#Ticklish!Shou

[kanene-yaaay]

I luv the antecipation in this like, the moment Ritsu looks at Shou with The Look you can see how Shou has no idea of what is happening but he *knows* that it's over for him

Also !!!!! Gremlin Ritsu for da win!!! Get him get him get himmmmm

Rip da winning boi. He will be missed 😔💛

As you can see, Shoritsu is in my heart and brain, so here are some crooked sketches of them:

[kanene-yaaay]

The mistake(s)

Kanene’s notes: Summary of this fic:

Teru: I am evil I am mean I know no mercy I am the master of teases.

Mob: *smile*

Teru: I,,,, s,,somft,,

Warnings: None. This is just a cute tickle fanfic with Lee!Mob and Ler!Teru. Can be viewed as platonic or romantic. Around 2.000 words.

[~*~]

Watching that movie was a mistake.

Except for the part where Teruki got bored with the plot holes - which, together with the roterist's lazy shortcuts to get all the movie's conflicts resolved in less than ten minutes, ignoring completely that they still had 45 minutes left of story to tell, created the perfect setting to enjoy some procrastinating time with a good company - and decided he absolutely needed to stretch himself across Shigeo's lap, looking at him with the corner of his eye to see if he perceived any kind of discomfort with him by the other.

Shigeo's attentive and neutral eyes turned down to watch him back. "Do you want to watch something else?"

The lack of anything but mild curiosity that painted his tune made Teru relax, slightly adjusting himself to be more comfortable and smiling nonchalantly while focusing again at the screaming protagonist on the screen. "Nah. It's fine."

"Ok."

It was calm, the silence that bathed them. Teru felt more than saw the other's hand hovering above his head. Although he didn't allow himself to externally react to it.

"Teruki." He hummed in reply, laziness already beginning to fog his brain and trying to coach him to sleep. He kind of wanted to finish watching the movie with Shigeo, though. "Can I touch your hair?"

"Uh, sure. Go for it."

So, watching that movie was a mistake. Not because it was bad or poorly made. Not because Mob's careful but still very present touch combing his hair made him feel so relaxed and boneless he was afraid he would slip from the couch at any moment. Not even because he realized how... soft this moment was, how soft Shigeo was, even when their first contact, when Teru's first contact with him was much more aggressive and unkind than what he was being shown now.

No, none of these were the reason for the incorrigible mistake that was made that day.

Actually, the moment Teruki realized that something was happening it was already too late to intervene.

Because the scene was already playing on the screen.

Not any scene.

A tickle scene.

And Teru made the mistake of looking up at Shigeo at this exact moment.

His friend was still concentrating on the movie, hand still playing with his hair and... the corner of his mouth was turned upwards. He was smiling.

That was when Teru realized two things:

1. He has never seen Mob laugh or giggle.

2. He really, really needed to be the reason of his smile.

The question slipped before he could think too much about it.

“Are you ticklish, Mob?”

Maybe it was because of his way-too-casual tune, or because the calm moment made Shigeo lower his barriers, but the answer jumped from the tip of Mob’s tongue before he even realized it.

“Yes.”

The blonde could easily notice how, even before the word was completely out, Shigeo realized the trap he was walking into, turning to look at him with alarmed eyes, so Teru didn’t waste too much time. With a predatory grin his fingers jumped to his sides, dancing and scratching from left to right, up and down, effectively searching and finding any and every weak spot where he could latch on and prevent the other from even thinking in payback before he managed to pull at least a single stray giggle.

His worries were, however, unfounded, since the moment the Kageyama’s wide eyes noticed his attack, his entire body tried to curl on itself, arms hugging his torso and legs trying and failing to go up to protect his middle due Teru still being laid on them.

And then, Mob began to shake.

Teru’s fingers faltered, an unpleasant cold fear suddenly appearing on his mind, the fear that he was too rough, too sudden, too close. That he went too far,  overstepped his friend’s boundaries and just made the strongest person he ever known cry for a stupid personal desire.

His eyes then ran to the other’s face, hands still hovering in the air, when he saw it.

Shigeo’s cheeks were puffed out, his eyes were closed, his previous smile now much bigger stretching along his face.

Teru blinked, a bit stunned. The shaking had stopped.

Hm.

He experimentally brought his hands back to his friend’s torso, now skittering along his ribs, index fingers lightly drumming on the space between each one while his thumbs drew circles on the highest ones, the tip of his fingers getting dangerously close to his highest ribs.

Shigeo began shaking again, shoulders jumping up and down just the slightest amount (Teru was sure that if they weren’t that close, he wouldn’t even realize) and small huffs and puffs of air that sounded suspiciously close to muffled yelps made the blonde realize with delight that Shigeo wasn’t just shaking, he was beaming due the amount of giggles and belly laughter he was trying to hide.

That piece of knowledge made his smirk come back at full force, his tickles getting more enthusiastic with this revelation. Now, that just won’t do.

“Come on, Kageyama, you can’t keep them inside forever.” A snort escaped from his tight pressed lips, body swaying a bit to the left when Teruki’s efforts began walking in the direction of his armpits.

Seeing his reaction, the blond decided he wanted to be mean, so he taunted the other by tapping his fingers right on the border of his armpits, just light enough to send tickly tingles where he touched, nerves buzzing with the prospect that he could strike at any moment.

“See? That is already one. You just need to free the rest of them! Let all the high pitched giggles, embarrassing squeaks, cute snorts and melodious laughter come tumbling right out. I promise I won’t break your serious guy façade to everyone we know.”

His teases were accompanied by a couple of pokes to the tickle spot, which made Shigeo duck his head and try to press his mouth on his shoulder, his low, quiet reactions being successfully hidden with it, his bounces getting stronger with the (honestly unfair) mix of silly tickles and taunting teases.

Suddenly, Teru had an idea. It was a risky bet, more than anything. But it could work.

He kept the flow of pokes, slowly increasing the speed bit by bit. “Bet you will feel much better once they’re all out,” Poke. Poke. Poke poke. Poe poke poke.  “don’t you think? To just let it go and laugh and laugh and laugh.” Pokepokepokepokepokepoke.

Mob didn’t answer, the sensation and words making him want to both crawl off his skin (Teru wasn’t even full tickling him yet, how such soft touch could be so maddening-) and not laugh so they could extend that playful moment for longer.

