you tell me which is what?” He asked. You blushed a bit and nodded. You told him what a heat was and what a rut was. He listened with full interest as he ate his food. You leaned back after you had finished your food.

“The meal was amazing. Thank you again, Hizashi. Why are you doing all of this?” You asked.

“I remember the last time was on the surface and I bumped into you in the store down the street… all I can remember was that I was instantly attracted to you and I made a vow to myself that I’d do whatever it took to make you mine the next time I came to the surface. It made me happy to find your gift in the dunes.” He spoke as he did the dishes.

“Really? You want to make me your mate? We hardly know each other.” You told him.

“We have the week before the other men that came with me along with myself must return to the ocean or the elders will deem us traitors and never allow us to return.

We can spend that time getting to know each other. But I’d like to give you my bond mark as soon as possible.” He told you. This made you nervous and you looked up at him.

“A bond mark? That is a bit serious. How do you even know we’re compatible?” You asked him.

“It doesn’t matter for me. I experience both a rut and a heat.” He told you. Your mind ran through the list of dynamic you had come across or had heard about.

“I think you’re a Luna. That dynamic is a rare one and it makes sense why you experience both a heat and a rut. Do they alternate every other month?” You asked. The merman nodded.

“If I’m a Luna, then what are you?” He asked.

“I’m an Omega. I only experience a heat.” You told him. A sly grin spread across his lips.

“Then you’re in luck, I got my rut earlier this week. Don’t worry, I’ll try not to force you into anything you don’t want to do. But I do want to bond with you, tell the other mermen that came with me that you’re mine. There’s a couple of them that are in rut as well.” He spoke in a deeper tone and walked over to you. You blushed a deep shade of red as he held his hand out to you.

“Come with me, please. I only wish to mark you. No mating until you’re comfortable.” He told you. You hesitated before you nodded in agreement and he led you into the guest bedroom that smelled strong scent of the sea. You peeked inside and saw that he had made a nest large enough to hold the both of you overnight and he pulled you into the room and pinned you against the wall. He shut and locked the door before kissing you roughly on the mouth. You gasped in pleasure and clawed at his shirt which he pulled off and tossed to the floor and kissed you again, moving down to your neck and nipping softly at your sensitive neck and slipped his hands up the bottom of your shirt pull you closer by your waist. He gave you another kiss, picked you up to wrap your legs around his waist, and carry you over to the nest where he laid you down and climbed in with you. He pushed up your shirt and left a trail of kisses up to your neck. He kissed you deeply before looking at you.

“Where would you like your mark?” He asked in a slightly deepened tone that made something inside of you spark alive. Your scent began to flow out of your scent glands and he inhaled the smell.

“You smell so good, baby.” He told you and rubbed circles on your side. You looked down at him and let out a quiet moan.

“I want my mark in a place where people can see it.” You said breathlessly. The merman before you kissed you before going to your neck and biting down. You let out a cry of pleasure and he released from your neck to watch the mark form a circle with a music note coming from a conch shell. Hizashi smiled as he was satisfied with the marking and he kissed your cheek.

“Do you feel ok? Did I hurt you?” He asked and checked your mark for any bruising or bleeding. You shook your head and cupped his cheek.

“I’m ok.” You reassured him. He relaxed a bit and laid down next to you.

“Do you want to mark me?” He asked.

“Is that allowed with your species?” You asked him.

“Yes. It’s expected for both of us to mark each other no matter the dynamic.” He told you and kissed you again. You kissed him deeper and looked at him.

“Where do you want your mark?” You asked him.

“On my neck, like yours.” He spoke and tapped the side of his neck that was opposite to your mark on your neck. You blushed a deep shade of red and you climbed on top of him. You were nervous and he could tell.

“Just relax. You’re not going to hurt me. You’re going to do fine.” He told you and cupped your cheek. You smiled then kissed him deeply on the mouth before going to his neck and biting softly. He let out a low, rumbling groan in his chest before moaning something that sounded like an absolute melody in your ears. You pulled away to see your symbol form on his neck and you were amazed at watching the mark form. The merman watched you and smiled.

“I didn’t know I could mark someone and have it actually watch it transform into something like that.” You told him as you laid on his chest. He kissed your head and smiled.

“I guess different dynamics are taught differently here on land than in the sea.” He spoke as he rubbed lazy circles on your back.

“I guess so.” You spoke sleepily before yawning.

“Get some rest. I want to go out into town with you later.” He told you. You nodded before passing out on your new mate’s chest.

You woke up later in the day sometime in the afternoon. You saw Hizashi coming into the room wearing a new set of clothes.

“Afternoon, love. Did you sleep well?” He asked as he walked over to you and kissed your cheek.

“I slept fine, thank you for asking.” You said and kissed him back.

“Do you want to get changed before we go out?” He asked.

“No, I’m fine. Where do you want to take me?” You responded and looked at him.

“I’d like to take you to my favorite restaurant in town. But the other mermen are in town and your mark is still fresh. I’ll run into town and get food from the restaurant. Do you have any allergies?” He asked.

“No I don’t.” You told him and he kissed you.

“Stay here and relax. I’ll be back soon even though I want to show you off to the others. But I don’t want to cause any trouble.” He spoke and kissed you again before he left. You blinked as he left the room and you thought as to why you being out with him would stir up trouble. You did hear him about your mark being fresh and you understood that. You didn’t pay any mind to it as you got out of the nest and went to freshen yourself up in the bathroom.

A little while later, Hizashi came home bearing food that smelled wonderful. You called out from your office where you were working to tell him where you were and he came into your office.

“What are you working on?” He asked as he entered your office and set a warm takeout container on your desk.

“A story.” You told him.

“What kind of story are you working on?” He asked as he sat down on the other side of your desk and ate his own food.

“A fantasy story. I’ve been playing with different plots and none of them have stuck.” You spoke as you set your work aside and enjoyed the food that he brought for you.

“Maybe I can help?” He asked as he was interested in what you were doing.

“Maybe later. For now, I just want to enjoy the food and talk with you.” You told him.

“What do you want to talk about?” He asked.

“Why would you taking me out into public stir up trouble with the other mermen?” You asked.

“Your mark is still fresh and they could try to take you from me. Your mark hasn’t healed over yet. The others would notice and they’d reprimand me for not being a good mate to you.” He told you.

“But you are a good mate to me.” You told him as you were a bit frustrated that his people would do that. You shook your head and kept eating.

“I know. It’s the stupid culture that the elders established years ago.” He spoke.

“What is that?”

“’Once you’ve bonded your mate, keep them away from other alphas or they will be seen as free game until the mark has set.’” He quoted. You sighed.

“I’m guessing the mark being set is when it heals over?” You asked. He nodded and finished his food.

“I’m sorry that it must be this way. If I could, I’d change it.” He told you as he stood up and took both your containers since you were done.

“Why can’t you?” You asked as you handed him your leftovers.

“I’m not one of the leaders of our people. I’m one of the entertainers.” He spoke before going to the door.

“Good luck on your story, Y/n.” He told you before going to the kitchen, leaving you to go back to your story.

Friday came too quickly that week. Soon, it was time for you to say goodbye to your mate or goodbye to the life you had made for yourself on land and join him in the sea. Hizashi woke you up gently with a few gentle kisses on your head.

“Good morning, my love.” He whispered in your ear and went down to your neck. You groaned and laid on your back to look up at him.

“Morning, ‘Zashi. Today is the day, isn’t it?” You asked him as your eyes were still closed.

“Yes. Today, we must make a choice. Either I stay here on land with you, or you come with me back to the sea.” He told you.

“You know I want to stay here. But I also care what you want too, my love.” You spoke as you ran your fingers through his hair. The blonde cuddled into you as he had no shirt on and he buried his face into your neck and thought for a moment.

“I’ve decided.” He spoke after a few moments of quiet except for the gentle pattering of rain on the window.

“What have you decided?”

“Screw the Elders. They didn’t really approve of me bringing human music to the kingdom a while ago and they’ve been slowly trying to push me out of the social circles down there. I’d rather stay up here where I’d be appreciated and be with the one, I love. I knew I was always meant for a life up here. I’d just have to tell my friends that I’m staying. Wouldn’t be surprised that they are staying as well. I guess the whole group of us are a band of misfits.” He spoke as pulled his legs to his chest and looked at you. You sat up and kissed his cheek.

“If that’s what you want, I’d like that and you can stay with me. We are mates, after all.” You told him. He kissed you back deeply and hummed.

“Let’s have breakfast then I’ll tell my friends about my decision.” He told you and got off the bed to go to the kitchen. You got out the bed and followed him.

“Since you’re staying on land, are there any special rules or guidelines we need to follow?” You asked as you sat at the breakfast bar.

“When I get sick or when scales begin to form on my body, I just need to take a dip in the ocean for a while.” He spoke as he began to make breakfast. You nodded in agreement as he slid a mug of hot coffee in front of you. You cradled the drink in your hands and sipped at the hot liquid.

“What about kids? Can merpeople and humans even procreate? Or are humans just fancy and viable incubators for you people?” You asked. Hizashi was silent for a moment.

“Our species can procreate. You know the chef down at the diner? He’s half human, half Merperson.” He spoke. He looked at you with a serious look that you had learned to know.

“I didn’t know you wanted kids. That’s nice to know as tonight is the peak of my rut and it’s very hard to resist taking you right now.” He told you as he looked at you with a look of lust. You felt your face heat up as you looked back at him. He made sure the stove was off before he walked over to you and kissed you deeply. You kissed him back and he picked you up only to set you on the counter. You pulled away for air and you saw where your mate had set you.

“Here? On the counter?” You asked.

“Alright, I’ll take you to the bedroom, my love.” He spoke and carried you as you giggled all the way to the bedroom. He closed the door behind him. He laid you down in his nest and he kissed you deeply, biting on your lower lip. He bit on the other side of your neck as he pulled what little clothes he still had on his body before removed the pesky clothes from your body. He kissed you more and wrapped your legs around his hips before he pulled his cock out and slid into you. You moaned out which made him groan into your neck. You held onto him as he began to thrust into you.

He locked lips with you as his pace sped up and he pushed your legs gently up to your chest. He let out a deep guttural groan as he bit down on your neck, injecting a type of aphrodisiac into your veins. Your mind went foggy which made each thrust he gave you seem like you were seeing fireworks. You let out a string of moans and clawed at his back. What pulled you out of your blissed-out state was the feeling of something wet and egg-shaped dropping into your womb. You wanted to push him off but you couldn’t move your limbs. He looked down at you and cupped your face.

“Shh. Relax. I’m giving you, my eggs. I couldn’t hold them any longer, I’m sorry, my love.” He spoke and kissed you. You relaxed when you knew that it was his eggs. You had guessed that merpeople had their children through eggs like fish. You managed to move your arm and cup his face.

“Don’t worry. I’m happy to have them.” You spoke before crying out in pleasure and arching your back, pressing your body against his. He let out a siren’s call when he released into you and gave you the last amount of his clutch to you. the sound had you fixated on him and the two of you had locked eyes when the both of you came down from your high. He kissed you then kissed your neck before pulling out, lying next to you, and pulling you close to him.

“My mate. All mine. No one is ever going to take you from me.” He spoke as you cuddled into him and quickly passing out.

Later in the day, You woke up to a note on the pillow next to you. You sat up slowly despite being sore from the morning’s activities and read the note.

Y/n,

I’m heading to the beach to tell the others about my choice. I’ll be back later. I set up a bath for you to soak in. I figured you’d be sore after what we did this morning. I love you and I’ll be back soon.

Love,Hizashi.

You smiled and slowly made your way out from inside the nest to see a trail of flower petals leading to the bathroom. You got out slowly and made your way along the path where you got to soak in the tub until your mate got home. He found you in the bathtub and he smiled.

