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august-anon · 1 year

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War on Christmas -- Squealing Santa 2022

My @squealing-santa gift is ready, and it is for the very very cool @a-fluffer-nutter! From your BNHA ship list I went with EraserMic, and had lots of fun with your prompt of "The pairing celebrating Christmas or the holidays. Opening presents turns to chaos!" Though, it wound up being more post-gift opening/cleaning up chaos in the end. I hope you enjoy!

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Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Aizawa/Switch!Yamada

Word Count: 1501 words

Summary: Hizashi and Aizawa get a little sidetracked while cleaning up the post-gift opening mess.

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Christmas in the Aizawa-Yamada home was turning out a bit more chaotic that year, compared to the celebrations of the past.

While Hitoshi had seemed perfectly content to sleep in until late in the morning, a boy after Shouta’s own heart, the combined energy and excitement from Hizashi and Eri had the whole household up when the sun had barely cleared the horizon. From there, the morning was a blur of messy breakfast, wrapping paper, and sparkly bows.

Now, they finally had a moment of quiet.

The moment Eri had opened her last, largest gift and found a pink, sparkly tricycle inside, Shouta knew it was over. While she would never demand it herself, they could all see how much she was itching to take it out for a ride, snowy lawns and icy sidewalks be damned. Hitoshi, perhaps seeing the exhaustion in Shouta’s eyes, or maybe just wanting to get out of the house because of the flirtatious looks Hizashi kept shooting him, didn’t hesitate to offer to take her out for a ride.

And then it was just the two of them, finally having a moment of privacy, getting to enjoy each other’s company… if it weren’t for the mess.

For so many years, when it had just been the two of them, there had always been so little to clean up. A few pieces of wrapping paper here, a handful of dishes there, and then the house was clean once more. Now, however, their living room was covered in brightly colored foil paper, all ripped to shreds. The dishwasher and sink were overflowing with dishes from cookie baking, large dinners, and sweet breakfasts. The coffee table was covered in frosting and edible glitter from Eri’s (and, admittedly, Hizashi’s) efforts. The house looked like Christmas had exploded, and not in a fun, festive way, and Shouta decided that that certainly wouldn’t do.

So, despite all Hizashi’s whining for attention, Shouta moved on to cleaning. They had plenty of time for Hizashi’s dramatic forms of affection later. Right now, Shouta wanted to be able to see the floor.

And then, as Shouta tried to gather up some of the stray pieces of colorful paper scattered around the tree, he felt something hit him in the back of the head. Looking down, Shouta saw a balled-up scrap of wrapping paper.

“You’re supposed to be cleaning,” Shouta said, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “Not making more of a mess.”

Hizashi gave him an innocent look. “I don’t know what you mean, Sho.”

Shouta narrowed his eyes. Fine. Two could play at that game. Instead of immediately retaliating, Shouta only huffed and turned back to his own trash bag, shoving the balled-up paper inside and continuing to clean. He heard Hizashi let out a quiet sigh on the other side of the room and the rustle of him continuing to clean. That was when Shouta struck.

Quickly, he balled up several scraps of paper, doing his best to make it look like he was only trying to make the trash fit better. Then, he took his arsenal and chucked one directly at the back of Hizashi’s head. Hizashi yelped and whirled around, a hand raising up to where the paper hit him as he gave Shouta a startled look. Shouta smirked, throwing a second balled-up scrap and nailing Hizashi directly in the forehead.

“Oh, you’re on Sho!”

Shouta scoffed, wider grin tugging at his mouth. “I may not have started this fight, but I’ll certainly finish it.”

And then the room became a whirlwind of bright, flying paper. They had bought the pretty, decorative kind this year, for Eri and Hitoshi’s first holiday with them, which meant they were both likely to be shampooing glitter out of their head for weeks. Shouta wondered if they would ever get it out of the carpet.

Hizashi laughed the whole time, loudly and easily, dodging sloppily (despite the fact that Shouta knew he could do better than that, they were Pro Heroes after all) but throwing with alarming accuracy. Shouta, on the other hand, didn’t hold back. He was much more suited for this kind of war than Hizashi, with his skillset as an Underground Hero, but when he finally cracked, barking out a laugh when he accidentally knocked Hizashi’s glasses right off his face, he started to get a bit sloppy himself. There was a sort of fun in that too, not aiming to be perfect the whole time. It was a game, after all. A silly bit of fun. He could afford to not be perfect.

He would still win, anyway.

At least, he would have, if Hizashi wasn’t a dirty rotten cheat. With a battle cry, Hizashi broke from his side of the room, pelting a laughing Shouta with wrapping paper ball after wrapping paper ball as he charged, eventually tackling Shouta down to the ground.

“Hey!” Shouta snapped, trying his best to sound authoritative despite the lingering laughter in his tone. “Get off!”

Hizashi only laughed, pressing his weight further onto Shouta. Shouta scoffed and reached up, grasping around for one of the wrapping paper balls to shove down Hizashi’s shirt. Hizashi gasped in faux-offense.

“I’ve won, and you’re still trying to sabotage me?”

Shouta let out a grunt. “You didn’t win, you filthy cheat, you– ah!”

Shouta’s arm shot down in defense, but it was too late. Hizashi’s devious fingers were already buried in the hollow underneath his arm, scribbling and scrabbling away at the sensitive skin. Shouta bit out a curse, scrunching up his face and squirming underneath Hizashi in a half-hearted escape attempt.

Hizashi gasped in faux-offense. “Shouta, kitten, you’re accusing me of cheating?”

“Even more-so now,” Shouta ground out, refusing to give Hizashi the satisfaction of his ticklish laughter so easily.

“Why, kitten, I would never.”

Of course, the words were accompanied with Hizashi immediately darting forward and burying his face in Shouta’s sensitive neck, so clearly he wasn’t doing a very good job of defending his own actions. Shouta knew he should’ve grabbed his capture scarf off the hook in their bedroom that morning, just in case, because now without it, Shouta had nothing to block Hizashi from nibbling and nuzzling and huffing out breaths that unfortunately sent Shouta squealing.

Hizashi huffed a laugh against his neck, which certainly didn’t help Shouta’s predicament. “Wow, Sho. I think that’s a new record, huh?” He blew a quick raspberry against one of Shouta’s weak points. “That may be the fastest I ever got you to laugh, huh?”

Shouta had never been a man of many words, so he figured a simple “Fuck you!” would suffice as a reply.

But, Shouta realized, with Hizashi’s new focus on one of Shouta’s weaker points, his fingers were less focused and intense, fumbling and half-hearted as Hizashi sought out better reactions with new methods. Shouta had control of his arms again. And Hizashi had far more weak points than he did.

Shouta’s hands shot out, wrapping his arms around Hizashi’s back and rolling them over, scratching his fingers in-between Hizashi’s ribs as they went. Hizashi shrieked, barking out a loud laugh, tilting his head back with the force of it. Shouta shrugged his shoulders up to try and rub the remaining ticklish feeling away (and keep Hizashi from getting any more ideas).

“Not fair!” Hizashi cried out through his laughter.

Shouta raised an eyebrow. “Not fair? It wasn’t me who brought tickling into this, Zashi.”

Hizashi twisted underneath him, probably trying to get leverage to throw him off, but Shouta wouldn’t allow that. He pushed Hizashi back down, planting his legs firmly on either side of Hizashi’s hips, and finally enacted his true revenge.

His fingers jumped from tickle spot to tickle spot, wiggling and spidering and scratching as swiftly as they could. Hizashi wailed in response, his laughter going near-hysterical as his senses were overloaded, not being able to keep up with how quickly Shouta was switching spots. His hands were always two steps behind in defense, never knowing where to jump next to stop Shouta.

It was a good thing Shouta knew how much he loved this. Otherwise he might actually feel bad about the tears of mirth slowly building up in Hizashi’s eyes.

And then the front door burst open, revealing their two children, both seemingly far too energetic for having been sloshing through slush and snow for the better part of an hour. Shouta halted in his attack, opening his mouth to greet them even as he started to remove himself from Hizashi’s waist, when he was tackled back to the ground himself. Shouta shot Hizashi a glare, wishing the kids were still outside so he could spit out a curse or two at being so sloppy in his own defense. Hizashi winked at him, then turned his beaming smile on their children.

“Hey, wanna see what Sho looks like when he really smiles?”

Maybe family tickle fights would become another one of their new Christmas traditions, after this year.

#squealing santa #squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #tickle fic #my writing #bnha tickling #lee!aizawa shouta #lee!yamada hizashi #ler!aizawa shouta #ler!yamada hizashi #ticklish!aizawa shouta #ticklish!yamada hizashi #bnha #yamada hizashi #aizawa shouta #erasermic

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horizonvn · 6 months

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Waaah im back!! I got a lil scared cuz some mutuals found me from irl and stopped posting and deleted cuz well

I got shy

Im really into mha now so ill be posting some of that!! Feel free to request tk art aswell

Im not in many fandoms like at all but ill still draw if you got requests, preferably only anime or cartoon requestsss i dont watch anything else really

(For those who dont remember or care, i am a tickle blog, ‼️‼️‼️completely sfw,‼️‼️‼️ though!! I just find the aspect downright adorable)

My name is horizon. Any pronouns are fine, though i have a he him pref!!

Anyways, some erasermic tks because why not <3 (aizawa looks a lil wonky ik waah))

#tickle content #tickle art #mha tickle #belly tickling #my artwork #tickle #bnha tickle #lee!hizashi #ler!aizawa #ler aizawa #lee present mic #mha fluff #tickle fight #ticklish aizawa #tickler aizawa #ticklish hizashi yamada #ticklish hizashi #tickler aizawa shota

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fluffyweeby · 1 year

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I request you draw your favorite ship :)

That’s a pretty weird thing to request but shure!