Teru let out his best impression of an evil snicker, lifting himself just a bit more and...

His mouth was now close to Shigeo’s ears.

Perfect.

“Unless you want me to tickle it all out of you.”

As soon as the words filled the room, his hands dug on the armpits, vibrating and unmercifully attacking the so-protected tickle spot with plenty of scratches and scribbles while he blowed weakly at the - now completely red - ears, hoping his assumption that they were ticklish was right and he wasn’t just making a fool of himself.

A surprised and surprisingly loud, high pitched wheeze was his answer and, before the silence could stretch across the room, a waterfall of sounds followed it. Snorts, yelps, squeaks, squeals, titters and an adorably adorable hiccuped laughter began flowing freely from the one with raven hair and they filled every inch of the room, stunning the blonde so much that he almost ceased his attack.

Instead, he pried his hands from under Mob’s arms and shot them upwards, targeting the, as it seems, incredibly and awfully sensitive spot right behind Shigeo’s ears, letting them dance and draw senseless forms on them, skittering the shells and sometimes letting the tickles slip a bit too close to his neck. 

A pure and warm delight exploded on his chest when he watched how such a simple thing made Mob throw his head backwards, not even bothering to try to hide the low and fast giggles that spilled in flocks from him, shoulders still bouncing and trying - even if halfheartedly - to press on his ears and save them from the unfair and unexpected attack.

“So your ears really are ticklish.” It wasn’t even a tease now, Teru was so lost in the realization that this was laughter, this was his serious friend, this was the strongest person in the universe laughing and enjoying himself, this was his attentive friend giggling uncontrollably and non stop because of a few silly tickly tickles, that he even forgot to add that snarky, taunting tune in his words, just letting the fun of the moment carry both of them away.

“Yes.” The word was almost unrecognizable when said in between so many titters. Teru’s hands began to explore his neck, tap-tap-tapping non stop from the spot right under his chin to his shoulders, creating tickly, tingly paths wherever he went and Mob knew that the spot wasn’t even that ticklish in the first place, but in this moment it didn’t fail to fish plenty of squeaky yelps from him. His hands shot to hold the sleeves of Teru’s shirt, not really pulling them away. “Teheheru. It t-tihihickles.”

And that was the exact moment Teruki Hanazawa realized he had made an incorrigible mistake.

Because now he wouldn’t ever, ever be able to live without listening at least once again to his name being said in between those bouncy giggles and huffed titters.

Or without seeing that gigantic smile taking over Shigeo’s face. Or the way his cheeks were still puffed out even though the laughter kept falling and filling the air. Or the way the tip of his ears were starting to be painted in a lovely shade of red. Or how low and silly his laughter was. Or how...

Oh.

Oh.

Teru was the one who walked straight to a trap here, wasn’t he?

He felt his grin turning into something much more soft than playful, and tried to pull his smirk again, not being sure if he was successful or not. Fortunately enough, Mob still didn’t open his eyes or he would, without doubt, see the shine that took over his gaze.

“It is supposed to tickle, Kageyama. This is the whole deal here, you know?” He snickered in amusement, lowering his arms to give the boy’s knees a few experimental squeezes, being gifted with a snort at every single one. “But, I must say, I didn’t think you would be so, so ticklish. Maybe we should change your nickname from Mob to Giggle Storm.” Teru wormed one hand to under his knees, slightly pinching the sensitive skin there while the other one kept squeezing the kneecap, the mix of soft and rough tickles creating a stronger hiccuped laughter and low, high pitched giggles, as if to prove his words. “Or maybe Hiccup King, it would be very fitting, right?”

Mob only shook his head, heat flooding across his entire face, body starting to get too tired to keep his beaming and tears beginning to gather in the corner of his eyes. A couple of squeaks escaped from his lips and he tried, once again, to curl his torso, resting his forehead on Hanazawa, who was still on his legs.

A privileged position that the blonde didn’t even think twice before fully exploiting. Shigeo could only get a glimpse of Teru taking a deep breath before shoving his face on his stomach and giving him a huge raspberry.

Another loud, wheezing sound briefly floated in the air before being cut and replaced by full silent belly laughter, one or two hiccups appearing here and there before the one with raven hair fell again in silence.

When the maddening, tickly vibrations were over - even if the buzzing kept dancing across his torso and making the other spots tickle in empathy - Mob put his hands on the other’s shoulders and pushed it away, his arms feeling more wobbly and noodly than normal, as if he had just went through another exercise from the Body Improvement Club. Teru took a look at the few tears running on his cheeks and the gigantic smile on his lips before chuckling and ceasing his attack.

For a moment, they just stayed like that. Shigeo taking deep breaths and slowly stopping the flow of quiet titters that remained dancing around them. Teruki realized that the movie had ended a long time ago.

"Uh, sorry if I went too far. Just... It really looked like you were having fun." The playful tease left his grin before he even realized it.

"I was." The certitude in his tune, the direct way he didn't even seem phased by the whole tickle attack and tease he just received beyond a light redness taking over his cheeks and a smile still adorning his face... Mob was really something else.

In his place, Teru would probably still be a mess of peals of laughter and pleas of mercy. Actually, cross that, his soul would have flown away from his body the moment he received that raspberry.

"I don't mind being tickled. It's fun."

"Heh." Teru's smile got even bigger, losing somewhat its smirk, sincerity dripping freely in his tune. "That is cute."

Mob considered his words, not saying anything to agree or disagree to it.

A comfortable silence fell on them once more.

"I also don't mind getting revenge."

"Ah- wAIT-"

[deuterium51614]

Alternative Season One Watch Order

(AKA The Drama Watch Order™️or The Enkin Watch Order ™️)

1, 2, 6, 5, 7, 9, 8, 3, 4, 10, 11, 12

Episodes one and two stay the same.

Then, go into episode six. Why? En's smirk, Io's line about Ryuu being ticklish could be read as him finding out about it for episode four (why he decides to tickle him instead of joining in on En), the quick clip of the Press Society watching everything before we know who they are adds drama, and also the Battle Lovers meet Caerula Adamas earlier.

Episode five to explain who the Press Society is. Also, this is when Kinshirou stamps the form to make the Defense Club official, though it will be later in episode three that Wombat says he submitted it. (I think it's funny if they're official for more episodes without realizing it.)