“What did they say?” You asked him after you had gotten out of the tub with his help.

“They’re staying too. They agreed with me about what the elders said and have done. I’m so happy, Y/n.” He told you and kissed your forehead. You smiled too and let him hold you for a while. He made you food and helped you. The two of you watched the sunset that evening in each other’s arms.

Everything was going right for the both of you. You had fallen in love with your mystery man and he had found a home that accepted him.

The end.

#Spicytober 2022 #admin writes #bnha #mha #bnha omegaverse #bnha present mic #hizashi yamada #mha present mic #present mic #mha abo

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sleepytiredblorboaddict · 9 months

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requests

what i will do

character x reader

polyamory

age regression

fluff

angst

gore

what i won't do

nsfw

romantic child x adult

unnecessarily gendered readers

fandoms/characters

obey me: shall we date! (all brothers + original dateables)

ikemen vampire (only the mansion boys)

daycare attendant

hiveswap friendsim (cirava, marvus, chahut, folykl, galekh, kuprum, mallek, tagora, tyzias, my ocs [lirkos, cinrex, trifea, enreri])

homesick (webtoon, all characters)

undertale (no guarentee i know the au, but go wild. side characters also welcome)

creepypasta (masky, hoodie [yes i know], jeff the killer, eyeless jack, slenderman, splendorman, ticci toby, jane the killer, dr smiley)

my hero academia (izuku midoriya, bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijiro, aizawa shouta, hizashi yamada, toshinori yagi, shinji nishiya, tokoyami fumikage, tsuyu asui)

the amazing digital circus (jax, caine, kinger)

#requests

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ao3feed-twiyor · 6 months

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Christmas Tickle Drabbles

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nfIREwB by otomiyatickles A small collection of christmassy tickle drabbles I posted on Tumblr last year (2022), but my blog died so I'm reposting them here instead. Words: 8305, Chapters: 11/11, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Anime), Haikyuu!!, 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100, Marvel Cinematic Universe, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), 19天 - Old先 | 19 Days - Old Xian, Great Pretender (Anime), 同級生 | Doukyusei | Classmates - Nakamura Asumiko (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hanazawa Teruki/Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, He Tian/Mo Guanshan (19 Days), Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop, Kusakabe Hikaru/Sajou Rihito, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Kaeya/Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Gorou/Tighnari (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Tickling read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nfIREwB

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #twiyor #spy x family #sxf #loid forger #yor forger

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sero-pairo · 1 year

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Daughter of Scilence

by Forest_exe

welcome to mindless self-indulgence! I would say this is an x reader, but this is more of an x my dr self lol. I delve into some pretty intense stuff here so read at your own discretion; I will include more specific warnings in the notes of each chapter so yall won't get jump scared lol enjoy!

Words: 1031, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Original Character(s), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Kirishima Eijirou/Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio

Additional Tags: self insert but its just my oc, Self-Indulgent, Dadzawa, adopted by erasuremic, shinsou is a biological erasure mic child, its not mpreg i swear, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, not all relationship tags are garenteed

from AO3 works tagged 'Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto', https://ift.tt/RTk5VEz

#seroroki #todosero #todoroki shouto #sero hanta #serotodo #todoroki x sero #sero x todoroki #bnha #m

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thenastyotherblog · 2 years

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YO WHAT THE HECK, THIS IS SO CUTE???

Like, I can totally see Hizashi convincing you to name your first born/adopted after him because, he was the one to get you guys together.

Or that you are the one who proposes to name your son Oboro, teary Hizashi nodding to the idea while he holds him.

#hizashi yamada x reader #present mic x reader #hizashi would totally cry when his child is born/when he finally adopts them #cries more than you

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milkacchan · 4 years

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Request for anon: Can I have Present mic, Aizawa, and all might where they learn their young student is fatherless? Like... their father walked out/went to prison when they were young. I'm sorry if this is time consuming, but I can't stop sobbing over my father.

I'm the situation baby but remember it wasn't your fault

I changed it up a little bit with Mics- I hope you don't mind

Present Mic:

• from the getgo something was wrong

• The moment you walked into class he could tell

• You looked like shit

• Dark bags under your eyes, hair messily brushed, just to get it out if your face, and your eyes were a light red.

• You didn't look particularly happy to be there either

• something turns in his stomach, a gut feeling that something really had went down

• And he hated seeing his students upset

• but he was relatively close to you to begin with, his felt different

• He felt like he had to do something

• Everyone settled into their seats as the bull rung but his eyes remained on you

• You honestly didn't pay attention during the lesson

• He could tell as much

• class finishes and the bell rings but you sit still, and it's not until most of the students have trickled out of the room do you start packing up

• He walks over and kneels in front of the desk "You okay there? You don't look so good," he looks concerned and his heart drops when he sees your lip start to quiver

• It takes you 0.27 seconds to break and you're frantically wiping your eyes as sobs wrack your body

• He's got his arms wrapped around you in seconds and you're leaning into his shoulder.

• He isn't sure exactly how long you're crying for but eventually you calm down enough to get out a coherent sentence

• "My-My dad was arrested Friday night. He won't tell me why- he won't let anyone else tell me why and I don't know what else to do," you cry, "I miss him so much and its only been a few days- I don't- I don't have anyone else, Mr. Hazashi,"

• And you're crying again.

• He has you take the rest of the day off, in fact he takes the day with you

• He calls in a sub (you don't know what strings he had to pull for that but you don't ask, at this point you don't care) and you two dip

• He takes you to get food, real food, that'll make you feel better

• He knows that'll help a little

• and after that he takes you to get something sweet- that tends to help mood and blood pressure and anxiety

• So he does his best with you

• He nutures you the best way he knows how

• if you need anything and I mean ANYTHING this man has you covered

• He does his best to step up in any way he can

• first off he extends his assignment deadlines and cancels two tests. Who needs them anyway.

• And you eat lunch in his classroom because he can well tell you don't want to talk to anyone else right now

• He closes it off (seemingly) so in reality its just you and him

• He'll probably tell Aizawa too but on the downlow (just so he knows)

• When holidays roll around, the dorms close.

• In this case- he let's you stay with him. He has an extra bedroom. He doesn't want you to stay in an empty house.

• You also get his phone number (which you gladly use) for anything really

• Bored? He'll deliver some shitty puns.

• Confused about homework? Text him.

• having a mental breakdown? He's got you covered.

• You got memes? Please for the love of God send them to him.

• The dynamic eventually shifts to a VERY father daughter relationship.

• He knows he'll never replace your dad. He understands that wholeheartedly, but he wants you to have someone

• He actually gets a letter from your dad, thanking him for taking care of you

• but he really doesn't mind

Aizawa:

• He had a feeling that there was something going on at home. Or rather, a lack of something.

• He's dealt with it in the oast- with himself and with past students and current ones

• Shinsou

• I mean, aside from that fact whenever parents were mentioned, you'd either stiffen up or wrinkle your nose

• You didn't really like the subject of parents

• There was an essay prompt about parents (nothing too personal) nd you ended up writing it on the extinction of dinosaurs and why God fucked up instead

"It'd be absolutely stellar to see huge lizards roaming the earth and occasionally stepping on people, you know? Jurassic park was onto something."

• Man's couldn't even fail you on it because it was written v well

• Anyway, he doesn't pry too much. He just silently figures it out by process if elimination and pattern.

• He doesn't really care too much

• In the sense if it doesn't define you and he doesn't help you because he pities you

• he helps you because he seems potential

• He takes you under his wing with shinsou

• Yall spend a whole summer training

• And that's when it all came out

• It was an accident really.

• Shinsou was tired, exhausted really

• and when people get tired- that tired- sometimes they spout random shot they wouldn't usually say

• and thats what he did

• he went on about his home life

• and if he could, you could too right?? You could trust them.

• "My dad walked out when I was a kid. Little, like 3. I have a few pictures of him holding me, but I guess it wasn't enough. I don't have any desire to meet him. Not anymore. But it left me feeling like I did something wrong? I guess? Which I suppose is why I train. Because then I feel strong. Which is a good difference from how it usually feels."

• He knew it.

• He called it.

• He was right again.

• He reassures you that you are good enough, strong enough, and his decision to leave had nothing to do with you

• and when he saw you give him a soft smile, he warmed.

• I mean really, it only goes up from there

• he'll deny it, or grumble under his breath, but he seems you two as his own

• Like these aren't my kids but they are my kids

• When dorms close on holiday yall get to stay because that's where he lives too

• Like if you chose too

• he's not gonna force you to stay but if you don't want to go home, you don't have too

• He has that power

• He will buy you food

• all you gotta do is ask

• and he'll roll his eyes and grumble something he doesn't really mean, just secretly happy that you feel comfortable enough around him to ask for something

• lmao family group chat

S: 'Hey Mr. Aizawa I found this cat. Hold on lemme send a pic'

A: 'Dont need a pic. Bring him home'

Y: 'What if he's ugly??'

A: 'gremlin. Bring him home.'

Y: 'Hey I saw this tweet that said 'kids be like watch this and do a half roundhouse spin kick clap and waste my fucking time' and it make me think of you.'

S: @ mr. Aizawa when he has to watch deku do sumn

Y: Lmaoooo like when he threw the baseball

S: LMAOO

A: Me watching you too try to figure out how to beat me in training

Y: Yikes bro

S: That was a rough one

• Does he regret giving you and shinsou his number??

• Maybe

• Not really

• Lmao super secret lunch movie days

• Every week on wendesday yall watch a movie. Usually it takes 2 or 3 days to watch the movie since lunch is only 70 minutes

• @ you accidently calling him dad one day and shinsou snickering but it stuck

• dadzawa lmaoo

Allmight:

• Man's has 2 underlings.

• You and Deku.

• Picked you up when he started teaching at UA

• Ion know let's say one day you popped off bc he said some dumb shit and you were like no sir that's clearly wrong

• schooled him in his own damn subject

• the other kids were like 😳

• what the fuck

• Anyway

• He see's you have potential

• And though he's not the best teacher, you seem to respond better to the way HE was taught

• So tbh its easier to teach you

• 'okay, now I want you to beat the shot out if that wall,'

'Okay lmao bet'

• Midoriya is like, hey mayhaps we should analyze the situation

• N ur like noe

• You just don't give a fuck

• about anything really

• other than moving up the ranks

• But even then- its not a super super big deal, you're just gonna do your best but you aren't gonna stress

• However he noticed a pattern w you (even before Midoryia brought it up to him)

• You don't let anyone in

• Midoryia knows a bit more than the other students but that's really only because he's always with you

• a good majority of the week he's w you

• but its not really a deep connection

• you don't rely on either of them

• You do your best to do things on your own.

• He knows midoryias life story

• he knows why he acts the way he does

• but he doesn't know why you do

• he has a gut feeling it could be the same as midoryia

• I mean he already had one kid who's dad dipped

• he'll surely be able to figure out you too??

• So he makes himself a promise that he'll figure it out and he'll become someone you trust

• And he does just that

• When you tell him about your nightmare of a family history he's like mm, makes sense

• but he's happy that you trust him!!!

• He's a BIG suckered for movie nights

• he's got popcorn, snacks, candy, chocolate, soda- he's prepared

• list of movies lined out all ready

• I lowkey feel like he'd be into lord of the rings or fast n furious

• fast n furious at LEAST

• He's really into American action movies

• and he has no problem sharing those movies with you

• he doesn't have a whole ton of money, like he's not rich, but if you or midoryia need something he's definitely there to get it for you

• even if ur like fam no you don't need too

• he'll buy yell food a lot

• a l o t

• and cards

• when you and midoryia get him a father's day card he thinks he's gonna cry

• You guys also have a group chat

• 'da faemilee'

• Y: "Hey dad do you have milk?"

A: "???? Do I have milk????"

Y: "ya I'm looking in your fridge n ion see any???"

