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echo-of-sounds · 2 years

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wedding

Small headcanons about Aizawa, Toshinori, Hizashi, and Gang Orca's wedding.

I'm once again sorry about my absence. I'm trying my hardest to write. It's coming slowly, but it is coming. I promise. <3

Aizawa Shouta

Shouta wouldn't bring up marriage until a long while into the relationship. It's never something he's put much thought into, and he certainly never pictured marriage coming quickly or easily. He just needs time to warm up to the idea, partly because he's afraid of it ending badly, like how everyone fears, and partly because he's well aware he isn’t the 'husband type' people tend to picture. But he isn’t against it. Having someone beside you during your worst and highest points, sharing the love and emotions, is, admittedly, a comforting thought.

Before officially proposing, he’ll talk about it with you extensively. He isn’t the type to surprise his partner, putting way too much pressure on them in public (he often finds himself grimacing at the men who do that and their poor, speechless partners). The proposal “event” would be small — It’s evening. You’re unwinding on the couch after a long day out. And he casually slides the ring on your finger, asking if you’d marry him. The ring is simple, natural, and beautiful. White gold bands intertwine like vines, holding a petite rose quartz stone.

He'd want a small wedding. No annoying bands, large festivities, or overly complicated planning. In fact, continually insisting on those actually makes him hesitant about getting married, as he'd feel you weren't considering his wants. He simply wishes the wedding would celebrate you and him, with some good food and the people closest and most important to you.

During the event, it's hard to read him. His face is flat as usual. His jaw is clenched, arms crossed, close to his body. Yet his eyes are genuinely happy. He doesn't get a lot of occasions to relax with his friends, but he worries something's going to ruin it. Rub the small of his back, hold his hand, and don't be afraid to kiss him publicly. It's the one time he's okay with it. And it helps him relax.

Sho is definitely someone that spends as little as possible on the wedding and uses the saved money for a longer, better honeymoon. Where it is, though, he doesn't care that much. As long as it's not to some casino or any other loud place, he's okay with you deciding. He trusts you not to drag him anywhere he'd hate. Besides, letting you pick gives you a chance to surprise him with something he truly deserves: a relaxing vacation away from his stressful life.

Once the emotions settle after everything, Shouta wouldn't feel much different. Your lives are pretty much the same. Though, his chest fills with a pleasant warmth when he's able to circle "spouse" instead of simply "partner" on paperwork or anything like it for a while. Not that he'd say it. And wearing the silver ring is quite nice, knowing you're also wearing one.

Yagi Toshinori

When he was younger, Toshi occasionally thought about getting married and having kids and how nice it would be to have that simple life. But then he became All Might. And then he got sick. And now he's sick and retired, struggling to see himself as worthy or as important as he once was. Marriage stopped occurring to him. He thought it'd just be another part of life he wouldn't get to experience.

His proposal comes at the end of a romantic evening together. He plans it meticulously and worries throughout the date, toying with the box in his pocket while you eat dinner and walk through the park. The question comes a bit earlier than planned. He stops you among the trees and flowers and kneels, revealing the rose gold engagement ring with your favorite stone in the center.

Whether it's more traditional, more western style, or a combo, it doesn't matter. Toshi isn't picky. He, like Shouta, just doesn't want it to be large or overly invasive like all the press and media events he's been subjected to. He'd invite Gran Torino, Midorya, Tsukauchi, and a few other close friends, but that's about it. This one part of his life he'd like to stay his.

His ideal wedding would be outside at a nice hotel or villa near the woods or ocean. Lanterns and string lights hang on the trees. Soft colors decorate everything — maybe a pale beige complimenting pink or a gentle cream to go with purple. Candles. Flowers. The ribbons on the chairs. It all matches perfectly. His outfit compliments what you choose to wear. A calm atmosphere, you, and your happiness are all he really wants.

You won't really get a chance to pick your honeymoon destination because he'll surprise you with a trip to some place you've always wanted to go. So, in a sense, you do pick it, but he buys the plane tickets, books the hotel room, and looks into local activities before you can even bring up the idea of the honeymoon. It doesn’t matter if it's to the Naturmuseum Senckenberg in Germany that you've talked about for years or to Iceland, so you can finally see the aurora borealis and all the other natural beauties the country offers. He wants it to be special, memorable, and personal. Plus, he has the money and won't hesitate to spend extra on you for this occasion.

Yamada Hizashi

Marriage has been fifty-fifty in Hizashi’s mind. He isn't a stranger to relationships, but something's always held him back, possibly even scared him away from marriage. He knows he's not perfect. He can be loud, sometimes unintentionally annoying, busy with his jobs, unfocused, and just a bit much. There's always an unfocused, lingering fear that his spouse would eventually get fed up with him and leave. Yet, you’ve been together for years. You’ve never given him the impression at all. So, maybe it’s worth it?

He'd like matching wedding bands, and he's the type to never take his off. And because it’s Hizashi, the ring is assuredly flashy. Your bands would be gold with diamond decorations. Your engagement ring is the exceptional one though: diamond buds lay on golden vines with a marquise diamond in the center. Yeah, it's expensive and just a ring, but he loves what it symbolizes and wants you to feel special.

Hizashi is one hundred percent down for the wedding being a grand yet laid-back production. Book the local band or famous DJ you love. Find the fanciest event site you want. Load it with candles and flowers and decorations of your favorite color. Style doesn't matter. He simply wants it to be fun. And he wants you to have fun with it. He hates how wedding planning is always stressful when it should be time for you two to relax and just appreciate one another, regardless if the party is grand or small.

Even if you spent a fair amount on the wedding, he also wants the honeymoon to be lavish. He’s by no means a millionaire, but he does have extra funds for things like this. And besides, this’ll be the only honeymoon you two go on. It should be memorable. He leans more towards cities rather than the typical beach-and-relax destination. Maybe Italy or Spain? He thinks of the architecture and culture, hot-air balloon rides, and winery tours. La dolce vita, y’know?

Gang Orca

Kugo knew he wanted a family and marriage since his teen years, and that desire has only grown as he has. He sees coworkers and colleagues posting about their anniversaries and children, all the happy couples holding hands and dancing at fancy events, and fathers playing with their children at the park, holding them as they did the monkey bars for the first time. He wants all that. Badly.

When the proposal comes, he nearly drops the tiny box. It isn’t exactly nervousness. It's more that he’s thought about this for a long time and it’s finally time. He’s excited and happy and content and over the moon when you say yes. The ring looks expensive. It’s a vibrant white gold band with an Asscher diamond in the center. Blue sapphires accent it on either side. His ring matches; it’s a simple white gold band with a grooved center for sapphire stones.

He leans more towards a traditional Japanese-style wedding. He wants the sake-sharing ceremony, to present a bouquet and a letter to your parents, and a smaller reception for your immediate loved ones followed by a more lively after-party. And seeing him in his handsome black kimono, haori draped over it, highlighting his shoulders and waist, isn't a bad look either. You can wear a kimono or a dress or something else, though. He wants you to be comfortable and confident in what you're wearing and wouldn't make you wear any specific type of outfit for his sake.

Kugo finds himself enjoying the wedding more than he thought. Well, he knew he'd enjoy it, but he thought he'd be a bit more anxious or all over the place, worrying about food coming on time or if everyone was sitting in their designated seat. Yet, that stuff goes away once it's started. He doesn't need to obsess over other people when you're next to him.

Despite wanting a wedding for so long, Kugo, surprisingly, has put no time into thinking about the honeymoon. Maybe he just never expected the former to happen, so the latter seemed like more of a pipe dream. His job responsibilities don't make the decision any easier.