Episode seven for fan service, with the added mystery of Kinshirou's relationship to Atsushi and En not being revealed from the childhood flashback.

Episode nine and then eight, to give more space for Komi Shou to have been out of school since the start of the term. Also a really intense battle, and Kinshirou getting giddy about En and Atsushi having a falling out is great when you don't know at this point that he and Atsushi were friends.

Episode three I'm putting here because of the preview for episode four revealing the flashback of Kinshirou and Atsushi. HOWEVER if watching without previews, it could go earlier, even in its original position. (In fact, it probably makes sense to put it earlier, because of the whole explanation of Pretty Boy Day and the posters appearing in episode two--though the posters don't have the number of the contest.) Though I do like having it here because after the battle, Caerula Adamas is wondering who the Battle Lovers are, and I think it adds a level of frustration.

THEN four. I don't wan't this to be as non-linear as the Haruhi broadcast order... (The door from the club room to the council room hasn't been revealed.) Like I want it to still be possible for this alternate watch order to be thought of as chronological, even though it's not, you know?

Finally, episodes ten, eleven, and twelve. Episode ten has to be here, not any earlier, because the door gets revealed and it would contradict earlier episodes where it's hidden. It's also cool to have episode ten follow episode four, because in episode four they're calling Yumoto a kid, and he changes character here as though it's a reaction to that.

[xer9es]

Mystery meat

Ler!Jean, Lee!Eren / Attack on Titan

A/N: I'm in a big writing mood right now! This is the second fic in an hour or two lol. Might write one more before bed.. Also, this takes place before s3 and stuff like that!

Summary: Eren is accused of eating Jean's stashed meat, which escalates into some giggly shenanigans.

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Jean's face resembled a volcano at the moment. Steam was coming from his ears and lava poured from his gritted teeth.

"You're kidding me! Sasha, tell me he didn't eat that meat, before I kill him."

Sasha turned her head to face Eren, who was just as mad as Jean was. Eren had been accused of eating some meat that Jean stashed in his bag a while ago, which sounded like something Sasha would do instead. He must've been quite hungry at the time...

"I'd forgotten all about that meat... Can you believe how excited I was when I remembered it- only to see that it was gone?!"

Eren shouted, taking a step forward, "How many times do I have to tell you, Horseface? I didn't eat your damn rotted meat."

"Agh! You dirty brat, who're you callin' horseface?!"

Sasha stepped between the two boys, hoping to deescalate this situation.

"Look, maybe we can come up with a solution. Jean, I'm sure I can find som-"

"I don't want that, Sasha. I want what I took. What I had." Jean muttered, moving his head around Sasha's body, so he could see Eren.

Eren did the same. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Eren tried to spit on Jean! It landed on the boys shoes. He gave the spitter a horrified look, so disgusted that he didn't know what to do with himself.

He shoved Sasha to the side and pounced on top of Eren, only to be pushed beneath him.

Jean scoffed, surprised that Eren had been able to get on top of him. "I'm going to kill you, Eren. If you don't confess and make it known that you're a bratty crook, or somehow throw up that damn meat, I'm going to kill you."

Eren smirked. "Such cocky words for someone beneath me."

The taller boy grunted and pushed on Eren's chest, trying to get him off. It didn't work... Eren really was strong, huh?

"Ha! This is hillarious!" Eren laid his head back, dramatically laughing while moving positions, so he could sit on Jean's stomach. Before he could bring his ass down to sit, Jean had pushed him again, this time making him fall to the floor... Jean right above him.

He had a grim expression. One that you'd see before you entered hell, even. Jean, with that same expression, roughly grabbed Eren's wrists with one hand and placed them above his head.

"What did I tell you? Ha, this is pathetic. You really thought you could get away with eating my food, huh? No, you're gonna pay."

Eren shook his head, "No, I'm not. What do you even want me to pay you with? Money?" He laughed.

Jean felt belittled. He was being laughed at whilst in the dominant position. He had to find a way to shut this jerk up - or... maybe he didn't want him to shut up. Maybe he wanted him to make noise, like laughter!

"Eren, are you ticklish?"

"Gah- what?" Eren was caught off guard by such a blunt question.

Jean slipped his hand under the other boy's shirt and raked it across the length of his belly.

"Waha-? Wohoah, wait! What the hehell are yaha- doing-uha!"

Sasha, still a bit upset over that aggressive push from Jean, watched from the sidelines. She was surprised to hear Eren laugh while being tickled. She didn't know he was ticklish... This information would surely be spread to the other scouts.

Mikasa and Armin must've already known of this weakness - but the others must've been clueless. Sasha made a note in her mind, "Tell Connie about this!".

She stepped a little closer to the scene. Peering over Jean's head, she saw Eren, who was laughing like a toddler. She saw Jean's fingers digging into his tummy and waistline.

"Jehean! Fuhuck- let me go right nooowuhuhah!"

"Not until you do one of the two options I gave you. Or even both would suffice! Just get me my damn meat!"

Sasha placed a hand on Jean's shoulder. "Jean... Ah- I think-"

"Come over to Eren's head and hold his arms for me, Sasha! Yes, yes, he's gonna pay!" Jean sounded insane.

Sasha sighed and did what was asked of her. She held Eren's arms above his head, leaving his upper body exposed.

"Sahasha! Tra-aha! Traitor!"

Sasha felt bad about Eren's situation, but she couldn't lie to herself... it was sorta funny to see him laugh and giggle. She tightened her grip on his arms, while Jean traveled upward. His fingers squished against Eren's sides, making him chuckle and squirm.

He laid his head back in laughter, seeing Sasha, that damned traitor.

"I'm nehever going to help ahany of you agaha-HAH!" Eren howled.

Jean had struck gold. Eren kicked his feet, gasping for air. All the while, Jean sat there, toying with his armpits. He poked them to see Eren's face scrunch up, then tickled them harshly to see him beg for mercy.

After testing them out, Jean decided to simply drive his thumbs into the hollows, evoking bloodcurling shouts and indistinct laughter from Eren's mouth.

He massaged his underarms slowly, then quickly, enjoying every minute of it. This cocky asshole really was paying for his sins.

Eren was trying his hardest not to piss himself right then and there, but it was hard. The sensation of Jean's slim thumbs- ah, now he was skittering his other four fingers along Eren's shoulderblades?!