A: "How'd you even get in????"

Y: "Izuku."

I: "lmaoo"

Y: Izuku you dumb bitch I left for ONE day

Y: And you got into a fight with Bakugou

I: He wanted to throw hands. I just did what you would do.

A: He's got you there

A: What do you guys want for dinner

I: Sushi

Y: Chicfila

Y: Izu square up

I: K

Y: Izu is fighting kacchow again

A: Beat his ass young midoriya

Y: Lmaoooooo

#hizashi x daughter reader #hizashi x reader #aizawa x hizashi #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #present mic #present mic x reader #aizawa x child reader #aizawa x daughter reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #all might #all might x reader #mha toshinori

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fatkish · 1 month

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Heyy, i wanted to request a Eresermic im which Aizawa has a biological daughter, but she is being bullied and they noticed when she was already thinking in ending it all.

I understand if this is too dark, i just lived something similar and my parents blamed me, so some confort would be apreciared hahaha

Thankss, i love your writing 🩷

(Oh my gosh, this hits so close to home because this happened to me. My parents grew up in the era where if boys were mean to you it was because they like you. So when I begged them to do something about my bullies, they did nothing. Needless to say, my childlike innocence was the only reason why I’m alive. Although I may be doing better than I was back then, nothing can erase the trauma from the unintentional neglect from my parents. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll be basing this somewhat off of my own experience and I’ll be putting it in the Pro Heroes x Inner Child Series)

Erasermic x Aizawa’s Bullied Daughter Reader

(TRIGGER WARNING: This story has mentions of bullying, harassment, allusions to suicide and suicidal thoughts, depression and other potentially triggering topics. Please be advised)

Since you basically have two dads, you refer to Hizashi as papa and Shouta as dad

Your quirk was called restraint. Basically if you called someone by their real, full name, you could temporarily restrain them as long as you focused on them

But just like your dad, you also had to be able to see your target

But unlike your classmates, you were a late bloomer. You developed your quirk at age 8, which led to you being bullied by your peers

You knew that your dad’s worked really hard and that their jobs were really stressful at times. So the last thing you wanted was to be another source of stress for them. Which is why you didn’t tell them about the bullying

You were 11 when you just couldn’t take it anymore. You tried to deal with the situation on your own, you tried to fight your bullies who even started making fun of your dad’s being a couple

You tried not to let anyone’s words affect you but after so many years, you started to believe them too. And you began to bully yourself

You would tell yourself that your dad’s already had enough stress on their plates and that you were just a burden on them. You had started to mentally and physically beat yourself up

The bullies had started to use their quirks on you, resulting in bruises which you would hide with makeup that your Aunt Nemuri had gotten you since you started to develop acne

Since your dads would get home late, you had plenty of time to get home and cover up any wounds

One day, you just had enough

You decided that you were better off dead. You decided that you would take your own life after you got home and would leave a note before leaving the house so your dads wouldn’t have to deal with the body

Unknown to you, Aizawa had gotten a call from one of your teachers who was concerned about you. She had seen you fighting and decided to give Aizawa a call since your grades and overall performance had declined significantly

Aizawa had informed Hizashi of the call and they decided to go home early and wait for you. They believed that you were going through puberty and the hormonal changes were effecting your performance and were the cause

Imagine their surprise when you get home, covered in bruises, a busted lip that was still bleeding and a completely dead look in your eyes

Seeing their precious baby in such a state they immediately started to worry and begged you to talk to them

They had prepared your favorite food for dinner and even got you your favorite dessert as a treat. Seeing how sweet they were, you broke down and confessed your pain and your plan

Hizashi was balling his eyes out and wrapped you in his arms while Aizawa had clenched fists with tears in his eyes.

Aizawa made the call to your school demanding a talk with the principal and the parents of your bullies. While Aizawa was setting that up, Hizashi had you sit on the couch while he tended to your wounds, disinfecting them, cleaning them and bandaging them

He told you that he loves you even though you’re not his biological kid, you’re HIS little listener, his favorite kid in the whole world. He then picked you up and smothered you in hugs and kisses

Aizawa came back into the room and brought the food

That night, you guys are on the couch as you snuggled together under a blanket and watch your favorite movie

The next day, Aizawa and Hizashi dropped you off at UA with Nemuri, while they had a talk with your teachers and bullies. They decided that homeschooling would be the best for you right now since they want to make sure you heal mentally, physically and emotionally from this before you go back

They had told Nedzu what happened and he agreed that for the meantime, until you were mentally stable again, the safest bet would be to have you do your homeschooling at UA where you’ll be surrounded by people who can help you and prevent you from doing anything detrimental to yourself

Needless to say, they love you and you are their whole world and you’re the reason why they fight to come home. You’re their motivation and the reason they fight to protect

(I hoped this helps you and that you guys enjoy this)

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m6bjo4fu0 · 2 years

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My Hero

why do I miss you so damn much, even after 15 years?

Shirakumo Oboro x gn!reader

Warnings: definitely spoilers lmao, mentions of death, change of mha plot, resolved angst, probably terrible bc its kinda rushed lol

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“Let’s fight again after the internship!”

That was almost 15 years ago, meaning it’s been over a decade since Oboro’s death. Time flies, huh.

You shook off your thoughts as you walked through the dark hallways of Taurus, footsteps echoing down the path. In front of you are Detective Tsukauchi and Gran Torino, guiding you to Oboro- Kurogiri’s cell. You let out a shakey breath at how ironic it is that Oboro (white cloud) gets turned into Kurogiri (black mist).

You finally reached the cell, which is quite well-lit compared to the halls. There are guards everywhere, making you wonder who even pays for all this. After everything is ready, the finally door opened. The cell was nothing but a white chair in front of a piece of glass. Through the glass, Kurogiri was sitting there, cuffed and probably sleeping judging from the fact that his eyes aren’t visible.

“You may start.”

Kurogiri seemed to wake up from the sentence, a small yawn escaping the dark purple mist.

“Oh, a visitor! I believe I have seen you at the USJ before, I apologize for that incident. I’m glad to see that your injuries have recovered.”

Although now just a bunch of mist, you knew this is Oboro. Tsukauchi already told you what happened during Aizawa and Yamada’s attempt. They confirmed that Oboro is still within Kurogiri, and bringing up some memories seemed to trigger him. Not wasting a second, you started.

“Oboro, do you remember when we would always train on the beach? After that, the beach began to get dirtier and trash littered on the sand. A few months ago, an anonymous person cleaned the junk up. We should go train again sometime.”

Kurogiri’s bright yellow eyes seemed to raise up as if he’s raising a brow.

“I’m sorry, I don’t recall such memory.”

“Yes you do. Just think harder. I remember one time I tripped and you laughed at me before picking me back up with your clouds. You just dumped me into your arms and joked how I’m ‘dumb and needs a hero like you.’ I slapped your arm and you just kissed my forehead like I’m a child throwing a temper tantrum. Oboro,” you bit your lips before continuing, “Where did my hero go?”

Kurogiri’s mist seemed to twist in turn, as if he’s confused or frustrated.

“I-I’m Kurogiri, Shigaraki Tomura’s caretaker!”

“Oboro! I still remember in our freshman year, I failed physics and you helped me study for weeks! You gave my cheek a peck for every practice question I get right and a kiss on my lips for every page I get correct. You still owe me a date for getting A+ on that test!”

Tears were pooling, and your eyes widened when you saw a figure in the twisted mist. Oboro.

“Jaku General Hospi-“

He’s gone again.

“Oboro please! Remember the teddy bear you gave me on our first date? It’s still on my bed every night, and your voice always ring in my head. ‘It’ll remind you how amazing I am at clawing machines,’ you said. You even named it Hero because ‘it’s the hero of our relationship’.”

You slapped your palm on the glass, sobbing from the thought of your lover being made into this mindless ‘caretaker’.

“You always insisted to watch the Bee movie on our movie nights, and I always rolled my eyes at you because I know damn well you actually want to watch Shrek yet always play Kung Fu Panda. I wish to go back to those times, just to hear you make another one of those terrible hero puns again!”

Kurogiri was making incoherent noises as you clutched your heart with your free hand. You felt a solid near your chest, then you remembered what it was. You took off the locket and opened it at Kurogiri.

“Oboro, we took this picture on your 17th birthday when we went to the arcade! Shota and Hizashi were getting food so you insisted us to take a picture to ‘always be able to look back at this moment,’ and you made it into this locket on my birthday. You bragged how you also have a matching one so we wouldn’t miss each other, but why do I miss you so damn much, even after 15 years?!”

The heart shaped locket revealed two teens, crazy in love. The blue haired boy has an arm around his s/o, a big goofy grin on both of their faces. You remember how Oboro’s locket was organized with some of his other things during his funeral. The locket was somehow fine despite being pressed down by all the rumble, only a few minor scratches and stains on it. However, your heart ached when some of the rescue people said how even till the last moment, Oboro had been holding the locket in his palm.

Kurogiri’s twisting seemed to increase both in speed and magnitude, urging you to continue.

“Sometimes I look back at our relationship and my biggest regret was never saying how I feel about you. I love you, Shirakumo Oboro!”

The mist broke through the restrains, revealing an aged Oboro wearing Kurogiri’s clothes. Feint sounds of Taurus’s alarm rang through your ears, signaling you that there would be guards rushing to both you and Oboro’s sides soon. Oboro’s eyes widened when he finally broke through the mist barriers, the view of the cell no longer dark and misty. He met eyes with you again, and he rushed to the glass. The layer of glass blocked the two of you, but your foreheads were together, hands touching against the glass. Tears formed in his eyes as well, and you observed his features. His eyes, although pooled by the tears, still kept the sparkle. His nose, still with the strip of tape on top, had aged a bit, differencing him from his 17 year old self.

By then, Taurus guards have already entered his cell, capturing devices in hand to somehow catch the mist that’s wildly flowing through the room. The once goofy grin on the two teens now also grown into a more mature, reserved smile that painted across their aged features.

“Y/n, I love you too.”

Your irises locked together, admiring deep into each other. You wished the glass layer doesn’t divide the two of you. Fingers slid across the barrier, and you spoke.

“Thanks for being my hero.”

Author’s notes: this thought has beeen stuck in my head the whole day (plus Hero Too is playing i-💀)this sucks but idc

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Pretty Young Thing

A yandere Erasermic commission for an anon, I hope you like it bby!!

Aizawa Shouta x reader x Hizashi Yamada

TW non-con, breeding kink, pregnancy, surrogacy, pregnant sex, smut, age-gap, nsfw

“Don’t you think she’s a little young, ‘Zashi?”

“It’s up to you both how involved you are during the first stages and the overall pregnancy. Normally we suggest an initial meeting with the potential surrogate for all three of you to get a feel for one another and decide if you want to proceed with the arrangement, but should you wish, we can–”

“No,” he interrupts, sparing Hizashi a fleeting glance. “We want to meet her.”

Beneath the desk, his husband squeezes his hand.

Hizashi quirks an eyebrow, pausing midway through fixing his hair in the mirror. “Whaddya mean, babe? She’s in her twenties ain’t she?”

He’s not wrong, but that’s not the issue. They picked you, they both picked you, but there’s this lingering unease that he can’t seem to shake. It’s not so much your age specifically, he knows that you’re only a few years younger than the majority of the other women whose profiles they’d seen – you’re old enough to understand what you’re getting yourself into and agree to it, at any rate – it’s just that he doesn’t quite understand why somebody your age would want to do this.

And there’s something different about you, it’s just a feeling of course – he hasn’t yet had a chance to confirm his suspicions, but he wants to meet you and decide for himself.

“We do have a number of potential surrogates with promising Quirks if you’re considering pursuing that option for your child,” the Doctor told them, smiling as they flipped through page after page of profiles.