If I would have to say what’s my favourite ship is I would say

THE UNSINKABLE BLACK PEARL THAT WAS DRAGGED TO THE DEPTHS BY THE KRAKEN AND…

No but in all seriousness that was a hard one to decide 😅. Right now what I’m most obsessed about are Tighnari and Cyno but I wanted to draw something new and I realised I’ve never made any EraserMic even though I’m obsessed with them to the point I sometimes forget they r not canonically married. 😂

So I hope you’ll enjoy it (and know the anime that this is from 😅) and thank you so much for the request it was really a lot of fun to make! I wish you a late Merry Christmas and not late Happy New Year!!💜🎄✨

#tickle art #ask #mha tickles #erasermic #ler!aizawa #lee!yamada #mha fanart #aizawa fanart #shoto aizawa #hizashi yamada

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burningablaze · 1 year

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EraserMic Family - A Nice Monster

A/N: @made-by-jade-222 , you're my favorite writer and I’m so glad you're back. You made your stories feel so special and made me feel happy. My favorite stories that you used to write was EraserMic family and I really loved those stories so I thought up this fic that reminded me of you. Maybe when you get around and get a chance to read this, I want to let you know that you feel special to me 💖

Summary: Eri wakes up from a nightmare and runs to her daddy and papa. Aizawa and Yamada did everything they could to comfort their baby except for one method. A method that will always gets her to smile and ready to go back to sleep again.

Lers: Yamada and Aizawa

Lee: Eri

Words: 960

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Eri stirred in her sleep, her face contorted in fear. She murmured something unintelligible, and her body shook as if she was trying to escape something. It seemed that Eri was having a nightmare, her subconscious mind struggling with some unseen terror.

Suddenly, Eri awoke from her nightmare with a start. Tears began streaming down her face as she realized the dream's terror was not absolute. She felt overwhelmed with emotion and began to cry, her body shaking with each sob. She was filled with a sense of relief that it was only a dream, but the fear it had caused still lingered.

She quickly got off her bed and sprinted out of her room. She was eager to get to her dad and papa's room. Tears streamed down her face as she called out to her parents. “Daddy! Papa!” She shouted, her voice echoing down the hallway. She was eager to get to them, to be in their arms, and have them comfort her.

Eri burst into her parent's room and found Aizawa and Yamada sitting comfortably on the bed, seemingly minding their own business. Upon seeing Eri, they quickly dropped whatever they were doing and got worried, as she looked so scared.

“Eri, sweetheart, what happened?” Yamada asked. Eri began to cry again and ran up to their bed. She crashed into Aizawa’s arms and sobbed in his chest. He gently tried to comfort her, saying, “Hey, hey, hey, it’s alright, Eri. It’s okay.” His words seemed to have a calming effect on her, but she was still shaken up.

Aizawa asked, "What happened, Eri?" Eri wiped her face and sniffled before responding. "I had a really bad dream. You and Papa were gone. I thought something happened to you, and I got scared," She said.

Yamada frowned as he gently rubbed Eri's back. His voice was full of love and compassion as he spoke. "I'm so sorry that happened to you, honey. We love you so much, Eri, and we will never leave you. You are so important to us, and we will always be here for you."

He kissed Eri on the forehead and held her along with Aizawa until she stopped crying. With a final hug and a gentle smile, he let her go and looked into her eyes. “How’re you feeling?” Yamada asked.

“A little better,” Eri said. “Will you be able to go back to sleep tonight?” Aizawa asked. “I don’t know. I’m still scared.” Eri trembled. She was still afraid to go back to sleep after experiencing a dreadful dream.

Yamada snapped his fingers after he thought up of an idea. “How about we tell you a story about a monster who can protect you while you sleep?” He suggested. Eri tilted her side. “A monster?” “Yeah, and he’s a nice monster, too,” Aizawa added.

“What kind of monster?” Eri asked. Yamada gave her a sly smile. “It’s a special monster,” He said. “It only comes out when you’re really scared.” “Here,” Aizawa picked her up and adjusted Eri to lay on her back against his belly. “This kind of monster uses a special technique to get laughing if your sad.”

“What kind of monster is he, daddy?” Eri asked. “He’s the tickle monster!” Yamada shouted out of nowhere and started to tickle her sides, making her giggle. Eri squealed with laughter as Yamada tickled her. "Ehehehehehehehehe papahahahaha!" She said between laughs and curled her arms against her sides.

“And the tickle monster had decided to come to visit!” Aizawa joined his husband to tickle Eri. She wiggled side to side when she felt fingers fluttering against her belly.

“Ehehehehehehehe it tihihihihickles!” Eri squealed. “He tickles you under here,” Yamada tickled Eri under her arms. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“He tickles you over here,” Aizawa scratched her sides. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohohoho!”

“He tickles you all sorts of places just to get you laughing and squirming all over the place until you feel all better!” Yamada taunted Eri as he continued to dug his fingers into her underarms.

“Papahahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Eri kicked her legs and rolled around, filling the room with the sound of her sweet laughter.

Yamada gasped. “I know another good place to tickle!” He scooted down the bed and grabbed hold of one of Eri’s ankles. “Your cute little feet!”

“Not my feheheheet, papahahahaha!” She cried as she tried to pull her leg away from one of the tickle monsters, but the other tickle monster pulled her back down and tickled her tummy.

“You're not going anywhere, little miss! Not until I had my fill!” Aizawa said playfully. He kept her on his lap while Yamada skittered his fingers all over Eri’s foot. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohohoho! Daddyehehehe! Papahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Eri kicked her leg to get her papa to let go, but Yamada got a tight grip and tickled her toes. “Deliver the final blow, Shouta!” He encouraged. Aizawa smirked and lifted Eri’s pajama shirt to blow a deadly raspberry. His stubble made it worse.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DADDYEHEHEHE!” Eri shrieked and tried to push Aizawa’s head away, but it was no use. She didn’t have enough strength to make him stop, and he was a lot stronger than her.

After the two tickle monsters had enough of torturing their daughter, the three of them snuggled closely together. Eri gave a loud and long yawn. “Looks like our little sleepyhead is tired,” Yamada said as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face. Aizawa yawned as well. “I hate contiguous yawns. Yeah, I’m tired as well. Eri can sleep with us for tonight.”

Eri had already fallen asleep before Aizawa noticed and turned off his lamp. “Hmph, goodnight, baby girl.” He and Yamada got comfortable in their bed and ensured Eri was safe and sound asleep.

#mha aizawa #mha yamada #mha eri #ler!aizawa #ler!yamada #lee!eri #ticklish!eri #mha tickle #mha tickle fic #mha tickle fanfic #mha tickle fanfiction #mha shouta aizawa #mha eraserhead #mha erasermic #mha hizashi yamada #mha present mic

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kanene-yaaay · 1 year

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Logical (or The One About Love and Friendship)

Warnings: None. This is literally 2.200 words of Aizawa being WEAK for his friends, tickling and being tickled by them. It’s cute, it’s fluffy and full of teases, playful tickles and warm feelings. Switch!Aizawa, Switch!Nemuri, Switch!Toshinori, Switch!Hizashi and Ler!Tensei. All the relationships are platonic

Kanene’s notes: I 100% give this fanfic to my sisters that painted my nails and lightly tickled me for a few secs while I was rambling which immediately made think about happiness and love and all the soft stuff in between for weeks. <3

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Aizawa loved to be tickled.

He wasn’t ashamed to admit this.

It made him feel silly, yes, sometimes even shy, but not ashamed.

Most people would find tickling as an annoying thing or his liken for it weird, but he could care less about them. He loved it. Simply and quick like that. It was only rational, afterall: he was always the kind to be affectionate - in his own quiet, unwavering and attentive way - with the people he was close with, not holding himself back when he felt it would be proper - or simply nice - to share headpats, half hugs or shoulder bumps with his friends. Or to just follow them around like a particularly determined and easily irritated shadow, seeking their warmth just like a cat sought for a sunny spot to nap.

Tiny touches and daily small doses of affection quickly became an important part of his life, especially after he got into UA and met the most important people he would ever know, people he would take and follow to the most difficult and easier days of his life.

So, yeah, Shouta could recognize he was quite a tad touchy. He could admit it even, on a particular early morning around his friends, right when everything feels just a bit more unreal and dreams are closer to touch. Even if this memory was something that Nemuri and Hizashi would constantly tease him about, delighted to discover a something that would make their so gloomy and grumpy companion share a tiny smile for a piece of second before immediately shoving both it and the beginning of a blush that appeared on his face in his scarf.

They were all chill with this part of himself, too. More than happy to answer and support his touches with plenty of hugs, snuggles and a constant invasion of his personal space (not that he complained) without even a blink. Like he said: it’s only rational that his love for touch and the closeness that meant trusting someone translated into something as tickling.

It simply felt right.

To just let himself close his eyes and smile, to lazily wiggle around as Hizashi began to prod and skitter his fingers on ribs, finding and attacking all his weak spots with a precision and accuracy that came with years of experience and friendship, leaving plenty of tingles and tickly shocks to generously spread on his torso and fish more huffed giggles and quiet snorts from the dark haired hero as he go.

To bask in the warmth of the friendly, playful teases and lights pokes of fun that spilled freely and unashamedly from Nemuri’s smirking mouth when she sneakily wormed her hands to his armpits, skillfully using her nails to create not only a quite loud squeal in the sea of puffing giggles, but also one of the most unbearable sensations he ever felt in his life.

To ignore everything else and only focus on holding Yagi’s wrists as they got dangerously close to one of his most ticklish spots, even if he showed no real struggle to push the offending digits away, just keeping them in a loose hold, tittering non stop at the way the taller scratched and scribbled on every inch of sensitive skin, gradually increasing the speed. His clear smile of half amusement and half fondness plastered on his features that never failed to make his cheeks prickle with hotness.