"GAHA-aheheho, nooohoh! Jehean!" He shouted.

"What the hell is all of this?" Levi opened the door, rushing in to see Eren on the floor, a giggly mess, with Jean and Sasha standing up.

"Ah- We don't know! He just started laughing like this... We didn't do anything." Jean lied.

Levi kneeled beside Eren, who was so f*cking glad to see Levi. He really saved him...

"Must be something to do with his Titan powers... we'll have Hange inspect him tomorrow. Go to sleep, Sasha and Jean. Now."

The two nodded. Sasha leaned over to Jean's ear, as Levi still examined Eren and his body. She whispered, "I ate the meat. I'm sorry. It just smelled soo good..."

Jean gasped and looked at Eren.

"Oh... Ha- well, he deserved that anyway, I suppose..."

The two headed to bed and left Eren, still a ball of warm giggles, agreeing to never mention this little mishap again...

[blueberrygiggles]

just an accident, babe!

fandom: BNHA

lee!shouta, ler!hizashi

day two (tickletober): accidental

ao3 mirror: XX

Shouta backed towards the end of the couch, “Hizashi-“

He grinned deviously, “What’s up?” He said far too casually.

He threw one of the couch pillows at Hizashi, a grin tugging at his face, “I’m not ticklish.”

Hizashi caught the pillow with ease and put it behind the couch, “That’s funny because I never asked if you were. I just touched your back, just an accident, babe.”

Shouta groaned with a nervous smile on his face, “You are such an asshole.”

Hizashi wasn’t lying, it was an accident when he brushed against his back ribs, but what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t abuse the fuck out of his information. He slowly approached him.

“I’m just sitting here, Shou.”

Shouta glared at him, “I hate you so much.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

Hizashi gave Shouta no time to react when he jumped on him and dug his fingers into the backs of Shouta’s ribs.

Shouta yelped in a way he’d never admit too and cackled. He clawed at Hizashi’s back with no real strength.

“Hizahahashi!”

He couldn’t help but laugh along with him as he replied, “Yes?”

”Fuhuhuhuck yohohu sohohoho fuhucking hahard!”

Hizashi snorted and moved his hands down to squeeze his hips, Shouta started to wheeze when Hizashi spoke.

“You are really not in the position to be saying that.”

Shouta squeezed his eyes shut and let himself giggle under Hizashi’s hands.  

[tklpilled]

i'll lose myself in you

the pros of becoming friends with shou: having friends.

the cons: being friends with shou.

ritsu needs so many headache medicines.

“oh, ritsu,” coos shou in that damn voice of his, and ritsu tries to pretend it doesn’t affect him—like it doesn’t send heat rushing to the tips of his ears.

“give me a break,” he says, forcing himself to sound level.

he can practically feel shou’s pout. “i haven’t seen you much lately! i should make up for lost time, shouldn’t i?”

no, ritsu wants to say, you definitely shouldn’t, but he made a mistake by not running the second he sensed a change in shou’s mood, since now the redhead is pinning him down, ritsu’s hands under his friend’s knees.

he always does this, every single time; leaves enough room for ritsu to get away, only to tease him relentlessly when he doesn’t.

“suzuki,” he tries to negotiate, but it proves to be futile when shou vibrates his fingers into ritsu’s ribs. 

“w-wahahahahait—it tihickles—!” he gasps, squirming frantically to no avail.

he can just barely hear shou’s crooning over his own laughter. “your laugh is so cute, how am i ever supposed to stop?”

and it’s so much worse, because ritsu is a stranger to tickling—ever since his parents stopped as he got older, and shigeo was never the touchy type in the first place—but he’s even less accustomed to teasing. 

ritsu doesn’t like being helpless. he hates it. so why, he yearns to know, isn’t he fighting back? because he can. he’s perfectly capable of it, considering shou knows his boundaries and always leaves him a way out, it’s just that ritsu never takes it.

he manages to free one of his hands from underneath shou, and then he promptly realises that he doesn’t know what to do with it (doesn’t want to do anything with it). shou only laughs, and when ritsu just leaves it there for a few moments longer, he takes it back in his grasp.

ritsu is having fun, and he has no idea why.

he thinks it might be because he’s, at the very least, given an escape route. he isn’t completely helpless. he thinks it could be because it’s shou, who he trusts, and something about it feels natural. he thinks a lot of things, but he forgets them all in favour of focusing on shou’s wiggling, electrifying, torturous fingers. 

“poor ritsu,” coos shou. mockingly. “you’re just too ticklish, aren’t you?”

“st—ahahaha! dahahamn yohou!”

shou’s fingers curl around his waist, pressing into his sides. “you could get out of this so easily, you know. you are a psychic.”

ritsu makes a noise of protest. “cahaha—cahan’t focus,” he weakly defends himself, making shou grin. 

“i never get to hear you laugh,” shou sighs, massaging his thumbs into ritsu’s hips and acting casual, as if ritsu isn’t squealing under him. “you should do it more often!”

“ahaha—absolutely nohohohot!” ritsu cries, and for his own sake he ignores the warmth spreading over his cheeks. it’s not like shou is wrong. he doesn’t properly laugh very often. that doesn’t mean shou has to torment him like this, though. maybe he should try being funnier or something.

(ritsu voiced this to his friend, once, only to end up in a fit of laughter—and it was not because shou took his advice.)

ritsu knows the main reason shou does this is because he finds it amusing when he gets flustered. which isn’t fair, because it’s even easier to embarrass shou; ritsu once thanked him and he’d turned bright red, although it could just be that ritsu is hardly ever nice to him.

“gohod dahahamn it!” ritsu groans, trying not to look like he’s enjoying this, which is a difficult task, considering the uncontrollable laughter spilling out of him.

“you’re sensitive everywhere, huh?” shou giggles, scribbling all ten fingers on ritsu’s stomach.

ritsu snorts, making shou gasp in excitement and causing his face to feel hot. “i’m nohohot! ihi—stohop! i hahate yohou!”

shou shows no signs of mercy. “it’s your own fault for being so ticklish, really,” he shrugs, dead set on breaking ritsu down into a pile of giggles. which he has already succeeded in doing, so there’s no reason to keep going.

ritsu is a mess by now, he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing if he tried. he’s sure his hair is a wreck, too, and he has the urge to fix it but shou always tells him that it’s cute. 

he’s too caught up in his own embarrassment to notice shou reaching back—until he scratches behind his knee, and ritsu completely shuts down.