Hisako, 35, Quirk: Sun-flare

Nozumi, 26, Quirk: Mimic

Koharu, 28, Quirk: Seismic Wave

Chiyoko, 33, Quirk: Golden Whip

Yuzuki, 32, Quirk: Silencer

There’s dozens of them – which is more than he expected.

Aizawa knew coming in that this wasn’t normally the process, that this agency catered specifically to Heroes – was recommended by the Hero commission – but it still feels strange, just browsing through pages upon pages of potential candidates to carry their baby.

Was he supposed to be feeling some kind of emotion looking at these profiles? The women were all healthy, each of them attractive, in their own ways (nothing but the very best, the Doctor had reassured them with a smile). This woman, whoever they picked, she’d be carrying their baby, yes, but that was the extent of it. She wasn’t going to be a part of their lives beyond that, so what did it matter if she was nice or liked to cook or play tennis?

There were stats, of course. Their education and IQ’s and little snippets of history, but they were all impressive, otherwise they wouldn’t have been included. Were they supposed to choose based on their Quirk? One that might compliment his or Zashi’s? Quirks were troublesome things to begin with, and–

“Wait-wait, Shou, hold up,” Hizashi’s voice cut through his musings, long fingers wrapping around his wrist midway through turning the page. “Go back one.”

He does as he’s told, flicking the page back.

Y/N, 23, Quirk: N/A.

A lone eyebrow lifts. Quirkless, huh? A blank slate.

But that’s not what caught Hizashi’s eye.

“She’s kinda cute, don’tcha think, baby?”

It feels weirdly like a first date, nervous jitters and all – though he’d like to believe he’s better at suppressing that now then back when he was a teenager. Aizawa hasn’t bothered to shave, but his hair’s tied back in a loose bun and he’s pulled out a suit for the occasion – he’s even wearing a tie for fuck’s sake. Beside him, Hizashi’s ditched his usual leather jacket and ripped jeans for, well, nicer jeans and a button up floral shirt.

And then there’s you. Standing in the doorway of the cafe glancing around like a little lost lamb, he recognises you instantly from the picture on your profile, but the moment your eyes meet his he’s struck with the realisation that the picture didn’t truly do you justice.

Because you do look young (at least compared to their thirty odd years) and it might just be the hesitant smile adorning your face as you start to make your way over, or the charming little summer dress falling to your mid-thigh, swishing hypnotically with every step, but Shouta feels something catch in his chest the more he stares. You really are… what was the word ‘Zashi had used? Cute?

Yeah. You were cute.

The agency had offered to host this little meetup at their clinic, and while he hadn’t particularly cared one way or the other, Hizashi’d been insistent. He’d wanted this to feel ‘natural’.

‘I don’t really wanna meet our potential baby mama for the first time in some boring, sterile office, d’you?”

He’d only bitten back a sigh at the time, shaking his head. It wouldn’t have been worth upsetting him by reminding him that the girl was technically a glorified incubator. He had every intention of being involved in this process, but this initial meeting was to establish two things. Firstly, that after meeting them, you still felt comfortable with carrying their baby, and secondly, he wanted to make absolutely certain that you weren’t trying to get anything out of this.

Oh, he knew you were getting paid, handsomely, he’s sure, but the thought that you, or any of the women the agency had fobbed their way might not all be in this for altruistic reasons had crossed his mind.

You were just so young.

But he was more than happy to determine those two things in a ten minute meeting at the agency.

Hizashi was not, and so here they are.

Ten minutes in, and he finds himself glad of his husband’s insistence. Hands wrapped around your mug of coffee (you should enjoy it while you can) you chatter away with Hizashi, beaming and blushing, tripping over your own words in your nervousness.

You’re about as dangerous as a kitten, and he allows himself to relax enough in his seat to enjoy watching the blonde charm you.

“So why don’t ya tell us a little about yourself, songbird?”

“There’s really not all that much to tell,” you say with a sheepish laugh, but they listen as you talk anyway. It’s nothing the profile hadn’t already told them, nothing spectacular that would make you stand out in the crowd.

And yet, an hour and a half later, you’re trying in vain to distract him and Hizashi both so that you can slip your card in with the bill to pay for lunch, and Shouta finds himself oddly amused.

There were other candidates – ones with impressive Quirks, smarter than you, more accomplished than you, older than you–

“Ya sure you don’t want a lift, sweetheart? It’s no trouble.”

You smile again, demure little thing, and shake your head. “Oh no, really it’s okay. It’s not far and… I like the walk. Thank you, though.”

– but none nearly so endearing, he thinks.

And when they watch you disappear into the crowd, one final wave thrown over your shoulder, Hizashi’s fingers lace with his once more.

“So she’s our baby mama, huh?

He’s silent for a moment. “I suppose so.”

—

The agency recommended, at least in the initial stages before the implantation procedure took place, that any communication between the three of you should go through them.

Hizashi had your number programmed into his phone before you’d even left the cafe, and he’s been texting you every day since – to the point where it wasn’t unusual for Shouta to come downstairs and find Mic chuckling to himself, fingers dancing across the keyboard on his phone as he replies to whatever message you’ve sent.

Shouta, for his part, tends to message only to check in.

How are you feeling? Any side effects from the meds?

Your response comes a little slower than usual, and it’s almost an hour before finally he receives it.

Sorry they’re cracking down on us using our phones at work :(

Everything’s good so far! The doc said i should be on track for our appointment next week!

… is it weird that I’m a little excited haha?

His brow furrows at that. You hadn’t mentioned a job – at least not to him, he’d have to ask Hizashi later whether you'd said anything to him.

Why on earth were you still working? He’d seen the contracts, he knew exactly how much you were getting paid for this little venture, wasn’t that enough to support you?

He makes a brief mental note to make sure that whatever job you were working at, you stopped long before the baby was due. You might just be a surrogate, but he’d be damned if his baby was put in jeopardy because you were needlessly exerting yourself.

Nevertheless, his expression softens somewhat as he reads the second part of your message. You were excited, hm?

Well, that made three of you.

Both he and Hizashi’d been willing to come along to the clinic with you – he’d even submitted a formal leave request to take the day off from UA, but the Doctor had assured him that it wasn’t necessary.

“The procedure is quick and relatively painless. She’ll be home within a few hours, and so long as she remains off her feet and doesn’t undertake any strenuous activity, she will be perfectly fine.”

It hadn’t sat particularly well with Hizashi who’d spent the afternoon huffing and complaining about the clinic trying to kick them both out of the process. That much, he expected – he understood it to an extent; the agency catered specifically to Heroes, most of their clientele probably had busy schedules (which was true in their case as well). There wasn’t a need for them to be present at such a minor procedure, even if it did hopefully mark the beginnings of your pregnancy.

What he hadn’t expected was the twinge of discontent he felt settle in his own stomach. The Doc might’ve preferred they stay out of this, but at the end of the day he really didn’t give a shit what she or the agency wanted.

So he messaged you.

Do you want us there with you?

He watches those three little dots bounce for almost a solid minute before finally your reply comes through.

No, it’s okay, you don’t have to come. The Doc said it wouldn’t take long and I don’t wanna be a burden for you guys

It’s not really an answer to his question, and he briefly wonders if Hizashi might be right about the agency interfering, but he’s not going to fight you on it.

At least, that’s his plan until Principal Nezu pulls him aside at the end of a staff meeting and tells him that he’s found somebody to cover his classes tomorrow if he still wants the day off.

“Ya gotta go, babe. One of us should be there for our ‘lil mama.”

He asks you what time your appointment is and there’s a surprisingly pleasant fluttering in his stomach when you walk through the clinic doors and catch sight of him sitting in the waiting room.

It’s a momentary surprise – you almost do a double take, but a smile lights your face and you ignore the receptionist in favour of racing towards him.

“Shouta, I thought you weren’t coming!” Your arms wrap around his middle, squeezing tightly.

He finds himself returning your hug – albeit somewhat stiffly – but he’s glad he made the decision to come. The Doctor wasn’t wrong, you’re only in with her for just under twenty minutes, and when you come out there’s a tremble in your legs, but you seem otherwise fine.

It goes without saying that he’s driving you home, though you try once again to beg him off.

Kitten, when are you gonna learn that so long as you’re carrying his and ‘Zashi’s child, they’re going to go out of their way to make things easier for you – whether you want them to or not.

Yet your quiet discomfort on the drive home doesn’t slip past his attention. Maybe it’s because he’s become accustomed to your nervous rambling, but there’s something odd about the way you’re sitting so quietly, fingers twisting in your lap as you stare out the window. He knows that if Hizashi was here, he’d be chatting your ear off, but he’s never been one to fill silence with unnecessary small talk.

Though he can’t exactly help the way his own mind drifts. Are you in pain? The Doc didn’t say anything about there being any pain, only that you should rest over the next few days, so it shouldn’t be that. Perhaps you’re just lost in your thoughts – it’s strange for them having a surrogate, he can only imagine what’s going through your own head now that it’s actually begun. He hopes that you aren’t having second thoughts, almost opens his mouth to ask before thinking better of it.

You’re entitled to your thoughts and feelings, whatever they may be, and if you wanted to talk to him about them, you would.

It’s not until the scenery outside starts to change and the fancy sky-scrapers give way to dingy apartment blocks and dilapidated buildings, crammed in together too tightly that he realises that it’s not discomfort that’s written across your face, but embarrassment.

This was your neighbourhood?

Shouta recognises it, and really he should have picked up on it earlier when you’d given him the address – he’s spent more than a few nights patrolling the area. It’s a hotspot, not for the high-class, dangerous villains plastered across the news every night, but thieves and murderers. Petty thugs who prey on the weak, those addicted, with nowhere else to go… you live here?

Surely with the money you’re getting from the agency, and your job on top of that, you can afford a better neighbourhood.

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, watches as you all but shrink into your seat, and when you speak, your voice is little more than a whisper.

“You can just drop me off at the corner here.”

He pulls the car to a stop by the curb, and for a moment neither of you speak. He doesn’t know what to say, and judging from the way you’re nibbling on your bottom lip and glancing up at him, you don’t either.

“I–”

“Thank you,” you cut him off with a tight smile. “For coming today, and for… this. I-I really do appreciate it.”

The words aren’t quite sincere, but he only nods – noting the miniscule sigh that escapes your lips at the action. “Of course. Anytime you need us, just call, okay.” He waits for you to nod before continuing, “Do as the Doc said, rest.”

You all but scamper from the car after saying another goodbye, though Shouta waits until you’ve disappeared into the crumbling apartment block before driving off.

Maybe the inside is nicer, but he sincerely doubts it.

—

“You should’ve seen it, ‘Zashi.” The two of them are curled up on the love-seat, half empty containers of takeout littering the coffee table in front of them. “I just can’t figure out why she’d be living somewhere like that.”

The blonde frowns. He’d been messaging you throughout the afternoon, so he knew that the appointment had gone fine. It wasn’t that he expected to come home and find the erasure Hero jumping for joy, but the subtle discontent on Shouta’s face had been enough to make him pause.

“You’re worried about our ‘lil songbird?” he asks, pushing away just enough so that he could turn to study his face.

The short nod says plenty. Of course he is – even if you weren’t potentially carrying his child, you’re young, beautiful and far too innocent for your own good. In places like that, you were easy pickings, and you don’t even have a Quirk to protect yourself. His job requires him to assess his students’ strengths, their failings and weaknesses and their progress. He doesn’t need to see you in action to know that you wouldn’t be able to hold your own in a fight.

It bothers him.

“She’s not safe there.”

Hizashi hums, but instead of settling back against his husband’s side, he straightens up further. “Well, why don’t we go take a look-see, huh handsome? Make sure our sweet thing’s pad’s all safe ‘n sound, put your mind at ease. Whaddya say?”

As he stares into those imploring green eyes, Shouta knows that he should say no.

