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#do you think Yamada was the baby of the group
laneydays · 1 year
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ghost boy headcanons
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billy showalter
adults and old people LOVE him. take him to meet ur parents, do it
but also hes the type to act way different with ppl his age than adults
kind of a smart mouth.... but in a cool kind of annoying way
twirls his hair a lot LMAO
crosses his arms when he's upset mad sad or annoyed
loves coca cola and root beer
adores dogs, his dog is his best friend
extremely supportive of queer identities even if he isnt queer himself
love language is acts of service
just loves to be helpful
feels bad if people do stuff for him though
griffin stagg
autistic 
is lowkey a menace sometimes
but also a sweetheart
he likes weird unexpected shit for someone his age
incredibly smart but doesn't rlly know that
great at art
doesnt curse a whole bunch but when he does he curses like a sailor and he does it good
doesnt know how to match his clothes for the life of him
wears bandanas to pull his hair back, gets made fun of and called a girl for it
everyone just wants to kiss and hold him like a little kid, he doesn't understand it
doesn't like when people baby him
love language is gift giving, probably picks up random shit to give to you
"here have this rock" "i got a pretty flower for you" "i found a cola bottle cap"
you keep them all
vance hopper
adhd probably 
pinball hyperfixation need i say more
he's actually pretty chill when hes not angry. if u don't bother him he's real quiet
aromatic and asexual. no he wouldn't be a player
but also is open to meeting someone, whether its platonic or romantic (remember aroace people can still date)
tries to act tough but hes just a big nerd tbh
smoked a cig once. never again, hated it
gets very mad at people when they make fun of his choker, he gets embarrassed 
acts homophobic but he really doesnt care
would probably beat someone up if they made fun of a queer kid
that doesnt stop him from saying "thats gay" as a (joking) insult however
doesn't really have a specific love language, just anything to show you care he appreciates it quietly
not big on physical touch but he doesn't mind it 
collects vinyls
wears a looot of denim
finney blake
also autistic
space special interest
kind of good at drawing
literally wouldn't hurt a fly
his jokes are so unfunny that its funny
sounds like an angel when he laughs and looks like one when he smiles
and its hard to get a smile out of him
carries that little spaceship with him everywhere, freaks out if he can't find it
cant think of anything else for him
doesn't have a specific love language either, just anything to show that u care
bruce yamada
bro is not as good in school as everyone thinks he is
but tries very hard and does his best
really loves history
i feel like this is obvious but he collects baseball cards
flexes them on you every time you come to his house and it gets a little annoying 
is the nice guy of the friend group
probably the corniest person ever
is pretty funny but when he tries to be funny it doesn't work
love language is quality time definitely
also physical touch, just the little things though like touching shoulders or brushing fingers
robin arellano
wears his bandana literally every day and it smells so bad
says its to keep the hair out of his face
bro is gorgeous without it
his wardrobe is 70% sleeveless shirts
a huge showoff and a sucker for praise
laughs at potty jokes every single time
his humor is fake flirting
very protective but he isn't scary at all
fucks up the school lunch like its his last meal
probably complains about it though
can talk to literally anyone and everyone, its really nice
he's.... not great in school but he tries to be nice to the teachers
passes notes in class 24/7 and he gets in trouble so much for it
canon movie fanatic, loves watching them even if they suck
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hey-hamlet · 3 months
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Yaoyorozu Yakuza+Yakuzashi! (The one where Yamada is a Yakuza) FIVE IDEAS PLUS (from you) AND A QUESTION FROM ME!
Does 1-A just end up sorta adopted by the Yakuza in this one? I can imagine Yagi just sipping his coffee, keeping an eye on everything as he does his paperwork and then see two groups of OBVIOUS YAKUZA walk into the dorms with a bunch of stuff and just plop down with him like it’s a Tuesday, and he’s just “??????????” Until he puts two and two together.
The Yamada family was one of the Yaoyorozu's worse rivals in the early days, but they were also some of the first families to go to ground when heroes started sniffing around, and they decided it was better to work together than alone. They aren't super interconnected, but they have agreements in place to minimize conflicts.
The Yaoyorozu family always delt more in smuggling, forgeries and thefts, while the Yamada's were more about protection rings, extortion and have a lot of pretense in the police and government. They both have a few gambling set ups, but the Yaoyorozu's is closer to legal.
Yaomomo and Mic meet eyes in their first English lesson and Momo has to fight an embarrassed flush, like "Ah. He knows. This is mortifying." Mic is laughing a little, internally. He's spent so long being very good at keeping his lives separate that he thinks its adorable a baby young master is stuck in his class! Shes trying so hard! Go, Yaomomo! You can do it!
Neither of them notice Izuku's considering looks
Anyway, turns out Izuku with blackmail? Very scary. After the Stain incident he gets a second to put everything together and hes not happy with what he finds. Mic is all warm and fuzzy that Shouta has a student who likes him so much he'd threaten an important member of the family and a full pro hero. (Izuku doesn't threaten Yaomomo because 1, shes very sweet and 2, her family is much much less violent! The Yamada's,,,, not so much.) Izuku just wants his class to live to see graduation and if he has to give himself stress induced heart palpitations then by god he will. Yaomomo is wailing like "PLEASE DONT THREATEN THE TEACHER AND THE FIRST MAN I EVER SAW COMMIT A MURDER IM BEGGING YOU"
Anyway, Mic's family does run a bit of a protection detail around UA campus after the USJ, on Mic's request. Izuku eventually makes peace with the scary man with a large knife helping him carry groceries because hes in Aizawa's class and therefore under Mic's protection. He's not happy about it, but he can deal.
Anyway, 1A is blissfully unaware, Izuku is stressed and mad, Yaomomo is embarrassed because members of her family have joined in, and Aizawa just wants a break from having to remember his best friend is a criminal. All Might on god doesn't care as long as they don't hurt the students, but he was confused.
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alienaiver · 6 months
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Something to think about on this fine day....
Shinou has to get a vaccine. He hates vaccines. You make them more fun with bandaids in the most absurd colors and designs.
But what designs does he pick to put on your arm when you get your vaccine?
dira ur making my brain go crazy !!!!! that is the cutest little thing in thE WORLD !!! i couldnt help but write a little smth for that 🥺🥺
its 715 words and i dont mention the needles or go into detail abt the vaccine itself !! 🧡✨
ty for inspiring me my beloved !!! its good to get out of the one-track-mind i get in when i work on One Project ! 🥹🧡✨
(also all this is written on my phone, i havent had energy to proof read as it just came quickly to me !!! 🧡)
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"hitoshi, get up." you playfully smack at his forearm but all it does is make him curl more in on himself. you snort a laugh and when you try to get your hands underneath the blanket to tickle him, your cat Soup joins the fray. you sit back on your haunches with a raised brow, "you can't hide in there forever. we have to leave in a few minutes."
a sound between a groan and a whine is heard from the pile in front of you before he dramatically throws the duvet off of him and spreads his arms fully onto the bed, "I don't wanna." he moans with his eyes glued shut. you shake your head at his childish antics from his valid fear, "i know baby but you gotta. im in the high risk group, right? and with your job you-" he starts blabbering noises to make you stop before he admits with a pout, "i know.."
you lean down and kiss his forehead, "is there a way i can make this easier? a treat from starbucks on the way back? a muffin from the bakery?"
shinsou huffs, "y'kno we have shared economy, right?"
you roll your eyes, "it's the act of me buying it for you, not the actual money spent."
he blows you a raspberry. you laugh and kiss his nose, "what if we bring our own band-aids? the ones you love with the kittens?"
shinsou's eyes show his earnest excitement about that when he tries to steel his expression. then, he grabs your cheeks with his hands and looks into your eyes, a serious expression painted in his features, "will you put it on me?"
you smile, "if they let me."
it makes it easier. you're also incredibly lucky that the lady vaccinating the both of you is incredibly kind and patient. she lets you go first to show shinsou that it isn't that scary and she lets him put on a band-aid on you if he sanitizes his hands first, which is a good step for him to know that she'll let you do the same when it's his turn. he spent a few minutes debating which band-aids each of you should get and when you see what he put on you, you can't help but coo at him.
it's the one with the black cat that looks like his old cat, the one aizawa and yamada had back when he moved in with them - he's been very careful about when those band-aids are to be used lest they run out, but here he is, willingly putting one on you.
for himself, he's chosen the one that he knows is your favorite. it's the one with the cat you think is the cutest because of the pose. the doctor goes through each step carefully for shinsou as you hold his hand and keep his eyes focused on you.
it's honestly over before he realizes, but he squeezes your hand a moment longer than necessary, as if to silently thank you for being there through his odd anxiety (you don't think it's half as odd as he thinks himself). he only lets go when you need your hand to put on the band-aid.
he sighs out in relief after you've put it on, but let out a surprised yelp when you pat the area after you've put on the band-aid. you heave in a quick breath before you apologize, "i'm so sorry babe that was reflex! i didn't mean to.. oh god, it didn't hurt too bad right?"
he ends up just laughing at you, "you're really hurting me after i've gone through this?"
on the way out you're holding hands, your thumb caressing the hand in yours, reminding him you're here and that he was very brave. when you prompt him about which reward he would like, he scratches the back of his neck as he admits, "i'd like both the coffee and the muffin.. and a kiss."
you happily oblige to all three wishes, only teasing him about being greedy but promising him you'll never deprive him from what he wants. it's a successful day.
you're not sure how to tell him that he'll need to repeat it next year. you'll wait at least 10-11 months before telling him, you think - and you'll maybe buy the specific band-aids as soon as possible and hide them, so you're sure you have them if they're out of production next year.
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wawa-boonliang · 6 months
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Flufftober Day Three: "Wait, you love me?" "I always have."
Summary: how Hizashi Yamada and Shouta Aizawa met.
Based on my BNHA fanfic
When Aizawa officially met Hizashi the first Monday of his second semester at UA, he was already half in love with him.
Of course he would never admit this, even to himself, for about twenty years. Never even let himself think it. The thought would brush against his mind, and he would ruthlessly quash it. There was no way this boy, his gorgeous, bright, happy boy would ever look his way.
“SHOUTA!”
But it was all over for Aizawa when he saw Hizashi sneak behind the school every day the first semester, before they were in the same class, to feed the same group of stray cats that Aizawa himself snuck treats to. Somewhere near the third week of classes, while Aizawa was still nursing his bruised ego from failing the practical portion of the entrance exam, he’d been on his way to go soothe himself with fluffy kittens when he saw a head of thick blonde hair disappear around the corner in front of him.
Aizawa had instantly pressed himself against the wall, making sure he stayed out of sight.
“Here kitty, kitty, kitties,” a voice crooned. Aizawa couldn’t help but think to himself that it was, objectively, a very nice voice. A little higher pitched than Aizawa’s, but smooth with a clear quality to it. If he were to allow himself to be a little fanciful, he might have said that it’s what sunshine sounded like. But Aizawa wasn’t fanciful, so of course he didn’t say that.
(He just thought it to himself very quietly.)
“Pspspsps” the voice whispered. “I have food. Come on out babies.”
Aizawa allowed himself to peer around the corner. A boy was there. A boy who was a bit taller than Aizawa, but only by about perhaps two or three centimeters, crouching on the ground. His hair was long, the color of sun kissed wheat, hanging down his back in a braid. There were bright green glasses perched on his nose that accented just how green his eyes were. His skin was suntanned and clear in a way that made Aizawa a bit envious. He’d always struggled with acne – not quite as badly as some boys his age, but at that moment he had a bright red pimple standing at proud attention on his left temple, only just barely hidden by his hair.
And his smile.
Aizawa couldn’t help but lean a bit further out to get a better look at the boy. Just then, the two cats, one brown, one gray, came creeping out of the bushes. The boy had in his hands a couple cans of high quality cat food. Aizawa couldn’t help but be a little surprised. When he’d gone to buy food himself with his meager earnings from doing odd jobs, he’d noticed that brand. They were easily four times as expensive as the cheap shit he got.
The cats seemed to appreciate the difference by the way that they gobbled up the food as soon as the boy had gotten the tops off. The boy giggled to himself as he ran his fingers through their fur. One of the cats jumped up onto his lap after the meal, and the boy gave it a little kiss between the ears. “I can’t stay long, baby,” he told it. Aizawa flushed for no reason at the term of endearment. “I’ve got plans.”
The cats meowed in protest as the boy stood up. Aizawa tensed, waiting for the boy to walk in his line of view. But, to his relief (disappointment) the boy left in the opposite direction. Aizawa released a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding, waiting a few beats to make sure the boy really was gone, and then he approached the cats himself.
“Who was that?” he asked the brown cat. The cat stared up at him with wide eyes, but did not answer beyond giving him a look asking why do you care. “He seems… nice.” Aizawa whispered. He didn’t talk much to people, but cats were easier. Sure, cats judged you just as much as people did, but the harm a cat could do to you was far less than what a person could. Aizawa mused this over, before admitting quietly to the cat, “I wouldn’t mind talking to him. He seems like he’d be easy to talk to.”
The cat meowed, sniffed his hand, and when it realized he had no food to offer today, darted back into the bushes with its friend on its tail. Aizawa huffed, then rose to leave himself.
But every day after school, he found himself in a new routine. He never learned the boy’s name, but he learned a lot of other things based on what he was telling the cats. He learned that he had cats at home, ten of them in fact. He learned that the boy lived with his grandmother. He learned that the boy loved music, all music.
He learned that the boy could sing.
The first time he heard the boy burst into song, he almost bolted. Then, he checked himself, furious that he had a reaction like that to a cute boy singing of all things.
Then he cursed himself for thinking that the boy was cute.
Then he admitted that it was simply an objective fact and meant nothing.
Then he couldn’t help but inch closer. To see the cats, obviously, not so that he could hear the soft melody better.
Months passed like that. Every now and then, Aizawa fought the urge to join the boy and the cats. But what would he say? Hi, I definitely haven’t been stalking you? Yeah, that would go over well. He already didn’t have friends. People already thought he was weird. That he was creepy. He didn’t need any help being an outcast.
Except… the boy was always alone when Aizawa saw him. Maybe this boy wanted a friend, too?
And then came the sports festival, and Aizawa learned his name.
Yamada Hizashi.
Aizawa whispered it to himself. It was a nice name. It suited him. Hizashi, just saying it almost forced your mouth into a smile. He was so focused on the name, that he didn’t notice the figure coming down the hall the same time as him until he bumped shoulders with them. Aizawa’s head snapped up, and then he burned in embarrassment when he saw who it was.
“Yamada Hizashi,” Aizawa’s mouth said without any input from his brain.
“That’s me!” the boy said cheerfully. Aizawa glanced around. The boy, Hizashi, was alone again. Aizawa felt hope rise in his chest. If the boy didn’t have any friends… maybe he really wouldn’t mind it if Aizawa asked.
“I’ve heard about you! I’ve never caught your name, though. You’re trying to get into the hero course, right? I’m in class 1-A! Maybe you’ll be moved there!”
Aizawa’s stomach plummeted. What had he heard? That was strange? That he was a creep? That he was a cheater? That he was a villain? Aizawa steeled himself and met Hizashi–Yamada in the eye. Then he hesitated, because the other boy was smiling gently. Aizawa took a deep breath. But he couldn’t say anything. He nodded.
“It’s nice to meet you!” He said cheerfully. Aizawa wasn’t sure whether or not to believe him, but then he didn’t have any time to think about it, because a teacher announced over the speaker system that it was time for the first years to line up with their groups on the pitch. “Good luck out there, buddy! See you in 1-A!” Hizashi told him, winking. Aizawa’s heart did not flutter.
“You too,” Aizawa returned, proud of how his voice didn’t shake.
When the festival finally started in earnest, Aizawa didn’t think he’d ever tried so hard at anything in his life.
Hizashi was in the top hero class.
Hizashi thought he could be, too.
And then suddenly it was the third round, and it was Hizashi of all people standing across from him.
“Good luck!”
Aizawa opened his mouth to return the well wishing, but then the gunshot sounded, and Hizashi screamed. Aizawa was nearly thrown backwards towards the line, but he darted to the left at the last second. He charged forward, wishing he had the capture weapon he’d been training with, and activated his quirk.
Hizashi blinked, clutching at his throat. “What?” He asked, voice not amplified this time like it had been before. Aizawa didn’t wait for him to get his bearings. Without blinking, he threw a suckerpunch. It connected. Hizashi gasped as the wind was knocked out of him, but he threw a return attack towards Aizawa’s side.