“s-suhuhu—suhuzukihihi!” he gasps. “stohohop thahat! i’ll—k-kihill yohohou!”

“oh?” says shou, in a voice that sends chills down ritsu’s back. “don’t tell me you’ve been hiding this spot from me?”

“n-nohoho, no,” ritsu tries to bargain. “just—nohot there, nohohot thehere!”

shou curls his fingers into the skin. “not where, huh? not here?”

“f-fuhuhucking mohove!” ritsu snarls, and he tries to sound threatening but he can’t. it apparently has the exact opposite effect, judging by how shou smirks and pointedly does not move. he’d been so desperately hoping that shou never found out about that spot, because he knew that he’d never know a moment of peace after that. he was right, it seems, as proven by the absolute torture he’s going through now. 

and then it stops.

ritsu catches his breath, taking a moment before he blinks open his eyes, only to see shou hovering above him.

they stare at each other for a second before shou bursts out laughing. “was—was it so bad i forced you into using your powers?” he giggles.

ritsu grumbles in embarrassment, then releases his powers (he cringes at the sound of something else falling on the ground—it seems shou wasn’t the only thing he accidentally lifted) and lets shou land on top of him. he wastes no time wrapping his arms around the boy, trapping him while squeezing at the sides of his stomach. because, while the chance to exploit it doesn’t come often, shou is nearly as ticklish as ritsu himself is.

for a while after that, the room is filled with laughter that ritsu definitely doesn’t find endearing, and for as much as shou teased him, he really didn’t fight back at all.

[bemylord]

ʜᴏᴡ'ᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ

characters: bakugou, deku, shouto, dabi, hawks, aizawa.

warnings: aged-up!boiz, eager pussy eater, fingering, face-sitting, spanking, nicknames, voyeurism [dabi], quirk mentioned.

remark: yeap, again to the mha guys bc i missed them. and wow. it is wow!

ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ

eager pussy eater. you can't and shouldn't convince me otherwise.

lick from the clit to the ass. the one who'd be licking two holes, put a thumb on your clit to slightly drawing circles on the overstimulated bug.

degrade you whilst fingering you.

'ya like it when i'm fingering you in the office so everyone can hear how are you becoming a slut for me?'

'don't be shy now, slut, let 'em hear your pretty voice.'

likes to lick you as a punishment treatment thus your pussy would be melting under his tongue.

his favorite position is - when you're on all fours so he could lick you from pussy to the asshole.

if bakugou is eating your pussy, he'd be teasing your another hole with a finger and vice versa; if he's licking your ass, his two fingers would be stretching your walls.

he won't give you his dick until you squirt.

ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ

the slow pace and slow movements.

i think izuku loves to wake you up with his mouth on your pussy as he's practically making out.

could destroy your morning by his nimble tongue on your clit, slowly guides to the slit, he might cause the ticklish sensation of having the tip of his tongue trying to enter your hole.

at first, he didn't know where to put a tongue and how to lick you appropriately to bring you a piece of the orgasm. give him time and deku would lick every last drop of your oozing hole, as you're lost in the paradise.

fingering and fingering which brings you to the new and new climax. i think if deku turns into the darker side of his personality, which is kinkier [more kinky], you'd be handcuffed as izuku can't get enough of your pussy.

in the midst of the heat, izuku puts you on all fours to eat your pussy and spank your ass.

'count my spankings and if you lose the count, i won't let you cum.'

ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛᴏ

actually, shouto is seemed to be a giver than a receiver.

he lives for the hours when you're lying on the back and his face between your quivering legs as you're reaching the orgasm.

always starts from nipples as his fingers find themselves on your slit, teasing the hole with the fingertip.

'you want my fingers inside while i'm playing with your nipples?'

i guess shou would be licking your pussy and play with nipples or explore your body with his pads, memorizing every curve, every inch of your body.

he likes praise how good you're giving your juices to taste him, how good your voice has broken over your groaning, whimpering of inexhaustible pleasure.

todoroki likes a slow, tantalizing movement of his tongue guides from the moisten entrance to do clitoris, without pausing the contact to make indecipherable strokes on the lump of nerves and back again.

he makes sure you moisten and wet enough to take his cock.

ᴅᴀʙɪ

the man always makes you squirt. don't ask me how, dabi is good at it.

calling you princess as you're cumming, thus your mind will be be completely in his possession and you'll beg for more.

you can describe him as an unbearable pussy eater. why? the villian enjoys to give you an oral in the place you might get caught. but the feeling of getting caught is arousing you more.

he'd be eating you even more relentlessly if someone will caught you.

likes 69 position, thus you and him will both benefit - he pushes deep into your throat and feels how much you like it.

dabi loves to fuck you dumb and pliable as you have no more force to put a resistance. although, if you'd have the force, he'd break all your hints towards his attempts to turn you into his obedient slut.

do not try to be shy or innocent, you will have the corruption with this man. you're gonna tell him what to do, how and where you need his tongue, the rhythm and pace, trust me, you are the one dabi will do everything for.

ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ

face-sitting kink or position. give. him. that.

keigo enjoys starting from your ankles, kissing your legs to the place you need to be touched.

likes to hold your hand or rub your hips. he likes to have physical contact with you to feel as you're clutching his hand when you're gonna melt and give you cum to his tongue.

the toy? what for? baby, he can control his feathers. imagine him sitting in the chair across from you, playing with your swollen clit with a feather, pronouncing dirty phrases.

'i haven't touched your pussy with my fingers and you are already the drooling mess, my little bird.'

if keigo in the mood for the little game, as i mentioned above, he'd guide the feather when you're working in your office or patrolling the city, taking you spontaneously in a small alleyway, bringing you to ecstasy only with using his quirk.

ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛᴀ

mixed one man. like, he enjoys licking you slowly, yet as you will bounce against his face to have more attention, he'd lick you ravenously, building the climax one by one.

mirror sex. he will command you to watch him lick your pussy and if you'll roll your eyes over the pleasure or you'd break the contact - well. girl. good luck.

he puts the vibrator inside your pussy as licking your clit. aizawa's ears must be in heaven as you're whimpering, begging to turn off the toy because it's too much for you.

he doesn't stop the torture. aizawa place two fingers in your mouth to quell your voice as you're reaching another orgasm, the count you don't remember. the tears are running over your cheeks, you arch your back, trying to dodge his tongue.