To feel his mood immediately light up and his day get just a grain better at the rush of adrenaline flooding his system at Tensei’s fast, startling pokes that always seemed to get him in the moments he least expected it - not a easy accomplishment, something Aizawa should mention - or at the surprising tickle attacks full of squeezings and raspberries that, somehow, seemed to came when he most wanted it, with the right amounts of awful teases and incredibly fun, giddy energy that accompanied the underground hero hours after they parted ways. Probably a skill that comes with being an older brother.

It didn’t matter if it was just one of his friends or all of them at once. If his silent huffed snorts and low laughter mingled with Yagi’s calm presence, his quiet teases being always careful to be delivered on the most unexpected moments in an exact formula that never failed to make hotness prickle on the skin of his cheeks. Or if it clashed and danced beautifully in sync with Hizashi’s own loud laughter, just a tad of taunting and just a tad of amused, both of their reactions filling the air with playfulness and games full of “Let’s see how long can the gloomy, grumpy hero Eraserhead last before being defeated by a few tiny tickly tickles”.

If Nemuri would always start a collection of squeals, squeaks and yelps when she decided to tickle him, being sure to properly coo at every one, something which would normally make the underground hero flare with indignation (he was not cute, dammit), but, under how much soft her grins got during those times, he let it go. Or if Tensei would make as his goal to find any new tickle spots, showering his sides, back, calves, neck and basically anywhere with all the kind of soft pokes and maddening pinches, only to his determined expression to totally light up and his snickers to ring freely when he succeeded in fishing a bark of laughter from Shouta.

Sometimes they would all collectively look at Aizawa and decide that he needed a smile on his day and then jump on him in a mess of hands scribbling, skittering, prodding and tickling everywhere.

With Nemuri’s loud brags of how she was the first one to make Shouta giggle her name out loud and did you see how much adorable that was awww, sorry guys it must suck for you all to not be able to do that but don’t worry it’s fine no one can be the best I will gladly bear such heavy burden alone.

With Tensei’s loud laughter and playful bump of shoulders asking for space, come on give a bit of space for the tickle master here, I want to test something that makes Tenya go absolutely crazy, it’s so cute, he couldn’t stop himself from becoming a mess of giggles and you definitely will want to see it if Shouta has even a quarter of his reaction.

With Toshinori’s wheezing snickers as he requested for everyone to please calm down and stop making such a fuss, there is plenty of Shouta for everyone here to tease and attack and he knows, he knows it must tickle a lot with how incredibly ticklish you are, Shouta-san, but if you could stay still for just a bit longer for Tensei to try this new thing (even if his own hands kept tap-tap-tapping the sensitive skin right under his knees and that definitely was not helping) it would be really nice.

With Hizashi’s taunting pokes and scribbles that played with his reflexes, teasing his armpits when he tried to hide his face, skittering on his neck when an attempt of a pout grazed his lips and showering his lower back with scritches every time he tried to curl in a defensive ball. Always more than happy to cheer loudly at any of his reactions because YEAH Shou, show us all that rocking smile, yo! You wouldn’t try to hide it from your best friends in the whole world, huh? After everything we’ve been through you wouldn’t leave us out here to suffer and die without our daily doses of Shouta’s giggles?

With all of their attentive gazes, careful touches and soft whispered questions, checking if he was fine, if that was okay, if they went too far, filling his heart with such an amount of care and a love that never failed in leaving Aizawa speechless.

Even though his friends would be adamant to deny that last part, especially with how quick he was to recover from their attack and immediately pull Nemuri to his arms, ignoring her flirts and wobbly attempts to break from his hold with more clumsy tickle attacks to focus his attention in squeezing the especial spot just right above her knees and a few inches to the left that created the most lovely snorts. After that it didn’t take too long for a flow of uncontrollable laughter to flow freely in the air, which, on itself, meant that now he only needed to whisper a few teases close to her ear - how could a single person have such ticklish ears he would never know, but the loud squeals and crackled death treats made this spot one of their favorites to tickle -, letting them evolving to an onslaught of nibbles - and a couple or two of kisses, - before she finally got distracted enough to not realize one his hands getting way too close to her stomach.

The loud wheezes and sudden silence that bathed the whole space meant that the panther was already after his next victim.

(And, if he stayed just a few seconds more than necessary, hugging Nemuri close to him while she recovered, it didn’t matter. He was out before she could gather enough oxygen to tease him about being a complete, incorrigible and utter softie. Shut up. You know nothing.)

A high pitched shriek that was cut in the middle of being shouted always made pretty clear who was the next one to be caught.

And this time Shouta already had gotten most of his breath back, but, even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be so difficult to transform Hizashi in a mess of blushes, squealed ‘nononono’s and infinite squawks, even if the black haired one just did as much as look in his direction.

When asked about it, Yamada said it was because of his smirk. There was just something in the way his eyes glinted in a playful way and his lips were pulled up in a grin which basically shouted ‘You are dead’ that made all his nerves alight and incoherent noises to bubble on his throat. Now, how the blond was able to realize that while he was kicking and squirming and wiggling and trashing non stop on the floor, Aizawa didn’t know.

Eventually the underground hero would be able to dig his hands on his thighs and draw senseless nothings on his soles, occasionally scratching his toes just to watch him jump and yelp, his own low, playful pokes of fun being easy to be heard over Hizashi’s usual silent laughter that made his entire body shake with happiness and delight.

(And, if he brushed Yamada’s hair with his fingers while he squirmed the rest of his giddy energy on the floor so it would look a little bit less of a mess, enjoying the not-quite silence that hung around then, no, he didn’t. You saw nothing. Get out.)

Tensei, on his turn, wasn’t particularly fond of being tickled. He would endure a few pokes or a random raspberry if they got caught in a tickle fight or any similar situation, but more of that was not his definition of a good time. This required Aizawa to be creative during his revenges, then, usually deciding to pull a snicker and distract the other with a couple of pinches on his sides, fast enough to just divert his attention while Shouta stole some of his fidelity cards of their favorite cafeteria and a pair of Tenya’s baby pictures from his wallet before tangling his capture scarf on his arms so he could safely dart away without being immediately chased.

He still had one victim left, afterall.

(Before going, however, he always spared some time to adjust Tensei’s glasses so they stop being dangerously close to falling from the tip of his nose, a tradition that began during their time on UA as students and continued until nowadays, even if Tensei kept trying to bite him every single time. Nuisance.)

Toshinori was a little more like himself in this point, much more full of breathless giggles and sudden snorts than a strong belly laughter - like Hizashi or Kayama. It was fine. It was perfect. Because honestly Shouta already had enough of All Might’s customary, booming laughter, but this? The high pitched, quiet ‘mercys’ he let out amidst his titters? The muffled yelps and low snickered babbles full of nonsense filling the room when Aizawa let his fingers prod softly on his ribs and tap their way across his right side, finding and exploring any weak spot for quick, maddening seconds before jumping to another one?

He could never, ever get enough of this.

The smiles, the squirms, the quiet and loud reactions, the whispered teases, the feeling that brought warmth to his chest every time he saw one of his friends smile and thought ‘I did that’, the way they grinned proudly after one of their tickle fights, the comfortable silence that sat with around them after those moments, the excited conversations, the warm touches, the nice embraces.

…Yeah. Aizawa loved to tickle his friends. And he loved being tickled by them. He loved and loved and loved and loved again and again and again.

Of course he did.

It was only logical.

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eunchancorner · 2 years

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Kami is the Tickle King! You’re honestly so awesome and I hope you know that! Whenever you have the motivation to write here’s something else I’ve been thinking about! Idk if you do writing for Erasermic Family (found family is the best thing ever, fight me ((not really lol))) but if you do I think the idea of Mic waking everybody up with really loud singing and then getting tickled to make him stop might be fun. If not then idk rn but I can send something else in if you want. :) Olive

Ooooo ok this is interesting. I don’t normally write for found family but ykw? Once can’t hurt. Also I feel like this is kinda revenge from that other EraserMic fic lol

Lers Aizawa, Shinsou, Eri, Lee Yamada

Warning: nothing.. I think. Idk I’m tired

Word count: 1055

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“WAKE ME UP! WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!”

Aizawa jolted out of his sleep at the sudden sound of his husband’s voice blaring through the halls of their shared house, scared for a second until he realized it was just Yamada. The erasure hero sat up slowly as Mic’s voice kept booming within the walls, undoubtedly waking up Shinsou and Eri, too.

“Mic!” he called to the extremely loud blonde, with no answer. “Mic! Hizashi! Yamada! Idiot! Loudmouth!! SHUT UP!!” he kept calling out, still without a response. He was quickly growing annoyed. It was only 7 am on his ONE day off and he wanted nothing more than to sleep in, and he knew Shinsou probably had a similar idea.

He stood and stormed out of his room into the hall, where Mic was still singing loudly, and did the first thing that came to mind.

“SAVE ME FROM THE NOTHING I’VE BEC-EEHEHE!” Hizashi squealed as fingers dug into his sides from behind, nearly accidentally activating his quirk. Eri peeked her head out, looking up at the two. Aizawa was a little shocked at what he had chosen, but it was quickly replaced by a smirk.

“Hey, Shinsou!” the black-haired male called to their son’s room, and he peeked out, his eyes tired and looking a bit annoyed with all the noise.

“What?” he asked as he came fully out of his room, stopping as he saw them. “What’s going on..?”

“Want to help me show this nuisance what for?”

“HEY!” he chuckled a bit at Hizashi’s offended shout.

“Oh, yeah.. He might be my dad, but you don’t just wake someone up by singing Evanescence at 7 am,” Hitoshi said with a smirk.

“I’m surprised you know that,” muttered Hizashi.

“Eh, I listen to it sometimes.”

“Aren’t you two getting a little distracted?” Aizawa butted in, feeling a bit of satisfaction as Shinsou smirked a bit and Yamada started forcing down a smile, realizing his fate. Eri tilted her head as she came completely out, looking at her dads and brother, confused and curious.