Concerned or not, there’s still a line, privacy that should be respected. He’s tired and this is the only night that they both have off this week. Your place is almost twenty minutes from theirs, and it’s already late – almost midnight. The list goes on, there are a thousand reasons that he should say no.

“Fine. Just for tonight.”

—

Two weeks later, the two Heroes receive a call from the agency; the blood test came back positive – you’re pregnant.

In the blink of an eye, at least to Shouta, this becomes startlingly real. You’re pregnant. They’re going to have a baby. Boy, girl, it doesn’t matter… You’re pregnant, and as his husband ends the call and yanks him by his collar into a fierce kiss, he realises how important this is.

How important you are, just by the virtue of carrying their baby.

They invite you over for dinner to celebrate, and while he’s never been one to flaunt the comfortable lifestyle he and Hizashi have, he does find it strangely pleasing to watch you wonder wide eyed through their apartment. He’d be the first to admit it’s big – bigger than they’d ever probably need, though with the baby on the way maybe they’ll finally be able to make use of all that extra space.

Mic grabs you by the hand, eagerly dragging you towards the nursery he’s already begun setting up. “Once I heard the good news, I just couldn’t wait to get started! Our little rockstar’s gonna have the sweetest crib, don’tcha think? Ain’t it amazing?”

He’s already started painting and there’s a wooden cot halfway assembled and the beginnings of a musical mobile pushed off to the side waiting for him to return to it. It’s hardly close to being finished, but you just grin, gazing at the mural he’s started on the walls. “It’s amazing,” you say.

“I knew ya’d like it!” he beams.

Shouta hangs back as Hizashi guides you through the rest of the apartment, chattering excitedly away. He likes seeing his husband happy, and somehow you manage to bring it out of him without even trying. It’s still early days but Shouta has to admit that already you’re more to him and Hizashi than he expected, or even anticipated. You fit well with them, seamlessly, as if you’d always been a part of their lives.

After dinner, they drive you home despite your protests, and Hizashi insists they walk you up to your apartment. You’re no doubt under the impression that they’re doing it to be gentlemanly, missing the shared looks between the two men as they pass the out of order elevator and tread down hallways with stained carpet and peeling wallpaper, ignoring the leering yellow eyes of your neighbour, peeking out from the crack in the doorway as they bid you goodnight, ‘Zashi squeezing you extra tight.

There’s an uncharacteristic hardness in his husband’s eyes as they both slip back into the car, “No way in hell are we lettin’ her stay here.”

On that at least, there’s no arguments from him.

—

Hizashi, unsurprisingly, is the one to bring it up.

The three of you are grabbing a bite to eat after your first ultrasound. This time, both of them had been insistent on being there, and he’s glad they were. Seeing that grainy image of their baby, hearing it’s heartbeat – strong and steady – had filled him with an emotion he’d never felt before.

It was happiness and excitement and wonder and awe all mixed up and wrapped into a gut punch that stole his breath away, and while Hizashi had burst into a loud fit of tears, burying his face in Shouta’s neck while reaching for your hand, he’d managed to keep his own at bay.

Mostly.

Regardless, you have little choice but to indulge them when they drag you out to one of the blonde’s favourite restaurants – on the proviso that they had you home in time to get ready for work.

“Songbird, there’s something the two of us have been meanin’ to ask ya.”

You perk up a little, hastily swallowing down your mouthful of food so you can reply, “Oh?”

He wonders if you notice the way your hand already instinctively drifts to your stomach, your barely there baby bump.

“Why’re ya livin’ in a place like that, sweetheart?” You freeze, the corners of your smile slipping, but Hizashi continues, “Ain’t the money from the agency enough? We know you’re working that other job as well… we just…”

Shouta can physically feel you tensing like a bunny caught in a trap, and he doesn’t know what possesses him to reach out, sliding a hand across the table as you pale, but you take it regardless.

“Talk to us. Please,” he begs. “We just want to understand what’s going on. You have to realise that it’s not exactly a safe neighbourhood, and it’s not just you we have to worry about anymore.” Dark eyes flicker pointedly towards your stomach.

It’s a dirty tactic, but that doesn’t mean it’s not the truth. Did you realise how much danger you were truly in? Not just from the common street thugs – though frankly he thinks it’s nothing short of a miracle that you’d managed to get this far unscathed – but any number of villains with a grudge against either one of them, or Heroes in general. If they found out a pretty, quirkless thing like you was carrying their baby, how long do you think it would take before they tracked you down and kicked through your door?

Your eyes flicker between the two of them, and you swallow shakily. “I-it’s…” you break off, taking a deep, steadying breath, “It’s all I can afford right now.”

“But, hun, what about–”

“I know,” you say. “The money for the surrogacy isn’t for me. It’s money I owe.”

Neither Hero speaks a word as you talk, telling them about your uncle, the man who raised you, how his business went under a few years back and you both lost almost everything.

Shouta isn’t surprised to find out that your uncle turned to loan sharks when the banks turned him away and threatened to take your house. Alarmed at the man’s blatant stupidity, yes, but not surprised. Your eyes start to water when you tell them about how he died a few months back – a hit and run – and the visit you were paid only a week later, informing you that your uncle’s debts were now yours, and payment had better come through quick.

Your hand’s trembling in his by the time you finish. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t have any options, I didn’t know how else to get the money, and they said that i-if I didn’t pay up, they-they’d–” a sob catches you unawares, and once again it’s Hizashi who’s out of his seat and at your side in a heartbeat, sliding into the booth beside you, pulling you into a one armed embrace.

It’s his eyes that you meet, and Shouta understands. He doesn’t need you to explain what threats were made. You were scared, terrified probably, and you had every right to be.

“I didn’t know what else to do,” you sniffle. “I’m sorry for lying to you.”

Really, he should be furious. Disappointed at the very least.

“Move in with us,” he says instead, ignoring your sudden, startled intake of breath. “At least until the baby comes.”

He should be, but this works better.

—

It takes a little longer than he’d like to convince you, but the two of them wear you down and a few weeks later Shouta finds himself carting boxes of your things up into the spare room in their apartment.

Despite the fact that you’re pregnant with their baby, you’re terrified of being a burden to the two Heroes, but it’s because of the baby that you eventually relent.

They want to be close, involved. They want to know that you’re safe – and their apartment’s state of the art security system will make sure of that when they’re not home with you. They want to make sure that you’re not exerting yourself, that you’re eating the right things and not running yourself ragged at a job you don’t need, stressing yourself out needlessly and putting the baby at risk.

All of that’s true.

It’s just not the entire reason.

At first, he convinces himself that it’s for Hizashi, as well as his own peace of mind, but he’s starting to wonder if that’s the full truth of it. Because of course he wants to keep a close eye on the pregnancy – he knows that this can’t be easy on you. You have no family left, and if you have any friends then they’ve done an excellent job of keeping you at arm's length.

You have nobody but them, and it does bring him some modicum of peace to know that you’re just down the hall if anything goes wrong.

Hizashi adores having you there with them, having somebody else to cook for, somebody to come home to at the end of a long day. More than a few times, they’ve both returned from a night of patrolling to find you curled up on the couch, fast asleep with a blanket over your legs and a book slipping from your fingers, having tried, and failed, to wait up from them.

You tune into Mic’s radio show on the nights you can’t sleep, and on the odd mornings that you wake up before either of them, they come downstairs to find bacon sizzling away in the pan, a pot of coffee already brewing. There’s something oddly charming about the way you pout while you pour it for them, knowing you can’t have any yourself.

“You’re a special kind of masochist, ya know?” Hizashi teases, sidling up beside you to grab a cup.

You sigh dejectedly. “I must be,” you reply as he plants a kiss on your cheek and squeezes your side affectionately, but it’s impossible to miss the sparkle in your eyes. You’re happy here, with them.

Shouta warns you from pushing yourself too much, but even he can notice the apartment’s tidier when they arrive home than when they left, the freshly baked goods sitting on the countertop that weren’t there yesterday.

“I just… I know I can’t pay you back for all of this, I just wanna make myself useful,” you tell him one night when he asks about it. “I still feel like I’m taking advantage of the both of you, staying here…”

“You’re carrying our baby, that’s enough,” he reminds you, his calm, steady voice brooking no disagreement. And yet, as dark eyes study your face, he can tell that it’s not enough for you, so he sighs, and in a quiet voice adds, “We like having you here.”

He likes having you there. Sitting at the dining room table, helping him grade papers, lounging around on their rare days off together – helping Mic set up the nursery, volunteering to go shopping with them for baby stuff. He’s lost count of how many pregnancy books you’ve bought, pouring over them with a fine tooth comb late at night – often falling asleep in the process, leaving him and Hizashi to carry you off to bed with a barely there kiss to your forehead.

You fit between them in a way he hadn’t quite expected. Not a burden, not an interloper, but as if there was always a place carved out for you with them, and it’s only now that they realise that there was something missing to begin with.

It doesn’t quite click until he finds his thoughts drifting towards you at work, his fingers drumming along the top of his desk so he can stop himself from reaching for his phone. He’s not usually so distracted teaching, and as the hours drag he finds himself glancing towards the clock on the wall, counting down the hours, minutes, until the day is done and they can return home to you.

Shouta can’t pretend for much longer that there isn’t something oddly satisfying watching your belly grow and your breasts swell as your pregnancy goes on. You’re glowing, and soft and beautiful, and he could kid himself and say that it’s just the normal effects of pregnancy, but there’s some part of him that’s strangely proud when your shirt rides up and he catches a glimpse of your baby bump – knowing it’s his child you’re carrying. His and ‘Zashi’s and yours.

And oh, he wishes that it was only pride that burns through his veins at the sight of you, barefoot and pregnant, pottering around the apartment. Hizashi’s the one to hold back your hair and rub your back soothingly when your morning sickness hits, but it’s Shouta who takes care of you when you start complaining about aching muscles and joints.

He tells himself that it’s purely about comfort, namely yours, ignoring the way you flush and stutter when he drags you up the stairs and pushes you gently towards the bed, telling you to lie down on your side.

It’s just a massage, yet the moment his fingers run along your soft skin and a breathy moan slips from parted lips, the very last vestiges of the facade he’d built up in his head crumble into dust.

You’re perfection. Bared and beautiful beneath him, making the prettiest noises for him as he works away at your muscles, expertly releasing all of your tension. He’s glad that your eyes are shut and you’re lost to the bliss, you don’t notice the way his breath hitches and becomes rough and heavy, the way his cock twitches in his sweats, blood flowing south as you arc into his touch.

Such a responsive little thing, aren’t you?

“You’re amazing,” you moan, and though you can’t see that either, Shouta smirks. “Please never stop.”

It’s a good thing he has restraint, because it’s taking absolutely all of his to stop himself from taking more.

He wants all of you.

Wants to tease and taste.

Take.

Wants to hear those pretty fucking moans take the shape of his name… Hizashi’s name.

And maybe he might have felt guilty for those perverse thoughts, for the way he wants to tear the rest of your clothes off and fuck you nice and proper, breed you–

If his husband hadn't been standing by the door, watching the two of you for the last ten minutes. Shouta doesn’t need to look to know that it’s not anger or jealousy burning in his gaze.

He knows that his husband’s far from disgusted, knows it from the way Hizashi grabs his wrist on his way back down the hallway, pulling him instead to their bedroom and shoving him back onto the mattress with a wicked grin.

There’s something positively feral in the blonde’s expression as he hovers over him, forcing Shouta back down with a hand splayed across his chest, the other reaching down to his sweats to free his aching, needy cock.

“You’ve been holding out on me, baby,” he sings.

—

They have time.

Your due date is still months away, and you’re comfortable, here with them.