'it's too much, my little kitten, too much for you? give your daddy one more climax and you'll have my thick cock.'

using his quirk when you accidentally used your quirk when you've got your climax. aizawa likes to tie you up with his bandages [scarf] around your body so you can't move.

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[uppermocns]

“Shouto… like a cat…”

[slams agree button with a bat]

thinking abt wildcat shou and him picking reader up and onto the counter that’s just a bit too high for reader to sit on without getting a stool, just so he can kiss their face all over (kitten licks and lil pecks) just to hear their joyful giggles of how ticklish it feels and- little soft shoucat snuggles would also be nice <333

wildcat shouto showing affection with sandpaper kisses, nuzzles, and soft pecks ☹️ making the loudest n rumbliest purrs because he’s so content. he is the world to me.

[aiiwa]

BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.”

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.” 

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

[kanene-yaaay]

okay so at first I didnt realize Shou jumped because it tickled and thought he just wasn't used to receive like complements or stuff like that so this appeared in my mind:

Shou, after the shoulder pat: What was that

Reigen: It's called appreciation. U did a good job and I am telling u that.

Shou: Weird............ do it again

Vsjvaycahgahvqhvq anway!! Back to the comment!!

SO FIRST OF ALL: OH MY GOSH. OH. MY. GOSH!!!!!! This is SO MIND BLOW like I NEVER thought about this tickle spot befre but you are SO RIGHT and look at this!!! This is so cute and perfect and aaaaaaaa I am LIVING for teasy Reigen who likes to playfully tickle all those beans w sobrenatural and way-too-serious demeanor.

Can we say that Reigen has collected the entire collection of ticklish esper-kids? I think yes

[kanene-yaaay]

The v cool @carrie-tate ​asked about my tickle headcanons of Teruki (EVERYONE HERE SUSH IT’S <3 <3 h i m <3) in This Asky because of This Post and I shall answer because Teru is one of the most interesting and fun charaters to me so! Let’s gooo!!

🦁 Teru’s Headcanons 🦁

(Teru's new hair reminds me of a lion cub so that is the emoji of today VWHGWYWGW)

He is just so *incoherente noises*. This guy has just so much Vibes I can’t take it

Tickling someone? YES. Being tickled? Absolutely yes. He is perfect for everything and that is a fact.

First of all, Teruki is a hell of a ler. Not only because he knows how to look for sweet weak tickle spots and has teases dripping freely from his lips before the person can even realize what is happening, his attentive eyes actively searching for everything that makes the bean that is being tickled flustered and giggly and just latching on those things until the person is lost admist laughter and tickly tingles.

(Mob lost the count of the amount of times Teru would manage to make him squeal tickling spots that he isn’t even aware he was ticklish in the first place)

But, anyway, he is one of the biggest lers ever because he. is. so. smug.

He is very good at making people a mess of giggles and he knows that. And he knows that you know that he knows that. So, the entire time attacking someone with clawing fingers and distracting pokes he will just have That Smile. The Smile. The Smug, Teasy, Playful smile that automatically makes shivers run across the your spine and makes giggles bounce on your throat.

He doesn’t have a very good poker face because of that, btw. Mah boy can’t pretend that he didn’t realzie he was tickling someone by accident or feigning innocence for his LIFE

Teru doesn’t do a lot of antecipation too. He is more of a:

            “Hmm. I think I am going to tickle you.”

            “Wha-”

And then give the person no time to process his words or run away sdfghgfdsdfg

EXCEPT when it comes to Shigeo. Because he is extremely cute trying to not titter and yelp every time Teru decides to tease him w anttecipation by lightly - very, very lightly - skittering his fingers on his torso and wondering out loud about “What tickle spot should he gave his especial attention today?~’

Talking about cute and soft things, Teru is an absolute SOFTIE. Yes, he is an evil, teasy, smug, playful and meanie ler who can and will use all his tickly power (both metaphorically and literally because no, he is not above using his powers to help him tickle someone sdfghjhgf) but he is WEAK for cute things. He will forever deny it but making someone just... laugh is very nice. It’s fun. It feels like he is able to make something important, to impact someone’s live positively even without his powers.

Now, now, talking about adorable things, don’t even get me started on Teruki as a Lee. Because ohhh gosh.

Oooohhh gosh

Before everything I 100% agree with your Teru’s in a Lee Mood headcanons and they are *chef kiss* fabulous, perfection, incredible absolutely amazing.

Now picture with me: Mob in a Ler Mood and being too shy to do something about it and Teru realizing. And he wants Mob to loosen up a bit more! He wants him to just feel free to be playful and silly with no worries

So he decides to be a gremlin.

Teru will act a bit like the way he is when in a Lee Mood, but with less embarassement. He will be stretching all the time, wearing crop tops and asking for Mob’s opinion, tapping his own fingers on his stomach or sides, laying on Shigeo’s lap and putting his hands behind his head, sometimes even giving Shigeo a poke or two to show he would be okay w a tickle fight in that moment.

And then Mob (and here I am heavily LOOKING at Otomiya’s idea of Mob tickly “”power”” building up until 100%) will finally attack and Teru IMMEDIATELY will go from a grinning come-on-tickle-me-I-dare-you to NONONONOWAITWAITPLEASEPLEASEWAIT in like half of a second.

That man can’t take what he dishes out AT ALL. If someone gives him a single one (1) jab on his side and he is falling on the floor he is smiling like crazy he is pleading for mercy he is ded.

Maybe it’s because he was so used to being feared and looked upon during his entire life before his fight with Shiego but the idea of someone being silly? Tickling him and being teasy and having fun and paying attention to him and not his powers his reactions and smiling and caring makes him very, very, veeeery flustered. And extremely giddy. And at least 100% more ticklish because holy gosh-

99,9% of the times he is tickled he was almost sure he was melting and honestly by the awed way Shigeo looks at him when he is tickling the blonde maybe that is still a possibilty SDFGHJKMJNHB

He has ticklish elbows. Mob can tap-tap his way from his wrist to his elbows and he will giggle and snort his head out. Sorry that is the true I don’t make the rules.

