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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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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.
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Day 2: Aizawa Shouta
A.N: tagging my writing friend @qtipcottonbuds
There's no sensible reason for Salem, a goddamned cement enforcer quirked man, to have been attacked and trapped by a fucking cement manipulating villain.
He's kicking and cussing, cursing both Heaven and Hell down to a ball. The villain would be shaking in fear if they hadn't played hookey and left poor raging Salem stuck inside the wall. Worst of all, his stupid uncontrollable quirk had to make the cement way stronger than before so now he couldn't break it down himself! His lower body was stuck inside the weird room that the villain had created, waist completely encased in thick, solid cement wall. No amount of kicking, clawing and pushing pulled Salem out of this stupid hole. He was just a construction worker for fuck's sake, why did the villain target him?!
"Salem?"
Oh right. His hero nemesis.
Salem groaned, praying that his kicking would hit the stupid sleep deprived teacher. Their fighting was stupid really, just a little accident that was made worse from their opposing attitudes and petty personalities. But now the only person able to help him would be Aizawa fucking Shouta.
"Listen here, snakehead, just pull me out."
"It's Eraserhead. Maybe you'd know if you stuck your head out the wall."
"Real funny coming from someone who looks like they haven't pulled their head out the sewer since the 90's."
Eraserhead tuts behind Samem, before putting a hand on his hip and squeezing the soft flesh there.
"You're acting real spoilt for someone who's very vulnerable right now, Salem."
Salem shudders at the tone, head bowing even though Eraserhead can't really see. The hand on his hip keeps groping him and Aizawa's other one slips under him. It makes a featherlight trail up his thighs and over his stomach before testing out how stuck Salem is to the wall. The touches to his clothed skin make Salem whine and squirm, ticklish and yet...
"I didn't know that heroes were allowed to touch up poor victims on patrol."
"They're not," grumbles Aizawa, "but you enjoy it, don't you?"
Salem bites his bottom lip, choosing to keep quiet.
Smack! "Answer me, Salem."
The hit is intense, radiating from his left asscheek and making Salem yelp in surprise. It's obvious that it wasn't Aizawa's full strength but it stings so bad that Salem can't help but kick his legs out.
"You seem to have forgotten your manners. Do I have to treat you like a little kid?"
The hands that had been on him shift to grab the waistline of Salem's tracksuit, pulling the garment down to his knees. Salem shouts in surprise and hides his face. The lack of underwear is laughable and Aizawa takes it in stride, smacking Salem's ass over and over. The tracksuit tangled at his legs prevent him from kicking out at Aizawa. All he can do is take each hit and hope that the hero doesn't look around at the dripping erection that Salem is sporting. Each hit gets harder and harder, until Salem can't do anything but cry and fidget.
By the time Aizawa finishes, his ass is bright red and very sore. His dick is leaking continuously onto the cement floor, creating a puddle at his feet.
"Dirty boy, you've made a mess."
Salem's snivelling is loud. He's shaking from head to toe, moaning in pain when Aizawa grabs his ass hard. Eraserhead's other hand feels out Salem's dick, kissing his teeth when he feels how hard it is.
"You really haven't learnt your lesson, have you?"
He wraps his hand around it.
"We'll just have to deal with this then."
#♡《.my.hero.academia.》♡#¤《.nsft.》¤#☆《.Kinktober.》☆#kinktober#MHA#BNHA#bnha aizawa#MHA aizawa#aizawa shouta#Eraserhead#Aizawa x make reader#BNHA x male reader
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soo… I was using a prompt generator and this is what I got:
I am in an Aizawa mood for some time now…
I know it’s been a while but I don’t have motivation or good ideas sooo yeah… (pls send requests) But sometime Part II for Hisoka’s Birthday will come. Just don’t know when yet. Anywayss
enjoy some fluff ig.
teen!Aizawa x teen!reader (I will probably write more about aizawa x reader in UA time/ teenager years at 16/17 because I love the idea
Summary: A relaxed afternoon somehow turned into a tickle fight
warnings: none I think. Just some fluff and teenagers in love I guess…
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After 30 minutes of walk you two arrived. After slipping out of your shoes you followed Shouta upstairs to his room. His parents had money, a lot of money and their house is huge. It always amazes you. His room is also very big and full of cool stuff he never uses. What a waste…
“You wanna do homework now? Or just chill a bit?” he asked.
“Not in the mood right now. How about just some chilling?” you replied.
“Sure.”
His bed was huge as well so of course it fits perfectly for 2 people. You even managed to sleep in there with 4 persons. Spoiled, rich kid and doesn’t even care. Oh what you would do for all this…
You both were sitting next to each other separately on your phones. No conversations really needed. You were always surprised to see that the cold, monotone Shouta Aizawa would have his friends over almost every weekend and let’s them be in his very private life. He’s a softie, he just doesn’t admit it. You were also really happy that he shares so much. Like he lets you stay at his house alone without the others. so he tolerated you.. that was good. He sometimes shares clothes with the others and even you too. And he cares, much. You really liked him so it was nice to be so close to him. Literally.
You’re mindlessly on your phone scrolling through some apps, seeing memes, news, checking your favorite fanfics to see if there are new updates (there weren’t, sadly) until you saw an article: “10% of people can tickle themselves”. Huh. It was dumb so Shouta had to see it. You loved annoying him with stupid shit.
“Did you know that 10% of all people can tickle themselves?”
“Ew, no. That’s weird. Why did you have to tell me that??”
“So you learn something new. But.. are you even ticklish at all? Like do you actually can laugh for real?”
He snorted at that. “Tch. I can laugh, but I don’t want to. And I’m not ticklish.”
You looked each other in the eyes.
“Really?”
“…yes.”
“Let’s test that.”
He gave you a warning look like ‘don’t you dare.’ But it was too late. You already had the idea in mind. To think about making him laugh made your heart flutter. And not that alone, maybe also the excuse to touch him (not in a weird way yk)… So it was already settled. You were hopelessly in love, even when you don’t want to admit it. And even if he doesn’t feel the same. It’s okay. It’s nice like that. You gave him just a grin and he had 1 second to prepare before you jumped on him and tried to tickle him. He was good at shielding you away with his arms but he was careless for a second so you succeeded.
and-
and there it was. He tried holding it back, but for a second you could get his laugh even if it was for a short time, it was there. And it made you happy. You didn’t want to stop yet, you knew know he was ticklish and if this was just the beginning, it was going to be good. But that moment of victory was used against you as he tickled back and now you were the one laughing out loud. You couldn’t get his hands away. Both of you were very much unaware of the position you were in, you being on top of him. But that changed fast because after Shouta realized that, he threw you from his lap onto the floor. Now he was the one on top and still tickling you. You laughed even more.
But you eventually got him again. Now both of you tickling each other and laughing so loud everyone could hear until you both run out of breath. You collapsed next to each other on the floor, holding your bellies. Everything hurt after laughing so long. But you still had a smile. It was one of those rare moment where you could see Shouta without any mask on. The most vulnerable you ever saw him. Got you fell even harder for him. But like, literally because you flew of the bed some time ago. What you didn’t notice at first is, that he was also smiling. A small one but still visible.
Little did you know that this moment was just as important for him. Because he too, thought he had no feelings and they’d eventually go away, but this right now made it even harder to forget these feelings. So you both just laid there in silence, a comfortable one. It was just perfect.
Who would’ve thought that that was the beginning of an even stronger connection.
bonus:
They weren’t supposed to be here yet. They said they were coming back tomorrow. So why are they here right now?? They weren’t supposed to see them like this. It was a moment only for these two and now his parents ruined it. And now he isn’t going to hear the end of it.
After their tickle fight, they were just laying on the floor and everything was quiet until-
“Shouta?”
fuck. He knew this voice. But before he could do anything the door to his room flew open and there she was, his mother.
And in front of her were laying two teenagers with messy hair and they were clearly out of breath. Both just staring with wide eyes at the older Aizawa.
“I- SHOUTA OH MY WHO IS THIS?” she looked like she just had a heart attack. He stood up quickly so it wouldn’t escalate that much and were starting to explain “Mum, listen it’s not like-“ but his mother was faster “DARLING COME HERE YOU NEED TO SEE THAT” great. just great. And the poor girl was still laying there kinda confused and overwhelmed with the situation.