“Right, we’ve got to teach dear ol’ dad here to not sing at 7 on the one day we can all sleep in,” Shinsou agreed.

“W-w-wait, I-I just want to s-spend the day togehether! C-can’t we talk about this?” the blonde attempted to reason, which got no reaction from the other two other than menacing chuckles that sent chills down his spine. “E-Eri, help!”

“I dunno…” the small girl finally spoke. “You were loud… I kinda wanna help them.’

“Oh come on!” Mic protested before yelping as he was pinned down. He looked up to see Aizawa sitting on his arms, smirking down at him, Shinsou hovering over his left side while Eri came into view on his right. He felt nervous giggles bubbling in his chest as the three loomed over him menacingly, his giggles only growing louder at one minor detail.

“What’s got you so giggly, dear? We’re not even tickling yet~” Aizawa asked his hubby.

“Y-youhu… you look upside down!” Hizashi giggled out, giggling louder at the faux-enraged yell by Shota.

“OH that is IT!” the ravenette belted before digging into Hizashi’s underarms, making him laugh even louder. The two kids took it as their signal and attacked their poor dad, Hitoshi digging into his sides while Eri squished his belly, making the blonde fall into loud laughter that nearly made him lose control of his quirk.

“WAHAHAHAIT! AHAHAHA NOHO I’M SOHOHOHORRYYYY!” Yamada begged immediately, causing the purple-haired teen beside him to laugh a bit.

“Jeez, Dad, you’d think a pro hero would last soo much longer.”

“SHUHUHUHUT- EEP!”

“That’s not nice, Papa!” Eri playfully scolded him, poking at his soft tum, causing him to squeak.

“I’ve never heard Dad squeak before, that’s new,” Shinsou noted.

“Oh you should have been around when we started dating. I’d poke his belly so much he sounded like an angry mouse. Ah, to be young again..” Aizawa briefly reminisced, his digging switching to fluttering that drove Yamada up the wall.

“IHI DIHIHID NAHAHAT!!” he tried to sound offended, though that’s kinda hard when you’re laughing your butt off.

“Oh you absolutely did, and I promise Nemuri can prove that. She would always get you to shut up whenever you started going on a rant about how ‘amazingly muscular’ you were. No matter how hard your abs get, your tummy is always gonna be soft.”

“And ticklish!” added Eri.

“And ticklish,” Aizawa agreed.

“SHUHUHUT!!”

“Ohh Dad, you should know to stop saying that,” Shinsou said as Aizawa pulled his hands away and cracked his fingers.

“Get him, Dad!!” Eri cheered as Shinsou and her pulled their hands away, and as Yamada slowly stopped giggling, he looked up at his dear husband, got a sudden understanding of what was happening and panicked.

“W-w-wait, Sho, y-you don’t have to do this!!” the blonde pleaded as his black-haired husband’s hands lowered towards his ribs and froze, just inches away from them. He locked eyes with Shouta, those glowing red irises a sure sign that at least he wasn’t going to hurt anyone with his quirk.

And then he struck.

Mic’s laugh was silent under the effect of Aizawa’s quirk, forcing his quirk to shut off, and giving a tiny nod as clearance for the other man. He was released, but the laugh that came out could rival his quirk. “SHOHOHOHOHO NAHAHA STAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!”

“Woah, Dad, I know you’re the voice hero but god!” Shinsou attempted to speak over the cackling. Eri giggled on Mic’s other side. “Yeah, Papa! You’re so loud!”

“You hear that, Zashi?” Aizawa spoke over his voice, “You need to quiet down~”

Yamada tried to answer, he really did, but it’s hard to speak when your husband is digging into your worst spot without mercy, especially when his voice is just so teasy that it made everything so much worse.

“PLEEEHEHEHEHE NAHAHAHA DAHAHAHAHA!! SHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAHAHAA!”

Finally, he gave a signal, stamping his foot on the floor, and finally, Shouta let up, pulling him into a hug, which was quickly joined by the two kids.

The poor blonde struggled to stop his giggle fit, mumbling around them as he tried to make sense of his own words, until he heard Eri speak up.

“Papa, this is why you don’t sing super early!”

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I’m done :>

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tickly-giggles · 9 months

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Could u do prompts 22 and/or 24 with aizawa and present mic? If u do x reader could you do with the reader otherwise I would enjoy reading it with eachother! ❤️

Yes yes yes, so cute!! I ship EraserMic so hard so yes! Also, for future reference, I don't do x reader fics. Sorry bout that

BUT onto the fic~!

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

Prompt: "When I find you, you're dead!" / "Please be gentle~!"

Characters: Mic, Aizawa, very short amount of Shinso

Shipping: EraserMic

Lee: Mic

Ler: Aizawa

Word Count: 1,343

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“When I find you, you’re dead!”

The words rang throughout the house like an explosion. Mic giggled childishly, diving into the closet in his and his husband’s bedroom. It may have been an obvious hiding spot, but Mic would be lying if he said he didn’t want Aizawa to find him. The circumstances that led up to him hiding in a closet played back in his head, and he couldn’t help but giggle again at the memory.

“Come on, it’ll be fun~,” Mic grinned at Shinso, who was currently doing his best to ignore his honorary father by distracting himself with a video game.

“No offense, but that doesn’t sound fun, it just sounds like we’d annoy him,”

the purple haired boy paused his game and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly,

“I’d personally rather not get in the middle of it.”

“Aww, but it’s not permanent! It’ll wash off, c’mon!”

Shinso couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at his lips from Mic’s childlike excitement over something so silly, though he rolled his eyes and shook his head in response,

“It’s still a no. Sorry, Yamada-sensei.”

Mic smiled softly at him and playfully ruffled Shinso’s hair,

“Fine, I’ll do it myself. And you don’t need to be so formal with me, Hitoshi.”

Shinso blushed and nodded, smiling wider and starting his game back up as Mic exited his bedroom.

From there, the prank was set in motion. Mic had snuck back into his and Aizawa’s bedroom with a black marker, knelt down beside him while he was curled up under the covers, and hesitated. His husband looked so peaceful. Strands of his disheveled, black hair spilled over his content face in a way that perfectly framed his gorgeous features. His lips were slightly parted, rhythmic breaths escaped his nose with the occasional, gentle snore, and his eyelashes rested against his cheeks.

Mic smiled. How did he get so lucky? His eyes twinkled with pure joy and love for his partner. Joy was quickly replaced with mischief, and a smirk spread across his face as he popped the cap off of the marker.

“Hizashi!”

Aizawa’s sudden, angry voice snapped Mic out of his reminiscing, and he grinned nervously as he listened to his footsteps gradually get closer.

“I’m going to find you, hiding from me is irrational,”

Aizawa huffed, looking under the bed, then mentally smacking himself for thinking Mic could fit under it. He stood and glared around the room, his eyes eventually falling on the closet. He grumbled and made to open the door, but stopped. He steadied his breathing as he thought for a moment, then grinned slightly,

“I suppose he’s not here. Oh well.”

Finally, he started tapping his feet against the floor, gradually slowing his movements to mimic the sound of him leaving the room.

Mic smirked and rolled his eyes. Like he would fall for the oldest trick in the book. Aizawa was smart, there was no way he would leave without checking the most obvious hiding spot. About a minute passed and there was no sound coming from the other side of the closet door. Mic felt his confidence sinking. Maybe Aizawa did leave? It couldn’t hurt to check, right?

He swallowed nervously, his hand shaking as he reached for the door handle. Slowly, the door slid open, and he peeked into the room. A triumphant grin replaced his previously anxious expression. The room was empty.

Mic chuckled airily, stepping further into the room,

“I don’t know why I was so nervous. He had no idea I was– WAAHH-!!”

The boisterous pro hero shrieked as he was tackled to the bed. He craned his neck to see Aizawa sitting on his lower back, eyes glowing red, hair defying gravity, and his scarf held tightly in his hands. Most importantly, his face was decorated with random drawings and words in black marker. He smirked and let his hair fall majestically,

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear me hooking myself to the ceiling.”

Mic blushed slightly in embarrassment, and smiled shyly,

“You know my hearing isn’t what it used to be.”

Suddenly, he couldn’t stop the amused giggles that bubbled from his throat at Aizawa’s face. The quirk erasing pro smirked back at his husband and grabbed his wrists, tying them to his ankles with his scarf in a swift motion,

“I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

“W-Wait wha–”

Mic’s face erupted in even more red, and he experimentally tugged at his bindings, to no avail,

“Shota, what are you doing? Let me go!”

“I don’t think so. In fact,”

Aizawa leaned down and pressed his lips against Mic’s ear, making him shiver,

“I think you wanted me to catch you~.”

Mic swallowed nervously, panic and excitement filling his mind. He didn’t bother replying as Aizawa got to work, carefully taking off his husband’s socks. Aizawa grinned at the way Mic curled his toes when the cool air in the room hit his feet.

“Something wrong, Hizashi~? You seem nervous.”

Mic bit his lip at Aizawa’s teasing tone, wishing he could bite back with a snarky remark of his own, but he knew that would only get him into more trouble. Aizawa could be quite merciless when he wanted to be. So, he simply replied,

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Is it the fact that I’m going to tickle you, no matter what you do?”

The teasing tone in Aizawa’s voice only worsened how vulnerable Mic felt. He shook his head, trying to fight off the anticipatory tingles that danced across his bare soles. A sigh of resignation escaped his lips, a small, nervous smile creeping onto his face as he addressed his husband once more,

“Just… Please be gentle.”

Aizawa smirked, remaining silent as he started slowly dragging his nails up and down Mic’s soles. The touch was so sudden that he squealed in surprise, then soft giggles escaped his quivering lips.

