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zels-echoes · 2 months

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It’s been exactly 1 year since we last saw the 3 dummies in the manga.

#I can’t take waiting anymore #where are they Hori #mhaspoilers #present mic #eraserhead #loud cloud #kurogiri #Hizashi Yamada #Shota Aizawa #oboro Shirakumo

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nanamimizz · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝚩𝚬𝐒𝐓 𝚶𝐅 𝐘𝚶𝐔, 𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐑𝚬𝐒𝐓 𝚶𝐅 𝐘𝚶𝐔

tags:18+ minors dni, afab reader, vouyerism, dubcon, hinted mxm, doggystyle, m!masturbation, dacryphilia, hinted threesome, overstimulation - let me know if i missed something // @cordyce @sukunasstarlight this. this is what the devious aizawa fic was

synopsis:when indulged with a dirty little secret, you’d do anything to make your husband and your friend happy right?

In all the years you’ve been with Shouta you have never once seen him like this - kissing and nipping at your stuttering lips with a hunger you only caught whenyou two of you eloped right on the night of his graduation from U.A. Back then, with his shorter hair, Shouta had you on your back panting into your mouth as he muttered confessions of love meant only for you to hear. Now it seems history will repeat itself as he takes you from behind - the gold band around his ring finger glittering in the darkness of your shared room as it clutches over your own fist that crumples the sheets you washed that morning. Your bottoms - his old sweats from his third year sling low on your hips- are ripped off and abandoned along with the underwear you know he pocketed when you weren’t looking. He’s already pried one orgasm from you, your cunt is slick and soft from the pleasure that melted away your mind until all that’s left in your bones is your thought of him - and of the guest in the room next to yours.

It is not often that friends from both of your circles come to your Shouta's abode but when Hizashi called about not being able to make it to his own apartment neither you nor Shouta hesitate to open your door for the blonde. You’ve known Hizashi for as long as you’ve known your husband, which feels like a lifetime, so greet him with a bright smile and offer him some leftovers for dinner.

You’re too busy smiling and talking about small, polite things that you don’t notice how he sputters and blushes each time you grace him with a smile from over your shoulder as you serve him. Too busy laughing at his retelling about an incident at his radio show you don’t notice how Shouta reclines against the walls of the kitchen with something burning in the coal of his eyes as Hizashi tries his best to keep making you laugh.

Hizashi has always thought of you to be the most beautiful when you are laughing, ever since your days at U.A.

Despite his best attempts to make you forget everything else - his fingers wet from your slick and his jaw sore from tongue fucking your cunt you still weakly try to tell him to be quiet. You are the prettiest when on his bed, surrounded by sheets that smell of him and you - heated by the hot lust in your veins that he is the cause of. Shouta keeps one rough hand over yours, a sweet gesture when plans to do terrible, dirty things to you as you tremble into the bed you two have christened in your love more than enough times.

“Shouta, please he’s going to hear us-” Whatever you are to say next dies upon your lips and all you can taste is hedonistic lust that weighs heavy on your tongue.

“Let him.” Your brain freezes at the same time as the head of his heavy cock pushes into the folds of your slick cunt and you double over from the fire that surges into the marrow of your bones. You're quiet and trembling - “what?” makes him groan as he heaves himself over you, his form dwarfing yours completely as the head of his cock is welcomed by the silk heat of your cunt, from the tip that drips with hot webs of pre to the base. His reward is the hitch in your breath, the trembling gasp you let out, and the soft crystals of tears that bead in your waterline.

“I said - Let him, let him hear how sweet you sound in bed,” Shouta mumbles into the feathered waves of your hair, his stumble rubbing against your neck. You shudder under him, from how his breath follows the same path down your neck as the bites he left and from how he slowly rocks into you. Shouta is thick, stirring your insides to the point you feel him in your chest with each thrust he gives you. It’s too much, the way he fucks you, the dirty secret he just gave you the insight to, and how if you focused enough you could hear other, softer trembling gasps from the room next door.

And, the all too familiar wet shucks of a cock being tugged that seem to echo in your mind more than the wet smacks of skin that fill the room you are in.