As the fight went on, it was clear Hizashi was giving his all despite his earlier claims that he’d see Aizawa in the hero course. And yet, that made his respect for his mystery cat-feeding boy rise all that much higher. He always liked it when people tried their best.
(It was kind of hot.)
Aizawa hooked an ankle around Hizashi’s leg, tripping him forward. Using that momentum, Aizawa flung the taller boy forward, knocking him across the line.
The gunshot sounded again, marking the end of the round. Aizawa’s eyes widened in disbelief. He won. He still had potentially three more rounds to go, but finally it felt possible. He looked down at Hizashi, and reached out his hand. Hizashi grinned at him and pulled himself up, his hand warm and smooth in Aizawa’s own roughly calloused one.
“That was amazing, Shouta!”
Aizawa blushed and was about to thank him, when he frowned. “How do you-”
The other boy blanched, blurted out something that was just slightly too loud and too fast for him to catch, and then he darted off. Aizawa was left in his dust, blinking. “How do you know my name?” he asked the air.
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Aizawa returned to see the cats every day after that, but he never saw Hizashi. Something sank deeper into his chest every time he came back to the corner of the building and saw that a can of catfood had already been left, the good Samaritan already gone.
Aizawa sank down next to the unnamed gray cat the last day of school before winter break, stroking her coat. It was cold outside, and Aizawa was freezing. His parents hadn’t bothered to get him a new coat that year, and his old one didn’t fit at all. It was less embarrassing to just go without and pretend he wasn’t forcing himself to not constantly shiver. He hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Hizashi since the sports festival. “Did… did he know?” he asked the cat, ignoring the burning in his eyes. Damn dry eyes. “Did I creep him out?” Aizawa wiped furiously at his eyes, his fingers almost numb with cold. He was trembling, teeth chattering. The wind was picking up. “I-” Aizawa swallowed. His throat was sore. “I th-thought h-he mi-might-t have want-ted to be fr-friends,” he said around his teeth chattering.
Something warm dropped around his shoulders. Aizawa flinched, head snapping up.
It was Hizashi.
The blonde boy chewed his lip. Aizawa stared at him in silence, then looked down, and saw that it was a thick, warm coat that had been draped over his shoulders.
Hizashi wasn’t wearing a coat. He stuck his hands into his pockets, shoulders hunched up around his ears. “Um. You, uh, looked cold.” Hizashi crouched down to pet the brown cat.
Aizawa held very still as Hizashi got closer, heat from his body warming him almost as much as the coat was. Hizashi turned his head to look at them. Aizawa felt his whole face catch on fire. The other boy was very close to him. Hizashi opened his mouth, as if to say something, when somebody shouted.
“Yamada! Where are you man! We were supposed to walk to the arcade together to celebrate!”
Aizawa scrambled to his feet and darted away as he heard the other voice get closer.
Of course Hizashi already had friends. Not everyone was a friendless loser like him.
He made it all the way home before he realized that he was still clutching Hizashi’s coat around himself like a cape.
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Aizawa stood outside the door of class 1-A. He’d gotten the letter over winter break that he’d been accepted into the hero course. Aizawa had read the letter by himself, alone, in his room, with no one to tell.
He had wanted to tell Hizashi.
Aizawa had glanced at the coat that lay folded next to his bed. He wore it every day. Then he sighed. How pathetic was he? They weren’t friends. He hadn’t even properly introduced himself.
And yet somehow Hizashi already knew his name.
Aizawa stared at the door. Something, he couldn’t put a name to it, was stopping him from pushing it open. Aizawa fingered the edges of the sleeves of his–Hizashi’s–coat.
“Shouta?” Aizawa froze, slowly turned around, and took in the sight of Hizashi standing there, green eyes wide in shock. Then a smile spread across the boy’s face. “You made it! You got in! I heard that Kikuchi got kicked out, but I didn’t know you replaced him!”
Aizawa swallowed. “Yes,” he said, voice just a little too soft for him to sound confident. “I got the letter two weeks ago.” Hizashi beamed, then his smile fell a bit. He held out his hand.
“I realized we didn’t do this properly,” he laughed a bit. “My name is Yamada Hizashi. I’m fifteen. I like the color black, and I want to be a hero.”
Aizawa tried to look like he didn’t already know all of that. “...my name is Aizawa Shouta. I’m fifteen. I like the color yellow… and I want to be a hero.”
When Aizawa officially met Hizashi the first Monday of his second semester at UA, he was already half in love with him.
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Hizashi had fallen in love exactly once in his life.
And it was at the grocery store of all things.
He’d just gotten a large amount of money for his birthday, and he was looking to waste it all on CDs, some new headphones, and an obscene amount of candy.
Then, he saw him. The cutest fucking boy on the planet. He was small. Well, actually, he was almost as tall as Hizashi, and Hizashi was fairly tall for his age. The other boy was also well-muscled in a way that told stories of hard work. But, there was something in the way he held himself that made Hizashi want to…want to… he didn’t even know. Do something. His hair was black and sleek, hanging around his ears. His skin was pale, like a doll’s, with delicate features, and his eyes were the prettiest shade of slate gray he’d ever seen.
He was also wearing jeans with rips that were poorly sewn back together, a shirt too large for him that still looked worn with ragged seams, and shoes that were held together with duct tape.
And his face was gaunt with deep bags under his eyes.
And his hands were shaking.
And his shoulders were slumped.
The boy was staring at the premade chicken in the case, the smell permeating through the air of the entire store. Hizashi felt a lump in his throat, and he touched his fingers to the inside of his pocket, where he was holding enough money to feed a family for a week.
Would it be weird to give it to him?
He watched as the boy turned away from the food, and slinked down an aisle. Hizashi followed him from a distance, and watched as he bought cat food.
Why didn’t he buy food for himself?
But then the boy exited the store and was gone before Hizashi knew what to do about it. He ached at the sudden feeling of loss. He looked at the electronics section, and then left the store.
Suddenly, he didn’t think he could stomach buying a 40 thousand yen headset.
Hizashi thought about the boy all weekend, and all the way to UA the next Monday, when he saw him again. Hizashi knew instantly it was the same boy. The same hair. The same cute face…
And a threadbare uniform.
Hizashi touched his bag where he still had his birthday money.
Then the crowd of students swept them all of and he lost sight of him.
“What’chu looking at?” Tensei threw an arm around his shoulders. They’d met the first day of school and instantly clicked. Hizashi didn’t think twice before saying
“I met the prettiest boy in the world and I’m worried he’s starving to death and I have money but I don’t know how to give it to him also I think he has a pet cat.”
Tensei didn’t even blink. “What’s he like?”
Hizashi thinks for a second. “I don’t know. I’ll get back to you on that.”
After the last class, which was Heroic History and always let out early, Hizashi wandered through the halls, keeping a keen eye out. He was rewarded by the sight of the boy slinking slowly down the hall by himself. Hizashi ached when he noticed the other kids coming out of his classroom seemed to give him a wide berth.
Hizashi gritted his teeth and hoped it wasn’t because he wasn’t well-off.
Hizashi followed the boy outside, keeping his distance as the boy rounded the corner of the school, digging for something in his bag.
And then Hizashi saw the prettiest boy do the cutest thing.
He meowed.
And at his meow, two adorable kittens darted out of a bush. Strays, Hizashi realized as the prettiest boy brought out the can of catfood Hizashi had seen him buy. The prettiest boy was going hungry to feed strays. Hizashi closed his eyes and clutched at his heart.
The boy suddenly seemed to realize he was being watched, so Hizashi ran back where he came from, a big stupid smile on his face as he slowly started compiling a list of things he new about the boy.
One, he was gorgeous.
Two, he was adorable.
Three, he didn’t have a lot.
Four, what he did have, he seemed to share.
Five, he didn’t seem to have friends.
Six, he was kind.
Seven, Hizashi hesitated. Seven… he seemed lonely.
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“I know seven things about him!” Hizashi announced to Tensei the next day. Tensei stared at him for a long moment.
“....who?” he asked, bewildered.
“The prettiest boy in the world!”
“Ooooh,” came a voice behind them. “And who is this pretty boy we’re talking about?”
Hizashi sighs. “I don’t know his name, Nemuri.”
Nemuri, a second year in class 2-B, scrunches her nose. Hizashi met her through Tensei, and he liked her a lot. But she was also kind of nosy when it came to people’s love lives. “Point him out to me, I’ll probably know.” Hizashi didn’t doubt that. Nemuri was always in everyone’s business. Hizashi squinted and looked out among the throngs of students as they made their way to class.
“I don’t see him,” Hizashi sighed, which is, of course, when he sees a flash of black hair. He whips around. “Wait! There,” he whispered, pointing as subtly as he could.
Nemuri looked in the direction he was pointing. “...do you mean Mister Dark and Brooding who’s glaring at Hideki?”
“Yeah!” Hizashi beamed. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”
Nemuri scrunched her nose. “Sure, babe.” She shook her head. “Anyway, you’re in luck! That is Aizawa Shouta of class 1-C. Kind of a tool by all accounts. People can’t agree on what his quirk is – some people say he can control you with his mind, some people say he can make your heart stop, some people say he can kill a man at ten paces.” She shrugs. “But he has no friends and is a dick. That’s really all there is to it.”
“I know that ninety percent of that are lies that were told to you,” Hizashi said, voice flat. “So I’ll forgive you.”
Nemuri gasps in fake hurt. “You don’t believe me?”
Hizashi casts one more look over his shoulder at the prettiest boy.
At Shouta.
“No,” he said firmly. “I don’t.”
♡ღ‿ღ♡ ʕ•̫͡•ʕ*̫͡*ʕ•͓͡•ʔ-̫͡-ʕ•̫͡•ʔ*̫͡*ʔ-̫͡-ʔ ♡ღ‿ღ♡
Hizashi hurried outside as soon as his final class was over. The night before he’d gone back to the shop and agonized over the cat food selection before deciding to just go with the most expensive. He could afford it, and Shouta’s cats deserved the best. But when he got to the cats, neither Shouta nor the cats were in sight. Hizashi sighed, and hoped he was just early and that it wasn’t that Shouta had already left.
“Here, kitty, kitty, kitties,” he called out. “Pspspspsps. I have food. Come on out babies…” He tried to keep his voice low.
Then he felt eyes on his neck.
He purposefully didn’t look, but as the cats came into view – and he died inside at how cute they were – he slowly started turning his body in the direction that he sensed movement from.
His heart fluttered when he saw Shouta, just barely visible from where he was hiding around the corner, but it was definitely him. He looked thinner up close, and there was a smear of red blush across his nose that made him look younger. His hair hung in front of his face, but his gray eyes were just as piercing as ever.
Hizashi spared as much of his attention as he could while petting the cats. He waited. Surely, surely Shouta would come join him if he was patient enough.
But he never did.
Every day, Hizashi returned to feed the cats, hoping that if he kept doing it that Shouta wouldn’t spend any more of his money on cat food, and instead buy something for himself. And, every day, Shouta appeared just around the corner, silently watching him.
So, Hizashi started talking to him. He told him, well, everything. All about his day, about his granny, about growing up in foster care, about wanting to be a radio host, about wanting to make his own music, about what music he was currently obsessed with.
Shouta never said anything back, but Hizashi knew he was listening. And, well, he started telling him things he’d never said to anybody.
“And maybe, one day, I’ll have a biiiiiig family,” Hizashi said, voice soft and hopeful as he pet the Brown cat that he’d mentally dubbed Cupcake. “I want at least three kids, maybe more. I don’t really care what gender, honestly. And…” Hizashi hesitated. “I want a… partner… that really loves them. And me, of course, but I definitely want a partner who loves kids. Loves our kids.”
He strained his ears to hear anything from Shouta’s direction. Nothing. Hizashi sighed. “Who am I kidding,” he whispered.
But then he heard it. The sound of a footstep.
Hizashi whipped around. Shouta had taken a step forward, but as soon as Hizashi had turned to face him he’d darted away. “Wait!” Hizashi cried, trying to get to his feet, but tripping over the gray cat. It hissed and swatted at him as he lay on the ground, groaning.
“Fuck.” he said.
♡ღ‿ღ♡ ʕ•̫͡•ʕ*̫͡*ʕ•͓͡•ʔ-̫͡-ʕ•̫͡•ʔ*̫͡*ʔ-̫͡-ʔ ♡ღ‿ღ♡
And then, Hizashi met him in the hallway near the third floor on the day of the Sports Festival. He was walking down the hall by himself, looking distracted. Despite himself, Hizashi drifted closer. And closer. Until they were walking side by side.
“Yamada Hizashi.” Shouta whispered. Hizashi beamed. SHOUTA KNEW HIS NAME?! Their shoulders bumped, and Shouta’s head whipped up to look at him. His face was pink and his eyes were wide. He was as adorable as ever. “Yamada Hizashi,” he said again, a little louder this time.
Hizashi beamed at him. “That’s me!” and then of course his mouth had to keep going before he could tell it to shut up. “I’ve heard about you! I’ve never caught your name, though. You’re trying to get into the hero course, right? I’m in class 1-A! Maybe you’ll be moved there!”
Shit. That was too much, wasn’t it. Aizawa’s mouth was slightly agape, and his face was even redder than before. But, now he looked nervous. He nodded, just a quick jerk of his head, and Hizashi said. “It’s nice to meet you!” But that made Aizawa draw his shoulders up to his ears and stare at the ground. Before Hizashi could ask him something, anything, to break the ice, they were called to the pitch. Hizashi gave Aizawa his best smile. “Good luck out there, buddy! See you in 1-A!” And then he winked before he could tell himself that was too cringe.
Buddy? Really?
But Aizawa finally spoke, and Hizashi heard his voice for the first time since he meowed.
“You, too.”
Hizashi had to turn and run before he did something else cringe. Like confess his undying love.
But then Aizawa kicked his ass in the festival and Hizashi knew he was done for.
This wasn’t a crush.
This was serious.
And he ruined it by revealing he knew Shouta’s name without having been told, outing himself as the stalker he was.
♡ღ‿ღ♡ ʕ•̫͡•ʕ*̫͡*ʕ•͓͡•ʔ-̫͡-ʕ•̫͡•ʔ*̫͡*ʔ-̫͡-ʔ ♡ღ‿ღ♡
Hizashi kept feeding the cats, he wasn’t a monster. But he didn’t stick around.
If Aizawa had wanted to be his friend, he’d had weeks to approach him.
But he didn’t.
And Hizashi was well versed in removing himself from places where he wasn’t wanted.
♡ღ‿ღ♡ ʕ•̫͡•ʕ*̫͡*ʕ•͓͡•ʔ-̫͡-ʕ•̫͡•ʔ*̫͡*ʔ-̫͡-ʔ ♡ღ‿ღ♡
Hizashi was running late. It was the last day of school and it was fucking cold and his heart was still broken and he’d forgotten his coat in his locker. He’d only just managed to open the can of catfood when he heard the familiar sound of footsteps on the half frozen grass. Hizashi dropped it in a panic and darted around the corner.
He knew it was Shouta. He didn’t have to look. Hizashi sighed silently and leaned his head against the wall. It was the last day before break. One peek wouldn’t hurt? After today, he wouldn’t have a chance to even get glimpses of Shouta in the hall, little crumbs that his broken heart had been living off of for the past month.
Hizashi peered around the corner.
And then his heart broken even further because Shouta was crying.
Silently crying.
Only a specific kind of kid knows how to cry great heaving sobs like that without making a sound. Hizashi felt tears spring to his own eyes.
And then he wanted to strangle himself because Shouta was crying because of him.
“Did… did he know?” Shouta whispered to the cat, tears dripping down his chin. His face even paler than normal in the cold except for the tip of his nose which was pink. “Did I creep him out?” Shouta wiped his eyes, his fingers looking almost blue. He was trembling, teeth chattering. “I-I th-thought h-he mi-might-t have want-ted to be fr-friends.”
Hizashi was moving before he knew it, drawing his arms out of his coat sleeves and gently draping it over Shouta’s hunched shoulders. Shouta flinched and looked up, his eyes were tinged red. Hizashi didn’t know what to say.
“Um. You, uh, looked cold.” Hizashi knelt down next to him, as slowly as he would approach a stray cat. Nonchalantly as he could, he pet the cat closest to Shouta. He was about to ask Shouta, finally ask, if he wanted to go get some cocoa with him, when goddamned Tensei showed up.