“Here’s how things are going to go, Hizashi,”

the quirk erasing pro hero started, pulling Mic’s toes back and lightly scratching at a spot just below his big toe,

“You’re going to apologize for playing such a juvenile prank on me. But before that, you’re going to laugh to your heart’s content,”

Aizawa grinned at Mic’s whimpering at his teasing words and light strokes on his ticklish soles. He began running his index finger underneath every single toe while his other hand held them back, causing his ticklish victim to whine and squeak with each new touch,

“That’s why you pulled such a stunt, isn’t it? Because you wanted me to punish you?”

“S-Shuhuhut up, Shohohota!”

“Oh? Is that any way to speak to someone who has you in such a position?”

“Wait, noho I’m sorry! I’m sohohorry, Shota, please, nohohot THAHAHAHAT!! SHOTAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHONONONO PLEHEHEHEASE~!”

Mic thrashed frantically as his husband began mercilessly raking his nails up and down his helpless soles. Aizawa knew exactly what to do to drive him up the wall, and this was one of them. He also knew what Mic could and couldn’t take and, while he couldn’t take being tickle tortured like this, he knew he loved it regardless.

The two had their session well into the afternoon, much later than either of them had expected to go. Mic’s soles were on fire with ticklish electricity coursing through each and every nerve by the time Aizawa was finished with him. The stoic pro hero never skipped aftercare, and he made sure Mic didn’t protest as he rubbed a cool lotion on his sensitive soles. Mic had, indeed, ended up apologizing far before the tickle session was finished, but Aizawa only stopped once he yelled out their safe word. As the two cuddled in bed by nightfall, Mic looked up at his calm husband. They were both freshly cleaned from a warm shower, and Aizawa’s face was finally rid of the marker doodles. With a slight grin, Mic closed his eyes and cuddled into his husband’s warm chest, unable to stop thinking about what his next prank would be.

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giggly-squiggily · 3 years

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No More Pouting! (My Hero Academia)

Heyo! I can’t stop with the MHA content, I’m sorry! butnotreally I’ve just been loving the series so much! My next few fics will be requests, I promise! X3

Anyway, this particular fic is based off of This TikTok The idea of Aizawa pouting when he’s mad is so cute to me, I just can’t- MY HEART!

It’s also based off These prompts! I saw them and thought they were so dang cute!!! Anyway, I hope you like it!

Aizawa was mad at him.

But was he really though-oh! Oh yeah...he was mad.

The tired teacher was currently sitting on the couch, arms crossed and slumped back in his seat, glaring viciously into space. It would have been a more intimidating sight had his lips not formed that adorable pout he always seemed to dawn when angry.

Hizashi peeked over the couch, pulling at his gloved fingers as he tried to gauge just how angry his husband was at him. When he got home, he didn’t get a welcome back, not that he expected one from him today.

Taking a deep breath, the blonde man shuffled over so he was standing beside his husband, kneeling so they were eye level. Yep, still pouting. Still angry. “Shouta...H-Hey baby…” The brunette’s eyes briefly looked at him before going back to angrily staring. Good, he’s at least acknowledging him. Hizashi put on his best puppy eyes, bowing his head slightly to add to the effect. “I’m sorry Shouta...I didn’t mean to keep you up all night. I was just so nervous about the radio show, and you know how I get-” He paused, taking a breath. No excuses. “Please forgive me?”

There was a brief moment of silence before Aizawa’s eyes shifted to Hizashi again. When he looked away once more, his tense posture relaxing slowly. “Fine...I forgive you. For now.” Hizashi’s eyes lit up, and he quickly scrambled into his husband’s lap with a laugh. “Oh yeah! I won’t make you regret it!”

“I already do...” Aizawa grumbled, blushing slightly when Hizashi kissed his cheek. He was still pouting though. “Aww, are you still mad at me?” He nuzzled his husband’s cheek with his nose, wrapping his arms around the brunette’s thin torso. “Come on, now. You know you love me.” Aizawa turned away, pout still in place. Hizashi chuckled, hands moving back so they sat on his husband’s waist. “Come on, say you love me.” He teased, wiggling his fingers oh so gently.

Aizawa startled, hands uncrossing to latch onto Hizashi’s. “M-Mic! Don’t you d-dare…” he stammered, those pouting lips starting to flatten with a restrained smile. Hizashi grinned, keeping his tickly touch incredibly light. “Aww, are you done pouting? I was just enjoying it! You’re so cute when you pout Shouta!” The brunette blushed even more, his lips quirking into a reluctant smile. Between Hizashi’s teasing and tickling, he’d be done for soon enough. “M-Mic! Stahap!” He yelped when his husband's hands shot upward, targeting that awful spot along his top rib, just beneath his armpits.

“GAH! Ehahhahehahhahahhhaa! H-Hihhihihhiihizahhiiihiihihihi!” The somber man couldn’t hold back the bursts of laughter now, squirming in vain beneath his grinning husband. “Hehehe! There it is! While I love that adorable pout of yours, Shouta, nothing beats the sweet sound of your laugh! Say you love me!” The energetic blonde laughed, fingers speeding up to draw out all those sweet sounds.

“Hehehahhahahhahahahha! H-Hhihiihihiihhizashshshshi! Pleehehehehehahshhshshse!” Aizawa guffawed, sinking deeper into the couch and attempting to hide his flushed face beneath his scarf. It would have worked, had Hizashi not dived in after him, nuzzling his neck and kissing the sensitive skin, making Aizawa squeak. “Aww! You’re still as ticklish as you were when we were kids! I love it! I also love you, my darling eraserhead!” Hizashi teased into his ear, making Aizawa somehow more flustered. Grinning, the blonde pulled back, letting one hand fall to Aizawa’s leg. “Speaking of, if I recall correctly…”

Aizawa barely had time to catch his breath before he full-body spasmed, throwing his head back as loud guffaws escaped his lips, Hizashi’s hand latched onto his thigh, squeezing the muscles. “GAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA! MIHIHIIHIHIC NHOOHOHOHOHOHO!” He cried, trying in vain to pull off the blonde’s strong claw grip. “Hehe, still your worst spot, eh, Shouta? You know; Hitoshi had the same reaction when I tickled him. I wonder if it’s a father-son thing?” He laughed along with his cackling husband, playing his leg like a mini guitar.

“AHAHHAHHAHAHAHA! OHOHOOHKAY! OHOHOHOKAY! I GIHIHIHIVE!” Finally, after what felt like forever, Aizawa finally gave in. Hizashi released his leg, turning back around and facing his flustered, breathless husband. “You give in? Yay! So, what is it?” He teased, running his fingers gently against the brunette’s sides once more, earning a stream of giggles. “Ahehehahhaha! Ohhohokay! Ohoohohokay Ihihihi lohohohohove yohohoohhu!” Hizashi smiled at this, finally stopping his tickle attack. “Aww! See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

The brunette rolled his eyes, falling back into the couch with an exhausted sigh. “Hehe...heh...you’re tohoho much…” He got out, letting the blonde reach up and wipe the tears of mirth off his cheeks. “I know, and you love every bit of it.”

Aizawa glared halfheartedly, though his lips didn’t get a chance to pout before Hizashi swept in, stealing them into a kiss. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against Aizawa’s, running his thumb against his cheek. “I love you.”

The tired man sighed, though he was smiling now. “I love you too.” Suddenly his eyes turned red, his quirk activated. “Though I’d love you more after I get my revenge!” With that, he leapt onto his husband, fingers flying, filling the room around them with bright, cackly laughter once more.

I hope this was good! Thanks for reading!

#mha/bnha #erasermic #implied erasermic family #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #present mic #eraserhead #tickle #tickle fic #Lee!aizawa #ler!hizashi #I adore these two so much!

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ao3feed-dadzawa · 2 years

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Secret Santa and New Traditions

Secret Santa and New Traditions by Kanene yaaay

A fic I wrote with the prompt: "Erasermic family Christmas dinner! Eri invited Kirishima to come over, and it is a lovely fluffy time! They do a secret santa, but Eri accidentally reveals who people's secret santa is, like when Mic is opening a gift, “Oh, I helped Daddy pick that out!” or something like that. Then when she finds out she's not supposed to tell anyone, she gets all sad when she's giving Kirishima her gift, but Kirishima saves the day and tickles her and tells her he loves the gift!"

Words: 2240, Chapters: 1/1, 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: Gen, M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Eri, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Fluff, Secret Santa, Christmas, Cute, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Eri, Eri is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima is a good big brother, Foud Family, Tickle fic, Tickling, Sfw tickling, playful tickling, Chee up tickles, Ticklish Eri, Lee Eri, ler kirishima, Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36205435

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♥#Erasermic #Eijirou Kirishima #Eri #R:G #A:Kanene #Hurt Comfort #Fluff

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 2 years

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Secret Santa and New Traditions

Secret Santa and New Traditions by Kanene yaaay

Words: 2240, Chapters: 1/1, 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: Gen, M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Eri, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36205435

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Kirishima #♠#Erasermic·#Eijirou Kirishima #Eri #💎#R:G #A:Kanene #Hurt Comfort #Fluff

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august-anon · 2 years

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Smile, Sunshine

Tickletober 2022, Day 21: Wake Up! [LATE]

i wrote most of this while half asleep, just in case there are a lot of typos lol

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Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Aizawa/Ler!Present Mic

Word Count: 330 words

Summary: Hizashi knows just how to help Shouta wake up with a smile.

[ao3 link]

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Far too often, Shouta woke up with a scowl. Some horrible mix of his insomnia, his late hero hours working Underground, and the trauma he’d collected over the years meant that his sleep was often short, restless, and uncomfortable. So, honestly, Hizashi couldn’t blame him for the scowl that graced his face whenever he had to join the waking world.

So Hizashi did his best to make the mornings as painless as possible. He made sure there was plenty of coffee ready, that Shouta’s eye drops were nearby, that breakfast was ready (well, if he had time– waking up wasn’t great for Hizashi either. Sometimes the best they could do was a few jelly pouches).