Depending on the time of year, Kugo might ask for a "smaller" honeymoon directly after the wedding, like a weekend trip to southern Japan at a nice beach house, to hold you over until he can take time off for a more extravagant honeymoon. And even if you insist that the few days on the beach are enough because you just want to be with him, he'll insist that you deserve more. He wants to treat you. It just sucks that life gets in the way sometimes.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #present mic #present mic x reader #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #gang orca #gang orca x reader #kugo sakamata #kugo x reader #bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader

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chatterbox-73 · 8 months

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not sure if U take requests but could u do present mic or an aizawa fic?

.Sugar Daddy.

.Radio Sugar.

Hizashi Yamada x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Part two: Price of consoling (Shota Aizawa)

A/N: I was required to write about Mic or Aizawa, honestly had the hardest time choosing so will most likely post an Aizawa one-shot in the foreseeable future… though I also don’t want to jinx myself😁.

Summary/inspiration/prompt: you find yourself at a bar using your last few yen before meeting a stranger who teaches you a few very important lessons.

Word count: 1.4k

CW: NSFW and adult content, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving and implied f!receiving), inexperienced reader, drinking.

You were at university getting your major in music and performing arts, your parents hadn’t approved of your decision to study music and so they completely cut you off. You hadn’t spoken to or seen them in years and it was hard getting by at first that was until you met and got extremely close to a very popular pro hero, who also happened to be a teacher at a top hero academy and a host of a late night radio talk show.

You had been having no luck with any jobs, as all the places hiring wanted some oddly specific quirks for the jobs, some wanted strength based quirks while others wanted speed based quirks, both of which weren’t so fortunate to have. Instead you had a mutation quirk, you didn’t think it was ‘unsightly’, you actually believe yourself to be quite beautiful however you had been called ‘unsightly’ more times in this week alone then you had in your entire life; your quirk wasn’t even that bad.

Your quirk, ‘Four Eyes’ your childhood friend so cruelly named it gave you an extra set of eyes, your extra set of eyes were usually a cool gray but would change colours depending on your emotions. So all in all it wasn’t a weird or out of the ordinary type of quirk, but people still didn’t want to work with someone who had a mutation.

You found yourself at a bar drinking your last few hundred yen, your head laid against the bar counter and you watched the amber coloured liquid swirl around the cup, “now why’s a pretty lady, alone in a place like this?” Your eyes followed where the voice came from, to fine a blonde man with red eyes and a moustache. “Cheap beer and quiet… oh and of course mutant friendly… and you are?” you sat up and took a large swig of the beer almost finishing it all in one shot, he smiled at you and rested his elbows on the bar table, “Yamada… tough time, huh?” He throw his name in as it held no importance and made no attempt to hide that he looked at your breasts, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms under your breasts to pushed them up. If some guy was going to hit on you, you were going to take full advantage of it… “yeah… so it should be easy for you to understand I don’t do this for free” you hummed, as if you knew what you were doing, but in actuality you had no clue. You’d seen plenty of movies and read copious amounts of books with scenarios like this but you had never sold yourself for money, you weren’t even very versed in the ‘act’ itself, but maybe you’d get lucky and he’ll take charge. Yamada lent in and whispered to you, his eyes still focused on your plump breasts “go to the bathroom and I’ll meet you there” he lightly kissed your neck and sat up straight, you got up and walked to the bathroom waiting for the man.

You sat on your feet looking directly at his hard member, it wasn’t massive but still large, it was covered in thick pulsing veins and curved to the side, his balls hung low and were mostly hairless despite the nicely trimmed dense dark blond carpet of pubes that surrounded his cock, in all honesty the sight was delicious, you felt a ache in your abdomen and throat, a dampness settled in your panties as a dryness sat in your mouth. Yamada grabbed the base of his cock and tapped it against your cheek before wiping his tip along your lips before using his other hand to tilt your head back and open your mouth, “suck it baby” he demanded and slide is tip over your tongue, you rested your hands flat on your thighs and began suckling on his tip, you continued this until he clicked his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest, “get up” he said and barely looked down at you, you stood and before you could anything he bet you to it. “You don’t do this often” Yamada said as he looked at you, his eyes cold and dark, you shook your head and went to apologise but was interrupted again, “tell me when I’ve got the number right” he held up a hand all five fingers up, before he put down his thumb, only leaving up four fingers, you watched his hand and he watched you. Yamada dropped another finger and then another, to this you blinked and looked to the ground, the man looked at his hand… two, how measly and pathetic, he thought. “And out of these two times, did you give a blowjob” he asked and your eyes stayed on the ground, he hummed and wrapped an arms around your waist pulling you into his chest, his other hand tangled onto your hair “don’t worry, I’ll teach you, sweetness” he chuckled as forced a kiss on your mouth, you gasped as he pressed his hips into yours and pushed his tongue into your mouth, you grabbed his shirt and whined before he pulled away from you and pushed you back onto your knees.

You panted and gasped as your heart raced, you looked up at him waiting for instructions, “grab the base with one hand” you followed the instruction, your hand wrapped around his tip and slowly slid down to the base making contact with Yamada’s rough carpet, he smirked and nodded “good girl, now gently cup my balls with your other hand” he said, your hand lightly cupped his sack, it was strange they were warm, heavy and strangely smooth, the man hissed slightly at the warmth of your hand, “now hurry up and start sucking… but don’t only suck, kiss and lick too” he eyed you as you took his tip into your mouth and sucked it, before you swirled your tongue around it and slowly slipped it out of your mouth, you continued to repeat this same action until you gained more confidence and with your new found confidence you took him deeper, you bobbed your head and light rubbed his ball, Yamada leaned his head back groaning and tangling a hand into your hair.

It was euphoric, his taste, his scent and his sound, he was enjoying your mouth wholly, Yamada wasn’t far from finished and somehow you could tell, you gently squeezed his sack and took him all the way in, it was uncomfortable and made you feel as though you’d vomited at any moment but the feeling of his body tense and the taste of his hot seed… your eyes rolled back and you hand disappeared under the waistband of your pants, you moaned allowing your fingers to explore your wetness, the man stiffened and pulled you off his member, pulling you to your feet.

Your body pressed to his, your fingers still occupied with your cunt, “that was sloppy…” Yamada hummed pulling your hand from your pants, “you came… didn’t you” you whined and glared at the man before your resentment quickly turned to shock as he took your dirty fingers into his mouth sucking them clean, Yamada chuckled lifting you onto the bathroom counter before yanking your pants off and disappearing between your thighs.

You looked at your very full bank account it had only been two hours since you allowed that strange to fuck you on the bathroom counter and now you stood at the ATM looking down at all the extra digits that weren’t there before, one single transaction from a Hizashi Yamada and you’re richer than you’d been in your entire life, all you had to do was have some sloppy mediocre sex with him, suddenly a thought crossed your mind; ‘if I get better at that and do everything he wants… I’d be living comfortably for the rest of my life’ you smile and draw out some money, just enough to get dinner and rent a couple of adult films… for studying of course…

That was three years ago, now you live in a high class apartment and wear the finest clothes and jewellery, everything and anything you want, only for the price of your body. However there’s one thing you weren’t prepared for was Yamada introducing you to his friend, A friend he explained has recently broken up with his girlfriend and needs some consoling… at the right price of course… to which you couldn’t refuse.

More from the ‘Sugar Daddy’ series:

Masterlist (coming soon)

Previous - Satoru Gojo: ‘Not’ only you.

Next - Shota Aizawa: Price of consoling.

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frickingnerd · 8 months

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spending time with present mic

pairing: hizashi yamada / present mic x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship

hizashi seems like the type of guy who gets along with everyone and who has no problems making friends with others

therefore you'd assume he'd have no trouble having fun with new people or just enjoy the time with his friends

however, ever since hizashi started dating you, he can't help but feel bored whenever you aren't around

sure, talking to other people is nice, but most of the times he'd rather spend time with you than some people he just met

he even starts to ask you to come along with him to all the events and meetings he has to go, knowing everything is more fun with you around

he even refuses to make plans for those big pro hero galas unless you promise to come with him!

he used to be fine there by himself, knowing his friends were always there as well, but now he wants to share all those memories with you and keep you by his side whenever he can!