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Okay I hope this was okay… If there are any grammatical mistakes, then please tell me and I will fix them. Was this okay? I have more prompt ideas if you want more!
Also, I don’t know how many people can tickle themselves, I just needed something to get the conversation going yk
And pls send request :))
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Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA)
Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA)
by User 3234
The un-official part 3 of the MHA found family series. This fic makes a lot of references to the OG AU, so I figured I'd add it on as a third part. Somewhat canon, but not completely! Enjoy!
Some fluff, marked with an asterisk*, tickles, or a combination of both. The chapters are somewhat connected, but not enough to where it's all one big story. Cupcakes means a short story, an ice cream bowl means a longer one.
Words: 36307, Chapters: 16/100, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of Dad Might Moments
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
Characters: Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina, Aoyama Yuuga, Shouji Mezou, Yaoyorozu Momo, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao, Tokoyami Fumikage, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Asui Tsuyu
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Class 1-A Shenanigans, Found Family, Fluff, Tickle Fights, Adorable, Tickles, Class 1-A as Family, Class 1-A Friendship, Friendship, MHA tickle fics, MHA fluff fics, erasermic, kiribaku, More Tags as I update, No Archive Warnings Apply, Koji Koda, Satou rikidou, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, iida tenya, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Alternate Universe, OOC, but not enough to where the characters are unrecognizable, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Life Lessons, Light Angst, Goofy kids, Tickling, Cute, pure fluff, Fun, Bonding, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, All of the things, gen, mha tickles, bnha tickles, my hero academia tickling, my hero academia tickles, My Hero Academia Fluff, MHA Fluff, Bnha fluff, ticklish, Sfw tickling, SFW tickles, Sweet, rare pairs
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39069231
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Kiribaku#♡#Kiribaku#Erasermic·#Mina Ashido#💎#💥#👽#⚣#R:G#A:User#Dad Might#Fluff
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Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA)
Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA)
by User 3234
The un-official part 3 of the MHA found family series. This fic makes a lot of references to the OG AU, so I figured I'd add it on as a third part. Somewhat canon, but not completely! Enjoy!
Some fluff, marked with an asterisk*, tickles, or a combination of both. The chapters are somewhat connected, but not enough to where it's all one big story. Cupcakes means a short story, an ice cream bowl means a longer one.
Words: 16748, Chapters: 8/100, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of Dad Might Moments
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
Characters: Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina, Aoyama Yuuga, Shouji Mezou, Yaoyorozu Momo, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao, Tokoyami Fumikage, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Asui Tsuyu
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Class 1-A Shenanigans, Found Family, Fluff, Tickle Fights, Adorable, Tickles, Class 1-A as Family, Class 1-A Friendship, Friendship, MHA tickle fics, MHA fluff fics, erasermic, kiribaku, More Tags as I update, No Archive Warnings Apply, Koji Koda, Satou rikidou, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, iida tenya, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Alternate Universe, OOC, but not enough to where the characters are unrecognizable, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Life Lessons, Light Angst, Goofy kids, Tickling, Cute, pure fluff, Fun, Bonding, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, All of the things, gen, mha tickles, bnha tickles, my hero academia tickling, my hero academia tickles, My Hero Academia Fluff, MHA Fluff, Bnha fluff, ticklish, Sfw tickling, SFW tickles, Sweet, rare pairs
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39069231
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Izuku#♤#Erasermic·#Kiribaku#Izuku Midoriya#Mina Ashido#R:G#A:User#Dad Might#Fluff
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Class 1A VS Funnybone
Class 1A VS Funnybone
by arandomraven
Summary: Class 1a is brought to gym gamma for special training. Little do they know, their combat opponent is the tickling hero: Funnybone. [WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]
In a lee mood for the first time in an eternity so take this. Might make art of Funnybone idk. I have a lot of other stuff to this fic that just didn't fit the narrative but I could add little oneshots to this to add to the story.
Words: 2867, 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
Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Additional Tags: Laughter, Tickling, Quirk Shenanigans, Original Character(s), its just the pro hero dont worry its not a self insert, Non-Consensual Tickling, Fluff, Ticklish Midoriya Izuku, Ticklish Bakugou Katsuki, ticklish todoroki
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42332718
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Shouto#♠#Shouto Todoroki#Izuku Midoriya#Bakugou Katsuki#❄️🔥#R:G#A:Arandom#Fluff
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Sleep
Kanene’s note: Heya! It’s me, Mario!!! dfghjkrgthjk jk jk. Okay, that idea hit me in the middle of the night and I think it’s very cute!! So have a bit of tickles and fluff and teases today!
Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:
* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.
* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b
* This is Switch!Yamada with Switch!Aizawa. They’re in a romantic relationship. Around 2.200 words.
* The Ler!Aizawa part was inspired by these tickle-headcanons! They’re absolutely amazing!!!!
* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/
* Consume some of your comfort content! Fanfic, series, movies... anything that makes u happy! Drink water, sleep, eat and love! Today is another day and I’m proud that we’re both still here.
[~*~]
Yamada woke up to complete darkness.
Which wasn't such a rare occurrence. With both his and his husband’s tendencies of having migraines their room was often bathed in a total lack of light, and that, together with the fact of Aizawa being an incorrigible cuddle bug who soaked his ‘daily dose of morning snuggles’ – as Hizashi loved to call them and loved even more the other’s blushed face and deadly glare directed at him every time he dared to say such thing - was enough for him to find no surprise at all in feeling the pressure of Aizawa basically using him as his own personal bed.
“Morning, babe.” He maneuvered himself to gently kick Shouta’s legs off him, which resulted in the immediate locking of arms on the blonde’s waist, Shouta mumbling whatevers as he nuzzles his chest, making Yamada giggles quietly. He began to comb Aizawa’s hair with his fingers, both out of adoration with how much adorable his husband could be and to take it from his own face so he would be able to see what time it was.
Eight in the morning. Yep. Time to start getting ready for their meeting with Nedzu and his usual Saturday patrol. He would also need some time in between those to call the Radio’s station and see if everything was ok with today’s interviewed, get a couple more of songs to play tonight and make sure to come back at two in the afternoon so he and Eri could have some quality time as Shouta slept a bit to not pass out on his night patrol.
OK. That sounds like a plan! Time to begin the day with a proper breakfast since both were equally horrible in keeping a healthy routine and he would probably forget to eat lunch since Eri wouldn’t be there with him serving as an adorable, lovely reminder that humans have basic needs in order to be alive.
He tried to move, receiving an annoyed growl as an answer, the arms squeezing a bit firmer. Hizashi snorted.
“Sho, I need to make breakfast and wake up Eri, okay?” He kissed the top of his head and traced an imaginary flower on his cheek, voice soft, feeling the other melt on him, humming happily. “You can sleep a few minutes more.”
“No. Warm.”
“I will bring you our cats, you can show your undying love to them, then.” Hizashi tried to pry the other’s grip from him, unsuccessfully. “Come on, let me go. We have a meeting to attend with Nedzu today, remember?”
“Fuck ‘im.”
Hizashi controlled himself to not bark a laughter, fingers itching to get his phone and amplify his blackmail treasures. “Shh, he will hear you.”
“’don’t wanna cats,” Aizawa’s tune was slurred and he deposited a tired kiss on his bare shoulder, “I wan’ you.”
And damn if that didn’t turn his weak heart in a happy gooey puddle, his smile going from one ear to another and his resolve to be a responsible adult and get out of the bed was almost burned to total inexistence.
Key word: Almost.
Especially when the raven haired adult sighs contently, his breath lightly tickling his neck and leading to a quite evil idea to gain form and color on his mind. His smile got wider, eviller.
“Okay, babe.” Yamada’s hands rested on the other’s sides, going up, fingers smoothly running across his ribs, his nails barely grazing the skin as they went slowly back and forth, back and forth. A soft ‘tsk’ flew on the air as the smaller began to squirm. “Let’s have some fun then, shall we?”
His index fingers stopped their dance to focus on his lowest rib, circling that sweet spot in the middle of it while the other fingers concentrated in clawing the horribly sensitive skin around it, staying firm on their task even when Aizawa jumped with the ticklish jolts that hit him.