But, of course, there was one way to get Shouta to wake up with a smile. Hizashi tended to save it for weekends or special occasions, since it could take some time. Luckily, that morning, they had the day off school, and Hizashi wasn’t on-call for any hero work.

He rolled over, draping himself over Shouta’s back. Shouta mumbled, shifting slightly, but didn’t fully wake, not just yet. Hizashi slipped his fingers up underneath Shouta’s sleep shirt, tracing his fingers over his back and side. It earned him a sleepy hum and Shouta scrubbing his face into the pillow.

As Shouta slowly inched his way into consciousness, Hizashi slowly ramped up his touches, until low, rolling giggles were tumbling from Shouta’s lips as his half-asleep formed squirmed under their covers. Hizashi couldn’t help but giggle along. Shouta’s laugh was just too sweet, and far too rare. He was going to enjoy it while he had it.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” Hizashi sang when Shouta turned his head on the pillow to face him.

“‘Zashi,” Shouta whined, as if he actually minded.

“It’s another beautiful day! Let’s start it with a smile, huh, love?”

Shouta grumbled, but made no actual protest, quickly lost to his giggles once more. God, Hizashi would never get tired of that sound.

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober 2022 #tickle fic #my writing #bnha tickling #lee!aizawa shouta #ler!yamada hizashi #ticklish!aizawa shouta #bnha #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #erasermic

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quills-and-giggles · 4 years

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Hizashi Yamada || BNHA Tickle Headcanons

Lee:

He is pretty ticklish and will openly admit to it.

Doesn’t realize what a mistake this is.

Aizawa decides to wreck him from time to time.

Will attempt to make a break for it.

If that doesn’t work, begging comes next.

Cannot handle teasing at all.

Starts laughing before you even touch him.

All kinds of tickles work on him.

His quirk just shuts down when tickled.

Usually too tired to seek revenge afterwards.

His worst spots are his neck, sides, and hips.

Ler:

He really doesn’t tickle people very often.

When he is in a ler mood? Oh boy.

One of the few with the guts to go after Aizawa.

Loves the thrill of the chase.

Has trouble keeping his lee pinned.

Very teasing and playful with his lees.

Loves building up the anticipation before starting.

His tickles are quick and ruthless.

Tickle bites are one of his go-to moves.

Shows mercy when he feels his lee’s had enough.

Will try to escape before his lee seeks revenge.

#hizashi yamada #boku no academia #bnha #bnha headcanons #tickle headcanons #tickling #tickle community #tickle blog #writing blog

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august-anon · 2 years

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Sneaking Suspicion

TickleTober 2022, Day 3: Shriek

besties i’ll be honest i did not edit this one, work has been killing me the past couple weeks and i wrote this while half asleep two days ago jdkfhd

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Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Aizawa/Switch!Mic (leaning more heavily towards Lee!Aizawa/Ler!Mic)

Word Count: 1175 words

Summary: Shouta is by far the quiet one between the two of them, but Hizashi likes to see how loud he can get Shouta to laugh. Really, Hizashi should have expected revenge.

[ao3 link]

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Shouta may have been the Underground Hero between the two of them, but that didn’t mean Hizashi was incapable of being sneaky himself, despite what everyone thought. Sure his Quirk was Voice, he tended to be loud and energetic, and he often played into a persona for his Hero work, but at the same time, he spent his years at U.A. training with Shouta. He wasn’t nearly as unsubtle as everyone accused him of being.

And Hizashi absolutely used these powers for evil.

Stealing the last donut in the faculty room and watching chaos fall as the other teachers argue over who did it, swiping pens from his coworkers desks when he inevitably lost them (seriously, he needed to put trackers on the damn things or something, no one should be losing six pens a day), playing jumpscare pranks on his close dear friends to hear them shriek and scream and curse. And, best of all, if Hizashi was really lucky and extremely careful, if he caught the perfect moment, sometimes he could even sneak up on Shouta.

Perfect moments like now, when Shouta was far too distracted by the new kitten in their home to pay attention to Hizashi’s sneaking. His guard was lowered, his back was open, and he was cooing like a fool at the little thing, waving around a string for the kitten to chase. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Which was how Hizashi found himself with a lapful of Pro Hero toppled backwards into his lap, the kitten leaping away in fright to go hide under the sofa across the room. It was fine, Hizashi would apologize later, to both the kitten and Shouta for ruining their playtime.

But right now, it was Hizashi’s turn to play.

See, quiet as Hizashi could get, his naturally loud nature could be hard to suppress. Shouta was quite the opposite. Sure, he yelled when he had to, to get the students’ attention or when he was in the field. But truly, he was quiet and gruff and stubborn, even back when they were kids, and Hizashi just loved seeing how loud he could compel Shouta to be. At first, when they were young, he would team up with Nemuri and Tensei and– well, that didn’t matter, the point was, he would team up with their friends to jumpscare Shouta and try to drag him into their prank wars. It didn’t work very well, it would only make him even more grumpy and earn Hizashi and the rest a stern glare.

And then Hizashi discovered Shouta’s secret weakness: he was delightfully ticklish. Of course, that didn’t come without repercussions, and Shouta swiftly found out just how ticklish Hizashi himself was, but it meant Hizashi had a whole new tool in his arsenal. And that meant that he had a whole new method of trying to make Shouta crack.

By now, Hizashi’s spent years mastering his craft, tickling Shouta to pieces every chance he could get. He knows every weak point, every ticklish spot, the sound every nerve can compel Shouta to make. But despite all of that, Hizashi’s only gotten Shouta past the threshold of what can truly be considered loud a handful of times. It takes the perfect combination of timing, environment, and tickling, and it’s not always something Hizashi is successful with.

He can tell already that he won’t be successful this time. There wasn’t enough buildup, not enough to create the kind of pressure that would end in Shouta’s eventual explosion of reactions. But, hell, Hizashi couldn’t say it wasn’t worth failing in his goal when he got to see Shouta like this. His hair splayed out across Hizashi’s thighs, face red and scrunched with the rapidly failing effort to contain himself, short, quiet chuckles spilling out as his hands tried to decide whether to defend himself or hide his face. There wasn’t a moment where Shouta wasn’t drop-dead handsome, the most gorgeous man Hizashi has ever seen, but Hizashi did have to admit, he was breathtakingly beautiful with such a bright smile stretched across his cheeks, crinkling his eyes and nose in the most adorable of ways. Shit, he was so glad he got to marry this man.

“Hizashi– you ass,” Shouta hissed out through his snickers, trying to shove Hizashi’s hands away from his ribs.

Hizashi couldn’t help but snicker a little himself. “Please, Sho. You’re barely even squirming, at least pretend to put up a fight.”

Shouta tried to glare at him (ineffective due to his beaming, but utterly swoon-worthy nonetheless), but the effort was quickly ruined by his own snort as Hizashi spidered up into Shouta’s underarms that he had so kindly left exposed.

Hizashi took his time with Shouta, drawing out every snicker, snort, giggle, chuckle, and squeak the man had to offer. By the end of it, Shouta was a panting puddle of giddy mirth draped out across his lap and the floor, and Hizashi was feeling rather proud of himself. His darling husband may even get to sleep at a reasonable time that night, seeing as he was all tuckered out and had no patrol. Hizashi let himself relax as well, running a soothing hand through Shouta’s hair as he caught his breath.

It was foolish of him, really, to forget that they were Pro Heroes, with high stamina and extensive physical training, because the second Hizashi let his guard down, there were hands shooting up his shirt into his own underarms. Hizashi jolted upright with a loud shriek, sending three other cats fleeing toward the other side of the house, their new kitten stumbling close behind.

Despite clamping his arms down to his sides, Hizashi could still feel Shouta’s wriggling and tickling all too well, and his next instinct was to fall backwards onto the carpet in hopes of pulling out of his grip, still shrieking and squealing all the way down. Of course, that didn’t work either, as Shouta just tightened his grip on Hizashi’s upper ribs, letting Hizashi’s momentum drag him along until they were chest to chest, Shouta laying perpendicular to Hizashi and using his weight to keep Hizashi pinned down.

“I’d expect more situational awareness from a Pro Hero,” Shouta said, his voice as dry as ever, though Hizashi couldn’t help but latch onto the amusement in his eyes, the little smirk tugging at his lips. It was unfair how handsome Shouta looked while well on his way to destroying him.

And then Shouta’s words registered, and Hizashi sputtered. “I– but, you– Hey!”

“Do you have something to say, ‘Zashi? If so, I would suggest doing it now, while you still have the breath to.”

Oh, Hizashi married a fucking asshole. Not that he’d have it any other way.

Asshole husband or not, Hizashi thought as Shouta darted his hands in toward his stomach, making Hizashi shriek again, Shouta better get his quirk ready before they got a complaint from their asshole neighbors. Again.

Hopefully this time, Hizashi wouldn’t be breaking any windows.

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Maaaybeee Lee!Aizawa & Ler!Mic and 47? Thaankys! >w<

Yeah yeah bud, coming right up!!! And thanks for being patient and waiting on this, I know i took FOREVER lol

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47. “Just come down… I promise I won’t do anything. ”

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Lounge Day

Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Aizawa/Ler!Mic

Word Count: 934 words

Summary: Shouta had made it rather clear how he wanted the day to go, but what fun was that without a chase?

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Shouta barely payed attention to where he was running. There were footsteps thudding behind him, growing ever closer, and he didn’t have time to consider his next course of action. He maneuvered solely based on autopilot, not even daring to glance behind him to check on his pursuer.

Of course, that all proved to be a mistake when Shouta found himself trapped in a dead-end. Why had his auto-pilot drawn him into the kitchen, of all places? Left with nowhere to hide and no ideas left, Shouta flew forward and scrambled up onto the refrigerator with barely a moment to spare. He felt his attacker’s fingers just barely graze the hem of his shirt as he pulled himself up.

Hizashi laughed from the floor. “Shou, come on! Really?”