And then Shouta was gone, and he didn’t see him all break.
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But then, come spring semester, Shouta was there. He was taller. He was as beautiful as ever.
And he was wearing Hizashi’s coat.
♡ღ‿ღ♡ ʕ•̫͡•ʕ*̫͡*ʕ•͓͡•ʔ-̫͡-ʕ•̫͡•ʔ*̫͡*ʔ-̫͡-ʔ ♡ღ‿ღ♡
Twenty Years Later
Hizashi sat back in the medical wing, Recovery Girl’s annoyed puttering a familiar background noise, as Shouta drew the sheets up to his chin.
He was still the prettiest boy in the world.
Even though he was glaring at him.
“What,” Hizashi pouted.
“You didn’t tell me you snuck out of the hospital,” Shouta hissed.
Hizashi couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “I’d assumed it was implied.” Shouta’s glare didn’t let up. But Hizashi smiled at him regardless, even as sleep threatened to take him. His body wasn’t fully recovered, and it was really letting him know. He knew that Shouta couldn’t be that angry with him. This was his relieved but I wont show it glare.
Shouta had kissed him, after all.
Not the gentle on the cheek or top of the head kisses that he’d slowly been stealing when Shouta was half asleep in the past few years as they’d grown closer than he ever hoped to dream.
A proper kiss.
Hizashi wondered what it would take to get another one.
He wasn’t completely getting his head smashed in again if he got rewarded like that.
Shouta seemed to be reading his mind again, because he snapped. “Don’t.” He didn’t expound on what he meant by that. But he’d known Shouta for twenty years. He didn’t have to.
“I was just thinking!” Hizashi defended himself. Shouta snorted. Hizashi put his most innocent face on.
“I love you.”
Shouta froze, staring at him. Hizashi smiled helplessly. “I love you, Shouta.” He repeated, just in case it hadn’t penetrated the first time. Slowly, Shouta slid his hand into his.
“I…” Shouta’s face flushed pink the way he always denied made him look adorable. “You love me?”
Hizashi decided to push his luck and pull Shouta down to his level, making Shouta brace himself with the hand not being held against the mattress. Hizashi wrapped a hand around the back of Shouta’s neck and pulled him in even closer.
This kiss was deeper than the last one. Still chaste, but firmer. Shouta’s hand holding him up falter, and then he had all six feet of pure muscle pressed against his still healing ribs, but Hizashi didn’t dare make any sound of pain.
Not when Shouta had started crying. Hizashi let him pull back, and he wiped away the few tears that had managed to escape his usually dry eyes. “I always have, dummy.”
Shouta leaned back in. Hizashi met him halfway, pressing back, letting his eyes fall shut, memorizing the feel, the taste. The way Shouta lingered. The way Shouta didn’t go far when he pulled back. The why Shouta’s breath mixed with his as he said “I love you, too.”
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hello!! can i request scenario or hc (which ever is easier for you!!) of ichiro with a super clingy f!s/o?? like constantly wanting to hold hands or lean on him and would get a little whiny if he had to leave etc. thank you sm :3
this is so cute!! i hope you like it anon :,)
Ichiro x super clingy f!so
"Baby..." Ichiro looked down at his girlfriend who had wrapped her arms around his waist as he tried to leave the house. "I know you'll miss me but I have to leave for this delivery or they'll cut my pay...you know that," he sighed. You pouted, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes, "Can I come along? I promise I won't get in your way." With a tired sigh, he smiled softly at you and shook his head. "I know you want to come along baby but you know I can't do that, the client would probably hate that." Your pout deepened as you whined, "But you promised to stay at home with me today..." Ichiro placed both hands on your shoulders and pushed you away gently, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on your forehead, "I'll be back real soon okay? In the meantime, you can hug Ichiteddy." He gestured at something on the couch.
You followed your boyfriend's line of sight, landing on the teddy bear that lay on the couch in the living room. Ichiteddy had been a birthday present from Ichiro. Being the clingy girlfriend that you were, he knew that he would never hear the end of it whenever he tried to leave the house and hence decided to get a quick "body double" to keep you company instead. After all, he was kind of tired of sneaking out of the house when you were asleep or busy. You've loved it ever since, sometimes even making it a point to give Ichiteddy all your kisses even though your boyfriend was right next to you. Making him jealous never really worked, however, because you loved your boyfriend too much to not jump into his arms and pepper him with kisses. Occasionally, you would spray Ichiro's cologne onto Ichiteddy, hugging it whenever you felt down or alone.
You sighed, pursing your lips. Dragging your feet over to the couch, you plopped down onto it unceremoniously as you picked up Ichiteddy. Holding it close to your heart, you made a sad wave at Ichiro who was now frowning at you. "I'm sorry my love...I know I made a promise to be with you and everything..." He walked over to where you were sitting, sitting down beside you and leaning in to give you a kiss on the forehead. That dragged out a delightful giggle from your lips and he grinned, happy to see such a smile on his beloved girlfriend's face. "Well...you better be back soon okay?" You muttered, intertwining your fingers with his, "I'll be waiting." He nodded, bringing his lips in close to yours as he gave you a quick peck on the lips, "I know."
Extra HCs:
He loves the attention honestly, Ichiro's also a very clingy boyfriend so he'd be more happy to indulge in your requests to kiss him and hold his hand
Physical touch is one of his love languages so no matter what he always finds a way to put his arm around you
He ABSOLUTELY loves giving you forehead kisses because he thinks it's the most intimate thing ever and he loves it when you give him cheek kisses
Cuddles all the way
Sometimes has a Yamada family + you group hug with Saburo and Jiro as well because he wants his brothers to like their future sister-in-law (you)
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'Actress Claire Foy is ready and braced for a lot of personal reactions to her latest film All of Us Strangers. Adapted from Taichi Yamada’s novel Strangers, writer-director Andrew Haigh’s emotional reimagining finds gay screenwriter Adam (Andrew Scott) working on a script inspired by a devastating personal tragedy: in the early ’80s, both his parents died in a car crash when he was just 12. Seeking inspiration, Adam travels back to his childhood neighborhood where he encounters his parents (Claire Foy and Jamie Bell) — not only still living in his former home but looking exactly the same as the last time he saw them.
DEADLINE: How did you first hear about All of Us Strangers?
CLAIRE FOY: It was actually three or four months before we started shooting. One of my agents, Billy Lazarus, had a very, very emotional response to it, and I knew that it was something quite special. Then I met Andrew [Haigh] and he’s just so open as a person, and unassuming about what he does, which is so encouraging because what he does is so tender and truthful and not precious in any way. I just thought, it’s going to be really special to be a part of this film.
DEADLINE: Did Andrew tell you whether your role of Mum was loosely based on his own mother? Or was it less specific?
FOY: I don’t know whether he was basing it on his mother or a generational group of parents who were the children of war babies in the U.K. And that’s quite a specific generation of people. You have a specific set of values and beliefs that have come out of the war generation about how they were brought up, what you do and don’t do, how you express yourself, what you talk about and don’t talk about. And then it’s like, someone like Adam is the fruit of those people.
I’m from a family where there’s a hell of a lot of women. I’ve got so many aunts in my family, so ‘mum’ became an amalgamation of the many different women in many different moments to me.
DEADLINE: When you knew that Jamie Bell was going to play your husband, did you spend some time with him to work on the relationship we see on screen?
FOY: Not really. I had never met him before in my life, and so when he signed up, I just knew that it wouldn’t be a problem. I think I have loved Jamie Bell since Billy Elliot, as everybody else in the world, and sort of feel a deep affection for him. He’s so engaged all the time, and his emotions are so close to the surface. It’s the most beautiful thing to see in a man that has such access to it all the time.
DEADLINE: It sounds like all the family moments between you, Jamie and Andrew were really natural to shoot.
FOY: I can’t really put my finger on what it was, but it was the coming together of three people who’d known each other a long time. And it was immediate. We were all there. We were kissing each other on the lips to say goodbye in that scene where we say goodbye. And it could have been a sort of weird thing where Adam is kissing his parents on the lips as an adult, but it just didn’t feel weird. It just felt so right. And I just don’t think you can fake things like that. I just think that’s incredible casting by Andrew [Haigh] in that he knew we’d all get on. But we’re also quite similar to Andrew, to the point where we had very little friction ever on set.
DEADLINE: Is it true that this is the first film where you’re not performing with an accent?
FOY: I was very much gunning for being Irish. My family is Irish, and I’ve always said I’m going to do an Irish accent in a film. There wasn’t a lot of prep time, but I was like, I don’t think it’s going to be a problem. So, I spoke to my friend who’s a dialect coach, and I went, “Here’s my Irish accent.” And he went, “OK, so the problem is, you speak with the accent of someone who lived in Ireland a hundred years ago and was a rural farmer.” I guess my accent was inspired by Barry, my granddad, who is 94 now [laughs]. But what’s so amazing about this film, is that it suspends everyone’s reality. Adam moved back to Ireland with his nan after his parents died, and hence he’s Irish and they’re not.
DEADLINE: The moment when Adam comes out to his mother is quite tough to watch. She doesn’t respond in a way that he hoped.
FOY: It’s not sentimental. Andrew Haigh had written it as complicated. I feel like Adam’s journey in the film is one that isn’t tied up in a bow. He has suffered a great tragedy. His parents died at the beginning of his adolescence. It’s terrible to lose to your parents in any way, but for Adam about to step out into the world, he doesn’t have them in a formative period of his life. That in itself is so heartbreaking.
It was really interesting being invited into that scene from a position of having the two Andrews talking about their own experiences. I think Andrew Scott didn’t want it to be a coming out scene. He didn’t want it to be that he had gone there to his mum’s house with the idea that he had to come out. Because he’s a man in his forties, and has an understanding of himself and his sexuality. There was no unresolved business there for him.
I didn’t want my modern sensibilities to get in the way of the fact that whilst everything she says is said dripping in love, he feels judged just by virtue of what she’s saying. I think it would short-change both the audience and the characters to make her say the right thing. I think it had to be that scenario where you had to see the difference in a time period that they haven’t had with each other.
DEADLINE: She’s also processing the information at the same time.
FOY: When we try to understand off thoughts and emotions, that’s when people get hurt because it comes out before you assimilate in your brain. I think she felt upset about missing so much out on his life. She didn’t know what his teenage years were like. She didn’t know what his twenties or his thirties were like. She didn’t know any of that. And then to have your son say something so fundamental about who he is, and she doesn’t know it, I think she’s deeply wounded by that and goes on the defense in a mundane way.
I felt a very strong instinct that she felt she was being criticized. Everything about who he was now as a person was an indication of how she hadn’t fulfilled her job as the mother properly. Everything is an exclusion from his life because she died. Because if she had lived, then she wouldn’t have a gay son. She would have a son who was married with twenty-five children and living in a house. It was really interesting because I genuinely felt like everything Andrew was doing was a criticism.
I also didn’t want to make her nicer. I didn’t want to make her say the right things. I wanted it to be truthful. I knew when I was shooting it that people would have visceral reactions to my portrayal of that person and they’re completely entitled to it. In fact, it is most truthful how these interactions go from what I have learned.
DEADLINE: Was there ever a scene that was even too much emotionally for you to be in?
FOY: The final scene in TGI Fridays with me, Andrew and Jamie. Sometimes something happens in a scene where you think it’s going to be one thing, you do all your prep, you have in your head what you think your character wants out of the scene and then an actor does something and it changes everything.
So Jamie just sat down and we did this bloody scene, and by the end, Andrew and I were just like howling, crying. All three of us were just bawling our eyes out and we were like, this is wrong. We shouldn’t be like this. It was really, really incredible. I suppose I believed everyone so much that I was just in there with them. And then at the end I just worship and bow down to them. That’s what I do.
DEADLINE: I have to ask, what is it like to have Andrew Scott climb into his parents bed in his childhood PJs?
FOY It didn’t feel weird. (laughs) The way Andrew was playing it was so childlike and I think me and Jamie have kids so were so used to that dynamic of, all right, come on in. The only thing about that was Paul Mescal was also in the bed because the scene then switches to Andrew being in bed with him at home. And so there was the added element of, “What’s going on here? I’m in bed with these three men. What’s happened to my life?”
DEADLINE: That’s a photo many people would like to see.
FOY: There is a photo! I’m hoping no one ever sees because I look like a competition winner and I could not be happier to be there. They look really cool and just like, “Yeah, whatever.” And I’m like, “Ahhhhhh!!!” It’s so embarrassing. No one’s ever seeing that photo. I’ll just have it for the rest of my life. I’m going to get it framed. (laughs)
DEADLINE: What is it like to work under the direction of Andrew Haigh?
FOY: He’s very similar to Sarah Polley, who I’ve worked with [on Women Talking]. Like Sarah, he doesn’t pretend to be the big all-knowing director. He often says, “I don’t know.” He’s very human and you feel like you’re genuinely having a conversation with him. I love how he picks up on little things you’re doing. He’s very observant. He’s also just a very kind person, very funny, very cynical, but also full of hope and love, and that’s made him a great director. As someone who is interested in human beings, I feel like he wants to get to the heart of most things in a truthful, honest way.
DEADLINE: The film is very subtle in its portayal of the ghosts that haunt Adam, and the way his denial of the past catches up with him.
FOY: There’s a scene in the film where Adam tells his new boyfriend Harry [Paul Mescal] about the fact that his parents died. And I think it’s the most brilliant piece of acting because it could be, “My parents died when I was 12.” But what he does is he says, “Oh no, it’s not a big deal,” because the trauma and the pain and the loss is so deep in his body, in his muscle, in his bones, he can’t touch it. He’s desensitized to it. This is what I’m projecting onto him in the film. He can’t access that, and the film is all about him attempting to access that grief in some way in order to be able to allow himself to love someone again.
I can think of nothing braver than losing someone you love and then being brave enough to try the whole thing all over again because what a terrifying concept that is. You have to live in denial or live every day knowing they could go, because either way, you can’t deal with it. It’s too much, that human connection. And it’s the one thing that makes human beings incredibly special is that we have the ability to do that.
To play the smells, the textures, the feeling of having parents — I think that’s what he misses his whole life. He didn’t have them, and then suddenly he has them, and he doesn’t want to leave them.
In the end, we’re all going to the same place. We like to pretend we’re not, but we’re all going to die. And inevitably it involves people being left behind. And that’s just the most incredibly painful concept, I think, of what it is to be alive.'
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My Hero Academia - A crack fic.
My Hero Academia - A crack fic. by grey goblin
9.30 pm *Midoriya created a group chat.* *Midoriya added 20 participants.* *Midoriya changed the group chat name to ‘1-A Group chat’.* *Midoriya changed Midoriya's name to ‘Gremlin’.* *Gremlin changed Bakugo's name to ‘Boom Boom Bitch Boy’.* *Gremlin changed Shoji's name to ‘Guy.exe’.* *Gremlin changed Tokoyami's name to ‘ My chemical crowmance’.* *Gremlin changed Todoroki's name to ‘Hot N Cold’.* Iida: Midoriya, while I think creating a class group chat is a good idea, changing our classmates' usernames is not. *Gremlin changed Iida's name to ‘Fuck you’* Fuck you: Midoriya, this is not acceptable! Please change my username back. *Gremlin changed Fuck you's name to ‘Walking Rulebook’*
Words: 428, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Relationships: Shoji Mezo/Tokoyami Fumikage/Koda Koji/Sato Rikido/Ojiro Mashirao, Shoji Mezo/Koda Koji, Ojiro Mashirao/Tokoyami Fumikage, Sato Rikido/Shoji Mezo, Tokoyami Fumikage/Sato Rikidou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina/Hagakure Tooru, Hagakure Tooru/Ojiro Mashirao, Midoriya izuku/hospital bed, Midoriya Izuku/Breaking His Fucking Bones, Bakugo Katsuki/Anger Management, Todoroki Shoto/Therapy, Aizawa Shouta/His Bright Yellow Sleeping Bag, Why Is It Fucking Yellow?, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Additional Tags: shinso hitoshi is apart of 1a, since the start of the year, why? bc im the author, no beta we die like sir nighteye, im a buff baby i dance like a man, aizawa's sleeping bag is an abomination to society, yes there are poly ships, writing this on my school laptop, dont you love rarepairs?, Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, i should be doing my school work, instead i'm writing this, oh well, Author Is Sleep Deprived
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39374160
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My Hero Academia - A crack fic.