“H-hi-hizasshhhi.” His tone was low, warning. His brain still trying to wake up enough while his body wobbly fought to escape from the sensations, his struggles increasing specifically when his husband adjusted him so he would be laying on his back on the top of him, arms criss crossed on his chest.
“Oh, is someone finally waking up? ~” Aizawa scrunched, Yamada’s breath hitting his ears. However, his attempts proved themselves futile as the other took as his duty to nibble, huff and puff on the ticklish spot, going from one ear to another with ease, finally breaking his husband’s barriers and being rewarded by a low, fast giggly fit. “I wonder what I did to deserve that my incredible, handsome decided to bless my morning with his sunny presence today!”
“Hizashi, I am going to k-ILL” His snickers suddenly raised an octave as the blonde gave a quick squeeze on his hips that made his waist jerk instinctively.
“Now, now, is that way to greet the love of your life?” Hizashi whined. “Stop laughing, Sho! I’m trying to hold a serious conversation here but something tells me you’re distracted.” Yamada kept lazily poking him, slow enough to leave him breathing properly, but quick enough to tear snorts and chuckles from his firmly pressed lips.
“D-d-don’t.” His face was in flames as a barely muffled squeak fell from his mouth as Hizashi gave a quick nip right behind his left ear, letting out an adoring ‘Awww. Isn’t he adorableee?~’ in the process.
“I am- I am going to get you back for that! You know I will!”
“So grumpy, so cutee. ~”
He tried to turn in order to give his beloved a deadly glare which usually made his students and villains fear for their lives, his eyes only barely catching his husband’s bright smile before his breath was stole when his partner resolved to attack, unmerciful squeezes mixed with a couple of thumbs digging energetically on his hips, kneading, tickling.
His laughter filled the room.
“HIZASHI!!” He kicked and trashed, but in vain.
“What is it, babe?” The other started to switch between his tickle spots, knowing he couldn’t take it too long or they would be late. “Wow! I didn’t know you could be so alive in the mornings, love!! Have you been hiding that from your awesome husband all along?” Nails scratching on his armpits, fingers prodding his ribs, wriggling on his waistline, drumming on his belly. “All that beautiful laughter? All that wonderful snorts? And giggles? And squeals? Now, I am wounded, Sho! I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other!”
When nothing except laughter and squirming answered him, he decided to stop, deciding the few minutes of fun were already enough adrenaline to maintain Shouta conscious enough until he prepared his coffee. He quickly laid the other on the mattress, resting some kisses on his face as his husband got his breath back.
“You-” He gasped, hiding his smile behind his hand. “You better run.”
In a second Hizashi was out of their bed, “OkayloveyousomuchbabeI’mgoingtowakeEriupdon’tkillmeIloveyousosomuchbye.”
And run he did.
[~*~]
Shouta dumped his capture weapon on the couch, immediately seeing three blurs of fur dashing from his peripheral vision directly to the object, meowing and getting tangled as they fiercely ‘fought’ with it. Shouta knew that this being his weapon and therefore an important part of his work, he shouldn’t let his cats play with it. However, as he petted two fluffy heads that popped from the cloth and the exhaustion started to totally take over his body and actions, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He had some spare scarves somewhere, he was sure.
“Dumb cats.” He fondly remarked, scratching their newest kitten under her chin before adventuring to his room, stopping only to check on Eri and relax as he found her calmly sleeping on her bed. Good.
His eyes narrowed as he noticed the light coming from under his bedroom, sighing and putting his eyedrops, already aware of the other fight he would have to face.
“Hizashi,” it’s his greeting. The blonde hums, glare still clued on the screen in front of him, head resting on one of his hands, “it’s three in the morning and we have classes tomorrow. Turn that thing off.”
“Hypocrisy, hypocrisy.” Yamada sings, hand rocking in the beat of his imaginary melody, the tiredness dripping from his words. Yet he took off his headphones, turning on his direction with alert eyes. “Are you hurt?”
“Nah, slow night.”
“Good.” Hizashi smiled. A small, true smile that spread a warm feeling across his chest and only made his resolute to protect his husband from every bad thing in the world grew stronger, even if the ‘bad thing’ which threatened him right now was his horrible sleep schedule. “We saved some dango for you. It’s on the fridge.”
Aizawa nodded, watching him turn back to his computer. “I’m going to grade 1-A tests when I am back.” And that perked the other’s attention, since both had the habit of grading tests together in order to get some quality time on their incredibly busy lives.
That is why the taller was sitting on the bed with a pack of papers in his hands when Shouta came back, falling on the mattress face first, relaxing on the soft fabric. But, he couldn’t concentrate on that feeling now, turning to his left and trapping Yamada with his arms around his sides, legs entangling.
“Sleep.” He clued his face on the other’s stomach, his voice vibrating across the skin and gathering a mix of snort and squeal, probably because of the ticklish sensation.
Oh. Ticklish.
“Babe, I really can’t right now. There are those videos I asked for my students to do and I really need to analyze and give them the results before the weekend.” Aizawa scolded his expression so his devil smirk wouldn’t be noticed by Hizashi, instead he looked up, locking their eyes, his features inexpressive as ever.
Hizashi bit his lower lip.
He frowned, intense glares.
“Okay, okay! You know I am weak for those kitten eyes, your cheater.” The blonde pouted and pointedly ignored the smug shining on his partner’s face. “But this is only a break, ok? Just some cuddles and then I’m going to finish my work.”
Aizawa hummed, not quite agreeing, not disagreeing. Yamada laid down and chuckled as the raven haired adult quickly hid his face on his neck, a hand absently running on his back and melting his strict pose.
“Cuddlebug.”
A yelp escaped from his lips as Aizawa used a thumb to prod the so, so sensitive skin between his shoulder blades. The morning events from yesterday fell on him as a bucket of cold water, sending shivers down on his spine, essentially when Yamada tried to wiggle away, finding his form very well secured on his love’s arms.
“Shouta, no.” Shouta hummed, his voice vibrating on the sweet spot that was his neck, his stubble helping in nothing the giggles which already began to bubble on his throat. “Shouta, please, my love, light of my life,” he could almost feel the other’s wicked grin grow, the hand tensing behind him, “no, no, no! I can’t! You know I can’t! Shouta, I-”
And with no warning a loud shriek - which didn’t break their windows due how fast Aizawa activated his own quirk - dashed from his mouth, laughter blooming as a mix of pokes, scratches and kneading along the whole extent of his upper back, even giving some special attention to his ribs and spine, kept him in stitches.
His back arched at the tickly tickles, sending him directly to the unbearable nuzzles of his husband, the main reason for so many squeaks and squeals make themselves present on his uncontrollable laughter.
“Tsk, tsk. One would think that such a known pro-hero would be able to put up with a better fight.” Nuzzle. Scribble. Unintelligible pleas of mercy. Raspberry. “Always so easy to read…You could at least try to pretend you aren’t loving every. Second. Of. It.”
“Shouta! Nono! Shuhuhut up! Shut up!”
“It’s not my fault you were always so defenseless to teases. What about we train you to endure them?”
Hizashi shook his head, laughing and shrieking too much to gather a real answer.
And, as sudden the attack came, it was gone. The hand went up to gently massage his scalp, tearing a relaxed sigh from Yamada as he fought to get his breath back, high-pitched giggles still tripping from his lips since the light tickles continued on his poor neck, sporadic kisses and eventual nibbles on the spot right under his chin maintaining his gigantic, bright smile.
“So ticklish, so helpless. Just a few well placed touches and I can already defeat you.”
“You talk as if you were any less susceptible.” A squeeze on his knee warned him about the possible consequence of his words. Hizashi pinched his thigh in retaliation, although much less energetic.
“Don’t. Different from you, I want to get some real sleep.” And then he started to comb the blonde hair, Yamada’s eyelids began to drop, his tiredness now being much more present as the other used his number one melt spot against him.
“Cheater…”
“You will survive.” Shouta tilted his head up and kissed his husband’s lips, also starting to drift away as Hizashi’s arms pulled him closer.
“Good night, babe.”
“Night.”
#Switch!Aizawa#Switch!Yamada#Ticklish!Shouta#Ticklish!Hizashi#bnha tickles#bnha tickling#Aizawa *being tickled*: I am going to get you back! You know I will/ Mic *chuckles*: I am in danger :]#They're precious#Romantic relationship#Mouth tickles#Light and hard tickles#Teases and tickles#Kanene's Fic#Kanene's Fanfic#Kanene's Art#<333#I didn't proofread this so I will be making some edits on the future!