[writeforfandoms]

I feel like I'm on thin ice with the poking and the jiggling already, but I thought to try my luck! From the kissy prompts, the one with crying? The reason for the tears can be literally anything but maybe not actually sad, if that's okay?😂 Aaand you know I love your jack, but literally anyone you feel would be up for crying works for me. If you want to try more marcus pike, that could work too? Love you!

Okay this got a little bit angsty. A little bit. Not too bad though. But there are definitely tears!

This is set in the Perhaps Love 'verse at some unspecified point. Established relationship.

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x f!reader

Word count: 600 ish

Warnings: May make your heart hurt. May also cause yearning. Nothing else.

You knew Jack was coming home today, but not when exactly. He’d been gone on an unexpected mission for a few days, and you were anxious to have him home again. Not least because apparently there had been a threat against you. (Not that you’d noticed - life had been normal for you.) The door opened and practically before you could react Jack swept you up in his arms, holding you tight. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, near frantic, though he refused to let go of you long enough to actually look for himself. One big hand swept up your back to cup the back of your head, holding you gently. 

"I'm okay," you assured him, cupping his cheeks and forcing him to meet your gaze. "Hey. It's okay. I'm okay. Nothing happened to me, I'm fine." 

Jack ducked his head down to kiss you, messy and desperate and passionate. You rubbed one hand across his shoulders, back and forth, silently reminding him that you were home, safe and unharmed. Everything was okay. Or would be okay. 

It wasn't until you felt wetness on your cheeks that you pulled back. As you watched, a couple more tears escaped from Jack's eyes, and your heart broke, just a little. 

"C'mere," you murmured, guiding his head down against your shoulder, holding him tight. "I'm okay, sweetheart." 

The first sob shuddered through both of you, and you clung to him tighter. Your heart hurt for him, but you knew he needed to get this out. So you didn't try to hush him. You didn't tell him to calm down. You just held him and hummed soothingly, rocking the two of you slowly in place. 

Slowly, he calmed until he was breathing more or less evenly, warm puffs of air against your neck and shoulder. You let him straighten up, reaching past him to grab the box of tissues. 

“Better?” you asked gently. 

Jack didn’t answer, just herded you (and the tissue box) over to the couch. He grabbed your waist, turning the two of you so he sat first and you landed in his lap with a little ‘oof’. 

“Jack?” You twisted to look at him, and Jack shook his head, wrapping both arms around your waist and tugging you back into his chest. 

“Just let me hold you for a bit, darlin’,” he murmured, voice still rough. 

You melted, just a little, and relaxed back against him. “Of course,” you murmured. He leaned back into the couch, pulling you with him, so the two of you were slouched comfortably. His fingers snuck under the hem of your shirt to splay against your skin. You thought about scolding him… for about a second. And then dismissed it. He probably craved the skin contact right then. 

Besides, it was another good way for him to remind himself that you were fine, and not hurt, and still alive. 

“Feeling better?” you checked in after about five minutes of quiet cuddling. His fingers were drawing little designs on the skin of your stomach. Fortunately you weren’t ticklish. 

“Better,” he admitted. He sounded calmer, voice a little more even. 

“Good.” You turned your head to look at him. He looked better, although his eyes were still red. “What can I do to help?”

“Just this,” he mumbled, leaning his head down onto your shoulder. “Just… stay.”

“Always,” you promised, reaching one hand back to card your fingers through his hair. “As long as you need, love.” 

His sigh was warm against the back of your shoulder, but you felt him relax further behind you. You smiled to yourself, gently scratching your nails through his hair. He’d be alright. You’d make sure of it.

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[thedummysdummy]

Into the Jungle

The beginning of a new series, requested by @mj7090

“You packed the hat and the bug repellent? And the boots, right? Can’t have a dummy stumbling around through the trees in her usual get up.” Victor continued hanging the girl items to put in her already-bulging bag, and she couldn’t help but laugh helplessly at his worry.

“Victor, I have everything I need. And it’s going to be fine! You’re being such a worrying old hen.” The girl rose up to her toes and kissed him softly on the cheek. Though his face hardened in a mask of annoyance, the tips of his ears told a different story entirely. "Don't worry. I'll call you every night to make sure you know that I haven't been eaten by a school of piranhas or trampled by a hippo."

The dour man's face didn't improve much as the girl chattered on; in fact, it grew darker with every word. Pulling out his phone, Victor flipped the screen on and scrolled through a few screens. His delicate fingers tapped the screen a few times before nodding and slipping the phone into his pocket. "Go put your bags in the car. I'll be out with mine shortly." Her eyes narrowed questioningly and her head tilted in that way which drove Victor's emotions into complete overdrive. "I've already purchased the tickets. You aren't going on such a dangerous shoot alone."

"I was until five minutes ago," she teased, picking up her suitcase and heading for the door. "Worried old hen!"

Victor watched her go, his heart pounding in his chest. Despite her teasing tone and his solemn face, he had to admit that she was correct. Visions of all the possible bad news phone calls he could receive weighed on his heart like cold stones. The only way to ensure he didn’t have to fly halfway across the world to rescue her from wandering off in the jungle and befalling an unfortunate fate was to fly halfway across the world with her and keep her safely in his sight.

It didn’t take him long to pack; more supplies could be purchased when they arrived at their destination. Victor tossed a couple of shirts and a spare pair of pants in an oversized suitcase with toiletries and a good supply of socks. Nothing was more miserable than camping with wet feet, after all.

He emerged from the bedroom and found the girl had already returned and was watching his bedroom door expectantly. “You’re sure you have time to just ditch work and follow me on this shoot? I really will be perfectly fine. We have multiple local guides and a decently large crew going on the shoot. It’s not like it’s just me and a camera wandering into the Amazon.”

“My priorities are my own,” Victor responded, stepping close enough to place a tender kiss on her forehead. “Come on, now. We need to get to the airport or we’ll miss our flight.” He picked up his bag, slid his wallet into his pocket, and watched expectantly until the girl sighed and preceded him through the door.

Little trouble met the couple as they passed through the airport; Victor seemed to know every single employee and was moved directly to the VIP room to wait for the gate to open. The girl followed, rolling her eyes the whole time. “Mr. Bigshot,” she grumbled, pulling her bag along behind her until leaving it at baggage check. Victor simply chuckled and held her hand a little tighter, refusing to let go until they were seated overlooking the tarmac.