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fatkish · 2 months

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So I have this idea swimming around in my head for either a oneshot or a short story about Present Mic (Hizashi Yamada) coming across a child reader who’s quirk is ‘death song’. Basically the child loves music and keeps trying to sing unaware of the effect they’re having on the people who are near them. The sound frequency that the child admits when they sing vibrates the skull or some other important part of people’s heads that causes them to shatter like glass.

The biggest issue is that their singing also draws people closer kinda like a siren’s song. (The kid is gonna be like a Jigglypuff, they sing but don’t understand the effect they have on people but still wants to find an audience). Basically the police and pro heroes are thinking it’s a villain doing this and are trying to find the culprit. Present Mic ends up hearing the singing and uses his own quirk to cancel out the vibrations. After tracking the movement of the suspected perp, Hizashi comes across the kid crying.

Thinking the kid got hurt by the perp’s quirk he asks them if they’re hurt only for them to tell him that no one ever listens to their singing. People always end up ‘falling asleep’ before they’re finished and they’re really sad. Upon talking more with the child, Mic realizes that the kid is the one who’s causing all this and decides to take the kid in and teach them how to control their quirk after learning that they accidentally killed their parents because they couldn’t control their quirk/didn’t realize that they were using it.

After some time, the two of them become like father and child and they spend lots of time together. But due to the kid’s quirk being unstable they have to wear quirk canceling gear as they grow. So because the kid can’t sing without potentially hurting someone Hizashi decides to teach the kid to DJ.

Should I turn this thought into something or leave it as is?

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

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doumadono · 4 months

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Hiiiii, sweetheart.

Emergency Request here...

As you may know I got stood up by a a person I considered... My friend. The person was my friend since junior high school, despite some "turbulence" in past I kept in touch with her.

I got stood up on New Year's eve. I prepared something warm to eat, snack, drinks... I even planned some nice movies to watch and games to play... And she didn't show up nor she picked her phone. I saw her being online but that's all...

Eh, I feel a little pathetic if I can be honest.

I just... I need some comfort from Erasermic... I just want my two fav men to cuddle me or something like this.

Proszę, dziękuję i pozdrawiam. 🐺💎

Our very own New Year's Eve - Erasermic x Reader

A/N: I'm still angry that you had to go through such a disappointing experience, especially from someone you considered a friend for so long (but I told you before what I think about her). Your effort to create a warm and welcoming New Year's Eve atmosphere speaks volumes about your kindness and thoughtfulness. It's completely understandable to feel hurt and disappointed. Please, don't waste you time on someone acting like a total jerk. I hope this little piece will cheer you up, even if a little bit ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

As the early morning light streamed through the windows, Aizawa and Yamada returned home after celebrating the New Year's Eve with their fellow UA teachers. The sight that greeted them was unexpected - you curled up on the couch, a gentle sob escaping your lips as you cradled one of your cats on your lap.

Aizawa's brow furrowed with concern, his strict demeanor ready to address the situation, but Present Mic placed a calming hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the side. "Shota, let's figure out what's going on first." In a hushed tone, Present Mic whispered to Aizawa, "Our kitty is visibly upset, and the last thing she needs is us being stern. We need to show her love, not discipline."

Aizawa's usually stern expression softened, concern etching lines on his face.

Yamada, with his ever-present energy, approached cautiously. The sight of you in distress tugged at his heartstrings. "Hey, kitten, what happened?" Mic's voice was gentle as he sat beside you, his hand reaching out to stroke your hair.

You looked up, tear-stained eyes meeting his concerned gaze. "I-I got stood up by a friend," you managed to choke out, the hurt evident in your voice.

Aizawa's brows furrowed, a protective instinct rising within him. "Why didn't you call us? We would have come back immediately," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and worry.

You sighed, a shaky breath escaping your lips. "I didn't want to ruin your night. You were having fun with your friends."

Aizawa's stern expression softened slightly at your words.

Mic was quick to intervene. "Babe, your happiness is our priority. You should've called. We're a team, remember?" Hizashi took your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, while Aizawa wrapped his arms around you in a protective embrace.

"We're here for you, always," Aizawa murmured, his usually gruff voice surprisingly gentle.

Mic planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let us make it up to you. How about a New Year's celebration of our own tonight? We'll have dinner, music, drinks — whatever you want."

You looked up, confusion evident in your eyes. "But New Year's Eve is already over."

Mic grinned, his infectious energy returning. "Who cares? It's our house, our rules. Besides, I'm declaring a second New Year's Eve celebration tonight. We're going to make it unforgettable."

Aizawa rolled his eyes but couldn't hide a small smile. "He's impossible, but he's right. We'll make sure you have a fantastic night to remember."

And so, the duo spent the morning turning your living room into a makeshift celebration space.

In a hushed conversation away from your earshot, Present Mic convinced Aizawa that showering you with affection was the best way to ease your pain. "Let's show her all the love we've got," he insisted.

Present Mic, determined to lift your spirits, took charge in the kitchen. He prepared a feast that would rival any high-end restaurant, showcasing his culinary prowess. The savory aroma filled the air as Aizawa joined in, silently supporting his friend's efforts. The dining table was adorned with an array of dishes, each one carefully crafted to appeal to your tastes.

As the evening progressed, Hizashi decided to add a sweet touch to the celebration. "Hey, sweetheart, how about we make those chocolate cupcakes you love?" he suggested, an optimistic glint in his eyes.

Despite your initial reluctance, the sadness pouring out of your existence, you found yourself nodding. Hizashi guided you through the process, his infectious enthusiasm turning the task into a shared experience. Mixing ingredients, laughter echoing in the kitchen, the cupcakes baked to perfection, their rich aroma adding to the ambiance.

After the delicious dinner and sweet treat, the three of you migrated to a cozy set of couches. Hizashi pulled you gently between them, his arm enveloping your shoulders. Aizawa's legs intertwined with yours, his rough hand tenderly caressing the curve of your hips.

Present Mic pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering, "You mean the world to us, you know that, kitty?"

Aizawa added, "We're here for you, no matter what."

You felt a comforting warmth envelop you, surrounded by the two men you cherished. The presence of your cats, peacefully napping nearby, added to the serenity of the moment.

"Tonight's about leaving behind what hurt you and embracing what brings you joy," Hizashi murmured, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your arm.

Aizawa, not one for excessive words, simply nodded in agreement, his gaze conveying a depth of understanding.

The ambiance in the room was a delicate blend of warmth, laughter, and the lingering scent of chocolate cupcakes. As you snuggled between Aizawa and Present Mic, the conversation continued, weaving an intricate tapestry of shared moments.

Hizashi, his voice gentle, broke the silence, "You know, those cupcakes taste even better with your smile."

Aizawa, offering a rare smile, added, "He's right. Seeing you happy makes everything worthwhile."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a surge of gratitude for the two men who had orchestrated this evening of comfort and joy.

Yamada grabbed a throw blanket, covering the three of you as you leaned into his embrace. "Now, let's continue this night with some chill vibes," he suggested, grabbing the remote to cue up your favorite show.

As the opening notes of "Home Alone" filled the room, Hizashi's fingers tapped the tip of your nose. "One of the best holiday movies, right?" he mused, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the TV.

Aizawa, arms still wrapped around you, chimed in, "Classic. The kid's resourcefulness is impressive. If my class was in charge there, those burglars would pray to be sent right into the Tartarus."

Shota's remark caused Hizashi to choke on the sip of his coke. "Shota, dear Lord, ease up on the kids. They're nice kiddos!"

"Yeah, I wish they could ease up on me, so I could get some damn rest," the black-haired man grumbled.

You giggled, resting your head on his chest, rising and falling slowly with each breath he took.

The movie played in the background, the familiar scenes casting a nostalgic glow over the room.

You released a contented sigh as the movie came to an end. "Boys… Thank you."