My Hero Academia - A crack fic. by grey goblin
9.30 pm *Midoriya created a group chat.* *Midoriya added 20 participants.* *Midoriya changed the group chat name to ‘1-A Group chat’.* *Midoriya changed Midoriya's name to ‘Gremlin’.* *Gremlin changed Bakugo's name to ‘Boom Boom Bitch Boy’.* *Gremlin changed Shoji's name to ‘Guy.exe’.* *Gremlin changed Tokoyami's name to ‘ My chemical crowmance’.* *Gremlin changed Todoroki's name to ‘Hot N Cold’.* Iida: Midoriya, while I think creating a class group chat is a good idea, changing our classmates' usernames is not. *Gremlin changed Iida's name to ‘Fuck you’* Fuck you: Midoriya, this is not acceptable! Please change my username back. *Gremlin changed Fuck you's name to ‘Walking Rulebook’*
Words: 428, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Relationships: Shoji Mezo/Tokoyami Fumikage/Koda Koji/Sato Rikido/Ojiro Mashirao, Shoji Mezo/Koda Koji, Ojiro Mashirao/Tokoyami Fumikage, Sato Rikido/Shoji Mezo, Tokoyami Fumikage/Sato Rikidou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina/Hagakure Tooru, Hagakure Tooru/Ojiro Mashirao, Midoriya izuku/hospital bed, Midoriya Izuku/Breaking His Fucking Bones, Bakugo Katsuki/Anger Management, Todoroki Shoto/Therapy, Aizawa Shouta/His Bright Yellow Sleeping Bag, Why Is It Fucking Yellow?, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Additional Tags: shinso hitoshi is apart of 1a, since the start of the year, why? bc im the author, no beta we die like sir nighteye, im a buff baby i dance like a man, aizawa's sleeping bag is an abomination to society, yes there are poly ships, writing this on my school laptop, dont you love rarepairs?, Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, i should be doing my school work, instead i'm writing this, oh well, Author Is Sleep Deprived
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39374160
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sero-pairo · 2 years
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My Hero Academia - A crack fic.
by grey_goblin
9.30 pm *Midoriya created a group chat.* *Midoriya added 20 participants.* *Midoriya changed the group chat name to ‘1-A Group chat’.* *Midoriya changed Midoriya’s name to ‘Gremlin’.* *Gremlin changed Bakugo’s name to ‘Boom Boom Bitch Boy’.* *Gremlin changed Shoji’s name to ‘Guy.exe’.* *Gremlin changed Tokoyami’s name to ‘ My chemical crowmance’.* *Gremlin changed Todoroki’s name to ‘Hot N Cold’.*
Iida: Midoriya, while I think creating a class group chat is a good idea, changing our classmates' usernames is not.
*Gremlin changed Iida’s name to ‘Fuck you’*
Fuck you: Midoriya, this is not acceptable! Please change my username back.
*Gremlin changed Fuck you’s name to ‘Walking Rulebook’*
Words: 428, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Relationships: Shoji Mezo/Tokoyami Fumikage/Koda Koji/Sato Rikido/Ojiro Mashirao, Shoji Mezo/Koda Koji, Ojiro Mashirao/Tokoyami Fumikage, Sato Rikido/Shoji Mezo, Tokoyami Fumikage/Sato Rikidou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina/Hagakure Tooru, Hagakure Tooru/Ojiro Mashirao, Midoriya izuku/hospital bed, Midoriya Izuku/Breaking His Fucking Bones, Bakugo Katsuki/Anger Management, Todoroki Shoto/Therapy, Aizawa Shouta/His Bright Yellow Sleeping Bag, Why Is It Fucking Yellow?, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Additional Tags: shinso hitoshi is apart of 1a, since the start of the year, why? bc im the author, no beta we die like sir nighteye, im a buff baby i dance like a man, aizawa's sleeping bag is an abomination to society, yes there are poly ships, writing this on my school laptop, dont you love rarepairs?, Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, i should be doing my school work, instead i'm writing this, oh well, Author Is Sleep Deprived
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sadisweetomi · 2 years
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Executive ImpactGymboree Play & Music: Fostering creativity and confidence in children
TOKYO
Forty years ago, a mother from Marin County, California, tried to find a safe, fun place featuring age-appropriate activities for parents and young children to play together. Unable to do so, she started her own program. Ever since, Gymboree Play & Music has been fostering creativity and confidence in children aged 0-5 in 70 countries, including Japan.
The “mommy and me” classes of Gymboree programs are specially designed to help young children learn and develop as they play. The classes also help mothers learn about their child -- how to participate in and encourage his or her development -- while enjoying the simple pleasure of playing together.
Currently, Gymboree is at four locations in Japan – Motoazabu and Jiyugaoka in Tokyo, LaLaport in Yokohama and in Sapporo. In Japan, Kids Learning Network Company has the franchise for Gymboree Play & Music. Children learn art, singing, dancing, sports and cognitive skills as well as English. All classes are held in English with Japanese explanation by the bilingual teachers.
Overseeing operations in Japan are Nicole Yamada and her husband who founded Kids Learning Network Co. Japan Today visits the Motoazabu site to hear more from Yamada.
What is your background?
I am from New York. I came to Japan to study Japanese in Kyoto for one year. Then I went back to the U.S. to graduate. After that, I came back to Tohoku and worked as a translator for the government for two years. I returned to the U.S. to go to business school, which is where I met my husband. We decided to do a business together in Japan and that’s how Gymboree Japan came about. Being from the U.S., I knew about Gymboree and thought it would work in Japan. Kids Learning is a holding company that my husband and I created to bring the franchise to Japan.
When did you open the first Gymboree Japan location?
In 2006. It was this one here at Motoazabu. In total, we have four locations in Japan. We own three and have a sub-franchise in Sapporo.
How do you differ from daycare centers?
A daycare center is usually a drop-off and the mothers don’t stay there. They also have kids of different ages together, whereas we have different classes for different age groups from six months to five. The activities we do are similar with singing and dancing but it is for moms as well as kids. It’s a chance for mothers to make new friends. With a lot of our programming for younger babies, we are teaching mothers a lot about development, which they don’t do in daycare centers. We also teach them new ways to play with their children. On Saturdays and Sundays, we have classes for dads, as well.
Are the children mainly Japanese?
About 80% of the kids are Japanese. I think the English language environment appeals to Japanese parents. In this day and age, they want their children exposed to an English-speaking environment from as young as possible. Our teachers talk to the mothers in Japanese so they don’t feel uncomfortable. We do have non-Japanese kids who come, too. If they have been in Gymboree programs abroad, their membership is valid here, as well. We charge a monthly fee for a once-a-week lesson. Some kids have been with us right through from six months to five, including many siblings as well. We offer a free trial for newcomers.
Do you change the lesson plan for Japan?
The lesson plan is standardized and can be accessed by anyone around the world online. The songs we sing and activities we do are the same wherever you go. The one addition in Japan is that we do bilingual classes with Japanese explanations but the themes themselves are the same.
How do your lessons prepare the Japanese children for when they go into elementary school?
The children acquire a lot more creativity and social communication skills as they get older. And their English level is better. Some kids go on to attend international schools after they leave us; others go Japanese kindergarten but come here on weekends to keep up their English.
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How do you market Gymboree in Japan?
The best marketing method is through word of mouth. We also have an Introduce a Friend campaign where mothers who are already here introduce a friend and they and the friend get a discount. We do campaigns every year. For example, now we are doing a spring campaign with discounts. In addition, we have a Facebook and homepage. Because it’s the 40th anniversary of Gymboree in the U.S., they are rebranding, changing colors and so on, so we will be, too, in the next few months.
What sort of personality makes a good Gymboree teacher?
Teachers have to be good voice performers because they need to sing and dance with the children. Ideally, they should have some experience teaching children. They also have to be bilingual which makes it hard to find the right people. We try to encourage teachers to stay for one year and spend a month and a half training them. But a lot are from abroad, so things happen and they have to leave. Many teachers are part-time and are into art and dance.
As a business, how are you doing?
We are doing well and growing. We have one company interested in a sub-franchise in the Kobe area. We prefer to be in residential areas. The Yokohama site is in the LaLaport shopping mall and that is our first experience at being in a mall. It’s harder to get customers there.
What does your online shop sell?
Toys we use in classes. It’s basically a way to extend the Gymboree brand. However, Japanese customs can be a problem with imports, so we buy a lot of products in Japan.
As vice president of Kids Learning Network Co, what do you focus on?
I am here Monday through Friday and do admin, reception, hiring, marketing and PR.
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black-and-yellow · 3 years
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Hey! Can you draw the rooftop squad pls? (Hizashi, Aizawa, Nemuri and Oboro, and don't forget Sushi)
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Gladly.
First time drawing Oboro so sorry if I butchered him. I haven't finished Vigilantes yet (I know, I know) so I haven't properly met him yet. But I've seen a load of spoilers so I've pretty much read it. I think Oboro would be proud of his friends if he somehow came back.
It's just a burning memory.
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mellowyandere · 3 years
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You’re Ours to Protect
Had a weird dream last night. Thought you might enjoy it. 
Reader: F
Characters: Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead), Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)
Summary: Your time as an anti-hero might finally be coming to an end. With three pros on your tail it’s a miracle this didn't happen sooner. (Reader has a quirk but it’s not very important to the smut.)
Length: 4.5 K (I have come to the conclusion that I am incapable of writing below 4 K)
Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, slight bondage/restraints, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal fingering, anal sex, M/M/F, mostly clothed male, naked reader, slight cum swallowing, Eraserhead and Present Mic are in an established relationship in this fic. 
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Hands were on your body, hands that shouldn’t be there. Your mind was stuck in a fog, your limbs so heavy you could barely move them. What was going on? You strained to remember, thinking long and hard about what might have led you here as calloused fingers blazed trails along your exposed thighs. You managed to wiggle your limbs a bit, shaking off the haze that muddled your brain.
You groaned, trying to open your eyes so you can get a better understanding of your surroundings. Your hands were restrained behind your back but it seemed your legs were free. You'd murder who ever had their fucking hands on you. As your eyes adjusted to the light you couldn't help but groan again as the figure in front of you came into view. You tried and failed to subtly use your quirk, this didn’t look good.
“Eraserhead. Didn’t realize you were still wasting your time looking for me. Not my fault I beat you to that criminal. Hero’s leaving trash like him alive is such a stupid concept. He was a murderer you know.” 
You looked around to the best of your ability as you spoke, you were sitting on a plush dark green couch in what appeared to be a relatively empty basement. You had been stripped of your gear, leaving you in your underwear and an oversized t-shirt. Two men were flanking you on the couch. The one to your left you didn't recognize. He was ridiculously tall, as well as skinny. Blond hair a mess as two long bangs hid his eyes from view. To your right was a pro you did recognize. His emerald green eyes sparkled in delight behind his civilian glasses as he grinned down at you. So it was their hands on your body currently. They’d die first then. 
“So, what does that make you?” the dark haired pro murmured, leaning forwards and somewhat regaining your attention. 
You ignored his question, opting to look about some more. There wasn't a one-way mirror or any recording device in sight. Were they interrogating you off the books? This whole situation seemed off, these were heroes right? They’d convict you and leave you to rot in a dingy jail cell somewhere.. but this didn't look like a normal interrogation room. 
“I know this is my first time getting caught and all but this doesn’t really seem up to protocol. Gonna haul me away after having fun or something?” You shifted your gaze to the obsidian eyes in front of you, leaning forwards to mimic his posture. 
Present Mic barked out a laugh, hand squeezing harder on you thigh much to your annoyance. “Sorry babe but prison won’t be your final destination! I mean after all y’aint evil, just a lil misguided is all, nothin’ three pros can’t fix.” He ended his sentence with a pinch to your leg. 
“If you don’t get your fucking hands off me I’ll kill you!” You snarled, turning and getting up in Present Mic’s face. The tall blond to your left pulled his hands back, scooting away as Present Mic continued to leer down at you. 
“HAH little girls got some bite, but we already knew that. Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to use that quirk. I’m hurt now! You really would try to kill me huh?” he mocked with a fake pout, but you could see the amusement in his eyes. 
“I’m sure you’ve already realized by now you can’t use your quirk. It wasn’t easy making a device to cancel it out, but thanks to our newest colleague here the hardest part was collecting your DNA and picking what color collar we wanted.” Eraserhead leaned forward, fingers tugging on the collar you only now just realized was around your neck.
You tried to bite him, but he pulled back. If only you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face with a heart attack. Your quirk was the ability to clot blood after all. A handy trick if you found yourself injured, but even more so for killing once you learned how to properly control it. No one really batted an eye at an ischemic stroke due to the clotting of an artery to the brain. Well.. almost nobody.. 
“You have a very impressive ability,” the tall blond stated, “in all honesty we probably wouldn’t have caught on if we hadn’t watched you kill. You’ve induced countless of natural looking deaths, but upon closer inspection you target people whose crimes would have landed them in jail. Noble, but very misguided. You’re pretty reckless though, what if you had gotten hurt?” 
“So fucking what if I did.” You kept your eyes glued to Present Mic as you responded, trusting him a lot less than the man behind you. His eyes narrowed dangerously at your snarky rebuttal.
“Language young lady, and that’s no way to talk! What would compel you to risk your life, why don’t you trust your hero’s more?” 
You clenched your teeth in frustration but didn’t respond. You were done cooperating, not like you were doing much to begin with though.
The scrapping of a metal chair on concrete drew your gaze as Eraserhead stood up. 
“Back up Zashi, I’ll take over from here. Toshinori you’re fine where you are.” 
You couldn’t help but struggle a bit at his words. “What do you mean, what the hell are you going to do!? You insane or something? Just turn me in to the police!”
“You really don't pay attention do you. Hizashi already said you’re not going to the police. I don’t know what skeletons you have in your closet, or why you started killing people, but that will come out in due time. For now you don’t have to kill anymore. The three of us will take care of you, without the law sentencing you to life. We’ve been hunting you down for so long. We’ve been very patient, but right now you need us to help show you what you’ve been missing. Running around all by yourself, you must have been so lonely.” Eraserhead finished up his little spiel as he stalked forwards, looming over your sitting frame. 
“Don’t fucking TOUC-gah!” You had been so focused on Eraserhead’s approach you hadn’t noticed Present Mic coming at you with a gag until it was too late. 
“Yagi already asked you to watch that dirty mouth of yours, don’t worry though babe once you simmer down a bit we’ll take it out.”
“Ple-please Hizashi call me Toshinori we’ve been over this.”
You gave Eraserhead your best glare as he stopped in front of you. He smiled softly at your defiance before wedging his knee in between your legs and slamming his hands onto the couch, caging you in. Wait by show you what you were missing.. these hero's were going to..?
You tried to talk reason, but all that came out were muffled pleas. None of it coherent. 
“We’ve been watching over you for 5 months now kitten. Trying to find the best way to approach you but in the end taking you somewhere safe seemed to be the only logical solution. While getting this house ready for your arrival we all started to feel as if you belonged here all along. I know it’s not fair, we’ve had so much longer to get to know you, but you’ll know us just as well soon enough.”
It was official. These pros had lost their damn minds. They actually figured out how to justify what they were about to do to you. Your promise to only kill criminals was really coming back to bite you on the ass. 
You brought your legs up and tried to kick him off, but were quickly thwarted by two pairs of hands grabbing them and pinning you down. 
“Now now sweetheart none of that, Shouta here is just going to show you our conviction. No one will ever hurt you again now that we are here. Now that I am here” The last part was mumbled more to himself than the group. 
Something must have happened to these men to cause their hero complex to grow into something so twisted. But that was no fucking excuse for their actions. They needed therapy, not someone to play damsel in distress with.
Shouta lowered himself between your legs until he was kneeling on the floor in front of you. You tried to plead with your eyes, beg him to stop, but he met your gaze with something bordering love. That wasn’t good. Breaking eye contact he looked down at your underwear, bringing a hand up you held your breath as he gently brushed against your core. 
“You can’t even begin to imagine how much I’ve dreamed of this moment. You truly are something special, and yet you treat your life with such little regard it’s maddening.” He trailed his knuckles against the thin fabric as he spoke, your traitorous body sparking heat in your lower abdomen in anticipation. 
Pulling your underwear to the side he slowly began to slide his fingers up and down your progressively wetting folds. 
“Well now, someone secretly enjoyin’ themselves baby,” Hizashi all but purred, his hand squeezing your flesh while his gaze was transfixed on where his partner was violating you. You couldn’t help but let out a pitiful whine. It was absolutely humiliating being spread out before these three men. 