There’s no reason for you to consider leaving until the baby’s born, and Shouta is adamant about keeping it that way. Hizashi can huff and puff and moan all he likes, he knows that they have to take this thing with you slowly. He won’t risk spooking you and losing any chance they have.

That’s not to say that he doesn’t empathise with the blonde, what with all the affectionate hugs and touches you thoughtlessly bestow, the way you’ll plonk yourself down on the couch between them so they can feel when the baby’s kicking.

Hizashi’s gotten to the stage where he’ll drop to his knees to shower your stomach in kisses when he gets home of an evening before sweeping you up into a hug of your own, his face a mask of perfect innocence when he catches sight of his husband’s less than impressed expression over your shoulder.

Having you here with them, this little temporary faux family dynamic the three of you have found yourselves in is easy, domestic and nice. It should be enough, but it’s not.

“It’ll be weird, going home after this,” you hum absentmindedly one night.

Preoccupied with the noodles you’re toying with in your bowl, you miss the sharp look shared between both men.

“Whaddya mean, sweetheart?”

If you notice the odd stiffness to the words, you pay it no mind, simply shrugging. “I mean once the baby’s born. I dunno, I think I’ve become too comfortable here freeloading off of the two of you…” you glance up, smiling a little. “Going back to work and finding a place on my own again, starting fresh, it’ll be different, that’s all. Not bad different,” you hasten to clarify at the blonde’s nearly stricken face, “just… different.”

“Well it’s not like we’re gonna be forcing ya out, hun! You’re always welcome to jam with us for as long as you want.”

You shake your head with a rueful little laugh, “We both know I can’t do that. You’ll have the baby to worry about and the last thing I want is to feel like some awkward interloper, always getting in the way – especially after everything you guys have done for me.”

Hizashi’s fingers dig into the meat of his thigh, tightening with every word out of your mouth.

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m not saying I’m never going to come around to hang out or anything, but once this baby comes I’m gonna have to figure out what I’m going to do with my life.” Your eyes meet his, wide and hopeful, and Shouta’s reminded once again of just how young you really are. “I can go anywhere, do anything. It’s kind of exciting, don't you think?”

It was a mistake, to think that you’d come around to them on your own.

You were young and naive, still living out a rose tinted fantasy where the world was your oyster and all you needed to do was reach out and take it. And maybe he’s partially to blame for that, taking your problems and getting rid of them, making you feel safe and comfortable, not realising that that security didn’t extend outside of these four walls, outside of their protection.

They need you, but kitten did you ever stop to think that you need them, too?

Shouta had made the mistake of forgetting how this all came to be – you hadn’t wanted a family, you were just trying to save your own skin. You still think that you can make it on your own, without them.

He supposes he shouldn’t blame you for your misplaced idealism, it’s only natural after all. Some people just don’t know what’s best for them.

They need to be shown.

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You don’t stir as your bedroom door swings open.

Not as Hizashi pulls back your sheets, groaning softly at the sight of your swollen breasts and precious baby bump, stretching against the confines of your silk pajamas. “Ain’t she a fuckin’ dream, Shou?”

Not as the blonde busies himself in carefully sliding your sleep shorts down your legs, or even as Aizawa gathers up your wrists, pressing a kiss to each one, and binds them to the headboard with his capture weapon.

“Gentle, ‘Zashi,” he murmurs when the blonde crawls up on the bed beside you. “Nothing too rough.”

You wake as long fingers caress your cheek, tilting your face towards him so he can kiss you properly.

Shouta hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but bathed under the soft glow of moonlight from your window, he watches your eyes flutter open, the momentary confusion that flashes across your face followed by realisation, horror, as you try to jerk back and cry out–

Only Hizashi doesn’t give you the opportunity, winding his hand through your tresses and anchoring you against him, forcing your lips open so that he can deepen the kiss and groaning appreciatively when a terrified whimper escapes you.

You still haven’t noticed Shouta kneeling on the bed between your legs, too preoccupied by Hizashi’s tongue sliding against yours. “Relax, kitten,” he says, laying his palm on your thigh, letting his thumb glide over the smooth skin.

“Let us take care of our cute ‘lil baby mama, yeah songbird?” Hizashi adds, breaking away from the kiss with a lovesick grin.

Tonight is solely about you. Your pleasure, whether they have to tease it from you willingly or not.

Your tears are kissed away, your broken little pleas swallowed under ‘Zashi’s greedy lips as Shouta shuffles down the bed, nudging your thighs further apart so he can lie between them.

The keening cry that leaves you at the first stroke of his tongue against your warm sex is a thing of beauty.

Blood rushes to his cock as you writhe, and he tightens his grip as much as he dares to keep you locked in place as he delves in again. There’s little finesse to the way that Shouta eats your pussy – it’s a simple study of reactions; the way you gasp and shudder when the tip of his tongue circles your clit, the way your pussy clench and quiver around the muscle when he eases it inside of you, massaging your spongy walls.

Never one to be left out, Hizashi decides that there’s a better use of his attention than just your lips. With your arms bound, he’s not able to take your top off entirely so he settles with yanking it down, freeing your breasts.

“Fuck baby, you’re so pretty. Look atcha!”

Your tits must be tender and aching, because the moment Hizashi’s mouth envelops one of your nipples, sucking at the pert nub, a fresh sob bursts from your lungs and you’re trying desperately to wriggle away.

Hizashi just frowns, breaking away for a second to brush a stray lock of hair back behind your ear, “Ah shit, sorry babe! I’ll be gentle, promise.”

Shouta’s far too preoccupied by the intoxicating taste of your sweet cunt to notice whether he actually does or not, but he trusts him not to push you too far. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.

Your baby bump is cute and all, but Shouta wishes that it wasn’t blocking his view of your face – he wants to watch every little expression as he slides two thick fingers into your dripping cunt and your hips buck up to meet him. It’s a twisted kind of pride he feels, pride fused with filthy, maddening pleasure as he pulls a string of choked moans from you with just a few shallow thrusts of his fingers.

His jaw’s slicked with your juices, your cunt sucking his fingers deeper when he turns his attention back to your poor, neglected clit. He can tell that you’re close, not just from the needy whimpers and the way your muscles are tensing beneath him, but the desperate canting of your hips, rocking up against his face even as you beg for relief.

“Shouta, Shouta, please– oh god, please stop, p-please!”

He longs to wrap a fist around his throbbing cock, desperate to help relieve the burning ache deep in his gut as you cum for the first time on his tongue. Or better yet, maybe have Hizashi wrap that perfect mouth of his around his cock and suck him off–

But now’s not the time for him to be greedy.

Rough fingertips prod at your walls, searching for that hidden little spot that’s gonna make you go wild–

You almost convulse when he finds it, and Shouta can’t help but smirk against your cunt as you tighten and quiver around his digits. With Hizashi playing with your tits, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck, Shouta’s lips wrapped around your clit, tongue flicking at the sensitive pearl as he suckles on it and long, thick fingers driving you to madness with each and every stroke, it’s too much for your poor, pregnant, oversensitive body to handle.

You cum with a strangled shriek, and Shouta almost moans at the flood of juices that gush from your trembling cunt onto his waiting tongue.

“How’s she taste, baby?” Hizashi asks, green eyes blown wide, his own erection straining against his leather pants.

Shouta doesn’t waste a beat, pushing himself up with one arm and grabbing his husband’s wrist with the other, yanking him into a fierce kiss – letting him taste your honeyed juices on his tongue.

Fingers tangle in dark locks, tugging him closer, and ‘Zashi lets out a low, throaty groan. It’s rough and eager, a slow burning frenzy that makes the blood in his veins sing with excitement. With their lips still locked, the blonde hastily yanks at the zipper on his pants, freeing the painfully hard member with a tight hiss.

But when he finally does break for air, it’s not Shouta that he addresses, but you, lying spent, crying and breathless between them, beautiful in your fucked out state.

“You can’t expect to put on a show like that and not get me all worked up, sweet thing,” he coos, taking his flushed, throbbing cock in hand and giving it a few slow, cursory pumps. “I’m gonna fuck ya so good, baby – have you singin’ like a little birdie for me,” his eyes meet Shouta’s, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “Nothin’ but the best for our cute ‘lil wife. Whaddya say, songbird? Lemme make you feel all nice and special, yeah?”

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yandere!EraserMic x Reader

Mic skips a couple of steps and brings their darling home earlier than planned.

18+ only

tw: mention of blood, kidnapping, restraints

Hizashi felt panic bubble up his throat as he aggressively ran his fingers through his hair. This wasn't good, he wasn't good. He fumbled around trying to pull out his phone so he could message Shota.

-Sho, when are you getting home???

Probably in a few hours...-

why-

Shaking, the blonde continued:

-I brought her home

Hizashi was convinced he'd burn a whole in the rug with his pacing. Staring at his phone screen it looked like Shota was responding, then it stopped, started, stopped, and started. Finally after what felt like forever he got a simple reply:

I'll be home in 15 -

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"Mic, what did you do?" Aizawa sighed. The grumpy man intended to scold his partner but he couldn't bring himself to do so when Mic was so close to a full on panic attack.

"She agreed to meet up with her ex, he was talking about getting back together and I panicked."

Aizawa sighed; he understood where his partner was coming from. Even though Hazashi had abandoned their plan to wait, he was no longer surprised by Mic's actions. There was an understanding between the pair as the atmosphere softened.

Mic lead him down the basement stairs, instead of using the overhead light there was already a dull glow from nightlight that allowed the Pro Heroes to see well enough. On the bed in front of them the comforter rose and fell along with the breath of their darling.

"She should be asleep for another hour or two," Mic whispered. "I only cuffed one wrist to the bed, I figured without her quirk she won't be too troublesome."

Aizawa lovingly rolled his eyes. His partner was such a softy. Nodding in agreement he moved the blanket aside to see the clunky metal quirk-cancelling cuff encircling her ankle. The two had plenty of equipment from their jobs that allowed them to make a "safe" space for their girl.

The couple had stumbled across you on accident; you worked at the new cat cafe that opened near their home. The two quickly became regulars and you snagged their hearts when you recognized them as cafe regulars. They went every Sunday, you had their orders memorized and even told them which cats seemed to miss them the most. Hizashi fell hard and fast. It wasn't until Aizawa found you crying in the ally after one of your shifts that your fate was sealed. You told him that one of the cats ran out of the cafe earlier that day got hit by a car. Learning about the death of a cat wasn't the only thing breaking his heart.

When he got home that evening he told Hizashi. They both agreed that you needed to be protected, shielded from the pain of reality, and never subjected to cat-death-by-car ever again. Essentially they baby proofed their home for you. Anything dangerous (from silverware to chemicals) was locked away. Eraserhead installed cameras throughout the house that streamed to both of their phones. The windows were locked and shatter resistant and they even installed a top of the line security system.

Then came the stalking, both kept tabs on you - in their minds they both casual about it. Aizawa even visited you (broke in) one night to bug your phone. This was how the learned about your ex. The breakup was amicable enough that you two occasionally checked in on each other. After all, you had been together from middle school all the way through your teens. The two of you just wanted and were ready for different things.

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Sure enough, two hours later they could hear your faint scream travel up from the basement. Mic had taken care of the acoustics, of course. He made sure that not a peep could be heard from outside of the house; even before you were in the picture this was in place for his quirk. Between each floor of their house he also added sound minimizing flooring and installation. They needed to be able to hear you but also maintain their sanity.

"M-mr. Yamada? Mr Aizawa?"

Your wide eyes were filled to the brim with tears. As Mic sat on the edge of the bed you withdrew as far as you could from him.

Aizawa seemed more conscientious of your space; instead he knelt in front of the bed so he was at least on your level.

He was the first to speak, "There's no need to scream, y/n, you're safe here. It's just Zashi and I."

The tears finally spilled over. You tried asking them to let you go, that you wouldn't say anything. You told them you had work this evening (even if you didn't) and that they'd know something was wrong if you didn't show up. What made it worse was that the men just kept nodding, taking in every plea you made.