Shouta grumbled, huddling back in the furthest corner on the fridge. He wished he had his capture scarf on him, then he could use it to fight back or restrain Hizashi while he made another break for it. Unfortunately, Shouta was left feeling bare and bereft in his lounge clothes, having been preparing for a lazy day at home with his husband.

But that person standing in the middle of their kitchen, that was not Shouta’s husband. No, they may have shared the same face, the same body, even the same smell, but that was not Hizashi on the floor.

That was the Tickle Monster.

“Just come down,” Hizashi goaded, reaching out a hand as if offering to help Shouta off the fridge. “I promise I won’t do anything.”

“Liar,” Shouta said.

Hizashi stepped closer to the fridge. “Oh, come on, like you weren’t asking for it. Stretching out your tickle spots all perfectly for me to see, putting your feet in my lap. You’re wearing shorts, Shou-babe.”

A traitorous heat rose to Shouta’s cheeks. Okay, maybe he had been trying to goad Hizashi into it. Maybe he had been trying to tease Hizashi by stretching out just right for his shirt to raise up and show his tummy. Maybe he had worn shorts than conveniently left his sensitive thighs vulnerable. Maybe he had placed his feet in Hizashi’s lap as a taunt, a dare, to do what they both wanted him to do.

But what was the fun in all of that without a good chase to finish things off?

Hizashi sighed. “Hey, Shouta. If I read this wrong, if you really don’t want this, say the word and we’ll go back to our movie, okay? No strings attached, no secret attacks, just cuddles and cookies and a movie we’ll eventually stop paying attention to so we can make out.”

While that didn’t necessarily sound like a bad day in, in fact, it sounded nearly-perfect, it wasn’t what Shouta had in mind for that day. Shouta didn’t move from his place on the fridge, and he resolutely kept his mouth shut.

After a few moments, Hizashi spoke up again, this time his tone far more sly, “Or maybe, the grumpy cat needs to be teased off the fridge and into my tickly arms. What do you say, Shouta?”

Shouta shifted a little where he sat, but he didn’t reply.

“Alright, if we’re not gonna do cuddles and a movie, here’s how I think the day should go. I think I’ll carry you back to the couch and sit you in my lap, and I’ll wrap my arms around you so you can’t get away. And then I’ll make you stay quiet while I tickle you and we watch a movie.

I’ll start at your sides. They’re not the most ticklish, but they definitely get you squirming. And then I’ll trick you into thinking I’m moving up to your ribs, but then my hands will jump down to your knees and I’ll blow little raspberries on your neck--”

Shouta’s face was on fire at this point. His pulse was sky-rocketing and his stomach was filled his anticipatory butterflies. It was embarassing how easily Hizashi could get him into this state. The powerful, stoic Eraserhead, reduced to nothing but a flustered puddle with just a few words.

“Then I’ll just barely tease your thighs with the tips of my fingers, making you so scared that I’m going in for the kill so soon, but I’ll pull back. I’ll spider and skritch up and down your ribs until you’re squealing, but of course I won’t have mercy. Because that’s not what you want, is it, Shou?”

Shouta whimpered, hiding his face. It wasn’t fair how well Hizashi knew him.

“And then I’ll move onto that cute little tummy of yours. It hides all the sweetest giggles, doesn’t it? I’ll make sure to tickle it all over, not one sensitive spot left untouched--”

That was it. Shouta wasn’t going to sit here and listen to Hizashi describe his torment to him when he could be living it. Slowly, carefully, anxiously, Shouta slid off the fridge and onto the floor, standing in front of Hizashi. Hizashi, for his part, looked far too smug.

“Looks like I was right, grumpy cat.”

And apparently, Hizashi wasn’t even going to wait until they were back to the couch. He pulled Shouta into his arms and started scratching at his shoulder blades without any warning, leaving Shouta to clutch frantically at his shirt and smother his laugh in Hizashi’s neck.

“A little taste of the rest of your day, for you,” Hizashi murmured into his ear before placing a gentle kiss there, and even that tickled.

Shouta had really dug his own grave with this one. He couldn’t find it in himself to mind.

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Unrestrained Revenge

This was meant to be part of tickletober 2020 but i never finished it, so it became it's own fic instead lol. Promised y’all a full-length BNHA fic from the backlog after the last Witcher fic, so here this is! Hope you enjoy!

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Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Aizawa Shouta/Switch!Yamada Hizashi

Word Count: 1870 words

Summary: Hizashi decides to take advantage of Shouta getting a little tangled up in his capture weapon. Shouta, of course, can't let that go without revenge.

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Shouta, in his opinion, worked far too much (which probably meant Hizashi, what with his three jobs, was working an alarming amount, but that was besides the point). He spent eight hours a day in a classroom, and several hours after that grading. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he worked patrols all night as if he didn’t have to be back in the classroom most mornings.

So screw him if he wound up walking around most days in a half-asleep haze.

It became increasingly apparent one afternoon after he and Hizashi had gotten home from their day jobs at the school, for once neither of them being required to head to their second (or even third, in Hizashi’s case) job of the day. Hizashi went to feed the cats while Shouta headed toward the bedroom, looking to change into something more pajama-adjacent.

Only, the problem with being half-asleep most of the time was that you could wind up being rather clumsy. Which was how Shouta found himself in his current predicament: being tied up in his own damn capture weapon. When his struggles only wound up tightening the scarf around him, Shouta gave into the mortification of getting stuck and called for help.

“Hizashi?” He ground out. “I could use some help.”

He heard Hizashi’s footsteps draw near the bedroom and braced himself for the teasing.

“Babe? What is i--” the door opened, and Shouta cringed. Hizashi started laughing. “Shou--babe, how did you do that?”

“I don’t know.”

Hizashi continued laughing as he circled around him, and Shouta couldn’t tell if he was trying to decide where to start or if he was just trying to find the funniest angle to look at him from.

“I don’t think you’ve gotten tangled up this bad since high school.”

Shouta jerked in his tangled bindings and growled. “Will you just help me?”

“Alright, alright, chill out Sho-chan! We can fix this.”

Shouta slumped a little as Hizashi approached and started tugging at random segments of his capture weapon, trying to find a way to start untangling him. He huffed when it didn’t seem to do anything except make the parts that were still loose, tighter.

“You really got yourself stuck, didn’t you…?” Hizashi murmured.

Shouta rolled his eyes. “Get on with it.”

Hizashi pinched his bottom rib. “Behave and I-- What was that?”

Shouta, who had jumped and quietly yelped, quickly cleared his throat. “Nothing.”

A sly grin began to grow on Hizashi’s face. “Shouta,” he sang, raising his hands shaped into claws. “Are you lying to me, my love?”

Shouta stumbled back a few steps. “No.”

Hizashi raised an eyebrow. “You really think you can lie to me, babe? After all this time we’ve known each other?”

“Hizashi, don’t you da--”

Shouta cut himself off with a yelp as he stumbled over his own feet and landed on their bed. Hizashi cackled and bounced up onto the mattress after him, clawed hands still hovering tauntingly between them. Shouta struggled harder in his self-made bonds as Hizashi started wiggling his fingers.

“Hizashi--”

“I can’t believe I forgot you were ticklish, my own fiance!”

“Hizashi--”

“I think it’s very wise of me to do this when you can’t fight back,” Hizashi nodded sagely. “You are far too good at hand-to-hand.”

Before Shouta could reply with a quip about how Hizashi relied on his quirk too much, Hizashi’s hands were back on his ribs. Shouta swallowed another yelp and pursed his lips together, squeezing his eyes shut. Luckily, his ribs weren’t a bad spot, and the gentle pinches Hizashi was subjecting him to were easy enough to resist.

“Aw, come on, baby,” Hizashi tried to goad him, moving down to wiggle his fingers into Shouta’s sides where the scarf wasn’t covering him. “Just laugh! You’ll feel better!”

“You wish,” Shouta ground out.

“You’re right, I do wish. That’s why you should do it.”

Shouta locked his jaw and squirmed around as much as he could, but he couldn’t exactly get much leverage when he was wrapped up in his own capture weapon. Dammit, he should’ve been paying better attention to what he was doing.

It wasn’t like he necessarily minded being tickled, certainly not, and he always enjoyed having Hizahi’s hands all over him. It was just so… embarrassing. His face flushed and his grin was silly and his laugh was weird. Plus, he preferred being restrained on his own terms, rather than getting stuck due to his own clumsiness.

“Sho, if you just give me a giggle or three, this will all be over so much faster,” Hizashi teased, squeezing his hips and making Shouta grunt.

“Fuck you,” Shouta bit out.

Hizashi winked down at him. “Maybe later, Sho-chan.”

Shouta felt his heart stop when Hizashi’s grinned widened, eyes getting a mischievous glint to them. He tried to shuffle his body further up the bed, but Hizashi simply grabbed a loop of capture weapon to keep him from moving away.

“Good thing I know all your tricks,” he said with another wink. “I’ll have you giggling in no time.”

Hizashi then leaned down, pressing little pecks of kisses to his cheeks, jaw, and ears. Unfortunately, Hizashi was right: this action did almost always end with him giggling. The soft, playful affection was certainly one of Shouta’s secret weaknesses, but the thing Shouta hadn’t admitted to Hizashi about this little action was just how much Hizashi’s mustache tickled. Even with his lips pursed and his face scrunched up, the giggles bubbling up in Shouta’s chest began shaking his whole body, escaping from his nose.

“Here they come,” Hizashi sang into his ear.

Hizashi’s hand scratched down the top of his thigh as he pressed a ticklish kiss just underneath Shouta’s jaw. Shouta gasped, and his laughter escaped before he could stop it. He wished he had his hands free to hide his face. God this was so embarrassing.

Especially with Hizashi gazing at him like he’d hung the moon and the stars. It only made his face burn more.

“You’re beautiful when you smile,” Hizashi said.