“Hizashi always thought you were pretty - ever since our first years. Always wanted you but you ended up mine instead.”Shouta pauses to press a kiss to a notable bruise upon your beck he left. Dark eyes that are trained to catch anything in the dark can see the trail he left up your body as clear as day. On the swell of your breasts, the delicate line of your collarbone, and up to where your neck bleeds into your shoulder he has mapped you like one would the wilderness, and his mouth still sings from where your sweetness melts onto his tongue.

Shouta may be a man of virtue and rationality, but even he needs to indulge in the sweetness of all different kinds.

“Shouta- “you begin to moan the way you do when he makes love to you but that isn’t what he wants right now. Your breath feels like it’s been sucked out of you when he takes his cock out of you, making sure to drag out your walls in a way that makes it press against each little spot inside your cunt that makes you cry and gush for him.

“No, you don’t say my name right now - you say his. We go at his pace and you cum when he cums.” His hand that is clamped around yours has not left its place, squeezing the limb with a softness that betrays the almost cruel cat-and-mouse game he is playing with you. It reassures you, gives you the care you need to balance the harshness of his words and you repay him with a soft nod, swallowing around the lump in your throat that has appeared since he took away your pleasure with one swipe of his hips.

“Say it - you know what it is we want to hear.” Your lips tremble as the words are formed with your watery and thin voice. The syllables are familiar yet not, hot with a desperation that no walls no matter how thick could be blocked. You realize that the blonde could have heard it all from the moment you entered the room - Shouta had pinned you to the shared wall for a reason and the deceit makes your clit twitch more than you’d like to admit to.

“Yes…Hizashi, please make me cum.” You say the words that are hot like forged iron and the room burns with something you’ve never noticed but now you want the fire - from the outside and the inside to consume you entirely. Quietly you hear your friend’s quiet - “Yeah, yeah fuck - let her have it.”

You blink and Shouta is back inside you, cock thick and long and fucking you full like he’s experiencing you for the first time again. Even if you wanted to keep quiet you couldn’t - not when they have you like this. Every cry, gasp, and pant makes them in turn give you their own desperate and lewd noises - you hear the praise Hizashi gives you each time you moan his name like it’s the gospel, like he’s the one inside of you and not your husband of almost a decade.

“Fuck, fuck fuck - Sho how are earth are you fucking her to make em’ sound like that?” You hear Hizasahi pant, breathless as if your roles were switched. You try to ignore the flutter in your cunt at the idea and Shouta from above chuckles, his voice so deep you feel the bass of it in your chest and you whine. Hiding your face into the sheets, biting the soft material, and staining the fabric with the flattering cherry chapstick you wear at home.

“Slow - and deep. That’s how she likes it. Cries really pretty if I give it to her too fast.” He says, rattling off the things he has learned about you and you whine, face hot with pleasure cradled in humiliation. Helpless by how it grows from a whine to a keen from your husband’s seeking fingers settle on the bud on your clit and rub at the slick bundle of nerves. You are soon matched by Hizashi, who finds your noises to be addictive and finds it in any way to encourage you - “Fuck, fuck pretty thing he’s giving it to you good? You love your husband’s cock huh? Bet you’re really pretty on it too.”

“You like that? You like hearing our friend hear you getting fucked?” Shouta teases and you pant out a soft and whiny little affirmation. As your eyes squeeze shut you don’t see how Shouta grins, wide and in his jack - o - lantern way that you tease him for from time to time. Now is not one of those times, as you moan back your affirmation; yes, yes you like having your mutual friend of a decade hear you getting fucked within an inch of your life by your husband in your shared home and you wished he was here too.

Tears build in the long strokes of your eyelashes and you feel it - the band weaved from every dirty, depraved thing that has occurred in your home coming to its breaking point. Moans and whines that come not from your lips but from the room next over, your husband’s cock that buries itself inside of you as if he’s trying to mold you to him and him alone. All of it is too much, culminating in that you can’t bear the weight anymore, pleasure burns like gasoline lit a blaze and your choked-out whines let the men in your home and heart know you are at your end.

“I’m cumming - ’m gonna cum, oh!” Shouta moans from atop you, his hips still going at the pace Hizashi set from the beginning and he calls over, loud enough to be heard from between your own noise.

“Should I let her Hizashi?” His question is like rope frayed and worn, Shouta knows that he won’t last, and if you were more coherent you’d see he was just as easily played with as you were.