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Oohh how would shouta and hizashi take their submissive readers virginity?
(What to expect - virginity, NSFW, dubcon, noncon. If you’re wondering the type of piercings Hizashi has, they’re dydoes (or kings head) and a pubic piercing. MxM penetration, anal plugs (Hizashi’s wearing one while he diddles u hehe))
Gently, I imagine.
If their darling is submissive, too afraid to run or fight, then there’s no need for them to be harsh.
They can take their time, be sweet and loving.
"Shhhh, you're getting loud." Hizashi holds a fingers to your lips as you lay there, panicked whimpers, distressed whines tumbling out of you.
Shouta huffs at the irony, his fingers working at the button on your jeans, then the zipper, then hooking into your belt loops, tugging the pants down easily as you begin to hyperventilate.
“Hey, hey, breathe with me, you’re alright.” Hizashi places a a hand against your chest, pressing you back against his warmth as he begin to take deep, steady breaths, encouraging you to do the same.
You can’t calm yourself though, eyes wide and fixed on the man in front of you, drawing your legs up and away from him as he rids you of your jeans, trying to keep your panties from his view.
If your wrists weren’t tied together, lashed to each other with soft, black ribbon, you’d be clutching at Shouta’s fingers as they ghost over your calves, up to your knees.
“P-please-” Is all you can whisper, fear settled so thoroughly in your body that you’re almost frozen.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to be gentle. ‘Zashi’s just holding you so you don’t wiggle too much and hurt yourself.” Shouta’s words are measured, steady even when he slips a hand between your knees and forces them apart.
You want to sob, but you can’t. Shouta breathes out a quiet “fuck” as he looks at your panties, running a finger across the waistband.
“She’s shaking like hell Sho.”
“It’ll be fine. It’s just nerves. Everyone’s nervous their first time.”
It’s nerves, it’s fear, it’s terror and dread. You’re horrified, and scared, and you’re shivering as if the room is freezing, even though it’s warm, cozy.
Hizashi dips down, brushes his lips against your neck, and you flinch, your shoulder rising to push his head away, his mustache tickling your flesh.
“Hah, you ticklish? That’s so cute.” The blonde coos, his arms circling around your stomach as his husband begins to tug down your panties. You’re sitting in Hizashi’s lap as Shouta strips you, the two men working together.
The blonde is already shirtless, pants-less, in nothing but boxers. You can feel his warm flesh through your hoodie, pressed against your back.
“My first time, I came in my pants.” Hizashi chuckled, thumbs rubbing at your sides. “Embarrassed myself to tears. The other dude thought it was hot, dropped right to his knees and pulled out my dick and got to suckin’. It kinda hurt, but he was fingerin’ himself at the same time and well, teenage-me was able to get it up immediately.”
You suppose he’s trying to ease your nerves.
Shouta gets your panties off, tosses them to the side as a hand grips each of your ankles, and then you’re spread wide.
A cry gets caught in your throat at the humiliation, Shouta and Hizashi both pausing to peer at your pussy, Hizashi letting out a low whistle.
“Damn, you’re a fuckin’ snack!”
Shouta lets go of your legs, and you snap them shut, closing your eyes as your cheeks burn.
“When I first had sex, I was a one-pump-chump. The girl I was with at the time said it was fine, but I didn’t know how to get her off. I’ve learned a lot since then.” The dark haired man offered his own story, hand slipping between your legs no matter how you twisted or clenched your thighs.
“Wooo! Imagine that, little ole Sho losin’ it after one stroke!”
“That’s what happens when you lose your virginity when you’re thirteen, ‘Zashi.” But Shouta has a gentle grin on his face, and his words held no malice towards his husband. Just two men in love recounting stories.
The dark-haired man leaned towards you, one of his fingers petting slowly over your folds as he did. Shouta wasn’t shy about kissing you, his lips warm, soft, stubble prickly against your skin.
He pulled back, breathing hotly against your lips. “How do you touch yourself? What feels good? I don’t want to overwhelm you, it’s easy to see that you’re sensitive.”
You trembled even harder, sniffling, closing your eyes as his finger still ran softly over your folds, barely touching.
“Sweetie-pop, can you show us? Show us how you want us to touch you down there.” Hizashi’s hands were playing with the edge of your hoodie, easing it up, his warm digits skimming against your skin.
Both men are waiting on your answer, watching you with lust-filled gazes as they run their hands over your skin. They’re already touching you, burning your skin, and you want to scream. All that comes out is a pathetic whimper.
“How do you masturabate? Do you like touching here-?” Aizawa presses his thumb to your clit, wiggles the digit and you tense, shaking your head.
“-Here?” His fingers trail down to your entrance, one slowly beginning to push inside. You whimper again desperately, shaking your head side to side while looking at the man in front of you with pleading eyes.
“’K, this is gettin’ old-” Hizashi interjected. “I’ll ask one last time, and then Sho’ and I get to touch you however we want to, got it? How do you want us to touch your cute lil’ pussy?”
“I don’t know!” You wail, tears rolling down your cheeks. You’re so overwhelmed, and scared, and you just want to go home.
Neither man moves for a second, but then Hizashi is letting out a an excited sigh, hunching his back so he can kiss at your shoulder before questioning. “You don’t know?”
“I’ve never-never touched my-myself down there.” You manage to hiccup, and Shouta rubs your knee soothingly, his grey eyes trained on your face.
“That’s alright, there’s no need to cry.” One of his hands cups your cheek, thumb brushing away salty tears. “We just want to make you feel good.”
You’d feel good if they took their hands off of you.
The hand that’s been rubbing over your folds becomes bolder, parting the lips of your cunt even as you try to squeeze your thighs shut. All that does is trap Shouta’s hand against you, his fingers sending little jolts of unsteady fire burning through your tummy.
“Mm, wait, please-” You whimper, desperate to escape this sensation.
Aizawa doesn’t wait.
Hizashi slips his nimble fingers underneath your hoodie, rucks it up over your chest and you burn with embarrassment at being exposed like this. You want to hide your face, but with your wrists bound, all you can do is cover your eyes with shaky fingers.
“Look at ‘er, god, you’re delicious. Just wanna eat you up! Sho, after you finger her, think I could eat her out? I wanna taste.”
His lewd words make you cringe, and you can’t even think about how it would feel, the blonde pressed between your thighs, tongue laving against you over and over-
“One thing at a time, she’s already a bit dazed. Maybe another time.” Shouta’s gently stimulating your clit, brushing his knuckles over it, watching you twitch with each pass of his fingers against the sensitive little organ.
“Alright, relax now, okay? Breath out for me.” The man instructs, and you could almost laugh; if the man thinks you could relax, he’s an idiot-
A wet finger pushes inside of you slowly, and you gasp brokenly, mouth falling open. There’s so much pressure, you feel stretched and it almost burns, but he’s not stopping.
There’s a squelch, and cool liquid rushes over your hole, slips inside as the finger slightly retracts, and you shudder at the feeling. It’s weird and you feel like you can’t breath.
The finger inside rubs at your walls, and your muscles clench at the foreign sensation, unsure whether it feels good or bad.
“Calm down, you’re okay. I’m just stretching you out. Tell me if something feels really good, alright?” Shouta is acting as if he’s speaking to a child, a spooked rabbit, a baby. His eyes keep flicking between your flushed face and your pussy, enamored by the way you suck his finger inside, at the feel of your velvety walls, the slick feeling that he can’t wait to experience hugging his cock.
“I can’t, I can’t, please-”
“You can, doin’ so good for us sweetie.” Hizashi chirps, and you realize his hands are resting against your bare chest, idly squeezing at your breasts. You had been so focused on his partner’s actions that you had missed his coy advancement.
One finger turns to two, and two fingers turns to three, and you’re quickly reduced to a sweaty, blubbering mess, begging the men to wait, to slow down, writhing in Hizashi’s lap while his husband violates you.
The pressure fades away to a comfortable stretch, and by the time Shouta begins to move his fingers with intent, you’re already close to your limit. Your thighs are still clenched together tightly, but the dark-haired man has plenty of room to maneuver his hand, moving his fingers in and out, letting his thumb tickle your clit.