The noises your wet cunt were making were no help to your embarrassment, and they only got worse once the dark haired pro rid you of your last line of defense and began to insert two of his fingers. 
“H-how does she feel?” Toshinori couldn’t help but ask. His face was flushed red, along with the tips of his ears as his vibrant blue eyes watched Shouta’s fingers slowly sink inside you. 
“Tight, shit she’s tight. She’s perfect, so fucking wet for her hero's. I’ll work you open kitten don’t worry.” You couldn’t help but clamp down on his fingers at his words, earning a deep chuckle in response. 
“See now, such a good girl aren’t you. Prison is no place for you kitten, though if you want we can always role-play your wardens.”
Role-play my ass we’re already living it, was all you could think bitterly. 
As if he read your mind Shouta couldn’t help but continue to antagonize you, thumb beginning to make light circles against your clit as he pumped his fingers, adding a third and quickly burying them knuckle deep. Soft whimpers slipped from your mouth as you tried in vain to wiggle away from Eraserhead’s deft fingers. 
Hizashi was getting impatient, removing one of his hands to grasp your breast through the t-shirt you had on. His slim fingers began to pinch and rub your nipple, though his eyes never left your cunt. 
Toshinori was struggling in his own way. Raspy breaths with slight coughs as he grew more and more aroused. He too removed a hand from your leg, but instead made quick work of the zipper on his pants. Taking his semi hard cock in his hand he began gently stroke himself while watching your display. 
You truly were everything they had ever wanted. But you didn’t want this, despite your bodies responses to their ministrations. You could feel it, Shouta seemed to know exactly where to stroke as he worked you up tighter and tighter, velvety walls clamping down at your approaching climax. 
You found each man murmuring their own words of praise, anywhere from “That’s it baby girl, take all of Sho now,” to “Such a perfect princess, do you want to finish?” The man between your legs even adding to the mantra of soft words spoken to you. “So close kitten, see what good girls get. You’re going to cum for me okay?” 
He posed it like a question but you knew it was far from it. It was a statement, a matter of fact statement that you couldn’t deny even if you had tried. Your back arched, moans and mewls intercepted but not completely blocked out by your gag as you rocked against his hand. He gladly continued to finger you, watching as you came down from your high and only then removed his hand. 
You were panting hard, shame quickly washing away the pleasure from your orgasm. Sensing the shift in your demeanor Hizashi was quick to pounce, peppering your face in kisses despite your shifty protests and groans of despair. “None of that now babe, after all we’re just gettin’ this show started!” 
Shouta stood and moved out from between your legs, licking some of your slick off his hand before he wiped the rest on his black pants leg. “You got lube Zashi?” Hizashi paused his attack and shot the dark haired pro a million dollar smile. “You bet our babes cute ass I got it! Lemme find it, hold her Toshi.”
Toshinori floundered a bit, cock in hand as Hizashi shoved you closer to him, before jumping up from the couch. Eyes trailing down to his hand you couldn’t help but freeze in shock. Not only was this man stupid tall, his dick was frighteningly large. The older hero noticed your stare and couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at your expression. “Don’t worry princess, Shouta and Hizashi are going to help you today. My sides acting up so I’ll only be watching.” 
As if on cue the man was hit by a coughing fit, and much to your surprise he even coughed up some blood. Eraserhead was still looming over you, leaning over he gently rubbed the older blonds back as he tried to ease him through the pain. You didn’t dare move as all this transpired around you. What good would it have done you anyways? You were effectively quirkiness, and your fighting skills would be severely lacking against the two heroes you knew. You had no idea who this Toshinori guy was, but if he was close to Eraserhead and Present Mic you doubted he was weak. 
You heard Hizashi rummaging behind you through a dresser you hadn’t noticed earlier. Craning your neck, you peered over and cried out in frustration. 
“Tada!” He sung triumphantly, a small bottle of lube in his hand. “Act two can now officially begin!” You could only yell and wiggle about in protest, your arms still tied behind your back. Toshinori’s hand on your thigh moved to gently pat you on the head. 
“Behave now for them okay? If you’re good we can show you the rest of our home after this.” 
You jerked your head out from under his hand and yelled more incoherent nonsense out of frustration. You had expected anger to replace the adoring look in his eyes but you were only met with fond amusement. 
He stood up with a hearty laugh, erection still in hand as he grabbed Shouta’s discarded chair, sitting down facing the couch. Shouta was quick to take Toshinori’s place on the couch while Hizashi took up residence behind you. 
“I have a feelin’ this star ain’t a fan of the spotlight, no need to be camera shy babe.” You watched Shouta roll his eyes at his partner in crime before he began to manhandle you. Hands under your armpits he pulled you up and wrangled you onto your knees facing him on the couch. 
Hizashi slid one knee between your legs so you couldn't close them. Your tied hands couldn’t help but brush up against his clothed hard on, causing him to rut against you a bit in anticipation. 
Without warning he took a solid grip of your t-shirt and ripped it off. You squeaked in surprise, your face heating up as you realized you were the only person fully naked in the room. 
“Was it really necessary to rip my shirt?”
“Sorry about that Toshi! Didn’t want to delay the show with takin’ off her bindings yah dig? You rip them a bunch anyways so what’s another to the pile? But ain’t this just so much better, our baby girl on full display it makes my heart swoon!”
“Just get her ready Hizashi, and no rushing it, you don’t want to hurt her.”
“Aight aight sorry I’ll get to work, you keep her happy.”
Both men moved closer, pressing your body between them. They had propped themselves up on their knees and had you effectively stuck. Shouta gently placed one hand around your neck, giving your collar a tug, while the other trailed down and began to gently work your still wet pussy. 
You stared into his chest, trying your best to space out but jerked back to reality when you heard the pop of a lid behind you. 
“Don’t worry babe I’ll get you ready, I’m somewhat of a pro yah know?” 
That was when you felt his lubed finger gently prodding your other hole. You jolted forwards into Shouta who didn’t even budge in response to your full body weight. Hizashi simply shuffled closer, continuing to push until finally he breached you. You whimpered at the uncomfortable intrusion. 
Shouta's fingers lazily worked your cunt as he rocked his erection against your lower abdomen. Despite the fact that you hated the feeling of his growing arousal you couldn’t help but lean into him to try and get away from Hizashi as he slipped another finger inside. Tears slowly rolled down your face in frustration as the two heroes prepared your body. 
“There we go kitten, you’re doing so well. Just be patient alright and it won’t hurt so bad.” Shouta removed his hand from around your neck and placed it on your head, angling your gaze to the third member of the group you had almost forgotten while pulling you flush to his clothed chest so you couldn’t freely change your field of view. 
Toshinori was leaned back in the metal folding chair, which looked comically small with him sitting on it. His eyes were clouded with lust as he stroked his thick cock. His own pre-cum and spit adding obscene noises to his ministrations. He gave you a lopsided smile as you made eye contact, causing you to quirky avert your gaze. 
By this point Hizashi had worked three fingers knuckle deep into your tight hole, but coupled with Shouta’s work the line between uncomfortable and pleasurable began to mix together. A breathless moan escaped you as the two pros finally got their desired reaction. 
“She’s as good as she’s gonna get Sho, let’s say you and me start the finale I can’t take feelin’ her tight lil hole clamping down on my fingers any longer. Not when I got somethin’ much better for her.”
Your tears flowed a bit faster at your impending fate. This was fucking insane! You might have been a murderer, but you weren't expected to be a good person unlike these men. These heroes who were now violating you.
Since Shouta was in black sweatpants he merely leaned back a bit and pulled them down, cock springing free. He had a solid girth to him, red tip dripping pre down his shaft to his unruly black pubic hair. You heard a zipper behind you as the blond freed himself, though due to being squashed between the two you had no idea what to prepare for. 
Hizashi hummed in contemplation at your tied hands, currently in the way of his objective. “Bonds might have to go Sho, you get her hands?” The sleepy hero merely nodded grasping your wrists as Hizashi swiftly untied them. 
“Ready now primadonna?”
“Ha ha you’re soo funny Sho... but yes, shit, I’m fucking ready.”
You kept quiet this time, head pressed against Shouta’s chest as you listened to his rapidly beating heart. You gave one last pleading look to the lean blond watching intently from the sideline, but all he did was shrug his shoulders with a small smile on his face. 
“You’re going to do great princess don’t worry.” 
You felt the tips of each man at their respective entrance, Shouta's teasing your soaking cunt while Hizashi lightly probed your lubed ass. You closed your eyes and accepted defeat. They gently began to rut their hips, cocks sinking deeper with each thrust. You felt uncomfortably full as they breached you. 
“Oh fuck oh fuck I can feel you through her.” The blond quickly grabbed your breasts, tweaking your nipples like he had earlier. 
“Easy does it kitten, we got you,” Shouta groaned out. 
You weren’t a fan of Hizashi behind you, rocking forward into Shouta as they continued to fuck into you. He squeezed down on your wrists in warning, hot breath fanning the top of your head. It didn’t take much longer before they both had finally bottomed out. You groaned in distress while they groaned in bliss. 
“I’ve got her wrists you help her out alright, and take it easy.”
“Sheesh I heard yah the first time, I’ll help our lil girl out.”
Hizashi snaked a hand in between you and Shouta, finding your clit. 
They both continued fucking into you, Hizashi matching Shouta’s pace as they stimulated your body. You were angry, humiliated, and yet somehow you were so turned on it was embarrassing. You should be thrashing about, snarling into your gag, but instead all you could do was rock your body to their salacious tempo. 
Peeking your eyes open at a particularly hard thrust from Hizashi you saw Toshinori on the edge of the chair. You could just barely make out his raspy breaths and small moans over Shouta and Hizashi’s groaning. His brilliant blue eyes bore into your own. One of his hands worked his long shaft while the other was death gripping his clothed thigh. It almost looked as if steam was pouring off of him. Was he always that muscular?
You didn’t have long to contemplate Toshinori though, with a pinch to your clit Hizashi made sure to regain your attention. He had picked up his pace, throwing Shouta a bit off balance. He leaned down sucking and biting at your neck while rolling your perky nipple. Shouta felt your velvety walls clamp down around his cock, picking up his tempo to match Hizashi’s.
By now you were a mess. Traitorous moans fumbling from your mouth as the two heroes played your body. They had picked up an alternating tempo, never leaving you without a cock inside your body. The pleasure had you throwing your head back, leaving your neck exposed and making room for Shouta to join Hizashi in leaving little claiming bites all along your delicate skin. 
“She’s getting close Hizashi, we’re gonna fuck her through it alright?”
The blond pro behind you only moaned out something that sounded vaguely affirmative, eager to feel your tight walls clamp down on him. 
You were beyond fighting them, on the brink of orgasm all it took was one pointed thrust from Shouta to have you crumbling apart. You pushed back into Hizashi’s chest, his t-shirt sticking to your sweat soaked skin as you clamped down on both of them. Hizashi moaned into your neck, his quirk picking up a bit as he lost his composure. Shouta had released your hands, ripping off your gag so he could grab your face and crash his mouth to yours, swallowing your moans as your newly freed hands grabbed fist fulls of his shirt to stabilize yourself. 
As stated they continued fucking into you, dragging out your orgasm as your walls spasmed around them. Shouta’s tongue delved into your mouth, his own deep moans rumbling into you. 
“Go-gonna fuckin’ cum Sho, n- not much longer.”
In response Eraserhead reached behind you, grabbing a fist full of the blonds hair and giving it a firm tug which was enough to push him over the edge. 
“Sh-shit,” he wheezed, hips stilling as his cum filled your sore ass. “You fu- you fucking dirty cheater makin’ me finish first like that.” In kind Hizashi grabbed some of Shouta’s hair, pulling his mouth away from yours and up to his own. 
“Go ahead and cum in her Sho you know you want to,” Hizashi taunted between kisses. The familiar sound of metal against concrete drew your gaze as the all too familiar symbol of peace stood at his full height. Holy fucking shit it was All Might. 
The two pros ignored his approach, Shouta’s hips becoming a bit more deranged as he fucked into you. All Might reached in between the two and gripped your lower jaw, dazzling smile almost blinding you.
“Be a good girl now and open for me, you don’t have to swallow it all but I’d appreciate the effort.” He didn’t leave you with much of a choice finding it impossible to close your mouth with his grip, which at this point was very sore from the gag. The tip of his large member gently brushed against your lips as he shuttered at the feeling of your soft flesh. 
By this point Shouta was thrusting aggressively against your battered cervix, mouth locked with Hizahi’s as he finally reached his own release. His hips stuttered as warmth filled your cunt. 
Now all that was left was All Might. Your jaw strained to accommodate him, but he seemed to be more than aware of your limitations. He simply pushed the tip in, one hand stroking his shaft while the other gently pet your head. 
“So pretty,” he cooed down at you. “Just like that princess, I’m gonna cum now okay?” 
You simply kept your mouth open, tongue flat against the underside of his still cock as his cum filled your mouth. The bitter taste made you sputter, cum running down your chin as more took its place. After a couple more spurts he gently pulled away, some of the bitter substance sliding down your throat while the majority ended up down your chin and onto the couch below. 
All four of you were panting, frozen in time until finally All Might disappeared in a large cloud of smoke. The man you had originally believed to be some unknown hero named Toshinori now stood in his place, shyly looking down at you. 
“I guess that’s one way to show her huh big guy.” Hizashi jested. 
“I-I know probably not the most ideal but I couldn’t help myself,” he murmured a bit embarrassed. 
Hizashi and Shouta pulled out, their cum immediately running down your legs causing you to cringe a bit at the sensation. 
“You guys.. fucking suck.” was all you could think of at the moment. You waited for the rage, for them to berate or attack you, but instead all that met you was a chorus of soft chuckles.
“Figured you wouldn’t be easy to convince kitten, but don’t worry. Between the three of us you’ll come around.” 
These three men must have some thick fucking skulls to dismiss you so casually, that or their obsession was a lot deeper than you could even begin to comprehend. 
“Some fucking heroes you are,” you grumbled lowly.
“Some fuckin’ heroes we are indeed cutie! HAH get it? Cause we just fucked yah?” Hizashi laughed at his own joke while Toshinori and Shouta groaned. 
“Alright don’t make me gag you next, let’s just get everybody upstairs and clean up. We’ll do the house tour later kitten, for now we’ll just show you to your room.” 
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thecrowcern · 3 years
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You're a new art teacher and you’re married to the history teacher, Shouta Aizawa.
You started working with him a few months ago. It’s refreshing to change to part-time after finishing some freelance gigs, and it’s nice working with your partner and teaching a new group of students to love the arts as you do. However, Shouta gets jealous of how often you innocently flirt with the music teacher, Hizashi Yamada, and the gym teacher, Toshinori Yagi. So jealous that he starts picking up some of his old gang behavior. Above all, he wants to claim you and make sure no one messes with what’s his.
Hizashi was his old second in command from back in the day and he casually speaks in code to Shouta even when you're present. 
Hizashi also tests him by letting his hands linger on your back or shoulders when Shouta is watching. At your house, he lets his hands slide up your thigh and play with the elastic band of your short shorts. He snaps it and chuckles at your squeals. With his eyes on Shouta’s, he says;
“Careful, my dear, don’t want to tease the wolves that hunger for you.” 
All you can do is blush. The vibe is weird, but you don’t question it.
“Well, I don’t think there are any wolves brave enough to bite what’s mine....” Shouta replies; bait, clearly.
And Hizashi takes it. He pulls you back against him, his arms wrapping around you while he looks at your lover. 
“And what if there was a wolf brave enough?” 
Shouta stalks closer and presses to your front. You.exe has stopped working.
Their history is clear from here.
“W-would anyone like some lemonade?”
 Hizashi trails his touch down your sides, digging his fingers into the top of your thighs. 
“The only thing I’m thirsty is for you, darling.” 
Shouta growls at that and leans in.
“Hizashi...if you wanted me to fuck you senseless again, you didn’t need to tease my partner like this.” 
With a grip on your throat to tilt your head upwards, Hizashi smirks.
“What if I want both?” 
Shouta chuckles, moving your head back and leaning in to kiss you softly.
“What do you think, my love?”
You’re in heaven, cheeks pink as they handle you like some prized possession. And Hizashi loves it; he chuckles at the noises you breathe out when his hands slide over your breast.
“You picked a perfect one as always, Shouta.” 