"That's not the end!" Hizashi grinned at you, leaping out from under the covers, leaving you exposed. You nuzzled closer to Aizawa, seeking warmth.

Aizawa's hands reached around to your back, rubbing it gently as he planted a tender kiss on your lips.

Just as Present Mic returned, he huffed a little, looking a tad offended. "I was gone for thirty seconds, and you're already claiming our girl yours, Shota?!" He presented you with three glasses and a bottle of champagne. "I was keeping this hidden for a nice occasion, and it arrived today! Shota, come here and open it for me. You know I'm a bit clumsy."

Aizawa efficiently opened the champagne, the cork popping with a satisfying sound. He poured the sparkling alcohol into the glasses, handing one to you as you gracefully got up.

Present Mic, raising his glass, declared, "To you, my loves! To my sweet, charming kitty." He reached his free hand out, rubbing your cheek, "And to my one and only, handsome as hell Eraserhead." He grinned at Aizawa.

Shota acknowledged with a nod. "To you guys. May this year be better than the last."

You raised your glass, a smile playing on your lips. "To my handsome pro heroes, always ready to serve and protect. To my two absolutely cute boys that can turn into wild tigers in the sheets!"

Aizawa scoffed a little, but Present Mic playfully pointed out, "Look at that, kitty, you made Aizawa blush!"

Shota downed his champagne and glared down at you, his thumb rubbing against your lips. "So how about we move to the other part of the celebration now, kitten?" His tone was low and seductive, causing a familiar tingling in your abdomen.

With a mischievous grin, you nodded. "Yes, please. Let's celebrate our very own New Year's Eve." You bit your lower lip, adding, "I can't wait."

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drefear · 10 months

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Hopelessly Devoted To You…

Yandere Hizashi/Present Mic x Reader

TW: blood, fighting, death, anxiety, smut, p in v, rough sex, pain, slight choking, lying, angst

Guess mine is not the first heart broken

My eyes are not the first to cry

I'm not the first to know

There's just no getting over you

The pain in my legs was proof that the strain on my muscles was ripping them apart. I couldn’t hold myself up for much longer, let alone keep running. How did I not see this coming? Music hummed in the decaying building, his loud humming like the lullaby of my death. The blood in my eyes from the wound on my head made it very hard to see where I was going, but I was able to make out the halls and doors. Grabbing a doorknob, I struggled to force it open as the knob felt like it had been cemented shut. Where were the police? Where was Aizawa? Hawks? Anyone?

My lungs burned like they were filled with acid, every breath causing a severe stabbing pain in my chest. Shoving myself into the door, it finally burst open and I saw my fears coming true.

The red feathers on the ground were a lifeless and dull, no beautiful scarlet shine like I’d seen only a few hours ago. No, they were completely desolate of any shine. This was bad, this was really bad. Tiptoeing into the room, I quietly shut the door behind myself and made my way around the big desk in the center. The sight was unsavory, almost nauseating.

The stuttering breathing of my partner, Hawks, was just loud enough to overshadow the music echoing and my heartbeat. His eyes shot up at me, shakey and panicked as he gasped once again. I moved like lightning, pulling fabric from my hero costume to compress his wounds. He did this? Loud, quick footsteps made my hands freeze for a split second before I recognized the weight of those steps, continuing to push down on his wounds.

“Move, I’ll cauterize his wounds a bit with my fire, just go find him.” Dabi nudged me out of the way slightly as I sucked in air from his presence. “Just remember, once this is over, we’re still enemies.”

“Agreed.” My eyes glared at him as I tugged my visual blockers down over my eyes and dashed out of the room. The faint steps I heard were coming from above.

You know I'm just a fool who's willing

To sit around and wait for you

But, baby, can't you see

There's nothing else for me to do?

I'm hopelessly devoted to you

“Lime green and unseen. She is pristine!” His voice was quieter than usual, casting a spell of fear over my body.

This wasn’t the Hizashi we all knew and loved. This was a monster, a man possessed.

“Come out and play, little listener!” He called, the windows breaking from his quirk. I couldn’t help but cover my ears and duck down, then dashing to the nearest staircase. He wanted to find me, and so I’d play into his hand.

Finally getting to the top of the stairs, I saw him leaning against a doorframe, swirling a finger around something, bulky and strangely shaped. Stepping closer, I saw the light shine on him. His hair down and wild, sunglasses tucked into his hair, sleeves ripped off his arms and voice modulator covering his neck. He was unhinged.

But what caught my eye was the yellow goggles he was toying with. Covered in blood.

My sensei was in trouble.

But now there's nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

I'm out of my head

“Where is he?!” I screamed at him and his lips just smirked into an unsettling expression.

“Whatdya mean? Ya didn’t see ‘m when ya walked in?” His eyes looked at me through his lashes and a shiver went down my spine. I glanced from side to side but nothing. That’s when I saw it. A single drop of liquid fell from the ceiling. Looking up, I saw Aizawa tied in his own scarf with his eye blindfolded, bleeding from his arm and head.

“Let him down!”

“Now now, little listener. You aren’t in any position to be ordering me around. We both know your strengths and weaknesses, and none of this would have happened if it weren’t for you.” His words rang in my ears as I thought back to the weeks leading up to this.

Hopelessly devoted to you

I’d gotten close with Hizashi, my old teacher and friend. I’d confided in him, trusted him, and he would comfort me when I needed it. Days turned to weeks and soon, we had become more than just friends. I knew about his feelings, I knew I had some too, but I wanted to be a hero and focus on my dreams. Comforting turned to something else one night and we went to a place we couldn’t go back from. It was wonderful, he was wonderful. Everything I’d ever wanted.

Hopelessly devoted to you

At least the good side of him was, but jealous was something I’d never seen from him and when I worked with Hawks, he seemed to get unexplainably irritable and angry. He would ignore me for hours after I’d get off of work, not answer my texts, and then show up at random hours of the day to visit me at work. Patrol was even worse, he was always “running into” us. I knew Hawks was in a serious relationship, but he couldn’t talk about it because of our job. We were hero’s, and his partner was not, so anyone knowing about his relationship could put their life in jeopardy.

Hizashi didn’t believe me, didn’t care what I said. So naturally, I broke things off. It hurt, it hurt so badly, as I was in love with him, but if he couldn’t trust me and communicate with me, what was I to do?

And now here I was, standing across from my ex lover, the man I thought I’d marry for a time of my life, about to fight him to the death.

Hopelessly devoted to you

“Hizashi, this isn’t you. This isn’t who I’m in love with, just give in and we can go home!” My eyes filled with tears and my hand reached out, hoping he’d take the short amount of steps in between us and hold it.

His eyes flashed to uncertainty for a second before hardening again and locking me out.

“You’re lying to me. You were always lying to me!” He screams and the power of his voice has me clamping my hands over my ears, blood dripping out a bit. I take a step forward, hand still reached out.

“I never lied. You’ve always been the only one for me. How could I love anyone else when I had you?” My voice is weak, stuttering as I feel my bottom lip quiver. The sadness I feel is uncontrollable and I’m doing everything I can to not fall into a crumbled mess on the ground. “Come back to me, Zashi… please.” I beg, and he steps to me.

“I’ll fix this if you promise to be mine. Right here, right now.”

“I’m already yours until the end of time.” I answer but he sneers, aggravated.

“That’s not what I mean.” He pulls off a glove and what he wants finally clicks.

“We- Shota is on the ceiling-“

“He can’t see anything, and he probably can’t hear.” The comfortable way he says this makes my skin crawl, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been craving him this whole time. “You want me to surrender? Prove I’m your man.”

My head is saying, "Fool, forget him."

My heart is saying, "Don't let go.