You can’t stop your legs from shaking, abs clenching in pleasure, little noises that fall from your mouth without your permission. It feels good now, and Aizawa and Hizashi seem to know it, speeding up their movements, manipulating your body as a team.
The orgasm that washes over you is gentle, the build up to it steady and measured. The pleasure is expected, and yet it still hits you like a train, hips jerking against Shouta’s hand as he continues to finger you through it, a smile on his face as you drench his hand, pussy drooling.
“I’m sorry, oh no-oh no I made a-a m-mess.” You sob, mortified at your body, at your reaction, feeling gross and disgusting and a sweaty mess while both men watch you fall apart.
But Shouta just slips his hand from between your thighs, holds it out towards you expectantly. You’re confused, still trying to hide your face behind your bound hands, but then the man behind you is leaning forward, sucking Shouta’s fingers into his mouth, right next to your face.
You can hear him sucking your juices off his husband’s fingers, feel the shame coloring your cheeks deepen and spread. He’s so noisy about it, licking the digits, running his fingers between them, and your pussy clenches when you catch sight of a piercing nestled in the middle of his tongue.
You feel dizzy.
“Mmm, just like I though-” Hizashi purrs as he cleans his husband’s hand. He pulls back, growls in your ear “-Delicious.”
Then the two men are switching positions, Hizashi handing you off to Aizawa who settles you easily onto your back, head in his lap. Hizashi pulls at your hips, lifting them up to stuff a folded pillow underneath them, and you begin to realize what’s happening.
“Wait! Please! Hold on, I-I-just wait, oh god, please wait!” The fear is evident as your voice cracks pathetically, but you aren’t above begging.
“’Zashi’s a bit smaller than I am, figured that he’ll be nicer to ease you into it. If-” He shoots his husband a glare “-He keeps his cool.”
Hizashi was grinning as he shucked of his boxers, completely shameless as he revealed himself to you. “Hey, can’t blame a man for bein’ a bit excited. I mean, look at this little sweetie, all laid out like this.”
You felt exposed, afraid. Hizashi’s length bobbed against his stomach as he moved forward, grabbing your legs and settling them on either side of his hips.
There was a piercing in his cock, several piercings.
He was circumcised, with a prominent mushroom tip that held three prominent barbells along the edge. Another barbell glinted ominously behind the curve of his dick, settled right at the base on the top, blonde pubic hair trimmed neatly to showcase the piercing.
“No, no please don’t. I’ll do anything, please, just not this! Please, please-”
“The piercings feel really good.” Shouta murmured, one hand cradling your head, the other pressed to your chest underneath your hoodie, keeping you anchored to the bed as you squirmed.
“I got this one ‘specially for you sweetie!” Hizashi took hold of his dick, pointed it down to show off the barbell in his pubic area, displaying it to you proudly. “It’s supposed to hit your cute lil’ clit when we’re going at it.”
The words washed over you, and the severity of your situation hit you. The planning required to get a piercing, have it heal-plus the idea that he expected to be actively using it with you again and again....
You started bawling.
“P-please! Don’t do this, please don’t! No no no no, no, no-” Your words were garbled, practically nonsensical, but that’s what you were trying to say. Whether or not they could understand you was out of your control.
“Hey, shh, shh. You’re okay sweetie.” The blonde placed a hand on your thigh, but that only served to make you sob harder.
“Calm down, we aren’t going to hurt you. It’ll feel good (Y/N).”
“No-oo! ‘M scared!!” You cried, and if your vision wasn’t blurry from tears, you’d have seen Hizashi’s green eyes soften, his lips twitch downward into a concerned frown.
The married couple looked at each other, Hizashi hesitant and moved by your teary display, but Shouta was firm.
“You’ll be okay. It’s normal to be a bit frightened during your first time. But ‘Zashi and I have a lot of experience, we’re going to take good care of you.”
You don’t have time to protest, Hizashi settling between your thighs again, those long hands of his guiding his cock to your drooling entrance.
Shouta’s kissing you then, insist, his tongue pressing against your lips, distracting you.
Hizashi pushes inside, you gasp, and Shouta plunges his tongue into your mouth. There’s too much sensation, between the warm rod settling into you and the slimy tongue slipping around your own, and you can’t do anything but cry.
You cry when Shouta pulls back, when he places a soft, uncharacteristic kiss to your nose, brushes your tears away with his hand.
You cry when Hizashi groans, finally seating himself balls-deep in your cunt.
You cry when he pulls out, thrust back in with a smooth roll of his hips, swearing underneath his breath.
Shouta leans over you, grabs his husband by the back of the head and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. Long blond hair slips over Hizashi’s shoulders, tickles against your skin but it’s just another sensation that you can barely register, overwhelmed and already too fucked-out to focus.
The piercing at the base of Hizashi’s cock does stimulate your clit, especially when the man presses himself flush against you, circling his hips in a quick grinding motion. The metal rubs against your folds and you feel like screaming, it feels good but you don’t want it to.
The metal through the flared mushroom tip keeps brushing against a spot inside you that has you seeing sparks, but you still feel uncomfortable, too full, too stretched.
Hizashi fucks you slow, his husband petting awkwardly at your face.
Minutes pass, you’re not sure how long, but then Hizashi is going a bit faster, then faster again, Shouta’s telling him to slow down, but the blonde pants out “Can’t Sho’, she feels so damn good-”
The metal keeps grinding across your clit, and then you’re shrieking as an orgasm slams into you full-force out of nowhere.
It had been feeling good, but the combination of the tip of Hizashi’s cock hitting your sweet spot, plus the barbell along his pubic bone rubbing your little nub as he humped your cunt had you spasming, mouth dropping open and your eyes rolling back.
The next few moments are hazy, but you know Hizashi pulls out, lets out a low groan and then there's a bit of warmth striping across your stomach. Aizawa is saying something in that low baritone of his, but you don’t know what.
Your limbs feel like jelly, you feel too hot but chilled at the same time, feverish, sweaty. Shouta pats your cheek “Still with us?”
“Uhnh....”
Aizawa laughed then, a full, throaty sound that made his stomach quake, and both you and Hizashi looked at him in surprise.
It was rare for the man to make such a noise.
“You good Sho’?” Hizashi asked, a puzzled smile on his face. Aizawa nodded, calming himself down a bit to respond, a broad grin still plastered across his features.
“I’m more than good, this is.... you were perfect.” The last bit is directed at you, and Aizawa leans down to kiss you, even though it’s clumsy and awkward. Still, he persists.
When he breaks away, he reaches for his husband, and pecks him on the lips, before shuffling backwards on the bed, your head sliding off his lap.
“Do’ya wanna lay down sweetie-pop? Or sit in the chair and watch?”
“Wha-?” You blink at the blonde, a hand rubbing at your puffy eyes. You’re thirsty.
“She’s exhausted, have her lay down. Plus, you can kiss her when you start getting too loud.” Aizawa prompts his husband, and Hizashi swats playfully at the dark-haired man, but heeds his advice.
You’re maneuvered up the bed, until your head rests on the pillows. Your wrists stay tied though, and your brows knit in confusion. Are they leaving?
No, Aizawa’s removing his boxers, Hizashi’s on his knees, his face by yours scrunched up as he reaches back to his rear.
A glimpse of Shouta’s cock, and you’re suddenly extremely grateful that you had been under his husband, and not taking the monster Shouta had been hiding behind his boxers.
But your attention is torn away by Hizashi, who’s holding up.... a plug, shiny with lube.
Shouta shuffles behind him, grabs his husband’s hips, and then Hizashi is kissing you, whimpering into your mouth as Shouta enters him.
You can’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for Hizashi. At least he’s going to enjoy himself, sharing that part of himself with someone he loves.
Bitterness rises within you as you realize; you aren’t able to say the same.
#yandere#yandere erasermic#hizashi yamada#aizawa x hizashi#shouta x hizashi#Hizashi x Reader#yandere hizashi#Hizashi#present mic#Shouta#shouta aizawa#shouta x reader#bnha shouta aizawa#aizawa shouta#mha shouta#Shouta x reader x hizashi#Hizashi x reader x shouta#poly erasermic#polyamory#poly yandere
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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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So I know we talk a lot about the bnha kids having trouble controlling their quirks when flustered, embarrassed, or being tickled.