Then finally, you snap out of it a little and weasel your way out from between them with a chuckle. 
“L-let me get that lemonade for you boys”
“Oh no, you don’t. Don’t avoid my question, baby,” Shouta says as he grabs your wrist to pull you back to his chest and wraps an arm around your waist, pinning you against his throbbing cock. 
“I want to know what you think of Hizashi here eating you out while I pound this ass...” 
Hizashi moans at the suggestion, holding onto your hips and grinding his own dick against your ass. 
“Don’t tease me with a good time like that, baby...” Hizashi moans in your ear.
You’re worldless; you can only moan softly and lean into them. Your eyelids droop and you press your ass against Hizashi some more. 
“I-I’d like that a lot, Sir.... mmmm, I think Hizashi is quite handsome, and I-I wouldn’t mind him eating me out if you’d allow it.” 
The scent of their cologne mixed together makes you dizzy. You press your thighs together to prevent any of your juices from dripping onto the carpet. 
They share a look - it’s only for a moment, but it’s enough of a conversation.
Before you can register what’s about to happen, Hizashi chuckles and turns you around and leans down to grab the counter by your sides. 
“You think I’m handsome, baby? Even with your sexy husband around?” he teases as he leans in to kiss your neck, and his fingers slip down to play with the hem of your shorts. You squeal and run your hands through his hair. 
“Ohh~ I mean, I’ve always thought you both were very sexy,” you say flicking your gaze from him to Shouta. You rub your thighs together and whimper at the intensity in his eyes. 
“Fuck boys, if you’re just gonna tease me, I’ll just leave then~” Shouta grabs your neck tightly and turns you to face him as Hizashi drops to his knees. 
“Do you really think you could leave right now, baby?” he stares into your eyes, “your job is to feed the hungry men in this house. And you have two to satisfy.” 
He kisses you, and you’re certain he’d devour you if the best wasn’t yet to come. 
Meanwhile, Hizashi chuckles while he pushes your thighs apart, enjoying the view. “How could you leave when you’re a mess like this?” he teases as he strips you of your shorts and runs a finger through your pretty wet lips, “what do you want me to do about it?”
You squeal as you cum, squirting onto Hizashis face as your thighs quivered and your back arched, blushing furiously. 
“Oh god...I-I’m so sorry Hizashi...t-this has never happened before. I’m so embarrassed.”
 Your heart pounds as you look between Shouta and him, expecting a laugh or look of disgust.
“Well, that was a first.”
“Fucking hot, that’s what it was.” They speak to one another. 
With a primal growl, Hizashi roughly spreads your thighs open and dives in to devour you. His tongue teases your entrance, and he takes the time to suck on your clit. Shouta is stunned for a moment before giving a low chuckle. 
“Who knew my darling love had more tricks?” his voice is all sweet as he rips the front of your shirt open, “if you’re gonna act like a whore, you should look like one.” 
You throw your head back and moan again, louder. 
“Fuck yes, I’m a whore~ a cock drunk whore! Jesus, that feels so good~” you tug Hizashi’s hair gently as you look to Shouta, “please, sirs have your way with me...I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.”
“In that case...” Shouta pushes Hizashis’s face away from your cunt and lifts you up, only to toss you ass up onto the kitchen table “we’ll eat you up ‘til there’s nothing left.” 
Shouta spreads your legs open with a soft kick, before he slaps his erection against your ass. 
“Beg, bitch.” 
Meanwhile, Hizashi strips and slides his dick across your pouty lips. You squeal and push back to try and grind against Shouta’s cock. 
“Fuck me, sir~ please fill me up and use me!”  
You lick Hizashis’s cock gently before opening your mouth for him, looking up at him with a soft whine. You push back, almost sliding Shouta’s cock into you, but he groans softly as he pulls back. 
“God, I need you both inside me so bad!” You moan out. 
“What do you think, Hizashi?” Shouta teases, letting his cock rut gently against your lips, not giving you the friction you desire just yet. 
“Aren’t they beautiful?” He asks while his hand caresses your ass before it comes down in a slap. And he enjoys every moan coming from your lips. 
“I agree with that,” Hizashi says as his breathing gets heavy, holding onto your chin and letting his thumb run across your bottom lip, his cock throbbing against your cheek, “but I think we both know how to make them look even prettier,” he taunts. They share another look, ignore your begging, and instead indulge in this silent understanding before they both ram their cocks into you fully at the same time. With Shouta’s grip on your hips and Hizashi’s on your head, they fuck you slowly. You squeal as they use you(And Hizashi will swear blind your pupils turned into hearts at that moment).
Drool and precum drip from your lips as you push back against Shouta, clenching around him and grinding against his hips. Slowly, you move your hands onto Hizashis hips, gripping them as you help him fuck your throat. You moaned helplessly, in pure bliss at the two men ravaging you like animals, and in response,they moan and grunt as they thrust into you. Shouta makes sure to slap your ass to keep you moaning underneath him. 
“You like that, huh you whore? Being treated like a cocksleeve just for us?”  
That earns a moan from Hizashi too. His hands run down your chest, forcing your back to arch and your tits to pull away from the table just to pull and pinch your nipples. 
“If you want more slut you’re gonna need to make us cum. That’s what you’re best at, isn’t it?” Hizashi says. 
You pull back and jerks Hizashis’s cock as you whimper. 
“Fuck, if you let me ride you both, I’ll be able to show you what I really can do~” you groan, clenching around Shouta and bouncing against him slowly.  You look up at Hizashi, doe eyed and sweet. 
“Don’t you wanna fuck my ass Hizashi~” 
Hizashis knees buckle a bit at that suggestion. He looks from your messy face to Shouta’s with pleading eyes. 
Well, who is he to say no? 
Shouta pulls out of your pussy and takes a step back. He admires you for a moment before he twists you around to lay on your back and pushes your feet towards your head.
 “Hold onto your ankles, baby.” 
With a giddy smile, you do as you’re told.
“I’m ready~” 
He smirks down at you as he slides his cock into your pussy, moaning appreciatively as he does. He wraps his arms around you and lifts. Without missing a beat, Hizashi comes up behind you with a kiss to the back of your neck and the slip of a finger into your ass to get you ready for him. 
With a whimper, you let go of your legs, allowing them to hang off of Shouta’s shoulders. You nuzzle into him as you feel Hizashis’s fingers, but it’s not enough. You desperately want to grind against those fingers and the cock deep inside you, and the want brings a groan of frustration. 
“More! Please more!” Hizashi smirks, bringing his hips to your ass and massaging your cheeks with his fingers. 
“What are we to do with such a naughty kitten like you?” he teases, slapping your ass, “already so full of cock but wanting more...” 
He pushes his tip against your tight entrance and Shouta tilts your chin up to kiss you at the same time.
“I guess we need to punish them by filling them up.  You can’t leave the house if you’re full of cum,” he growls. Hizashi pressing into your ass forces a whimper from you. 
“H-Hizashi, don’t be a tease!” you try to push back. Their filthy promises send you into a spiral, and as you shiver and squirt on his cock, you whimper. 
“Yes! F-fill me up, please!~ I’ll be a good kitten,” you babble as your mind slips. "Tsk tsk making such a mess," Shouta chastises, though there’s a sultry bite to it.
 "Looks like it’s time to plug you up~" Hizashi continues for him, thrusting his full length inside your ass. They move at different times, constantly changing the pressure inside of you. Their voices come at either side of your head; Hizashi giving you praise while Shouta continues to degrade you. 
With a hand in Hizashis hair, you lean back. 
“So good~ you guys make me feel so good,” you moan softly.  You can feel the beginnings of small bruises on your hips and thighs, but accept them. 
Your holes leak and throb around the two cocks inside of you. But you have a wonderful idea.
“C-come on, Shouta. Don’t want Hizashi to outdo you.”
 “Am I making you feel that good baby?” Hizashi asks with a chuckle as he looks Shouta in the eye, “make you feel so good you wanna be bred on my cock? Make you full with my cum to have my babies?” 
Shouta growls, a feral, possessive sound, and slaps your ass.
“Who are you to be making such claims bitch?” he grabs your throat. “you will cum on my dick, and you will enjoy it like the cock whore you are. You’ll be bred when I say so.” 
You moan softly at the squeeze of his hand. Then with a smirk…
“Make me. Make me, or else I’ll ask Hizashi to hold me up while he fucks my ass in your face.”  
You clench around their cocks at Shouta’s growl, and his pace picks up.
Hizashi’s hands move up to pinch and pull your nipples and his other hand reaches down to rub your clit as he fucks your ass.
Shouta matches him with a tightened grip on your hips, adding to the week long bruises he’s already left.
He was going slow to be nice and match Hizashi, but if you insist on being a brat like this, he’s more than happy to treat you like the ragdoll you want to be; he thrusts faster and deeper into you. 
“Looks like I need to remind you who’s in charge here, kitten,” he marks your neck in the brief pauses, “if you behave and tighten up, maybe I’ll fill you up like you’ve want.” 
Your eyes cross as you squeal again. 
“Yes, daddy~ fuck, please fill me up. I want your babies!” 
Your resolve fades as his cock hits your womb entrance. Hizashi chuckles and speeds up.
“H-harder please, daddy, fucking put me in my place, please!” You cry out as your pussy tightens up around them both. You reach down to rub your clit as you watch his cock disappear inside of you. He grins and keeps this pace, making sure every thrust into your sloppy pussy hits you deep. 
“Look at this whore, playing with their clit while we fill them up, Hizashi,” he teases and smirks at the blonde, “what do you suggest we do?” 
Hizashi leans in to kiss your shoulder, picking up his pace to match Shouta’s. 
“I think we need to fill them up for days....that sound like a good idea?”
He grins and keeps this pace, making sure every thrust into your sloppy pussy hits deep. 
“Yes, yes, fill me up! Fuck, I want your cum so fucking bad!” you lean back and pull Hizashis’s face close and kiss him deeply as your other hand cups Shouta’s cheek, “I feel so good, God, you’re both so fucking thick~” you whine as you feel them throb deep inside of you.
Shouta admires you and Hizashi for a moment; it’s a nice sight, seeing the two of you kiss. Not that he’ll admit it for now. But he knows he’s getting there. 
Instead, he leans his head on your shoulder and focuses on how soft and wet and warm you are. God, he can get lost in you for hours. You’re gonna look so good full of his kids. Over and over. 
“God baby, I’m gonna fill you up...” he moans, shuddering as he thrusts fully into you and fills you up with his cum. You cling and whimper and bite down on his shoulder as you cum as well. Hizashi stops and you look back, confused. 
“What’s wrong?”  You pout.
He holds you under the knees as Shouta pulls out then thrusts into your pussy as his cum floods you too. He groans and rubs your clit softly, helping you through another orgasm. 
“Oh god, I’m so full, fuck, daddy, it feels so good~”
Well shit...that was a surprise, the thought is obvious on Shouta’s face, but you look so happy being full. Maybe it’s okay for now. 
Carefully, he and Hizashi get you to sit on the couch. More so, sitting on a combination of their laps. Their hands and kisses are soft on your skin, soothing even.
“What a good kitten you are, baby...” Shouta praises you, “maybe we need to have guests over more often.”
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heroloverangel · 3 years
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Cloud City
We interrupt your regularly-scheduled filth for some surprise Sad Boy Hours.
You’re six years old when Oboro Shirakumo drops into your life. Quite literally, in fact.
It’s your first day of school, and you’re terrified. Your family only moved to this city a few weeks ago, and you haven’t had a chance to meet any of the other kids in the neighborhood. So here you stand in the school yard, shyly watching from behind a tree as your new classmates play together. You’re lonely, but too nervous to approach them. Your tiny mind is on the verge of a breakdown and you can feel the sting of tears in your eyes. “Don’t cry,” you whisper to yourself. “I’m not a baby, don’t cry.” You sniffle, but your train of thought is interrupted by the sound of a twig snapping above you.
There’s a boy floating on a cloud several feet over your head, one hand grasping a branch to keep himself steady. “Hi!” He grins down at you, and you look back with wide eyes. “I’m Oboro! Wanna be friends?” You gawk up at him; you’ve never seen a quirk like that before. Even his hair looks like a fluffy cloud in the breeze. 
“Okay,” you agree after a few more seconds of confused staring. Your new friend gives you a thumbs up, immediately loses his focus, and the cloud dissipates underneath him. Both of you scream as he comes crashing to the ground, landing on your back. You’re rewarded with some impressive scrapes to both your knees, and him with both his front teeth knocked out. You’re inseparable from that moment on.
You’re the best of friends through elementary, but things begin to change once you hit middle school. It’s cute when you’re six and happily tell your parents that you’re going to get married when you grow up. It’s just awkward when you hit puberty and start to discover that your feelings for your best friend suddenly aren’t so cute anymore. The two of you grow apart with separate friends and different interests, but still make it a priority to walk home together every day. 
“High school admissions are due soon,” he points out during one of these walks. It’s been storming all day, and the two of you huddle under the same umbrella in a half-hearted attempt to stay dry. He’s hit a growth spurt over the years and towers above you now; it’s hard for both of you to stay out of the rain if you’re not nestled suspiciously close together. “You figure out where you’re applying yet?”
You shrug, stepping wide to avoid a puddle that he ignores. “Probably just Endor. It’s close, and they’ve got a pretty decent reputation.” You nudge him with your shoulder. “You’re going for UA, right?”
It’s never been a secret that Shirakumo wants to be a hero, and there’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll be great at it. He stops walking and you look at him, surprised to see his expression so discouraged.. “Yeah, of course. You’re not? Their general studies class is supposed to be one of the best, too.”
You glance away. “Too much pressure, I think. And it’d be hard, going to school in a different city where I wouldn’t know anyone.”
“You’ll know me.” You’ve both had a grip on the umbrella, but now his fingers wrap tightly around your hand and squeeze.
“Oboro…” You’re not used to him having such a serious look on his face, his eyes wide and unblinking as they stare into yours.
“Come with me.” It’s not an order, it’s a plea, and your chest feels tight at the thought of disappointing him. You swallow hard and nod. It won’t hurt to apply, you think. You probably won’t even get in.
Shirakumo pushes a stray strand of hair out of your face and leans down to press his lips against yours. Your first kiss isn’t perfect; his neck is bent at an uncomfortable angle to make up for your height difference, your nose bumps awkwardly into his as you shift, a car drives by too fast and splashes both of you with frigid water. Still, when he pulls away his smile is as warm and bright as the sun. You’ll gladly follow him to UA. You’ll gladly follow him to hell and back if it makes him happy.
He’s accepted into the hero course without a problem, but you make him promise that he’ll go even if you fail. You’re more shocked than anyone when you open the envelope to find an acceptance letter welcoming you to UA, and you finally allow yourself to feel excited. You’ll be going to the best school in the country, and you’ll be there with your favorite person in the world. For the first time you won’t be in the same class, but you’ll still be close enough to watch him reach his dreams. 
The first few weeks of high school are a whirlwind of chaos before you settle into a routine. You have to be at the train station before dawn; every morning Shirakumo meets you outside your house, still half-asleep and groggy as you walk. You split something simple for breakfast most days while you ride. When you’re lucky enough to find two open seats together, you can manage a well-deserved nap slumped against each other’s shoulders. Your classes are tough but with enough effort you manage to do well once you form a study group going with the other girls in your class. They’re friendly, and they’re both impressed and jealous to learn that you’re already dating a hero student. They swoon when he appears at your side on the first day of school to buy you lunch, and you can’t help but gloat just a little at your good fortune.
The hero course is even busier than general studies, and you don’t get to see much of your boyfriend during school hours. It’s nearly a month into the term before he catches sight of you at lunch again and practically sprints over, flanked by two classmates you recognize from the stories he’s told you on the ride home every day. “Guys,” he grins and throws an arm around your shoulder. “This is my girl! The one I’ve been telling you about.” Your heart skips a beat at being called his girl, and knowing he’s been gushing about you to his friends. Yamada’s a bright, loud ball of energy when he introduces himself, while Aizawa barely mumbles his name and looks like he’s been dragged over against his will. They both seem nice, and you’re happy he’s found some good friends to work with.
Everything goes surprisingly well for your first year at UA, and your second seems like it’ll be just as good. It’s late one night, several months into the school year, when you’re woken by a tapping at your bedroom window. This isn’t the first time Shirakumo’s snuck you out of your house, but the window gets harder to crawl out of every year and you’re glad that graduation isn’t too far off. “Hey, come look at the stars with me. They’re really pretty tonight.” It’s not like he needs to give you the excuse, but you can see he has a point.