Finally Mic cut you off, "You don't have to worry about work anymore, me and Sho are gonna take care of you, it'll be great. We won't have to wait a whole week to spend time together."

"You can't," You hiccupped, "this is illegal. Once they find out you'll be in trouble."

It was as if they didn't hear you. Mic just kept rambling about what you three could do together and how perfect everything was and how you'd love living with them.

Aizawa on the other hand sighed and indicated to Mic that he should get off the bed. "It's a lot to take in right now, new environments can be scary. You should get some more rest, Zashi gave you a pretty strong sedative."

That explained the pounding in your head. You didn't bother to keep yelling as the ascended the stairs. Instead you focused on not crying. You kept telling yourself that now wasn't the time for tears. You needed to get away from your abductors. You had never been in handcuffs before, you tried pulling against the bed frame in hopes that something would give way. As you expected, nothing really happened. The cuff was secured tightly around your wrist and with every pull came a dull pain in your hand. There wasn't anything useful within your reach.

After crying on the bed for what felt like an eternity you were all out of tears. You thought back to a movie you saw last summer, this detective was cuffed to a furnace and he pulled his hand free. However, that guy definitely lost the flesh on his hand and probably broke something. Your stomach churned at the thought. Then your mind wandered to terrible things the men could do to you. What if they were cannibals? Or wanted to sell your organs on the black market? Weighing the pros and cons you began to pull violently away from the bedpost. The metal dug into your skin and you couldn't help but scream. Hopefully your captors wouldn't come until you were free. There was a small window at the very top of the adjacent wall maybe you could squeeze through.

The searing pain became too much and you stopped to collect yourself. There were already gashes along the base of your wrist and blood coated the handcuffs. You stifled a cry as you resumed your work. You let out a blood-curdling scream when you felt a pop. Instead of freedom, you felt even more trapped. Your thumb looks wrong and looked like it was caught half way in the handcuff and halfway out. Movies make everything seem so much easier.

Light poured in as the door to the basement opened. Panicking you concealed the evidence under the blanket. Both of your hands and parts of your clothes were painted with blood.

"Hey kitten," Aizawa cooed. "We brought you some water. Are you feeling any better."

It was Mic who noticed first. You flinched as his hands cupped your face, his thumb ran along your cheek and you felt something slick.

His voice was rushed and panicked, "Sweet girl, this is blood. Shota come here, y/n is bleeding."

The blonde man handles your face and neck trying to find the source of the bleeding.

You pulled the blanket tighter, "I'm okay, please let me go."

Then Aizawa noticed the specks of blood on the sheets. He tugged at the blankets until you couldn't hold on any more. You were really only holding on with one good hand. You couldn't recall seeing that much emotion on his face in the past.

"Mic go get the first aid kit, now," Eraser's voice was strained and quiet but it sent the other man scattering up the stairs. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the cuff. Instinctively your cradled the hand to your chest, crying for the umph-teenth time that day. The scruffy man pulled you on to his lap, cradling your head to his chest like you would a child.

"You're okay, Mic's gonna get the first aid kit and we're gonna get you all taken care of."

When it came to flight or fight involving direct confrontation, you chose the third option: freeze. You focus on your breathing as the man continued to soothe you. You could hear Mic nearly throw himself down the stairs as he made his was back to your side.

Mic was gentle with your wound, after cleaning the blood off the cuts were visibly deep but not as bad as it seemed. Aizawa told him that it looked like your thumb was dislocated and that he would fix it once the bleeding stopped.

As Hizashi continued to apply pressure you were able to hear him sniffling as he held back tears of his own. Aizawa reached over to comfort Mic as he continued his fawning over you, "You're safe, everything's okay now. We should've known that you would get scared, all by yourself down here. We won't leave you alone again, especially while you're adjusting to your new home."

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Yandere/Breaking in

Day 19 of Spicytober featuring Luna! Hizashi Yamada x Omega! Reader.

(I do not own Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spice, or brew of coffee, move on. @lhcartoonist has requested to be tagged in the Hizashi stories.)

Wc: 2, 441

Tw: Yandere, breaking in, mention to character death, pregnancy.

Read my villain au I did with BNHarem for a kind of prequel although this story can stand alone.

You were running as fast as you could away from the cabin in the woods that you had grown to love and it became home to you. You had recently found out that your mate had killed someone and he was a dangerous person. His personality had changed ever since the disappearance of Endeavor from the mansion. You didn’t suspect it until you had seen him outside late at night over the newest gravesite, he had made ranting and raving at the air.

You were scared out of your mind for yourself and your unborn child when you saw him like this and you bolted from the cabin. You had an idea in your mind to try and escape by climbing the wall and running for the city. You didn’t exactly know what you wanted to do but all you did know was that you had to get away from him. You saw the tall, stone wall coming into your view, a small spark of hope rose in your chest and you approached the wall. You began to climb it but you only fell to the ground again, and again, and again. The last time you fell from the wall, tears fell from your face and mixed with the blood from the scrapes on the palms of your hands.

You glanced up a little from the ground to see the leather boots of the man you had grown to fear standing in front of you. He knelt and pulled your head up by the back of your hair to have you face him. “Well, well, well. Did you have fun with your little temper tantrum and your rather lousy attempt to try and escape from me? Well, play time is over. You know where to find me when you’re ready to apologize. Come when you’ve calmed down. If you don’t apologize by tonight, you’ll have to sleep outside, but only for tonight as I don’t want my Darling to get sick.” He spoke then dropped you back to the ground and walked back into the forest. You sobbed for a little while longer to get the emotion out of your system before you stood up and wiped the tears from your face. You looked over to the giant white mansion that was known as the Big House by the members living inside and over to the forest where Hizashi laid waiting for you. You shook your head and decided to try your luck up at the Big House. You shakily walked up the stone path to the front door of the Big House which opened before you even had to knock. On the other side was Kurogiri. You relaxed at the sight of the Nomu and he looked at you with concern. “Hello Y/n, how may I assist you?” He asked “Can I stay here tonight? Hizashi and I aren’t doing too well.” You spoke. The Nomu’s bright yellow eyes widened slightly and he opened the door a bit wider to let you inside. He walked with you to the great hall where the Boss mostly did his business. “I believe you about your situation with Hizashi. But you need to report it to the Boss before I can put you in the guest room for the evening.” He told you. You nodded in agreement and he opened the door for you to enter.

“Boss? Y/n is here to tell you something.” Kurogiri announced. “Let them come in.” You heard the former hero’s voice sound from somewhere within the room. Once you were in the room, Kurogiri turned the light on, illuminating the room. You say Gang Orca sitting in his chair, looking over at you and the Nomu. “What may I help you with this evening, Y/n?” The orca man asked “Hizashi has been acting strange since the disappearance of Endeavor and Recovery Girl telling him that I’m pregnant. Do you know why he might be acting like he’s gone crazy? I’m scared for my life.” You told him. “How is he acting strange? Has he harmed you in any way?” He asked. You hesitated as you thought back to when he was raving over the gravesite, and the words that he said to you when you tried to climb the wall which wasn’t a good idea in your state. You told Kugo what happened and his eyes widened. “I will call him here to talk in the morning. Kurogiri, set Y/n up in my guest room for the evening. They are our family.” He spoke The Nomu bowed to him, then gestured for you to follow him out of the room. Before you left the room, you turned and thanked the leader for his help. He told you that this was nothing and to have a good night. You left the room and followed Kurogiri up the flight of stairs and down a hallway to the leader’s guest bedroom where he let you inside. You went inside and looked around the room. It was spacious and looked rather comfortable. There was a small kitchen by the bathroom like in Hizashi’s room. You took a deep breath as Kurogiri pulled down a set of linens and some blankets for you to nest in if you so wished to. He set them on the bed before looking to you. “If you need anything, just say my name and I’ll be here.” “Thank you, Kurogiri. I’ll be alright for the time being.” You spoke. The man bowed to you before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

When you heard the door click closed, you laid down on the bed being worn- out from the events of the afternoon, and fell asleep. You woke up a little while later to the noises of a thunderstorm pounding down on the roof. You sat up and wrapped yourself in a blanket before making yourself a cup of tea in the kitchen. You jumped when you saw a flash of lightning strike and light up the whole room. You turned slowly and saw that no one was there. You went back to the bed and began to make a nest. You managed to finish your temporary nest when the kettle began to boil. You sighed and got up to pull the kettle off the stove and pour the water into your mug and took a deep breath. You turned to go back to the bed when another flash of lightning light up the room and you saw Hizashi on the balcony looking into the room, a smile plastered on his face. You let out a scream as you dropped your mug, making it shatter across the tile floor. You called for Kurogiri, who portaled into your room and saw Hizashi on the balcony as well. “Get behind me!” He called out. You hid behind the Nomu as you heard glass breaking. “So, the boss has you caring for her now? Isn’t that just a treat? Move aside, Oboro.” He said in a serious tone as he stepped through the broken glass door and stood in front of him. “You know that I don’t prefer that name anymore. I won’t move. How you’ve been acting after the Boss told you to get rid of Endeavor has scared your mate. They’ve come to us in seeking refuge. Now if I must, I will portal you out of here and directly to the Boss. I don’t think you want that do you, Hizashi?” He responded.

Your eyes widened as everything seemed to make sense now. You remembered the quarreling between Endeavor and Hizashi after the former flame hero had made advances at you and his quick disappearance the next day. You didn’t know that it was Hizashi that had been ordered to kill him. You held back your own sobs as the Nomu held his ground against your mate. “Back off. She’s mine. Do you want to be the next body I throw into another grave?” He asked as he pulled Kurogiri away from you, tossing him to the side. He smiled when he could see you and he pulled you close. “There you are, my darling. Just come home with me. We will talk things through. I never meant to hurt you or scare you. I’m sorry.” He spoke in a tone that sounded sincere. But you weren’t ready to go back with him. “No. Not yet. I don’t want to be around you. You make me nervous and that isn’t healthy for me or our baby.” You told him. He gripped your face and growled. “I don’t care, you’re mine. I should be the only one to care for you. Not Oboro over there. I want to care for you. Please, just let me care for you.” He begged. You pushed him off and stepped back, being careful of the ceramic shards. “No. I’m staying here tonight. You can go back to the cabin. I will see you in the morning.” You spoke. Hizashi backed off and Kurogiri got himself up.

“You heard her. Get out, unless you need to be escorted out.” He spoke as he narrowed his eyes at the blonde. “I’m leaving. I hope you sleep well, Y/n.” He said before he left out the way he came in. Once he was gone, you broke down crying. Kurogiri helped you calm down and clean up the mug shards from the floor and sweep the floor. He then checked you over for any cuts or scrapes before having you settle back on the bed with a fresh mug of tea. “Are you allowed to stay with me? I understand if you can’t. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get any sleep after what just happened. “Of course, I can stay with you if that will help ease your mind.” He spoke. You nodded and he sat down near the foot of the bed. “Thank you, Kurogiri.” You spoke and sipped at your tea. The Nomu stayed with you, fixing the glass door while the storm raged on outside. He also used his warp-gate to retrieve items to keep himself occupied while he stayed with you that night. Something about his presence made you relax enough that you eventually fell asleep. You woke up the next morning to find a plate of food under a lid with a note from the Nomu. “Y/n. I stayed with you through the whole night even after you fell asleep. I made you breakfast. I am sorry that I couldn’t stay with you until you woke up. I was needed elsewhere. The Boss has told me to tell you that your presence is not needed when he summons Hizashi to the Big house this morning. Both he and I wish for you to have a relaxed morning. There will be other members of our group always posted outside on the balcony and at your front door. I will be by your room later with what the Boss has to say about what Hizashi after Endeavor’s passing and what he did last night. Again, if you need anything, just say my name and I will come.