But what about Present Mic?
No one is safe when his already loud laugh gets amplified to unbearable volumes by his quirk. How many windows in UA were shattered because of Aizawa taking advantage of this?
(Shout out to @tactickle for chatting with me bout this, thanks friend!!)
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Hey there friend! Can you do a drabble between a ticklish!Aizawa and his s/o?
Heyo friend! I've gotcha covered! X3
“Ugh….my back…”
You looked up from your book at the sound of your husband's weary groan. Aizawa had just finished grading papers for his class. That combined with sleeping on the solid ground most of the day meant his back was once again screaming with pain.
“Got an ache?” You put down your book and gestured him over, smiling warmly at him when he climbed into bed beside you. “We really need to get you a new chair. Something a bit more comfortable.”
“Maybe someday…” Aizawa rested his head against his folded arms, lying on his stomach as you climbed onto his legs. “I doubt it would make much of a difference, though.”
You hummed in thought as you worked your hands along his back, pressing and kneading, finding the knots along his back and gently rubbing them away. “Maybe. Though it’s more likely your posture.” To emphasize your point, you gently pinched beneath his shoulder blades, making the tired man beneath you yelp. “You’re always so slouched!”
“Eh- B-babe!” Aizawas grunted when you’re pinching fingers didn’t stop, gently scratching along his ticklish shoulders. “W-Whahat about the massahage?”
“Oh don’t worry- I’m still massaging!” You told him sweetly, grinning when a few strangled chuckles started to surface from his lips. “I’m just doing what we call a tickle massage!”
Aizawa didn’t respond, opting to bury his face in his arms, muffling the growing laughter escaping his lips. “Aheehe! (Y/N, staahhap!” His ears were starting to tint pink, his shoulders shaking with laughter. You grinned, delighted in your husband's reaction so far.
Still, you were unsatisfied. You wanted to hear him laugh properly.
“Shouta…” You teased, letting your fingers ghost over to his armpits. As if knowing what you were about to do, Aizawa quickly brought his arms down to protect himself. “N-No! Don’t you dare!”
Giggling, you ran your fingers against his arms, making him shiver. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tickle you there.” When he started to relax, you quickly brought your hands up to his neck, squeezing and massaging the skin there. “I’m actually gonna tickle you here!”
That got you the reaction you were looking for.
Instantly, the eraser hero squawked with a laugh, scrunching up his shoulders as he laughed and squirmed. “(Y-(Y/N)! Ahehehahahhahahhahahahhahhahhehaha! N-Nohoohohoho! Waahhhahhahahhahahahhait! Yohohohoohohu thrihihihihihiihihicked mehehehehehehehe!”
No I didn’t! I simply...lead you on.” You decided, laughing along with your giggling husband as you tickled his neck. You did keep up the massage portion of the task, kneading into the muscles and working out the aches and pains. You just added a layer of tickling to the mix.
“Geahahahhahahahahhahahahha! Ohhhoohoohohokay! Ohohohoohohohokay! I feheheheheheheheel behehehehehetter!” Aizawa cried after some time, reaching back and catching your hands in his. His face was flushed a lovely shade of pink, tears of mirth dotting his eyes and threatening to spill down his smiling cheeks. You felt your heart melt at the warm, peaceful expression he adorned.
“Heh, pretty…” You smiled, climbing off the tired man and flopping beside him, feeling his arm come around you. “Pretty? What, me?” He laughed, tucking you into him and kissing your forehead gently.
“Yeah, you! Your smile is my favorite thing in the world.” You told him, smiling when he blushed, ducking his head into your hair. “You’re too kind...though, I think I know something that's far more prettier.”
You looked up at him curiously, only to yelp when the arm around your waist started to tickle. “Ah! Sh-Shouta!” You squeaked.
“Your smile. I want to see it.” He teased, soon sending you into your own fit of laughter as he got his revenge.
I hope this was good!
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How about Midnight and Mina gang up on Aizawa who’s grumpy after a long day? And afterwards Midnight is like, “Oh by the way, I made your favorite,” for dinner. :D Love your work btw!
Tysm! Oh my gosh this prompt is soooo cute! I did struggle with it a bit at first, but I did my best and overall I think it turned out alright! I hope you like it!^^
Grumpy Cat
Lers: Midnight and Mina
Lee: Aizawa
"Senseiiii! Come on! You can't just lay there grumping around all day! You need to get up and eat something, and everyone's afraid to come in the kitchen because of you!"
"Not my problem."
"Ugh! Your hopeless!"
"I can live with that."
"Grumpyhead!"
"Brat."
Mina had been going back and forth like this with her homeroom teacher for about ten minutes now, trying to get him to cheer up with no luck so far. Aizawa-Sensei's moods weren't exactly uncommon, but ever since his patrol schedule had been changed, and he'd had less time to sleep, they'd been becoming more frequent. To the point where his students and coworkers alike were starting to worry about him.
Some of the more reserved students, like Ojiro and Tokoyami, did their best to avoid him, deciding it was best to let him have his space, while others like Kirishima and Midoriya made an effort to cheer him up by doing small favors or offering compliments. Nothing seemed to be working though, and Mina was starting to get sick of it.
"Come on! Your always on Midoriya's case about taking care of himself, but look at yourself! Don't you want to set a good example for Mr. Bonebreaker?"
(A muffled, "Hey! I'm not breaking my arms.. As much..." Could be heard from the common room, but Mina decided to ignore that argument for the moment. She was already busy with another one. She could deal with Midoriya's sad excuse of self-care later.)
"It's do as I say, not as I do."
"Ugh!"
She was just about ready to give up for now when Miss Midnight walked in. She paused in the doorway and frowned when she spotted her moody coworker.
"Hey Shouta. I picked up your favorite from that restaurant you like- Ah. I see he's in one of his moods again."
"Shut up Kayama."
The Rated-R hero rolled her eyes at that before making her way over to the distraught hero in training.
"So? How long has he been like this?"
"Three hours!"
"Have you tried bribing him with coffee?"
"Obviously."
"Cat videos?"
"Of course!"
Kayama leaned back against the kitchen counter, thoughtful. Few things could get Shouta out of these little episodes when he had them, but there were a few techniques that she knew of that worked pretty well back in highschool.
See. She, Yamada, and Oboro had a system when it came to Shouta's moods. First they would just give him space, then, if that didn't work, it would go in the order of: forcing him to nap, giving him juice packets and/or coffee, or play cat video compilations. Then, if he still refused to cooperate, as a last resort, there was- Ah.
Bingo.
"Hey kiddo. I think I know just the thing to get Grumpy Cat here smiling again."
"Really?! You do?!"
"Yup. Just follow my lead."
Slowly, quietly, Midnight crept up behind the unsuspecting insomniac, and after a small nod towards a very confused but excited Mina, she dug her fingertips into his ribs. The reaction was immediate.
"K-Kayamahaha! W-Whahat are you dohoing?! Quhuit it!"
"Awwww~ What's wrong Shouta? Don't tell me the big bad erasure hero is ticklish~"
"Sh-Shuhut up!"
She heard a small gasp of surprise from Mina and looked up. The girl was practically bouncing in place, eyes wide and mouth agape.
"Sensei is ticklish?! Your kidding!"
"Nope. He sure is. Been that way since highschool."
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
"Stohohop tahalking as if I'm not hehehere!"
At this point, the erasure hero had practically melted into a puddle of bright laughter, an odd sight for the usually stern teacher. A sight that Mina seemed to find very amusing, if her own giggles were anything to go by.
"Hey Ashido."
The girl looked up at her curiously, and she smirked.
"Wanna help?"
"Can I?!"
"Nohoho! She can't!"
"Yes, she can! Come on Pinky!"
That was all the permission the girl needed, it seemed, as she immediately pounced on her teacher alongside the woman.
"Don't worry sensei! Miss Midnight and I will cheer you up in no time!"
"Hahaha! Nohoho!
They kept this up for about another three minutes or so before,
"OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAY! I'LL GEHEHET UP AND EHEHEAT!"
"Finally!"
As the two of them backed off, after taking a minute to compose himself, Aizawa snatched up the bag of food Kayama had brought and started eating, the woman sauntering out, looking smug. Satisfied, Mina started to leave as well when,
"I hope you don't think your getting off the hook for this, Ashido."