“Yeah - fuck man if she sounds like that give her anything she wants Shouta.” Your husband laughs, low and breathy from on high; all you can do is bite down onto the sheets when he fucks you hard and fast. Just as he said, you sob and tears fall down your cheeks as he uses the strength he’s grown from his career to fuck into you until you shatter on his cock. Your cum leaks and runs down him, following the lines of his veins until it drips down to the sheets. Your spin trembles beneath him, jumping at the heat of his cum when he finishes inside of you - like raw fire in your veins that makes you relax down into the sheets.

When the clicking of the door makes your head perk up - you realize how quiet it’s gotten, the only thing that can be heard is you and Shouta’s panting. This is why when the door clicks open, your weary eyes widen and you moan, cunt fluttering weakly when you meet eyes like emeralds. Shouta presses a kiss to your head, his deep voice rumblings in your ear,

“We’re not done yet - perk up, sweetheart .”

#lamb.writes #aizawa smut #present mic smut #bnha smut #yeah...dont ask me where this came from

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dgalerab · 4 months

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aizawa's nervous bc he asked shirakumo and kayama to help him dress just right for this completely casual 1 on 1 friend hang out don't even look at him

hizashi's nervous bc he spent a whole year brainstorming ways to propose a date in the exact right date-not-date-unspoken-date balance to get aizawa to say yes and there's only so much one man can scheme

(ft parrot flirting techniques)

#rooftop agency au #whenever i think about hizashi romancing aizawa #i just think of those videos where people stalk stray cats for years #just like pls. if you will just come with me i will make you safe and happy #just stop RUNNING #anyway i did it i did a sketchy thing #and was like ok good enough #everyone be proud of me for halfassing it's very hard #bnha #erasermic #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #present mic

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homelesstravelerssp · 20 days

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Okay, let's go back to the canon where underground heroism is not a thing

Naturally, Mic isn't shy about telling stories about himself, Eraserhead, Midnight and Ingentium. He is an invited guest on absolutely every show, and on his show he chats about them.

In fact, Tenko only found out who Eraserhead was because he was a nerd and radio was a thing for nerds.

The canon fits perfectly here (????). That only Izuku recognized Eraserhead on the first day of school. Izuku is OBVIOUSLY a nerd, so it wasn't difficult for him to relate what he sees to Mic's eternal descriptions of ERASERHEAD in his show. He's a smart guy and has devoted literally his whole life to this kind of stuff.

(But Jirou is not. Therefore, even taking into attention the fact that she is also a fan of Mic and listened to every one of his shows, she was not able to collect these details and identify the Aizawa's hero)

((SHE WAS VERY UPSET. SHE MENTALLY MADE A COMPETITION TO WHO BETTER REMEMBER THE THINGS FROM MIC'S SHOW WITH IZUKU AND WOULD LOSE (AND IZUKU DOESN'T EVEN KNOW SHE'S DOING THIS, JUST MUMBLING OR FANBOYING WITH ENTHUSIASM WHILE JIRO LISTENS CAREFULLY)))

#this headcanon didn't go where I planned #i still love it #my hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #bnha #mha #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #deku #izuku midoriya #present mic #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #jirou kyouka #earphone jack

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circledotdestroy · 11 months

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The Rooftop Trio with a Short (Fem) Reader (Thoughtdump)

When you all started high school, Oboro was already a giant and seemed to get taller every month. He approached you to introduce himself in the beginning of the year, he was invading your personal space and you were absolutely dwarfed by him. When he realized you were craning your neck to look at his face, he crouched down to your eye level to talk to you.

You two became friends pretty quickly, I mean how could you not, and it was constant shenanigans regarding how the two of you were going to have a comfortable conversation.

You stand on chairs, tables, and ledges; Oboro crouches or kneels on the ground; and the two of you stand many feet apart and shout at each other when Oboro is shaking from holding the positions for too long and there’s nothing for you to stand on nearby.

When you two become friends with Hizashi and Shouta, the Tom-foolery doesn’t stop. They’re not as tall as Oboro, but they are still noticeably taller than you, and they are ALSO still growing.

Hizashi is here for all of the nonsense. He goes out of his way to make short jokes and intentionally places things JUST outside your reach.