I gulp, the dryness in my throat making me sputter a cough and he reaches out to me from concern, his true self breaking through. “Okay…” I agree, “yes.” And his hands are on me, pulling at the costume, or what’s left of it. The torn pieces of my outfit were ripping wider, the seam of my green pants tearing all the way up to my stomach. His calloused hands trace my thighs and without hesitation, two of his fingers rub against my clit. It’s rough and hurried, but god it feels amazing. His mouth finds the spot behind my ear instantly and I reach out. The groan he lets out against my skin as I palm him through his jeans is intoxicating.

“Zashi… please!” I whimper, and he nods, biting me and inserting a finger in me at the same time. My world spins for a moment as the two sensations collide and I grind against his hand, his thumb taking the place of those two fingers on my sensitive button.

I make quick work of his buckle and try to tug down his pants, getting them to his thighs as his hard erection slaps up against his abdomen. Even in the darkness, I can see his jacobs latter and my insides are preening at the memory, of how I remember it feels.

His lips attack when he catches me staring and I use my own slick to coat my hand and pump him slowly, but he rips my hand away and picks me up by the waist. It all happens so fast, I can’t even see anything until my back hits a cold wall and his head is at my entrance, spreading me open and about to enter me raw. We’ve never done that, and I’m so anxious about it, but I need it just as bad as he does.

“Ready, baby?” He asks and I nod, gazing into those green eyes I know I never want to be without. He pushes in and we both let out a pleading sound, the piercings shuffling around my insides and making me arch my back in pleasure. After the first push, it’s a relentless fucking and I can just hold on as he takes me against the wall. As he’s facing the wall, I peer one eye open just in time to see a specific shadow drop from the ceiling silently and take off his blindfold. My cheeks heat up and I shake my head, hoping he gets the message and he does. He runs out, but Hizashi can’t hear him over his own grunts and my whines.

His hand grabs my throat and I orgasm immediately, feeling him near his end from the clench of my walls around him. A few more destructive thrusts and I feel him fill me, but warmth flowing into me as I twitch from the pure endorphins this is causing.

Our bodies slump together as he pulls himself out and watches our mixed juices drip down my thighs. I moan a bit from the feeling and pant from exhaustion, right before looking up at him and beginning to cry.

Hold on till the end.

And that's what I intend to do

I'm hopelessly devoted to you

“Baby, why are you-” He cups my cheek as I cut him off.

“Forgive me… Hizashi, forgive me and know that I will never love anyone more than I love you…” I keep my head nuzzled into his open hand as I bawl my eyes out, then feeling his hand ripped away from me and seeing him get handcuffed and pinned to the ground through my tears.

“You lied to me!” He yells at me, but Eraserhead had understood my silent plea from before and was able to get the police and backup, also erasing Hizashi’s quirk so he couldn’t yell anymore.

“I’m sorry!” I cry out as Aizawa grabs a blanket and covers my half naked body, costume ripped and torn from both the battle and my ability to give him a false sense of safety. “You would have killed…”

But now there's nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

I'm out of my head

“It was all because I love you!” He yells again and I turn my face away, still shaking from sobs. Aizawa pulls me into his chest for a hug and shields me from Hizashi’s constant screams and verbal attacks. My heart shatters in my ears and I’m left with the feeling of pure emptiness, much like the whole week of us being apart has felt like. Now, Hizashi will be sent to prison and I will be alone again. “All for you!”

But he won’t be able to harm anyone else.

Hopelessly devoted to you

About a week later, I’m still recovering and visiting Hawks in the hospital, as well as Bubble girl and Fatgum. We all went into that battle and only a few came out able to function, the rest were under 24/7 hospital care. Like Hawks.

“Kid, relax.” He said to me, “none of this was your fault. You didn’t know he was a yandere.”

“He… he isn’t.” I blurt out and I hear a cough from behind me, turning to see Aizawa.

“Actually, a few psychiatrists sent in the reports yesterday. He has been classified as a yandere, and they are keeping him under surveillance because of his uncontrollable emotions.” The black haired man spoke and my chest was once again empty.

“But you’re safe now, he’s locked up, and you have nothing to fear.”

Hopelessly devoted to you

That was almost ten years ago. I have a family, children, a loving husband, and I haven’t looked back. But sometimes, I feel like someone’s watching me, or calling my name. A few times, I feel someone grab my wrist or whisper in my ear in public, but when I turn, no one is there.

I knew I was just imagining things, as I turned out the lights in my kitchen and slid into bed. My husband barely moved as the bed shiftly, getting into my side and feeling him.

“Baby you’re so cold…” I mumbled and kiss the back of his neck.

He doesn’t answer.

But the voice coming from my doorway does.

Hopelessly devoted to you

“Hello again, Little Listener.”

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rivisions · 1 year

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🎙️ little freak.

present mic x reader / hizashi yamada x reader.

smut/nsfw themes. 18+ content.

sub!reader, dom!hizashi, voice kink, size kink, hair pulled, fingering, classroom sex. also kinda fluff.

working an inspection week at UA high seemed like a fun trip, but you had an obvious hard time keeping yourself energized.

it was hard to stay focused, theres was always some sort of explosion going off, thanks to katsuki.

you mainly worked alongside the teachers rather than the students though. and one always managed to catch your eye as being peculiarly different.

“and that’s why, my dear listeners, this new class is so important! they’ll spark an uproar fo’ sho!”

hizashi was in his own element, in a room recording his very own podcast. you actually listened to it before even coming to UA to inspect, it was kind of cool to see a behind the scenes.

hizashi noticed you stopped in the hallway after he stopped recording.

“sorry my dear! didn’t mean to be that loud!”

he noticed your name tag, noticed that you were there yesterday, and somehow got .. scared of that?

“sorry! apologies! i promise these walls are firm! built to stand and last! nothing but the best or nothing to worry about!”

you laughed, he was quite the entertainer.

“it’s okay, don’t worry. i actually thought it was kinda cool, since i listened to your talk show stuff before i even came here for this week”.

his eyes lit up and he nearly jumped out his own skin.

“you do? i knew i had such a trusting and loving fanbase!”

you laughed at the floor as you pushed your hair behind your ear. he was giddy, but managed to act so focused on you.

he ran behind you and got so close to your neck you could feel his heavy breathing from jumping everywhere.

“i guess my fanbase is pretty loyal, huh?”

your eyes nearly popped out your skull.

you thought, “i didn’t know he was.. like this.” and you weren’t complaining.

“well, of course, mr. mic.”

“oh please,” he moved closer to your ear, “call me hizashi.”

he laughed and walked down the hallway to aizawa’s room, probably to interrupt and cause a scene.

you’d never seen that side of him though. you weren’t going to argue with it though.

• • •

you came back to UA the next day, not really focusing too much on what you were supposed to be doing and rather on where hizashi was.

“there you are! i’ve been super stoked to showing you around!”

you knew that energetic announcer voice anywhere, and it was coming from behind you.

you tried to turn around, but hizashi ran up to put his hands on your shoulders and reintroduce himself to you. like you could forget him.

“i’d really love to show you around! specifically the nicer parts of course, since that’s what i want you to see.”

he started walking with you, arm wrapped around your neck, almost begging for you to be closer. but that’s just his personality anyway.

“i actually kind of finished all my work inspection wise. i’m not sure why they send me out here for a full week when i can finish in a day.”

“oh! you’re here all week? well you just have to come and sit in one of my suuuuper totally awesome lectures then!”

“what are you teaching here anyway? mathematics? public speaking?”

“i’m almost offended! i’m an english professor can’t you tell!” he looked almost distraught.

you laughed it off, “apologies, it actually kind of makes sense now, teaching the new heroes proper grammar and all.”

he turned to you while you were still walking, “oh trust me dear listener, i know how to use my words very well, do you?” , he whispered. it sent shivers down your core.

before you could get an answer out, he thankfully cut you off.

“just messin’ with ya! making sure you’re looking alive throughout my tour!”

you smiled at each other for a moment, and you looked around the building for the next 25 minutes with a grin thanks to hizashi’s colorful commentary.