Ten minutes later you’re laying on a cloud together, floating a few feet over the power lines in your neighborhood. It’s cold up there, and you cuddle together for warmth as you watch the stars overhead. You know more about the sky than him, and he’s happy to listen while you point out a few things above you. A chilly breeze blows through your thin pajamas and makes you shiver, and he pulls you in closer to share his heat. “Was all of this just an excuse to get me alone up here?” You laugh, kissing his smiling lips.
“Not all of it,” he jokes with a smirk. “We’re past the halfway point this year already. Just one more, can you believe it?” You curl up close and listen to him chatter about his big plans for the future. You’ve heard this all before; he’s always so excited about the idea of opening that hero agency with Aizawa and Yamada. “I figure we’ll do the sidekick think for awhile, work up some solid experience, y’know? Then it’ll be smooth sailing when we break off on our own after that. Four, maybe five years?” You nod, running your fingers through his familiar fluffy hair. “And then once things settle with the agency, we can get married if you want,” he announces with only the faintest blush betraying his nerves.
“Oboro, what?” You bolt into a sitting position, gawking at him with wide eyes. Sure you’ve thought about the future you might have together, but the two of you have never talked about it before. “You can’t just spring that on me out of nowhere!”
He folds his arms behind his head, totally unconcerned. “It’s not really out of nowhere, is it? You know I’ve been in love with you since we were six, right?”
This boy is ridiculous. “Me too, but still! Isn’t this a little sudden? There’s so much more to talk about if you want to get married.”
He shrugs. “Like I said, it won’t be for a couple of years. We’ve got plenty of time to talk it over.” He grabs your hand and pulls you back down to rest your head against his chest. “I’ll wait for you, as long as you want.” You stay like this for a few minutes, mulling the proposal over in your head. “Just think about it for a couple years, okay?”
Slowly, you nod. “Okay.” You’re already warming up to the thought of marrying him. You’re seventeen, and you’ve been together for eleven years now. You can give him another five. Or ten. Or fifty, if that’s what he wants. In your heart you already know you’ve decided on an answer, and you murmur it into his ear later as he’s helping you climb back through the window into your bedroom. He’s beaming with happiness as he kisses you goodnight and flies off. You’re too giddy with love to sleep the rest of the night.
If you’d known what was coming only a week later, you never would have said goodbye. He promised to call you after his internship the night before, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d fallen asleep instead as soon as he got home. You’re not worried until he doesn’t show up in the morning to walk with you, even after you call him twice with no answer and wait until the last possible minute to leave on your own. You arrive at school just as the final bell rings, and it’s a bit of a relief when you catch a glimpse of Aizawa looking even more tired than he normally does. They must have had a really tough time on their patrol, you assume, and Oboro just decided to take a well-deserved day off.
Your day is uneventful until lunch, when you hear your name called to the office. The principal sits there with your homeroom teacher and the counselor, all of them looking grim. A lump forms in your throat; you’ve got no idea what you could have done. “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes. We understand that you’re particularly close with Oboro Shirakumo from the hero class.”
You nod. “Yeah, we’re dating. Um, actually we’re kind of engaged now, I guess?” Your stomach drops at the sad expressions facing you. “Did...did something happen? I haven’t seen him all day. Is he hurt?”
Nothing in the world could have prepared you for the answer. “He was killed in an encounter with a villain yesterday. I’m sorry for your loss.”
You want to argue, insist there’s been some mistake, but the words don’t come. A sudden sense of numbness sweeps through you as it sinks in, and it feels like everything within you shuts down. Your brain doesn’t process the voices offering you sympathy and compassion. Your lungs refuse to take in air. You’d swear that your heart itself stops beating in some attempt to defend itself. You’re not even aware of your movements as you stand and leave the room while your teachers are mid-speech. You need to get out of there. You need to be alone. You need to breathe, but you can’t. You’re on autopilot as you rush down the empty hall, if you can get up to the roof there’ll be fresh air-
Completely blinded by your grief, you collide hard with another body and almost fall before hands grab your shoulders to steady you. “Sorry,” you gasp through the lump in your throat. “I just-” You blink back your tears and stop when you recognize him. Up close, he looks even worse than usual. His eyes are red and hollow, the dark bags under them could pass as bruises. It’s obvious he hasn’t slept all night, you can practically feel the exhaustion radiating off of him. “Aizawa,” you croak, your voice cracking on the syllables. He doesn’t say anything, only gives your shoulder a squeeze, and something inside you completely breaks.
“Oboro, he’s...” is all you can manage through your tears. You fists ball into Aizawa’s jacket as you sob against his chest, and he doesn’t stop you. He knows there’s no comforting you; the only thing he can do is let you use his shirt as a tissue while you mourn. You’re vaguely aware that a bell rings to resume class, but you ignore it. You can’t bring yourself to do anything except cry until there’s nothing left, and he stands there holding your shoulders to keep you upright. It’s the best way anyone can help you right now.
An eternity later, you wear yourself out. Your throat feels raw, your eyes are burning, and your fingers hurt from the grip you’ve had on his uniform. “Thanks,” you manage out, and he nods silently. He’s not the most exciting, but you’ve always liked Aizawa’s calm personality as a match to your boyfriend’s unstoppable energy. Your own emotions are a train wreck, and you don’t think you could handle being around anyone else after that news. “I’m glad he had you,” you muse out loud.
“Thanks,” he says awkwardly with a shrug before fixing his wrinkled jacket. “You should get back to class.” Aizawa walks off before you can think of anything else to say.
You don’t go back to class. The other students have noticed something’s off, and rumors are beginning to spread around campus already that there’s a new, empty space in the hero course. You grab your bag and head for the exit as fast as you can, ignoring everyone else along the way. You spend the rest of the week at home; your parents allow it once they learn what happened. It’s a struggle to get through the first month without Shirakumo’s presence hanging over you like a cheerful little cloud, and the rest of the year doesn’t get any easier. Your friends do their best to console you, but it’s a losing battle when you feel his absence every minute of your day. It’s all too familiar, too easy to see the missing piece that’s been a part of your life for so long. You transfer to Shiketsu for your final year, where no one knows about Loud Cloud and you aren’t stuck going through a routine that’s been irreparably broken.
It’s an uphill fight. You force yourself to do well in school, because it’s what he’d want for you. You throw yourself into work and establish a good career, because it’s what he’d want for you. You make yourself move past your loss and date other men, because it’s what he’d want for you. By the time you’re 31 you’ve got a divorce under your belt, a sad excuse for a social life, and a cat with fluffy white fur; you loved him the moment you laid eyes on him. You’re not entirely satisfied with how your life has turned out, but it could be worse. You can go entire weeks now without thinking about him. Sometimes you wonder what kind of life the two of you would have, but you try not to dwell on those thoughts. 
You’ve had the day off and have spent it happily lounging around the house. You treat yourself to lunch and settle on your couch to watch a movie with your beloved cat when an unfamiliar number pops up on your phone. You answer without a second thought. “Hi, if you’re out of noodles, I can just get rice instead. It’s fine.”
There’s a beat of silence before the man confirms this is the correct number. You don’t immediately recognize his voice, but you’re sure you’ve heard it somewhere before. “I’m not with a restaurant. This is Aizawa, from...from UA, when we were younger.” You can tell he’s choosing his words carefully, and he continues. “We need to talk. It’s about Shirakumo.”
It’s surprising how hearing his name is enough to reopen wounds you thought healed years ago. You swallow nervously, fresh dread pooling in your gut. You can hear how hoarse your voice is when you answer. “Okay. I’m off today, if you want to meet.”
You’ve got a very bad feeling about what you’re about to learn.
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jasmine-the-fox · 3 years
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We will love you even if others lie about you
Hey guys!! What? You all thought that just because it’s my birthday I wasn’t going to update with more salt fics? Well you thought wrong! Here is a salt fic I thought up! Hope you all enjoy!
Jasmine has always been alone, rejected by her parents for being gifted with the ninetails quirk even when she is an omega... She has learned to accept what she is given and not to get too close to others too fast... She learned that the hard way in Paris of course, for years she has moved from one orphanage to the next with no hope of getting adopted at all, until they moved her to Paris with the hope that she would be lucky there.
She didn’t expect much... But she could still hope...
It wasn’t long before she made friends, sure she didn’t open up about her past but she still bonded with her classmates, none of them tried to push it with her which was great for her... But she always hated refusing to have anyone at her place... Since they don’t know that she lives at an orphanage, so she continued on like everything was alright, the happy days continued... Until Lila Rossi transferred to the class.
She was threatened... And the threat became real...
She was called fat, ugly, weak, useless, a waste of space, her things were destroyed, she was pushed around, homework was stolen, she was laughed at, called awful names... And that was just the nice things they did to her... For there was far worse that they have done like locking her in a closet, beating her up, tearing up her clothes which forces her to go home, leave for field trips early while leaving her behind, leaving disgusting things on her desk or even bringing her a bunch of food and pointing out how fat she is.
It was simply horrible, there were even days when she didn’t want to leave her bed with how horrible the bullying was on her, it was so bad that the workers of the orphanage were worried for her health... One day a letter arrived for her and the head of the orphanage made a choice, UA which is a high school in Japan have decided to accept her and so it was agreed that she would go in the hopes that she would get better there and not be worse then now, so she packed her things and left for a new start.
She lands in Japan without a fuss, grabs her bags and is greeted by a teacher of the school, she is told that instead of living at the orphanage... She would live in the dorms with her classmates, this was all new to her but she was going to meet three classmates: the class representative, the deputy and the pack alpha. The teacher explained that he would bring her bags to her dorm room and she could unpack later on, she walks into the school where she is greeted by Tenya Ida who is her class representative and Momo Yaoyorozu who is the deputy, she is told by Momo that the pack alpha had something to do and was unable to join them for now.
They show her around the school, tell her where they go for lessons or places she might be interested in, if she has any questions they answer them with ease, after a while they begin to guide her to the dorms while both of them worried about her... They both could tell that she had something to hide that was upsetting her. As they get to the dorms she is introduced to her classmates including Izuku Midoriya who is the pack omega, he explains the basics that he does for other omega’s that join the pack making her nod as they get inside where she meets Katsuki Bakugo the pack alpha.
The alpha prime take one look at her and could tell that something was very wrong right now, he introduces himself still while Izuku then takes her to her room and tells her how she was more then welcome in his room and the pack nest to talk and while she does nod at him... She has no plans on meeting him to talk about anything at all. For the next few weeks, things go well for Jasmine, she does well in class, asks questions in private and has adjusted well to her classmates... But Izuku is very worried, during the time she has been here, not once has she come to speak to him about herself... This lead to be told to Katsuki so he could get answers.
He arrives at her dorm room and knocks on the door gently, but to his surprise the door wasn’t locked so he speaks “It’s Katsuki, i’m coming in” with that he enters the room to find no nest, no color, no electronics, nothing scented and no personal items at all... It was pretty plain to him, Jasmine was sitting on her bed looking a little nervous of the situation, Katsuki began to beg for answers, this room set up wasn’t normal to him at all and answers were needed to understand, at first she refused to tell him anything but the begging kept going until she gave in and told him everything, how she was abandoned by her parents and bullied at school in Paris.
Katsuki’s reaction was instant... As well as his pheromones...
He was furious... Actually going feral from what she told him, the class rushed in and began pulling Katsuki out and away while Izuku took her to his room to calm down, he had her lay down in his bed to try and rest and allow her some time to think it over before talking. After awhile, she opened up and told the pack omega everything she told Katsuki, during that time, the alpha prime had calmed down and was being asked what happened... Making him reveal everything Jasmine told him to the pack, none of them were happy at this info and all agreed that they needed to help her heal from what she went through.
Izuku decided that she needed to be given a safe space, so he had her in his personal nest instead of the pack nest so to help her relax and talk to him, this helped her to try and reach out to other members of the pack so to bond, Katsuki while not speaking to her yet, watched from afar and has done small things to show that he is there for her: preparing her a meal, have snacks on hand just in case she want’s one, favorites of her’s stocked at all times, getting products to treat her hair and skin properly and one of his personal favorites... He found out about her love for video games, books and writing so he would buy her something in those categories to keep her entertained.
(Hey guys! Sorry for this but the next part isn’t allowed here so if you wanna read it... Then your gonna have to go to my ao3 account to read it)
The next day, she was all better, no signs of still being in heat at all... But this time she was happier then usual, like nothing was wrong and nothing bad had happened to her at all, the pack was fine with this really since this meant she was alright now, she was talking a lot more then before, was taking part in activities with the pack and was now joining others in private or in small groups to bond, Katsuki couldn’t help but be happy about all of this right now.
But then something happened a few weeks later...
It was sudden, one day Jasmine was bright and happy but then the next day... She throwing up in the toilet in her dorm room, the pack was very worried but it was Izuku who took her to see Recovery girl to see what was wrong, she ran a few tests but the results ended up the same “Your pregnant” she answered, it was a huge piece of info for Jasmine to swallow, so big that she ended up going to her room and letting Izuku tell them everything, after a while, Katsuki knocked on the door with something for her to eat, she didn’t move so he set the tray down on her desk “Will give you time to decide if you want to keep the pup or not... Since it is your body” he said and then left the room.
For the next three days it’s quiet, some help Jasmine in the morning when she throws up and others help her throughout the day... But in the end she decides to keep the pup, the pack is happy at the news and quickly begin to work on making a list of what they needed and plans they needed to make... All the while Katsuki is at her side... Thanking her for gifting him a pup, this continues on for the following months, appointments to see the growth of the pup who turns out to be a girl, ordering a certain things and setting things up in the nursery to set up and preparing for the baby shower.
This continues on until the birth, the pack waits while Katsuki is in the delivery room with the omega as she gives birth to Katsumi Bakugo... The first official pack pup, after a while the pack comes in to greet the pup, no scenting because not everything is confirmed for some of them, as some could transfer to another pack... So the scenting would happen after the pup is a little older for now.
While all of this was happening! Back in Paris...
Jasmine’s old classmates... For some reason were mad at the omega, it turns out that while none of them knew that Jasmine has been gone for months... They still believed Lila when she claimed that Jasmine was bullying her by sending mean messages... When in reality, the omega was gifted a new phone by her pack and has gotten adopted by Shota and Hizashi Yamada making her Jasmine Yamada now, they also believed that Jasmine was hiding at the orphanage to keep on bullying Lila... When in truth she wasn’t... Lila is an alpha claiming to be an omega, all of this was being done as a sick mind game by the alpha.
Lila believed that by taking away all of Jasmine’s friends, she would be alone and willing to do anything to have a friend... Including allowing Lila to claim and mate her, which is why she was accusing the omega of bullying her, the orphanage has been ordered many times by the class, Caline and principal for answers, but they refused, one day Adrien talked about how he was going to Japan for a photoshoot for the Bakugo fashion compagnie with there son Katsuki Bakugo.
The class wanted to go so they agreed to work together to earn the money to go with the blonde alpha, the trip was in three months... So they quickly got to work, seeing how much each of them could give for the trip while seeing how much they actually needed to earn, then planning fundraisers to earn the remaining money for the trip... A month and a half later, they had the money they needed, hotel rooms were reserved and plane flights were set so they could get going with Adrien to Japan.
Katsuki who knew about Adrien coming for the shoot... Was more focused on helping Jasmine to recover and Katsumi, the pack was helping too which was great, it took time but soon Jasmine was back at school and with her pack taking care of Katsumi, Katsuki got a call a few days later about how Adrien was off for Japan... With his classmates this time, this wasn’t good for Katsuki... He was sure that Jasmine wasn’t going to be well if she saw them but Mitsuki told him to trust her a bit and let her try to be okay.
One weekend, the pack decides that it’s time to do some shopping, they all needed a few things but so did Jasmine and little Katsumi, so off they went to the mall for a shopping trip, they were having some fun looking in stores and buying what they needed... That they ended up in the area of the mall where Adrien was doing his solo photoshoot with his classmates watching... And they saw Jasmine there with her new classmates.
The class rushed over to yell at Jasmine for the “bullying” she did to Lila, they also called her a coward for running away from her crimes... Her pack quickly moved in to defend her while Katsuki scented her and helped to calm down a crying Katsumi, Mitsuki came running over at that moment to get answers... When they had to stop Adrien from trying to claim Jasmine by force, this resulted in the police being called to take him and to call his parents on charges his son needs there help in paying for.