Sincerely,

Kurogiri.

You smiled at the note and took the lid off the plate to find a wonderful breakfast Kurogiri made for you. You spent the morning exploring the room and finding some books that kept you occupied until Kurogiri came by that afternoon to tell you what the Boss said about Hizashi. “The Boss said that you can stay here until you feel safe enough to be with him again. In the meantime, he will be allowed to visit you with someone else in the room. The Boss said that he preferred that someone like himself or I to be in the room with you and Hizashi.” He told you over tea. “I like that arrangement.” You told him and took a sip of your tea. “Good, we will begin this arrangement will begin when you’re ready. The Boss understands that you’re a bit shaken up from the incident last night and will need time to settle down.” He reassured you and you nodded in agreement and kept drinking your tea. “May I be moved to a different room? I want to prevent him finding me again.” You asked. “Of course.” He said and finished his tea. He then stood up and offered to take you to a new room that was joined with his. You gathered a couple of your things and followed him to your new room. It was a tiny bit smaller than the previous room but it would do. You got yourself settled and took a nap.

A couple days later, you were ready for your first escorted meeting with Hizashi. You had requested for Kurogiri to be with you when Hizashi came over to meet you. You had also requested to meet in an open place than your residential quarters. He agreed and the two of you met outside with the Boss and Kurogiri following behind you. “You know I’m sorry for scaring you like I did, right?” He spoke. “Yes, I do. But that didn’t mean that you had to break through a glass door to come find me.” You responded. “I understand. I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” He told you and looked at the ground. The two of you parted at the edge of the forest where he was told to stay until you were ready to move back in together. Some of the ladies in the mob went to the forest and to Hizashi’s room to retrieve your things and move them to your new room to help you settle in and be more comfortable for now.

You knew that this would take time and you didn’t know when you’d let yourself be back in his arms again. You didn’t really have anywhere else to go as the world outside the walls was burning. It wasn’t safe for you outside the walls and you didn’t feel that safe being stuck in this pen with that crazed man. But you knew that you would endure. Even if it meant you had to take things into your own hands. The End.

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OKAY BUT I'VE BEEN EXPOSED TO THE SHIP INKO X MIDNIGHT AND I'M NOT THE SAME

- Goblin anon

i was reading a wlw fanfic (hans/fem reader) prior so when i saw this ask, i was like :’3333

I LOVE THIS SHIP SM RIPWJEDFIPJS like yeah inkomight sounds so damn good, but something about inko attracting the midnight is so beautiful to me. imagine nemuri having gay panic to her gay best friends, aizawa and yamada, and just waxing so much poetry about their student's mom?? like as much as they love nemuri, they really do not want to know what she'd do to their problem child's mom in private. but alas, nemuri is besotted and as much as aizawa complains, they are her best friends so they are stuck listening to her gush about inko.

sometimes it was hard to look at their problem child's eyes because of how much love talk they heard nemuri say about said child's mom.

ok but so much possibilities about how they met!!

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01:

there's the PTA meeting setting where nemuri reached out to inko herself after the whole "i choose deku as my hero name" thing to ask if there is something UA can offer for both inko and izuku. either mental and/or emotional support because nemuri confessed that there is something very concerning about a star student deliberately wanting to be called useless. inko reaches out back because UA is the first school that ever cared for her son.

nemuri's simple email had already won inko. from there, they started talking about something more personal like nemuri's hero life, inko's work, sharing stories about their friends and just. deepening their relationship.

inko does not know when their acquaintanceship became a legit friendship, but what she does know is that there is more to living; that her life is no longer just for izuku now, but also for her own. of course izuku is always first, no matter what. but now, she wakes up feeling more whole. she wakes up already feeling giddy as she logs into her email where everyday there is always an email from nemuri waiting for inko's response. and see the thing is that inko knows how tiring nemuri's life is as she's both a hero and a teacher, and yet nemuri never forgets to respond to her. nemuri showed inko that when people want to, they will always find a way to talk to you. nemuri made her feel special. nemuri made her feel loved.

and she is.

nemuri likes her in a way she never liked anyone before. at first she thought it was just a friend-crush, in a sense that nemuri doesn't have much friends outside of her hero friends so inko is very much like a fresh breath of air. inko makes her feel normal, something that nemuri never sought out for before until now.

inko doesn't see her as just midnight, the r-rated hero, or midnight, izuku's teacher. inko sees her as nemuri, inko's friend; nemuri, just a woman.

nemuri, herself, does not know when she started regarding inko as more than her penpal and friend. all she knows is that when one day, izuku visited her in the teacher's lounge, proudly telling her that inko baked cookies for nemuri, nemuri felt like the sun just gobbled her up with how warm she felt.

nemuri was used to receiving gifts from both suitors and fans, but the homemade cookies that inko baked for her, for some reason, weighed more.

"yey cookies for me too!" hizashi sings, twirling around his chair, when izuku left for hero studies.

"nuh-uh," nemuri says, cradling the pack close to her chest, tipping her chin at him haughtily.

"what?! whyyyyyy," hizashi whines, "you always share your fans' food with me because you said you were worried about your weight! which, i keep telling you anyways, that you do not need to worry about that because you are beautiful!"

and hizashi's right, that loud motherfucker that nemuri loves so much.

she always shared her food with her friends, but not this one. she will eat a thousand bags of chocolate if they all came from inko. and-

oh my god.

she turns to hizashi and watches as the realization hits him the same time it hit her.

"oh," hizashi whispers.

"oh," she repeats.

AND THEY MEET IN PTA BECAUSE WHY NOT?

shouta's eyeballing her, beautiful eyes squinting as he packs his stuff slowly. nemuri's sure that hizashi told him about inko so she really does not know why he's eyeballing her like that.

"what?" she finally caves and asks.

"don't make this weird, nem," shouta says, serious. nemuri straightens her posture unconsciously. shouta nods slightly when he sees that nemuri is taking him seriously too.

"i trust you nemuri. i know you. you never do romance without triple-thinking about your decisions and for that, i'm truly grateful. but she's problem child's mom, do you understand? this is about him as much as it is about midoriya-san. make sure your choices respect his stance too. he admires you, probably even got wind already of what's between you and midoriya-san, and i've worked with him enough to know that he won't speak up even if it hurts him. so as an adult, make the decisions for him. he is a strong kid, but he's still a kid. so don't forget that."

and shouta's right, as always. this exact situation had been plaguing her mind for a long time now. it's not just a relationship with inko who is very much a civilian, but it's also a relationship with a mother whose son has a penchant for shattering his limbs.

it's not just a relationship with the woman she likes (loves), but it's a relationship with the family. nemuri's an outsider, and from inko's emails nemuri knows enough that for so long, it's always been izuku and inko alone. nemuri is the first to want to be part of their duo, and while most of it is because of inko, a part of her wants to be there for izuku too.

“i understand,” nemuri finally responds because she does.

she understands why shouta is worried for her, but more importantly for izuku. growing up with an absent father, along with a dormant quirk that only manifested because of a stressful experience must have been very tough for the kid. the shit cherry on top of a shittier ice cream is the fact that izuku previously lived his life quirkless. shouta and nemuri both know the discrimination on quirks. shouta was called a villain for “stealing” quirks, and nemuri was sexualized even at such a young age. life was shit for both of them, so they both know just how worse people treated izuku just for being quirkless.

and nemuri wants to be there for him too. sure, she wouldn’t have felt this if she didn’t develop feelings for inko, but the how doesn’t matter more than the fact that nemuri wants to now.

because izuku deserves another adult in his life who actually gives a shit. because inko deserves love. because they deserve a bigger family and nemuri wants to provide that for them.

shouta nods firmly and it’s like he gave his blessing which is weirdly comforting. he stands beside her for a solid minute, not really doing anything but nemuri’s been friends with him for so long that she knows that this is his way of supporting her. she smiles and lets the mood settle.

he leaves after and nemuri prepares for her meeting with the midoriyas. usually the parents do not meet other teachers sans the homeroom teacher but with the excuse that nemuri wants to discuss izuku’s hero name to the both of them, she finally gets to meet inko.

and she meets inko, alright.

inko is beautiful. gods the pictures that she saw on izuku’s instagram does not do her justice because inko is just so wow.

inko giggles from where she’s standing beside a smiling izuku and nemuri realizes that she just said that out loud.

it’s like the confidence that she associated with her hero persona bled away and she is left as nemuri with a bodysuit on. fuck, nemuri feels embarrassment crawling in.

“uhhhhh,” she says smartly, still lagging. inko giggles again, but this time nemuri managed to catch the blush high on the swell of her cheeks. jesus, inko’s a goddess.

nemuri doesn’t even know how to come back from that solid lame move as she stands there, gaping at inko. izuku also looks like he wants to die along with nemuri so at least their kid her student is struggling with nemuri.

“it’s so nice to meet you, kayama-chan,” inko greets for everyone, and nemuri now wants to die for a new reason because

kayama-chan????

inko is so fucking precious, what the hellll.

before nemuri can reply, however, the door opens and yagi’s head pops in.

“good evening! can i borrow midoriya-kun for a moment?” yagi asks.

“uh- yeah, sure,” nemuri says at the same time inko goes, “of course, yagi-san!”

izuku bids them a goodbye, rushing towards yagi. it’s when yagi turns to nemuri again, sending a wink her way, that nemuri realizes that she’s gonna be left alone with inko.

(also why the fuck does yagi know-)

ANYWAYS IT’S GETTING LONG AND MY LAPTOP IS LAGGING AS I TYPE THIS BUT BASICALLY

nemuri and inko get to know each other that night

nezu knows, don’t worry, and practically gave his blessing to nemuri too (nemuri finds it the next day. it being a guidebook on how to properly prepare for the role of being a step-mother)

inko asks nemuri if she wants to meet up for drinks or food next time, to which nemuri easily agrees

izuku does know that his teacher is wooing his mom, inko told him

when inko and nemuri were about to start dating each other, inko talks to izuku about it

their conversation went like:

“mom, i’m happy as long as you are happy.”

“you are my happiness, baby, so your decision is important.”

“*crying* i want you to find someone who makes you as happy as kacchan makes me happy. i want you to find someone to grow old with. i want you to find love... she does, right? kayama-san makes you happy, right?”

“*crying* yes, love. she makes me so so so happy.”

"good.”

nemuri talks to izuku too

she tells him about her feelings about wanting to be family with him and inko, and that this relationship is his call as much as it is hers and inko’s

izuku really really loves nemuri for that. he gives her his blessing

so that’s how inko and nemuri started dating <333

eight months into their relationship, nemuri asks izuku to stay with katsuki for a night and izuku skillfully does not ask why

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02:

i think people headcanon that inko is a paralegal so like,,,

this happened when UA transitioned to the dorm systems

nemuri is suing someone for inappropriate behaviour performed on her

the case is sent to inko’s workplace because they specialize for people with “sex” quirks and nemuri’s case fell under the same file

it’s an organization that ensures that defendants cannot use the victim’s quirk as an excuse for their actions

inko learns the case and goes ruthless in digging up and studying evidences against the defendant

nemuri and inko had to keep meeting to work on the case, and along the way feelings get involved

they wait for the case to finish and be solved before they addressed their feelings and growing relationship

nemuri wins the case

inko asks her out the same night, during their celebration

izuku found out about their relationship when he came home to visit inko, only to see his mother smooching his teacher in their kitchen

“is this why you cannot look at me in the eye anymore, midnight-san???”

he accidentally calls nemuri mom four weeks into knowing that inko and nemuri are dating

both inko and nemuri cried

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GOD I LOVE THIS SHIP

nemuri finding out she’s into milf!inko??? perfect

ok but

imagine inko’s reaction after finding out nemuri’s dead lol ;v;

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