•••

you ended your tour with him back into his classroom, and he backed you into his desk, kind of without noticing. he’s nearly 6’2 in those boots. but it was kind of hot.

he took his directional speaker off, and you didn’t expect him to look so different without it. but you kind of were digging it.

“now, is there anything else i haven’t shown you?”

you eventually sat completely on his desk as he seemed to take control over you without even knowing it.

“well you haven’t exactly told me what you can do, present mic.”

he got closer to you, and tilted your chin up with his gloved hand.

“it’s hizashi, love. i promise i don’t bite. unless you want me to.”

your face got tomato red, and hizashi noticed, taking note of it and huffed.

“my linguistics seem to have an effect on you dear.”

you grinned. “nothing but the good kind of effects, ‘zashi.”

without even thinking, your legs split, and he took action on that.

his hand slid under your skirt and on your inner thigh, rubbing circles.

you let out a high pitched whine as he got closer to your heat, but covered your mouth with your hand.

“hmm, guess my voice is pretty powerful.”

you just nodded, afraid that if you spoke it would come out as a moan.

he took your hand off your mouth, and got closer to your face.

“there is no need to hide that pretty little voice of yours. let it out my listener.”

your body listened to him apparently, as your head flew back and a moan escaped your body.

“that’s my girl.”

his thumb finally reached your clothed clit, as he pulled your panties aside and rubbed gentle circles on your clit. he was sending you over the moon with just his voice already, but this is so much better.

his index finger finally slid into you after what seemed like hours. he was pumping into you at a slow pace at first, but sped up as he laid farther into you.

eventually you both were nearly lying on his desk, as his fingers steadily pumped in and out of you.

your head fell backwards and hizashi didn’t waste any time, painting hickeys all over your neck.

your shirt eventually unbuttoned because of how hizashi was lying on you, and one of his hands made its way up to your boob.

he painted kisses all down your sternum, your body arched into him, as you slowly started to reach your climax.

“close aren’t’cha babe?”

your eyes squeezed shut as you nodded and let out a small “mhmm”.

“‘zashi! don’t sto-op!”, you whined as you came over his fingers, nearly staining his gloves.

“wanna flip over for me, hun?”

you grinned and flipped to where your boobs pressed against his desk. you could hear him undoing his belt, and gasped as his tip slid into your pussy.

“sorry, i know it’s gonna hurt, you just gotta go slow, okay?”

“no! no i’m okay, ke-ep going.. hmm.”

“didn’t know i was messin’ with a little freak, huh?”

you grinned back at him, but your head quickly shot back after he pushed his full length into you.

“ya good sweetheart?”

“mhmm! ple-ease more ‘zashi!”

“hold on baby, i don’t wanna hurt you,” he growled.

“promise you won’t, please?”

he rolled his eyes and grinned as his pace sped up, and his exposed chest that had unzipped was pressed against your back kept you warm.

your head kept falling on his desk and student’s papers kept getting stuck on your forehead and he noticed, so he pulled your hair back and wrapped it around his hand.

“nngh! oh god oh my god.”

“oh you like that, huh?”

he kept his pace, leaning into your ear, letting out deep huffs into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. he was speaking huskily and his hair was disheveled. those products didn’t keep well and his hair was falling over your back.

“you’re close, aren’t you?”

you nodded, letting out a couple long drawn breathy moans, hoping that suffice for an answer.

“fuck! fu-ck don’t stop ‘ashi!”

he didn’t, he just got closer and more intimately closer to you, painting more hickeys down your back.

he was groaning, whining almost, “never knew you were this- hmph- tight hun”

“oh?” you pretended to act shocked.

“mhmm! fu-uck, i’m”

he didn’t even get to finish his sentence before he was filling your insides. you both somehow synced your climaxes together, both of you filling the room with the sounds of your harmonic moans.

he was panting over you, and you basically molded yourself to the desk as he pulled out of you, cum dripping all over your clothes you threw on the floor.

“sorry my dear listener, i’ll get you cleaned up.”

he held your waist and flipped you around, and the bareness of the desk made you shiver.

he came leaned over you to grab a towel from a drawer out of his desk and cleaned both of you up and picked you up to carry you to sit in his lap in his desk chair.

you straddled him with your hands sitting on his shoulders, as his arms wrapped around your waist. he was pampering you with kisses everywhere, focusing on your forehead.

“you a-okay?”

“yeah, just still in the nude from the waist down though,” you both giggled.

he looked down and realized he never zipped his pants back up, “oh! where are my manners hun!”, and zipped them.

“sorry about that, i have an extra pair of sweatpants in my desk? if they fit ya?”

he opened the drawer and pulled them out as you stood up and put them on.

“thank you mic”.

“i like that one! aizawa doesn’t call me that anymore, so validating!”

you smiled into him, almost burying yourself into his arms.

“i’ll take note.”

“you’ve got to come up here more than just the rest of this week!”

“i think i’m planning on it.. i’ll miss you too bad.”

#present mic #present mic x reader #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #my hero academia #mha smut #hizashi yamada smut #present mic smut

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musyroom599 · 4 months

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can you make an erasermic x reader or just an erasermic one-shot?

I'll try my best 😄

Hope you enjoy as always have a good day!

Warning: mentions of abuse

Erasermic x reader

You walk into U.A high to start your first day as a teacher. You take a deep breath as you walk into the teachers lounge and look around to see a couple pro heros you recognize from the news.

"this is awesome" you think to yourself as you head towards the coffee maker.

You see a grumpy older man with black long hair and a tired expression drinking coffee. as a spunky man with blonde hair tries to negotiate something that you don't quite understand.

you grab some coffee and go to grab creamer as you see the black haired man is blocking it. But you being you are to shy to ask him to move.

The spunky blonde man looks at you and smiles looking back at the black haired man. "Sho your blocking the creamer" he says and winks at you causing you to blush slightly

"your so annoying" the black hair man says as he moves

"Th..thx" you say quietly.

"no problem!" He says warping a arm around aizawa.

You look at them and smile "support" you say happily.

"huh?" The blonde hair says clearly confused.

"oh sorry you guys just reminded me of a old married couple" you say awkwardly.

The blonde hair man thinks for a minute "she thinks where married...and old apparently" the black haired man says.

The blonde haired man laughs "oh that's what you meant. Well where not married but we are dating"

"oh my bad sorry" you say nervously

"Nah don't worry about it" the blonde smile's

"Your the new teacher here correct?" The black haired man asks

"yeah the names y/n".

"well I'm Hizashi and the is shota" the blonde man smiles

"....wait..... I recognize you guys you guys are Eraserhead and present mic right?" You say happily

"Yes that's us" shota says slightly annoyed

"I'm honored to meet you two. But I should get going"

"See ya later cutie!" Hizashi says and winks at you again.

You blush furiously and leave the room accidentally leaving your coffee behind.

"You need to stop flirting with strangers Hizashi" shota says sighing

"what you jealous?" Hizashi asks smugly

"in your dreams" shota walks out of the room

Later that day your lounging around the couch in the teachers lounge grading history papers. "Being a teacher is so freaking hard" you sigh to yourself.

"Tell me about it"

You look up to see shota leaning on the back of the couch with a coffee cup in hand staring down at you.

"Oh, hi shota"

you sit up so you can see him better.

"you know this room isn't your living room right?" Shota looks at you slightly annoyed.

"yeah I know.. but this place is so much more relaxing then my place so I thought I could grade papers here"

"How is school more relaxing then your own home" shota gives you a perplexed look.

"um..."

" there you are sho!!" You hear someone yell from behind shota.

"I wasn't aware you where looking for me" shota sighs as Hizashi leans over the back of the couch to look at you his hair dangling into your face.

"let them breath Hizashi" shota gives Hizashi a stern look.

"they don't seem to mind" he smiles and he nods towards you who is playing with his hair.

You pause as you notice what you're doing. "I am so sorry" you quickly apologize.