Shouta didn’t even bother responding through his giggles. He simply rolled over to bury his burning face into the duvet. Unfortunately, that just opened up a whole new expanse of ticklish skin for Hizashi to exploit. He dug his fingers underneath and in-between loops of his capture scarf, somehow managing to pinpoint all the most sensitive places on Shouta’s back, making him cackle and kick his legs out.

“Hizashi, please!”

Hizashi chuckled. “Alright, alright.” He rolled Shouta over again, grinning down at him. “Let’s get you untangled, then.”

It took an absurd amount of time for Hizashi to get Shouta untied. It certainly didn’t help that Hizashi kept sneaking little tickles here and there, making Shouta squirm, which only tightened his bonds further. When Shouta was finally free, he tossed his scarf across the room with a scowl, making Hizashi fall back against the bed in laughter.

“Oh yeah?” Shouta growled, sweeping a hand through the hair in his face and holding it out of the way. “You think that’s funny? You like to laugh?”

“Oh, lighten up, baby. You and I both know you didn’t hate that.”

Shouta ignored the flush he felt rising into his cheeks once more.

“You’re going to regret that,” he said.

Hizashi’s eyes went wide and he started to sit up, but Shouta launched himself at him before Hizashi could escape. He pinned Hizashi down against the mattress, suddenly wishing he hadn’t thrown his capture weapon aside in his tantrum, and swiftly settled over his hips, pressing Hizashi’s hands into the mattress above his head. Hizashi squirmed around underneath him, already bubbling with nervous giggles.

“Sho--Shouta, come on, babe--”

Shouta cocked his head to the side. “I don’t know, ‘Zashi. You seemed pretty keen on taking advantage of my situation.”

“Baby, please--” Hizashi yelped, trying to free his hands.

But Shouta could hear the giddy undertone to his voice. Hizashi hated this just as much as Shouta did, which was to say, he didn’t hate it one bit. Quite the opposite, in fact Even if they’d played like this less and less over the years, to the point of them stopping entirely for a brief time, the game remained the same, and fake, weak protests had always been a part of it.

“The difference between you and me, babe,” Shouta said, giving Hizashi one of his terrifying grins, “is that I never forgot that you were ticklish.”

Which meant that Shouta knew exactly where to target to get Hizashi howling.

And Hizashi clearly realized that too, because he gasped and tucked his red face into the crook of his elbow. Shouta was tempted to call him out on it, to remove the ways to hide his face since Shouta hadn’t been able to hide his, but he decided to have mercy and simply dive in.

See, what Hizashi had so foolishly forgotten was that the two of them shared a weak point. Shouta and Hizashi both had horribly ticklish necks, both easily ranked as one of their worst spots. Hizashi didn’t do much to protect his neck, but Shouta’s ticklishness was certainly one of the reasons he kept his hair so long and wore his capture weapon everywhere: it was much wiser to hide the sensitive spot away than to let his friends have access to it.

And so Shouta kept Hizashi’s hands pinned to the bed, leaning down to bury his face in Hizashi’s neck. A squeal (thankfully not quirk-powered) ripped from Hizashi’s lips as Shouta gently scraped his stubble against Hizashi’s throat, and the sound only got louder and more high-pitched when Shouta brought his lips and teeth into the equation.

There were small bursts of laughter here and there, but it seemed like Hizashi was so overwhelmed by the sensation that he couldn’t do much more than shriek and squeal and yell out wordlessly. In Shouta’s opinion, it was fucking adorable.

“Had enough yet?” Shouta teased, carefully keeping his voice monotone to set Hizashi on edge.

He didn’t even bother waiting for an answer before pressing his lips to a weak point under Hizashi’s jaw and blowing a loud raspberry. Hizashi’s laughter (or, more accurately, screaming) went silent at that, his shoulders shaking with mirth.

As the sensation faded, Hizashi gasped and called out, “Enough!”

Shouta backed off instantly, freeing Hizashi’s hands but not climbing off his hips just yet.

“Your endurance is down,” Shouta said.

Hizashi rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face was bright and happy. “Yeah, yeah.” His grin morphed into something a little more mischievous. “You know what I’m in the mood for right about now?”

Shouta raised an eyebrow. “A nap, hopefully.”

Hizashi’s laughter rang out through the apartment once more as he pulled Shouta back down onto the mattress with him. He pressed a lingering kiss to Shouta’s lips before squirming out of his arms and worming his way under their mound of blankets.

“A nap sounds great, Sho-chan.”

Shouta snorted. “It fucking better, after all that,” he replied, and climbed under the blankets himself.

And for once, the two of them slept peacefully, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms.

#tickle fic #My writing #bnha tickling #lee!aizawa shouta #ticklish!aizawa shouta #ler!yamada hizashi #lee!yamada hizashi #ler!aizawa shouta #ticklish!yamada hizashi #bnha #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #erasermic

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Tickletober Day 18 - Holding It In

Okay so full disclaimer lol: I have not watched BNHA since 2017, and even then I never even finished the training camp arc. Nevertheless, brain for the past month and a half has been saying “the only comfort character that exists or matters is Aizawa” and I have read almost exclusively EraserMic fanfics for the past few weeks, so hopefully my characterization isn’t INSANELY off lol.

Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Aizawa/Ler!Mic

Word Count: 799 words

Summary: Hizashi demands Husband Cuddles on their day off, but Shouta is being difficult. Luckily, Hizashi knows how to get his way.

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Hizashi pouted as he wrapped his arms around Shouta’s waist, stopping him from sitting down in his desk chair. Shouta huffed and dropped the stack of papers he was holding onto his desk, crossing his arms.

“Hizashi,” Shouta said sternly. “I need to write up these reports.”

“Sho,” Hizashi whined. “It’s our one day off together, and you’re using it to work?”

Shouta huffed again and tried to squirm out of Hizashi’s arms, and Hizashi just whined louder. Using all his strength, Hizashi tried to start backing up toward the bed behind them, but Shouta had always been much stronger than him. There was a reason Shouta always complained that he relied too much on his quirk.

“‘Zashi,” Shouta growled, pulling forward as Hizashi pulled back. “I have work to do.”

“Work can wait! I am in desperate need of husband cuddles, and yet my husband is refusing to give them to me!”

Hizashi grit his teeth as Shouta started gaining ground. Hizashi needed to pull out the big guns, to win this one. He did the only thing he could think of, and dug his fingertips into Shouta’s flesh where they rested on his sides and ribs.

Shouta jerked forward, as if he was barely stopping himself from doubling over, and Hizashi heard him take in a sharp breath.

“Oh, what’s this?” Hizashi asked, a grin slowly forming on his face. “Tough guy, huh? I’m sure we can fix that!”

“‘Zashi,” Shouta ground out, in what was probably meant to be a warning tone, but it didn’t quite come across that way with how much Shouta’s voice was wavering.

“Sho,” Hizashi replied, moving one hand to claw into Shouta’s stomach. “I mean, if you’re not gonna cuddle me and the cats, the least you could do is laugh for me, don’t you think?”

“No.”

Hizashi shrugged, his grin growing. “Suit yourself.”

Unfortunately, this was when Shouta seemed to regain control of his limbs and start trying to pry Hizashi’s tickling hands off of himself. Fortunately, Shouta had been greatly weakened by the tickles and Hizashi actually had the upper hand, for once.

Hizashi chuckled evilly and moved both his hands down to squeeze at Shouta’s hips. Shouta yelped, but it was muffled since he still refused to open his mouth, and this time he did double over in Hizashi’s grasp. Hizashi bent over to follow him down, nuzzling his face into Shouta’s hair in search of his neck and ears.

“I’m getting closer, Shouta,” he sang quietly. “Are you sure you don’t wanna give in and save yourself the torment?”

Hizashi laughed for real as Shouta turned and glared at him as best as he could through his curtain of hair. It wasn’t a very effective glare, in any case. Shouta was clearly fighting a losing battle with his smile, and his eyes were crinkling up in that adorable way that Hizashi loved so dearly.

Hizashi also used the chance to use a hand to flip Shouta’s hair out of the way while he was distracted, finally giving him access to Shouta’s neck and ears. Shouta’s eyes widened and Hizashi gave him a mischievous grin.

“Don’t you dare,” Shouta hissed, his voice trembling.

“Oh, I dare.”

And then both of Hizashi’s hands shot down to Shouta’s thighs, his face burrowing into Shouta’s neck to pepper ticklish kisses and tiny raspberries. Shouta was doomed to fail.

The thing about Shouta’s laugh was that, no matter how hard he was laughing, it was soft and quiet. Anything else was variant: snorts, squeals, shrieks, pitch, but the volume never seemed to change. Ever since they were in first year, Shouta’s laugh had been one of the few things that could get Hizashi to shut up for more than a few seconds. It made his heart melt into a warm, gooey puddle filled with love.

But, Hizashi did still want his husband cuddles, and as much as he knew Shouta really didn’t mind the tickling, he didn’t want to push it so far that he got grumpy. Then he really wouldn’t get any cuddles.

So Hizashi slowly lightened up on Shouta’s thighs. He switched to pressing kisses to Shouta’s cheek rather than his hypersensitive neck. He let Shouta lean his weight into him, giggles slowly petering out as he caught his breath.

“So,” Hizashi said, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. “Husband cuddles?”

“There is one thing I have to do first,” Shouta said.

Hizashi was halfway to a pout before Shouta effortlessly lifted Hizashi into his arms, bridal-style. Hizashi squeaked and giggled, having forgotten how quickly Shouta recovered. He let out a brief yelp as Shouta tossed him onto their bed.

“And that is?”

Shouta was on him before he could blink, grin sending shivers down Hizashi’s spine.

“Husband revenge.”

#tickle fic #My writing #tickletober2020 #bnha tickling #lee!aizawa shouta #ler!yamada hizashi #ticklish!aizawa shouta #bnha #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #erasermic

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