While Shouta doesn’t intentionally participate, you’re not safe from him making the height difference be known either. In the start of your friendship if you two are walking together, he will not slow down for you to catch up, especially during training. He also doesn’t feel like straining his neck by looking down at your face, so he will bend over, arms hanging, to look at your face.

Oboro and Hizashi will use nicknames, and might even assign you the “-chan” honorific. They also jokingly compare you to small animals.

Despite the jokes, you aren’t immune to more Princess-like treatment from them.

If you are all out together they make sure that you’re either walking in front of them or one of them is holding onto you. (They’ve lost you too many times in the busy street not to…)

If you’re carrying stuff and are showing any sign of being tired then Hizashi and/or Oboro will ask to take it— and then bicker with you if you’re too stubborn to accept help. Shouta will let you be for the most part, but the moment you try pausing for a break, he takes the stuff off you without a word and continues walking.

Shouta would just do little favors without saying anything about it. If something was on a high shelf, he'd grab it and then sit down. If you need someone to hold your drink, he’ll grab it without a word.

If you’re too short to see over people in the crowd then the first goal is to either lift you up or get you to the front. Same thing with taking pictures. Usually Mic is your strongest advocate of reminding everyone that you need to be seen.

During training, Oboro has definitely held you like Simba while riding a cloud at least once.

You all have a laugh looking through past photos and seeing how the boys end up getting taller as the months pass, but then there you are without a single change

#I thought about including something about the present day where you see Kurogiri #but I decided to let you all live #bnha x reader #mha x reader #rooftop trio x reader #Oboro Shirakumo x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #thought dump #bnha x fem!reader #MHA x fem!reader #present mic x reader

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quillscales · 8 months

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"If we're just going to do what we always do, why would we call it something different?" Shota said, his voice indifferent and monotone as he answered Hizashi's confession.

It hurt more than he thought it would. Rejection. Hizashi had expected it, despite Nemuri's insistence that Shota liked him back. Yeah, he wanted him as a friend, nothing more. His blank face and ease of dodging his confession proved that. Still, it hurt. It felt like something was squeezing his heart so tightly that it would pop, and his lungs ached, and his eyes burned.

He wouldn't cry.

No. Hizashi quickly forced a smile. It was easy; he forced them all the time, and as far as he knew, his friends could never tell the difference. Or they didn't say anything about it.

He wasn't sure which option would hurt more. So he didn't think about it too often.

"Yeah," Hizashi said, waving his hand before rubbing the back of his neck. "You're right. Ha. Silly me." He pointed behind him. "I forgot something. I'm going to go… Get it. Uh, see you later!" He waved at Shota before turning around and walking away. He walked a little slower, hoping maybe that Shota would call for him to wait.

He didn't.

#based slightly on something I read #just the first line #don't remember what it was or where I read it #mha #bnha #fanfiction #fanfic #wip #erasermic #eraserhead #shota aizawa #yamada hizashi #present mic #angst #rejection

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cryptid-crawly · 2 years

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Erasermight AU where Shouta and Hizashi live together because Hizashi is worried that if no one is there to look after Shouta he’ll forget to eat or something and die (he’s not wrong). Shouta thinks it’s dumb but if his best friend wants to live together, well, it makes rent cheaper.

Hizashi is going out of town so he asks Toshinori to cat sit for him. Toshi agrees bc of course he would and Hizashi makes sure he’s okay with staying at the apartment to look after the cat. He gives Toshinori extensive instructions on how to care for the cat, named something stupid like “Lazy Boy” or “Beanie Baby” and Toshinori is actually excited to do his best.

He shows up at the apartment with a key and lets himself in and Shouta is just standing in the kitchen drinking coffee. “What are you doing here?” Shouta asks. Toshinori explains that he agreed to look after Mic’s cat. Shouta tells him they don’t have a cat. Toshinori asks who [insert stupid cat name] is then and Shouta recognizes it as one of the stupid nicknames Hizashi calls him.

(Toshi ends up staying because after everything Mic said about what the “cat” needed, he’s now really worried Shouta might die if someone isn’t there]

#erasermight #platonic erasermic where they live together has a special place in my heart #it’s fine because after toshi and Shouta start dating AM just buys a bigger place that can house both of them and Mic and Midnight #bnha aus #fic ideas #this is crack yes but also I am not wrong #yagi toshinori #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #all might #present mic #yamada hizashi #my stuff #my posts

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