"nah I don't mind. It feels good actually" Hizashi smiles as shota rolls his eyes.

You blush slightly and smile "I...I can counting if you want"

"it's up to you" he ruffles you hair then looks at shota to discuss teacher stuff as you play with his hair.

The next day you arrive at the school pretty early.

"i hope I'm not to early" you say to yourself as you walk into the teachers lounge.

As you pass by a mirror you see a bruise on your face.

"shoot it actually bruised." You sigh. "That bastard. I hope no one notices"

"You hope no one notices what?" You hear shota say as you jump to face him .

"Sh..shota I didn't see you there"

"clearly" he responds and looks at your cheek which has a bruise on it.

"what happened?" He says there's a certain sternness to his voice which scares you.

"Um... nothing happened I'm fine" you say nervously covering your bruise.

"that bruise says otherwise" he moves your hand so he can see the bruise.

"it's from my dad." You sigh

"your dad?" He asks as he looks at you anger boiling up inside of him.

"mhm...he got a little drunk last night." You look away.

"that's no excuse to hit his child" He almost shouts

"hey guys what are you talking about" Hizashi walks in and pauses after seeing the bruise on your face.

"Omg y/n what happened!?" He runs to you and inspects the bruise on your face.

"My dad go a little drunk but I'm fine really" you force a smile.

"I want to meet your dad" aizawa says sternly.

"it's fine shota really"

"it's not at all fine" Hizashi says hugging you.

You pause as he hugs you but after a minute hug him back. Burying you face into his chest.

"Thx" you whisper

After work you waln towards your house with the two pro heros following close behind you protectively.

"You guys really sure you wanna do this?"

"Of course we are" Hizashi gives you a reassuring smile and ruffles your hair. You look at shota who just nods.

"okay if you're sure" you shrug

As you approach your house you pull out a spare key and unlock the door.

"dad I'm home!" You call out

"the hell took you so long"you hear your dad grumble from the living room.

"I ..i brought some guests...they want to talk to you" you fidget nervously as you walk towards the living room.

Your father looks at shota and Hizashi. "Aren't these those two pro heros you can girl over so freaking much?" Your father asked madly.

"uh...yes" you whisper looking down scared but also trying to hide your blush.

Hizashi puts his hand on your shoulder.

"I'd like to talk to you about the way you've been treating y/n" aizawa says clearly holding back anger

"what the hell did you tell them!?!!" Your father yells at you and you step back.

"I suggest you shut up" shota says glaring at your dad.

Hizashi looks at you. "Let's wait outside while sho handles to is okay?" He says and you nod following him outside the house.

You both sit in silence. Hizashi speaks up and breaks the silence. "So your a fan girl?" He says smugly while smiling.

"uh..i...maybe?" You say blushing furiously.

Hizashi laughs "I can see why I am pretty impressive"

"And cocky" you say smile.

"that what sho's always telling me.

You smile you see police cars pull up to the house.

"uh...Hizashi why are the police here?"

Shota walks out of your house with your father in his capture scarf.

"I'll kill you!!" Your father yells at you as he struggles to break out of shota's capture weapon.

"Shut it" aizawa snaps at him and your father stays quiet as the police arrest him.

You all sit in silence. "Now what?" You aks looking at the both of them.

Hizashi's face lights up "you should come live with me and sho!"

You look at shota who smiles "sounds good to me" he responds and ruffles your hair.

A couple hours later you able it to there house and look around.

"welcome home cutie!" Hizashi smiles as you blushing.

"enough with the flirting" shota sighs

Omg this took so freaking long to make but I enjoyed it so much kinda made it up as a I went along so yeah bye~

#aizawa x reader #hizashi x reader #erasermic x reader #mha #mentions of abuse

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 9 months

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Could you do how UA teachers would react if they noticed a student doesn’t each much?

(Hello Anon, I’m assuming that there was a typo and you meant eating. Anyways I hope you enjoy this and thanks for the request)

How the UA Teachers Would React to a Student That Doesn’t Eat Much

(Characters Included- Aizawa, Present Mic, Midnight, and All Might)

(Warning: These hcs are platonic)

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

- He’s concerned about your safety because you need all the energy you can get because you’re in the hero course and you do a lot of training and fighting so he doesn’t want you collapsing on the battlefield.

- He quietly pulls you aside during class time while the others are working or talking to each other and he confronts you about what’s going on.

- He tries and gives you helpful tips on how to help with whatever that’s causing you not to eat.

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

- He feels bad for you, he wonders how long you’ve been doing this for and why.

- Before he approaches you, he will most likely go to Aizawa or your other teachers for some advice on how to handle the situation properly and effectively.

- He’ll invite you to have lunch with him and he will try and make you feel comfortable enough to eat.

Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)

- She approaches the situation very calmly and carefully.

- At first she thought that you weren’t eating because you weren’t feeling that well but as you continued to not eat she decided to step in to see what’s wrong.

- If you decide to not tell her she’ll let you know that she’s always there to talk whenever you need someone to talk to.

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

- He would be conflicted on how to approach the situation.

- So he would ask you to come to him after class and when you arrive there you’ll see him sitting down with food on the table for both of you.

- He’ll try to encourage you to eat and if you do agree to eat then he’ll bring you lunch every day.

Masterlist

#mha headcanons #mha hcs #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha aizawa #aizawa shota #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #present mic #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #midnight x reader #nemuri kayama #toshinori yagi

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present-mic-askbox · 11 months

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I ASKED AIZAW.... IF HE.... WOULD LOVE ME AS A GUMMY BEAR...

AND HE...

SAID NO...

#hizashi #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #x reader #mha hizashi #mha #my hero academia hizashi #present mic #erasermic #aizawa

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randoimago · 7 months

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Day 4 - Drunken Confessions

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Character(s): Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Type of Request: 31 Days of Oc-Trope-R

Note(s): I love Present Mic so much.

Things at UA had been hectic, but it was finally Saturday, so Hizashi practically forced you and Aizawa to go with him drinking. He had wanted to do karaoke, but Aizawa gave a firm "no" and you weren't going to argue with Aizawa.

So now the three of you were sitting in a booth with some karaage and edamame to have with your drinks. Aizawa looked like he's been sipping on the same whiskey all night while Hizashi had some kind of highball and you were drinking on whatever wouldn't make you act like that much of an idiot.

"And then after having an argument for ten minutes about the correct use of 'their, there, and they're', Bakugo gives a perfect answer. Even I was shocked considering how much of a hothead he is," Hizashi regales an English lesson he was teaching with wild gestures.

"He's smarter than he looks," Aizawa comments. Aizawa is good at his backwards compliments.

"At least you got them to do the lesson. Things were going great for me and then Midnight comes in to deliver something and the next thing I know, everyone is talking about crushes and which teachers look cute together," you say with a sigh. It'd be endearing if you weren't scared shitless that they'd somehow get you to confess your crush to a bunch of children.

"I hate kids." Aizawa shakes his head as he says this but you and Hizashi give him amused smiles because you both know that's far from the truth.

"Did they say who'd look cute with me?" Hizashi asks, a wide grin on his face.

"I think Ashido mentioned something about you and Aizawa cause of some childhood friends trope," you answer, a tad confused with what she had been talking about. Hizashi just bursts out laughing at the idea while Aizawa grumbles and drinks his whiskey.

The night goes on with you three drinking and eating some more. Aizawa decided to be the smart one and start getting water for the table while Hizashi wanted to make a tower out of his glasses, which was quickly stopped and caused him to pout.

"I need to get going. Think you can take care of him?" Aizawa suddenly says as he checks the time. You do as well. It's late but not that bad.

"Thinking of doing some patrolling?" You ask, you wouldn't be surprised if Aizawa did sober up to a quick ten minute patrol this late. You were glad when he shook his head.

"Don't want a hangover so I'm going home to decompress."