She looked back at her sensei in surprise. That tone had sounded almost... Challenging?
"Sensei?"
"I never let my opponent's get away, so you better watch your back. I always get my revenge. Consider it a training exercise of sorts, hm?"
She was sure she'd misheard him at first, because Aizawa-Sensei was never playful, but the mischievous little smirk on his face as he made eye contact with her cancelled out her doubts immediately, and she grinned.
It was so on!
Requests are: Open
#bnha+tickling#mama midnight#mina ashido#shouta aizawa#ler midnight#ler mina#lee Aizawa#dadzawa#sfw#sfw tickles#platonic
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Alpha Aizawa pt.2
I should be writing something else, but alas. Here I am instead.
The promised NSFW
Also, I’m trying out a different format since my new PC came in, so feel free to let me know what you think. It probably won’t be a permanent feature though.
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THIS WORK CONTAINS OMEGAVERSE CONTENT, KNOTTING, MENTIONS OF BREEDING, IMPLIED FEM! READER, AND ONE ALPHA BANANA SLUG. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
- Aizawa is very strict about making sure you’re tracking your heat
- Even if you take suppressants, he likes to make sure you’re still keeping track just in case
- Also, it means that he’ll be able to make sure he won’t accidentally trigger his rut through his own suppressants just from being too close during your heat
- You both also agreed that you wouldn’t spend your first heat together until after you bonded so you wouldn’t mark each other in the heat- no pun intended- of the moment (even though Aizawa knew from the start that he wouldn’t be letting you go. He’s perfectly fine with waiting until you’re ready.)
--- FIRST HEAT TOGETHER
- Aizawa is naturally very protective you.
- While he does respect you and your ability to do things for yourself, sometimes his instincts just go on a mad rampage and he’ll end up hovering a lot more.
- So, your first heat as a bonded pair was an intense time for him.
- To be fair, he did try very hard to keep his shit together, even while he was snarling at any alpha he deemed to be a threat.
- However, in the privacy of your shared home, he’s much better about giving you your space and freedom.
- That doesn’t mean he won’t Mother Hen you if he feels like you aren’t eating or drinking enough. He understands that you tend to get a little sleepy and lazy before the full effect of your heat kicks in, so he’ll help you out if you aren’t able to bring yourself to.
- It’s also at this point where he starts to try and ‘schedule’ your heat and his rut to last in the same time period. Even aside from the both of you being a bonded pair, it would be much easier on his conscious if he’s able to take time off the same time as you so he isn’t constantly worrying.
- He’s lost too many people that were important to him. He’s not going to risk losing his Omega.
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“How are you feeling, ‘Mega?” Aizawa’s low voice has you trembling beneath him, his lips pressing delicate kisses to your cheeks, eyes, forehead, nose, and eventually your lips. Hands gently caressing your sides as he buries his nose into your hair and inhales.
You let out a deep sigh, relaxing into his ministrations as you bring your arms up to wrap around him. “I’m okay, Shou... excited, honestly.” You purr quietly when he starts to suck lightly on your bonding mark, his rumble-y purr meeting yours in response. He presses kisses down your body until he’s looking up at you from between your thighs, pressing his cheek against one and nuzzling it. The feeling of his stubble creates a slightly ticklish sensation that has you squirming.
“No going back now, Omega. You sure you want this?” You whine when he licks a wet stripe over your hole, groaning at the taste of your slick. You could just barely feel the effects of your heat taking over your head, eyes growing clouded and glassy as you nod, “Yes, yes! Please, take me Alpha!”
He wastes no time burying his face into your center, tired but sharp eyes watching your face as you start to submit to your own haze. Eating you out like a man starved, fingers stretching you open, the scent of his upcoming rut flooding your senses. Your eyes close as you cry out, back arching off the bed as your orgasm floods over you, surprising the both of you.
You feel Shouta move his body to loom over you, hand still working you through your high as he presses wet kisses to your neck. Slowly, you come down, but the heat continues to build regardless. He hushes you softly as you whine and squirm. “I’ve got you, sweet one, I’ve got you.”
He doesn’t waste time trying to tease you anymore, more than well aware— with how powerful your heat is— of the burning ache coursing your veins. As much as he would love to savor it, he’d much rather take care of you first.
He throws your legs over his shoulders, one hand pinning your arms down while he uses the other to guide his cock to your slit, effectively pinning you. The first press of the tip into your entrance had you squirming and creaming around him, legs shaking and voice wailing as he bottoms out. The pleasure nearly drives you crazy, but the hold he has on you keeps you from flailing around mindlessly.
“Alpha pleaseeee...! It hurts!” It’s such a soft cry, but it’s enough to get him moving. His scent floods your senses when his rut fully kicks in, your eager chirp gaining a playful growl in response.
Words are no longer needed with how close your bond is physically, mentally, and emotionally, but the way you shudder and beg with every teasing quip excites him more than anything the world has to offer.
“God you look so pretty wrapped around my cock...”
“You’re always so eager for my knot, aren’t you, ‘mega?”
“Such a cute little omega. So cute and all MINE.” He punctuates his words with a sharp nip to your bonding mark, your eyes crossing when the power of your orgasm slams into you with the force of a speeding train. He rumbles with a pleased groan when you clamp down on his cock and growing knot, opting to stay pressed as deeply as possible, rolling his hips gently.
It doesn’t take you very long to resume begging for more of him, for his cum, for his knot. He shudders with barely restrained glee when your conversation from earlier that evening plays back in his mind.
You wanted to have his pup, to carry the life you both will make when he finally knots you, to mother his child.
He nearly popped his knot right then and there when he remembered the way you had nuzzled up to him so cutely, cooing softly in that way you knew would soften him up for anything. You had asked so sweetly for it too; there wasn’t a chance of him being able to say no, especially when he had wanted it just as badly.
Aizawa presses you more firmly, trapping you in a mating press. You scream and coo with pleads for his cum and knot when he pistons his hips more roughly, dragging you back to the edge again in a matter of seconds.
“So sensitive, baby... you gonna cum for me again?” He murmurs into your ear, chest rumbling with a growl. You nod frantically, words nothing more than babbles and garbled slurs. “Then cum for me, Omega. Cum for me so I can knot you deep and breed you!”
You shudder and arch your back as much as you can, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as you clamp down tightly around him once more. It doesn’t take more than a couple of thrusts for his knot to fully swell inside, tying himself to you for the next half an hour.
The sheer heat and force of his cum filling you has you shaking in a prolonged orgasm, milking him for all his worth, nearly causing you to black out.
By the time you start to come down, you’re laying on his chest, soft praises and hushed words of love pulling you down from your powerful high. You giggle softly when the stubble on his cheeks brushes your neck.
“Hey, ‘mega... you doing alright?” You hum softly, your head too far in the clouds to form proper words. You muzzle and purr against your alpha, cooing softly when he kisses you.
“Powerful, wasn’t it? Practically sucked all the cum right out of me.” He coos, “think it’ll take?”
You know he’s only holding a conversation to help you down, but the mention of you finally getting knocked up by your forever mate has your head clouding over again, though it’s enough to help you form words.
“Mmm... sure hope it does... but even if it doesn’t, you’ll make sure it does before my heat is over, right?” He grumbles, pleased.
“Of course, Omega.”
#alpha aizawa x reader#alpha aizawa#bnha aizawa#omegaverse#abo au#bnha abo#bnha au#implied fem! reader
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(LTI) Chapter 2: Bullshit Secrets
Masterlist
Summary: Memories of Aizawa haunt you ever since you came to face with him after nearly a decade apart. However, the space between you that was once there continues to grow. You demand answers. He gives you none.
Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x f!Reader (Illusionaire)
Quirk: Mind reading and projection
Rating: 18+, minors do not interact
Warnings: Graphic fight scenes, intense angst (this will continue to be updated as the series moves along.)
Taglist: Open
A/N: Memories are in italics. There is intense angst in this chapter with no resolution. You have been warned, Aizawa is portrayed as a bit of an asshole in this chapter (even though he isn't).
Soft squeezes around your middle and long hair tickling your face wakes you up before the sun has even risen. With a soft yawn, you turn and look up at Shouta, somewhat awake, the ghosts of dark circles framing his eyes.