Caline Bustier tried to stop them but the police ignored her as they took the alpha away, some officers did stay to yell at the remaining students she has for there actions of bullying towards Jasmine when all she did was stand and walk around with her pack, Lila during that time, glared towards Katsuki, she should have been the one to mate Jasmine during her heat, she should have been the one to get her pregnant and that should be her pup that Jasmine is holding... With her bite on her neck.
She with her classmates were forced back to the hotel while Jasmine left with her pack for UA, Lila was in her room furious that Jasmine wasn’t hers... And then she got an idea, she went to the class in tears revealing that her doctor messed up with her second gender and she was actually an alpha... Also she revealed her lying disease making the class feel horrible for her right now, after a while she admitted that she wanted to mend things with Jasmine... But also wanted to court her.
This made the class really happy, not only did Lila want to fix things and move on from Jasmine bullying her to become friends but she wanted to have Jasmine as her omega! It was like a fairytale come true! They all quickly worked together to figure out a plan... Without knowing that Lila already had her plan in mind, after a while... Jasmine was with Izuku and Katsumi on a walk, Jasmine promised to call or text every once in a while to prove that she was fine, after a while they went into a café to relax a bit with something to drink and eat... Then Lila walked over to them.
She claimed that she wanted to talk to Jasmine in private, while she could tell that something was wrong... She agreed and left the café with the lying alpha, once outside... Izuku calls Katsuki and the police while trying to calm Katsumi down, Lila takes her a few blocks away where she drowns Jasmine in her pheromones, then alpha commands her to follow her, she guides Jasmine to some abandoned building where she commands Jasmine to not escape or fight back, this as a result makes her happy because she finally get’s her omega after such a long wait.
They were both out of there clothes, Jasmine was crying while letting out terrified pheromones that any sane alpha would not to back away... But Lila in her head believed that the omega was simply nervous, just as she was about to begin... Police and Katsuki get in, the alpha tries to make them leave and claim that nothing was wrong... But she is ignored as they cuff her and take her away, meanwhile... Katsuki rushed over to the terrified omega by getting her out of the commands and then carries her to the ambulance to have her looked over, the pack omega while carrying Katsumi rushed over to them, after she was cleared she was carried back to UA and into her dorm where the pack drowned her in there scent.
Lila was charged for her crimes and taken back to Paris with Adrien, the news shocked the class as they still believed that Jasmine was being horrible towards Lila but once again... Her pack defended her until they left for Paris, years went by and now they had graduated, some members of the pack left to either be with there mate or join there mates pack... Some were sadly at an agency too far from where the pack now lives, Jasmine though wasn’t working, she was now pregnant with Shoto’s twins while taking care of the now four year old Katsumi and Eiko Kirishima who Mina gave birth to.
Her old classmates did try many times to reach out to her and tried to visit but each time they were ignored... She wasn’t going to simply be with people who won’t give her any love like her pack has done from the start, besides... She had the packs pups to take care of while Izuku was in America for a mission that would be over in a week so why leave them all for toxic friends?
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thegremlincrowsnest · 3 years
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Porn Idea #548
Aizawa/Hizashi/Reader 
I’ll be posting this to AO3 after some final editing but I was too impatient to share it with you guys! 
CW: Afab language, daddy is said, double penetration, anal, Cernunnos just being a really horny mofo You're a new art teacher, married to a fellow teacher, Shouta Aizawa, the history teacher. You started working with him a few months ago, part-time,  after finishing some freelance gigs and wanting a change of pace for a while. It was nice working with your partner and teaching a new group of students to love the arts as you do. However, Shouta slowly gets jealous of how often you innocently flirt with the music teacher Hizashi Yamada and the gym teacher Toshinori Yagi. From there, that’s when he starts picking up some of his old gang behavior, wanting to claim you and make sure no one messes with what’s his. Hizashi definitely tests him by letting his hands linger on your back or shoulders when Shouta is watching. Hizashi was his old second in command from back in the day. He casually speaks in code to Shouta even when you're present. Whenever he was at your house, he lets his hands slide up your thigh or play with the elastic band of your short shorts. He would snap them, chuckling at your squeals and keeping eye contact with Shouta as he says, “Careful, my dear, don’t want to fuel the thoughts of wolves that hunger for you.” All you can do is blush and not fully understanding the weird vibe they’re giving off to each other but doesn’t question it. 
After Hizashi makes that wolf comment what Shouta goes, “Well, I don’t think there are any wolves brave enough to bite what’s mine....” to try and push Hizashi to the edge. Of course, Hizashi rises to the challenge, pulling you back against him, his arms wrapping around you while he looks at your lover, saying, “And what if there was a wolf brave enough?” Shouta walks up, pressing close to your front as you Y/N.exe stopped working as you were sandwiched between two men who have some history. “W-would anyone like some lemonade? Hizashi let his hands trail down your sides, digging his fingers into the top of your thighs. “The only thing I’m thirsty is for you, darling,” Shouta growls at that and leans in to say, “Hizashi...if you wanted me to fuck you senseless again, you didn’t need to tease my partner like this,” to which Hizashi smirks and grabs your throat, tilting your head upwards, saying, “What if I want both?” Shouta chuckles, moving your head back and leaning in to kiss you softly, asking, “What do you think, my love?”
You’re in heaven blushing and letting them handle you like some prized possession. Hizashi just smiles and lets his hands slide back up over your breast. Chuckling at the small noises you make. “You picked a perfect one as always, Shouta.” Then finally, you snap out of it a little and weasels your way out with a chuckle. “L-let me get that lemonade for you boys”“Oh no, you don’t....don’t avoid my question, baby,” Shouta would say as he grabs your wrist to pull you back in. Pushing you to his chest and wrapping an arm around your waist to pin you against his throbbing cock. “I want to know what you think of Hizashi here...eating you out while I pound this ass...” 
Hizashi moans at the suggestion, holding onto your hips and grinding his own dick against your ass. “Don’t tease me with a good time like that, baby...” Hizashi moans in your ear; you could only moan softly and lean into them. Your eyelids drooped, and you press your ass against Hizashi some more. “I-I’d like that a lot, Sir.... mmmm, I think Hizashi is quite handsome, and I-I wouldn’t mind him eating me out if you’d allow it.” The scent of their cologne mixed together made you dizzy. You had to press your thighs together to prevent any of your juices from dripping onto the carpet. The two boys share a look. It was only for a moment, but it’s almost as if they had a full conversation. Because before you could register what’s about to happen, Hizashi chuckles and turns you around, pinning you to the counter, standing in front of you while he leans down to grab the counter by your sides. “You think I’m handsome, baby? Even with your sexy husband around?” He teases, leaning in to kiss your neck. His fingers slipping down to play with the hem of your shorts. You squealed and ran your hands through his hair. “Ohh~ I mean, I’ve always thought you both were very sexy,” you say as you switched from looking at him to Shouta. you rubbed your thighs together and whimpered at the intensity of his gaze. “Fuck boys, if you’re just gonna tease me, I’ll just leave then~” Shouta grabs your neck tightly. Turning you to face him as Hizashi drops to his knees. “Do you really think you could leave right now, baby....” he stares into your eyes. “Your job is to feed the hungry men in this house. And you have two to satisfy,” he says as he leans in to kiss you, wanting to devour you now but knowing the best is yet to come. 
Meanwhile, Hizashi chuckles while he pushes your thighs apart, enjoying the view. “How could you leave when you’re a mess like this?~” he teases as he runs a finger through your pretty wet lips “what do you want me to do about it?”You couldn’t help but squeal as you came. Squirting onto Hizashis face as your thighs quivered and your back arched, blushing furiously. “Oh god...I-I’m so sorry Hizashi...t-this has never happened before. I’m so embarrassed.” Your heart pounded as you looked up between Shouta and him, expecting a laugh or look of disgust. ”Well, that was a first. Fucking hot, that’s what it was,” They say to one another. With a primal growl, Hizashi roughly spreads your thighs open and dives in to devour you. His tongue teasing your entrance as he takes the time to also suck on your clit. Shouta gets stunned for a moment before giving a low chuckle, “who knew my darling love had more tricks up your sleeve?” He says all sweet as he then rips the front of your shorts open, “if you’re gonna act like a whore you should look like one.” You threw your head back and moaned loudly again. “Fuck yes, I’m a whore~ a cock drunk whore! Jesus that feels so good~” you tugged his hair gently as you looked to Shouta. “Please, sirs have your way with me...I’ve been dreaming of this for so long. “In that case....” Shouta pushes Hizashis’s face away from your cunt and lifts you up, to then roughly toss your ass up onto the kitchen table “in that case, well, eat you up till there’s nothing left.” Shouta spreads your legs open by kicking your feet apart, and after he lets his erection out, he slaps it onto your ass. “Beg bitch”. Meanwhile, Hizashi strips and moves to stand in front of your mouth. His dick sliding across your pouty lips. You squeal and push back to try and grind against his cock. “Fuck me, sir~ please fill me up and use me!”  You licks against Hizashis’s cock gently before opening your mouth for him, looking up at him with a soft whine.  Pushing back, almost sliding Shouta’s cock into you, but he groans softly as he pulls back. “God, I need you both inside me so bad~” You moan out. “What do you think, Hizashi?” Shouta teases, letting his cock rut gently against your lips, not giving you the friction you desire just yet. “Aren’t they beautiful?” He asks while his hand caresses your ass and slaps it occasionally. Enjoying the moans coming from your lips. “I agree with that,” Hizashi says as his breathing gets heavy, holding onto your chin and letting his thumb run across your bottom lip. His cock throbbing against your cheek. “But I think we both know how to make them look even prettier,” he taunts. Looking up to Shouta. In silent understanding, ignoring your begging, they both ram their cocks into you fully at the same time. Shouta grabs onto your hips and fucks you slowly, while Hizashi holds onto your head. You could only squeal as they began to use you; looking up at Hizashi, he swore your pupils turned to hearts as they fucked you. Drool and precum began to drip from your lips as you push back against Shouta, clenching around him and grinding against his hips. Slowly you move your hands onto Hizashis hips, gripping them as you helped him fuck your throat.  You squealed and moaned helplessly, in pure bliss at the two men ravaging you like an animal. The men moan and grunt as they thrust into you. Shouta makes sure to slap your ass to keep you moaning underneath him. “You like that, huh you whore? Being treated like a cocksleeve just for us?”  Hizashi moans at that even. His hands running down your chest to pull and pinch your nipples. “If you want more slut you’re gonna need to make us cum. That’s what you’re best at, isn’t it?” Hizashi says. You pull back and jerks Hizashis’s cock as you whimper. “Fuck, if you let me ride you both, I’ll be able to show you want I really can do~” clenching around Shouta, bouncing against him slowly.  You look up at Hizashi with big eyes as you say. “Don’t you wanna fuck my ass Hizashi~” Hizashis knees buckle a bit at that suggestion. He looks from your messy face to Shouta’s with pleading eyes. Well, who is he to say no? He pulls out of your pussy and takes a step back. He twists you around to lay on your back and pushes your feet towards your head “hold onto your ankles, baby.” With a giddy smile, you do as your told, holding your ankles to your head. “I’m ready~” He smirks down at you as he slides his cock into your pussy, moaning appreciatively as he does so. And then he wraps his arms around you to lift you up, clutching you against him. Without missing a beat, Hizashi comes up behind you. Kissing the back of your neck and sliding a finger into your ass to get you ready for him. You let go of your legs, allowing them to hang off of his shoulders. Whimpering softly, you nuzzle into him as you feel Hizashis’s fingers. Desperately wanting to grind against those fingers and the cock deep inside you groaning in frustration. “More~ please more!” Hizashi smirks, bringing his hips to your ass, massaging your cheeks with his fingers. “What are we to do with such a naughty kitten like you?” He teases, slapping your ass roughly. “Already so full of cock but wanting more...” he pushes his tip against your tight entrance. Shouta tilts your chin up to kiss you, “I guess we need to punish them then by filling them up.  You can’t leave the house if you’re full of cum.” He says. You could only whimper as you felt him press against your entrance “H-Hizashi, don’t be a tease anh!”  You said as you tried to push back. Hearing Shouta say they’ll fill you up sent you into a spiral. Shivering and squirting on his cock you whimpered. “Yes! F-fill me up, please!~ I’ll be a good Kitten.” you babbled on as you felt your mind slipping. "Tsk tsk making such a mess..." Shouta says. "Looks like it’s time to plug them up~" Hizashi continues for him, thrusting his full length inside your ass. The two of them thrust at different times, constantly changing the pressure inside of you. They both lean into the sides of your head, Hizashi giving you praise while Shouta continues to degrade you. You couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your lips as you were filled. Threading a hand through Hizashis hair, you leaned back. “So good~ you guys make me feel so good,” you moan softly.  You can feel the beginnings of small bruises on your hips and thighs but accepted them fully. Your holes leak and throbbed around the two cocks inside of you. Then you had a wonderful idea “C-come on, Shouta~ Don’t want Hizashi to outdo you.” Hizashi chuckles at that. “Am I making you feel that good baby?” He says as he looks Shouta in the eyes. Continuing, he says, “Make you feel so good you wanna be bred on my cock? Make you full with my cum to have my babies?” This makes Shouta possessively growl and slap your ass “who are you to be making such claims bitch?” He then grabs onto your throat to slightly choking you. “you will cum on my dick, and you will enjoy it. Like the cock whore you are. Be bred.” You moan softly at the feeling of his hand. Then smirks when you say, “Make me~” you loved pushing his buttons and seeing how far you can take him. “Make me, or else I’ll ask Hizashi to hold me up while he fucks my ass in your face.”  You clenched around their cocks as you felt Shouta growl and thrust faster. Hizashis hands move up to pinch and pull your nipples, reaching down to rub your clit as he keeps slowly fucking your ass. In return, he tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers pushing deep onto your muscles, forming bruises that will be visible all week long. He was going slow to be nice and match Hizashi in your ass, but if you wanted to be a brat like this, he’d treat you like the ragdoll you want to be. He growls and starts moving you on his cock and thrusting faster and deeper into you. “Looks like I need to remind you who’s in charge here, kitten....” he leans in and marks up your neck as he says, “If you behave and tighten up, maybe I’ll fill you up like you’ve wanted.” Your eyes crossed as you squealed, “yes, daddy~ fuck, please fill me up. I want your babies!” Your resolve faded as you felt his cock hit against your womb entrance. Hizashi chuckled and started speeding up as well, making your body shiver. “H-harder, please, daddy fucking put me in my place, please!”  You say as your pussy tightens up around them both.  You reach down to rub your clit as you watch his cock disappear inside of you. He grins and keeps this pace, making sure every thrust into your sloppy pussy hits you deep. “Look at this whore, playing with their clit while we fill them up, Hizashi....” he teases and smirks at the blonde “what do you suggest we do?” Hizashi also smirks and leans in to kiss your shoulder, picking up his pace to match Shouta’s. “I think we need to fill them up for days....that sound like a good idea?” He grins and keeps this pace, making sure every thrust into your sloppy pussy hits her deep. “Yes, yes, fill me up! Fuck I want your cum so fucking bad~” you lean back and pull Hizashis’s face close. Kissing him deeply as your other hand cups Shouta’s cheek. “I feel so good~ god, you’re both so fucking thick~,” you say as you feel them throb deep inside of you. It’s a nice sight, seeing the two of them kiss. Not that he’ll admit it for now. But he knows he’s getting there. He leans his head on her shoulder and focuses on how soft and wet and warm you are. God, he can get lost in you for hours. You’re gonna look so good full of his kids. Over and over. “God baby, I’m gonna fill you up...” he moans, shuddering as he thrusts fully into you and filling you up with his cum. You hold onto him tight as you feel him cum deep inside.  You whimper softly and bite down on his shoulder as you cum as well.  You feel Hizashi stop and look back, confused. “What’s wrong?”  You ask cutely. He helps Shouta pull out before thrusting into your pussy cumming as well. He groans and rubs your clit softly, helping you through another orgasm. “Oh god~ I’m so full~ fuck daddy, it feels so good” Well shit...that was a surprise. Shouta thought, but you look so happy being full, so it’s okay for now. Carefully he and Hizashi get you to sit on the couch. More so, sitting on a combination of their laps. Their hands and kisses soft on your skin, helping to soothe you. “What a good kitten you are, baby...” Shouta praises you, “maybe we need to have guests over more often.”
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