"What a responsible adult," you tease and Aizawa rolls his eyes. Hizashi is already whining about Aizawa leaving and you chuckle and shake your head. "Maybe we should get him home first," you say and Aizawa nods.

You both drag the drunken Hizashi back home, listening to his rambling and nonsense. There were a few times when he started to say something, but Aizawa switched topics or made him shut up. You don't know if it was going to be something embarrassing or what, but good on Aizawa for being a good friend.

When you made it back to his apartment, Aizawa offered to stay to help take care of the drunk. You declined and said you could deal with Hizashi. There was some hesitance on Aizawa's part, which you found a tad weird, but eventually he did leave. And now it was you and Hizashi on his couch while the TV played softly in the background.

"I can't believe the kids thought me and Aizawa would date." Hizashi's words are slurred as his head is resting in your lap on the couch. You tried to make him go to bed, but he was adamant that you're not allowed in his room. So, you're both on the couch.

"Well, it was more thinking that you two would be a cute couple instead of that you are going to date," you try to explain, only to get a scoff back.

"But I don't wanna date him. I wanna date you. Shota is mean and grouchy," Hizashi pouts but you were a bit hung up with what he had said previously.

"You want to date me?" You can't help asking. He's drunk and probably talking out of his ass right now, but you can't help but be curious.

"Well yeah, you're cute and smell nice and I wanna cuddle and kiss you and do adult things!"

"Like what?" Again, you couldn't help asking. Maybe it was morbid curiosity or maybe you wanted to see what drunk things Hizashi might come up with. Whatever the excuse, you just asked that and now have to live with it.

"Like hand holding!"

"Uh huh, well how about you drink some water and get to bed then we can talk about hand holding in the morning." An amused grin is on your face as you pat Hizashi's head and he whines.

"But I want to date you now!"

"Trust me, if you remember this, you might end up regretting this happened. We'll talk in the morning, Hizashi." He mutters something that sounds a bit like 'won't regret it' but you shake your head at him and make him go to bed.

You just hope he remembers this in the morning.

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specialagentlokitty · 17 days

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Present mic x reader - happy surprises

Heyy, a cool idea would be Present Mic x reader where he’s on the radio taking calls and fan reader gets to call him. Add whatever you like of course just an idea lol, I’d love to see what else you come up with - Anon💜

Sitting on the stool, you were reading through the list of ingredients in front of you, listening to the soothing voice of your favourite radio talk show host.

You weren’t paying all too much attention to him, you were focused on getting everything ready for opening the bakery the next day, so when your phone began to ring you didn’t think twice about it.

Picking it up you stuck it on speaker, setting it back down on the counter.

“Hello, Blueberry Bakery, (Y/N) speaking, are you placing an order or picking up one?” You asked.

“Well what a formal greeting!”

“Mr Present Mic?!”

There was a loud laughter on the other end, you had to get up and mute your radio so you were able to hear him better.

“That’s right! You’re our lucky caller! So why don’t you tell us about yourself yo!”

You laughed a little awkwardly.

“Well, I uh, I work nights, I’m actually at work right now.”

“You mentioned a bakery, you got any recommendations!?”

You hummed a little, resting your chin on your hand as you looked at your phone.

“Depends on what you like, my specialty is cakes. I make them for all sorts of occasions, birthdays, weddings, that sort of stuff.”

“Amazing! Tell me more!”

You grinned even more as you excitedly began to tell him about some of the cakes you had managed to bake before.

After five minutes he announced it was time for the next caller after a few songs and you ended the call, gushing about how you were just on the phone with your all time favourite hero.

You grabbed your phone to excitedly text your friend when you noticed that the number in your recent call logs wasn’t blocked, it was an actual mobile number.

You decided to message the number, worrying it wasn’t safe for him to give out his number to random people like this.

You: hi, I was just on your radio show, I just wanted to let you know you haven’t restricted you phone number so anybody you call can see it and save it. Just in case you didn’t know how here’s how you find it!

With that, you sent the message with a photo on which part of his phones settings he needed to be on.

Setting your phone back down, you went back to your work, sleeves rolled up as you carried on with the various projects you were working on.

You worked through until early morning when you let the day shift in, and you grabbed your things, giving them all a wave as you went home to sleep.

Again, you were back the next night doing the same thing, looking through the orders that a few people were collecting after hours.

Setting them aside in time order, you put your apron on and got to work on the final touches for them, and one by one people came to collect them.

You usually had the same routine, so even after a few weeks you were doing the same thing, listening to the radio while working, though it wasn’t Present Mic on, since his show didn’t run every night of the week, it was still nice.

Hearing the buzzer go, you walked over and pressed it, letting the person in.

“On moment!” You called.

Setting the cake back into the chiller, you brushed your hands on your apron as you looked down at your list.

“Do you have the receipt you were given for your order?”

“Oh yeah! Here!”

Your head shot up at the voice, and you grinned from ear to ear.

“Mr Present Mic!”

He laughed loudly, slamming his receipt down in the counter.

“Yo! The caller from the other week!” He beamed.

You grinned sheepishly, running a hand up and down your arm as you took his receipt.

“It’s a real honour to meet you, you’re my favourite hero!”

“What?! No way?! Me?!”

You laughed, nodding your head as you lifted up the counter, letting him come through and you handed him an apron.

“I actually had a message saying they needed to confirm some final details when you arrived.”

Setting his receipt down you looked for the matching one and looked over it, grabbing the cake he had ordered and brought it out.

“They wanted you to pick some final colours and such, so if you let me know I can get it done right away.”

“Oh so many to choose from! Can I decorate it?!” He gushed.

You laughed a little, nodding as you took the cake to the work station.

“Go right ahead, we do need to remind you that if you decorate it yourself you can’t ask for a refund.”

“Not to worry!”

He happily began to work while you set a cake down next to him, getting to work on this one as well.

You looked at present mac as he decorated his own cake with a bright grin on his face, then went back to your work.

You finished the first part and left it there as you walked to the front, cleaning out the cases.

“Yo! This is so good! It didn’t even take you that long!” He gushed.

You laughed a little nervously.

“Thanks, I’ve been working here for years, my parents were bakers as well.”

“Amazing! Can you help me!?”

“Of course!”

Walking over, you washed your hands and stood next to him, listening to him as he excitedly explained what he wanted done with his cake.

You happily showed him what to do, and the whole time you were fully aware of his focused on his gaze on you.

Once you were done, you went back to your own work, and he watched your carefully, and you took the cake back, doing a quick tidy up which he helped with.

When you were done, you turned around to look at him, giving him a smile and he grinned brightly.

“Oh! I didn’t know if you got my message about thanking you!”

You furrowed your brows a little, pulling out your phone, and you looked through your messages, shaking your head.

“No, hold on let me check something.”

Present mic stood over your shoulder while you went through your phone.

“Oh yeah, never mind you went through to my unknown messages.” You laughed.

“Ouch! Didn’t even save my number!” He pouted.

He placed a hand over his heart pretending to be hurt about it and you laughed a little bit.

“It wasn’t my place to save, I just wanted to make sure you knew you were giving it out.”

“Much appreciated yo!”

He stuffed his hands into his pocket, leaning down a little with a grin on his face.

“Can I decorate another cake?!”

“Yeah, I was actually making one for myself for my birthday, go right ahead!”

You grabbed another cake and handed it over for him so he could decorate.

You were still in slight shock of him in your work, and as the night drew on to an end, he got ready to leave with his cake.

“Oh! Can I see ya phone?”

You nodded your head, handing it over to him, and he took it for a few seconds before handing it back to you, picking up his cake.

You walked him out, and he looked at you, giving you a grin.

“Let’s do this again sometimes (Y/N)!”

With that he walked away.

You locked up again.

When you got home you decided to see what he had done, and you noticed a new contact in your messages along with a missed message from it.

Hizashi: thanks for the cake!

He’d sent you a photo of him grinning with the grin with the cake in the background and you laughed loudly at how goofy he looked

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