"Is there a reason you woke me up so early?" you mumble.
"Hmph," he says as he lays on his back again, your head resting against his chest. "We have our provisional licensing exam today, darling. Starts bright and early."
"Did you have to remind me?"
A soft chuckle makes your head bounce up and down subtly, a soft kiss pressed to your hairline that makes you stretch against him.
"Thought you would've preferred this than me trying to wake you up later."
"How thoughtful of you," you mumble tiredly.
Gentle fingers dance across your exposed side, making you giggle and squirm from the ticklish feeling.
"Okay, okay! You're right."
His tickles slowly stop, a peaceful sigh leaving his lips. Like an invisible force, you're drawn to him. Into his loving yet tired stare. Into the arms that had already protected you countless times.
Gently, you tuck his hair behind his ear, letting your thumb trail across his cheek lightly. Slowly, he leans down towards you, his nose nudging your own to the side before his lips meet yours. Soft, slow, everything you didn't know you needed. The warm fuzzy feeling reaches your toes as your heart picks up its pace.
A soft pull drags your lips away from his, but not too far as you feel them against yours again like a tickle as he speaks once again.
"I love you,"
A simple three-word gesture. That's all you needed to know you were okay. You were safe within his arms.
"I love you too,"
Where had that man gone?
The one that promised to always be by your side, only to cast you aside like trash. The one that made you feel protected all those years, only to leave you at your most vulnerable.
Where had the Shouta you knew a decade ago gone?
You thought you would never get your answer.
A new day always brings new challenges. That phrase Aizawa had shared with you years ago still sticks to you despite the sting of his betrayal. And today was no different.
Not only had Bakugou once again tried to kill Midoriya during training, but Aizawa thought it would be interesting to add his protege into the mix. Your entire training session with Class 1A was productive chaos. Never had you met another hero like you, and yet there was Shinso, your next challenge.
While your powers differed, they were all the same. You could tap into the mind, read the greatest dreams and fears, project them. And of course...you had your hidden move. One you only showed to other heroes. And only Shouta himself knew how deadly it was...
Shinso on the other hand, he tapped into the consciousness through verbal pathways. All you needed was eye contact. However, once your quirk is activated, you need to speak to keep them in your spell. This gave Shinso the upper hand, breaking out of your quirk and using his own.
A mental tug of war took up most of the training session, one that had the rest of the class at the edge of their seats. Despite Aizawa's outward disinterest, he was just as tense.
It left the class begging for more, asking to see if their homeroom teacher could beat their trainer. Both of you quickly refused, ending the class with the same commanding glare.
That's how you ended up here, alone in the training gym with the one man you despised, glaring at you like you were the problem.
"Your quirk doesn't turn me to stone so stop glaring," you say as you cross your arms.
"Why didn't you take the challenge?" he asks blankly, his hands still resting in his pockets.
"Why didn't you?"
"I have to set the example,"
"Well so do I. Just admit it, you're chicken. You cut me off so you have no idea what I can do now, you don't want to lose in front of your students."
"I would never lose to some faux hero like you,"
"Faux hero? Who's the one hiding behind four walls of a school instead of living up to their potential?"
"And how's that potential for you? A pro hero who couldn't even save her own brother,"
You take a step back, salty tears pushing at your eyelids, threatening to spill despite your best attempts.
Memories flood through you, that day. How you watched Sasaki sustain his injuries after Overhaul broke your trance. How he died with his hand in yours, asking you to give him a good dream before he goes.
"At least I did something with my life, Eraserhead. At least I'm not a bitter man who has nothing better to do than berate their ex."
And with that, you left.
You left the dojo, the school, all the way back to the dorms. All of the students were gathered in the common area enjoying dinner together, even Bakugou was enjoying himself. But it all flew in one ear and out the other as you quickly entered your room and shut the door.
Stripping out of your training wear and tying your hair into a tight bun, you adorned your hero outfit. Tight black suit with even darker armour adorning the chest, shoulders, knees and elbows. A slot on your chest armour is filled with the belt of the sheath that holds your weapon of choice, your hood making its way over your head to accommodate the accessory. Fingerless gloves and combat boots finish the fit as you pull a wide case off the shelf of your closet.
Laying it gently on your bed, you hear a click of something opening. Prodding around the room, you found one of the consciouses you had yet to break, Shoto Todoroki's.
"Shoto...shouldn't you be enjoying time with your class?"
"I'm sorry, sensei. But I saw a look on your face...one I'm all too familiar with."
Turning towards the boy, you see the concern under his steely expression. With a soft smile, you wave him over. As he walks in, he cranes his neck to look at the katanas that lay among the silk in its case.
"This was the last thing my brother, Nighteye, ever gifted me before he died. I had just passed my training as a samurai, and he surprised me with these katanas."
"They're quite beautiful,"
"I'd have to agree, Todoroki,"
Picking up the metal handles with ease, you slip them into the sheaths in your back. You walk over to the window and quickly open it. Jumping onto the window sill, you take a moment to look at the boy one last time.
"I know you have a troubled past. But not all trauma has scars. Not all trauma needs to be told,"
Slipping on the other end of your window, you jump up and climb your way to the roof, using the creeping darkness to cloak you.
As the night progressed, you caught lots of thugs, car thieves, the usual from your earlier days of night patrol. It seems like every major call you tried to answer had been resolved by the time you got there.
So, you settled on the roof of a building, coffee in hand and a horrible convenience store sandwich in the other, waiting for another call.
A fury of scarves and a blink of yellow lands beside you, making you audibly sigh.
"Haven't you tortured me enough for one day?" you ask.
"Like you haven't been doing the same to me?" Aizawa retorts as he takes his goggles off.
Turning to him, your eyes go completely white as you poke at his consciousness.
"It wasn't my choice to leave me on the UA grounds on graduation day..."
With a harsh scoff and the shake of your head, your eyes return to normal as you instead direct your glare to the watery coffee. An uncomfortable silence barely settles when you finally ask:
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you break up with me in the first place?"
Slowly, you look toward the raven-haired man, watching his face for any tell, any clue. He took way too long to answer.
"I knew we were going to break up anyways after you said you were going to be training as a samurai."
"Bullshit."
Aizawa turns slightly towards you, a look of shock exploding in his eyes.
"Tell me the truth..."
"It's not that simple, (Y/N)-"
"Then why don't we make it simple, huh?! Were you playing me the entire time?"
A sigh reverberates from deep within his chest.
"No."
"Did I do something to upset you, wrong you?"
"No..."
"Did you even love me?"
Another long silence.
"No."
Another punch to the chest, but you wouldn't let it show. You swallow every emotion bubbling to the surface, the heartbreak threatening to show itself and rip your surroundings apart.
Gripping onto your lukewarm coffee, you throw it directly at his head before standing up, jumping into the darkness below. As fast as your legs could take you, you run through the alleys all the way back to UA.
Once in the safety of your room, you rip your hood off as uncontrollable tears burn across your cold cheeks.
Your heartbreak was mixed with suspicion, the silence between answers unsettling to you. No matter your thoughts, your emotions took center stage.
With a scream of frustration, you throw a katana straight through the wall without a second thought. Right into Aizawa's room.
"Fucking great," you mumble.
Yanking the blade from the drywall, you placed both of them back in their case. With your katanas and suit off, tucked away safely, you crawled into bed, ready to sleep the pain away.
#shouta aizawa x reader#aizawa x reader#eraserhead x reader#shouta aizawa#eraserhead#shinsou hitoshi x reader#shinsou x reader#mha x reader
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Class 1A VS Funnybone
Class 1A VS Funnybone
by arandomraven
Summary: Class 1a is brought to gym gamma for special training. Little do they know, their combat opponent is the tickling hero: Funnybone. [WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]
In a lee mood for the first time in an eternity so take this. Might make art of Funnybone idk. I have a lot of other stuff to this fic that just didn't fit the narrative but I could add little oneshots to this to add to the story.
Words: 2867, 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
Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Additional Tags: Laughter, Tickling, Quirk Shenanigans, Original Character(s), its just the pro hero dont worry its not a self insert, Non-Consensual Tickling, Fluff, Ticklish Midoriya Izuku, Ticklish Bakugou Katsuki, ticklish todoroki
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42332718
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