“My ticket is only business class, you know. You’re going to eventually have to let me be a grown up and go to my own gate without you.” The girl traced the lines of Victor’s palm, her finger ticklish against his skin. “I still didn’t need you to come…but I’m glad you are. This way I won’t have to miss you for an entire month.”

Victor closed his palm on her fingers and chuckled. “Well, it was business class. But I don’t plan to let you out of my sight, so I upgraded it to first with me. Did you really think I’d let you be on the same flight without sitting next to me?” He gave her hand a squeeze and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed.

“I suppose not.” Her tone seemed to carry no remaining annoyance; truth be told, she was glad Victor chose to accompany her. She had not been looking forward to missing his voice, his scent, his touch…but she never would have suggested he take an entire month to follow her into the jungle.

GATE FIVE NOW BOARDING FIRST CLASS. PLEASE REPORT TO THE GATE FOR IMMEDIATE BOARDING.

The announcement startled the girl slightly, but she jumped up and grabbed her bag as a door at the far end of the VIP room opened. “Mr. Victor,” an attendant called, gesturing for Victor and the girl to pass through the door onto the plane. Victor took the girl’s hand and strode purposefully down the corridor and into the comfortable cabin of first class.

While this wasn’t the first time the girl had flown first class, she never could get quite used to how much nicer than even business class these accommodations were. She sat in the comfortable seat facing Victor’s and smiled at him. Victor looked at her quizzically. “What? Why are you staring at me?”

“You’re just easy to stare at,” she replied, sticking her tongue out at the CEO and reaching out to grab his hand. “And I’m enjoying the surprise of seeing you when I didn’t think I’d have the pleasure for a very long time.” Victor sighed and took her hand, massaging it softly. Though he never would admit it…she was pretty easy to stare at as well. By the time the plane was in the air, the pair were chatting comfortably and sipping at soft drinks.

It didn’t take long for the girl to change seats to sit next to Victor instead of across from him. She leaned her head on his shoulder and yawned, closing her eyes. “Tired?” Victor asked, his voice full of tenderness. She nodded and he shifted to allow her to lean more fully against him with her head cradled against his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and smiled softly, thumbing through a magazine with his other hand.

Way too many hours later, the plane descended through complete darkness toward the Buenos Aires airport. The girl woke as the pilot made the announcement for passengers to fasten their seatbelts and found Victor’s coat wrapped around her shoulders. The man himself was still asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around her as well, bringing a smile to her face. He seemed so peaceful and warm when he was asleep…

“Victor, wake up. We have to buckle up for a few minutes.” The girl extracted herself from his arms and kissed him softly on the cheek as his long eyelashes fluttered. “Welcome to Brazil, Vic.”

[miscellaneous-bnha]

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.”

[yoshkeii]

𝟹𝚛𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 | 𝟹𝟻𝟶+ 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝

࿐ character: Nobuyuki Kai, Tsukishima Kei, Shouhei Fukunaga 

࿐ prompt: 3) “You keep staring at me.” 7) “You’re safe now. Breathe.” 9) "Please never do that again."

࿐ type: imagine

࿐ requested by: anon for my 350+ event.

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ tw: panic attack (on Kai’s part.)

⌦ slightly suggestive?? on Fukunaga’s part- (its just.. thighs...)

⌦ ‘for the event, could I request an imagine with the dialogue prompts, 7, 9, and 3, with the characters Kai, Tsukishima, and Fukunaga? male pronouns‘

A/N: writing for characters i haven’t yet makes me have to use my brain to be original but its a fun process lmao- also hopefully i portrayed the panic attack for Kai’s part okay. Ive had some personally but they are really hard to explain for me. 

𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 / “𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎.”

Being the fifth 1st year on the Karasuno team, you really found it hard to fit in and communicate with the others. Adding on with not being in the main set or switched out often. During practice you mainly look different.

Often taking off some piercings you had that would make stuff difficult to play in, often just having the classic small earrings on. Your h/c hair being slightly longer than most boys, often tying it up into a half-up french twist during practice while you left it down during school hours to hide your piercings from attention.

After another rough afternoon of practice, you slumped down against a wall sighing in relief as you shut your eyes. Sweat dripping down your face, “another tough.. practice” you heaved softly to yourself. Sitting there silently you just listened to the idle chatter of the other members and the squeaking of rubber on the hard floor. Flinching at the sudden cheer of your name from Yamaguchi, you opened your eyes to see him with Tsukishima aside of him.

“Hurry up y/n! Tsuki’s gonna leave ya if you don’t!!”

“A-ah shit! M-my bad, Tadashi-” 

Quickly standing up you jogged over towards the two, already having your bag in hand. “Sorry about that..” you sighed, “..today was just really tiring..”

“It’s fine! Today was pretty tough than usual” Yams replied reassuringly.

As you three left practice you walked each other home, it often went like this. You and Yams bickering about your interests and what happened throughout your day, while Tsukishima just listened. Usually butting in with a retort or a salty joke at one of you. But as the distance grew close, Yamaguchi left first home. Tsukishima second. Then leaving you to walk home alone which wasn’t very far from his house luckily. But this time... he’s walking you home first, claiming he wanted to talk a little longer with you, oddly enough to hear.

Agreeing reluctantly, you both walked down the road towards your house.

“You said you wanted to.. talk right?” You looked up at the short-haired blond, head tilting to the side. “..but you’re oddly quiet now! What’s up with that-”

“Nothing in particular idiot.” 

“Is that so Kei?” “You’re so weird sometimes yknow that”

“Same goes to you piercing-boy.”

You stuck your tongue at him, revealing a silver ball on your tongue. How- How has it not caught that sooner? Has it always been there? He just stared intently at it then you, back and forth as you continued to talk about whatever... comeback you had. Was it a comeback? Or were you just talking. He didn’t fucking know at this point. His mind clouded with whatever.. thoughts he had. Before the soft raising of your voice snapped him out of them,

“..Kei! What’s up with you- You just keep staring at me? Are you not feeling well or sumn’??” you questioned, eyes squinting at him.

“N-no.. I’m f-fine..” Tsukishima stuttered.

“Hey!! You stuttered! That’s not the Kei I know-”

“I didn’t stutter- Now shut up dumbass-”

𝙺𝚊𝚒 / “𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎.”

It was finals week. Having less time to relax and have fun, you were here stressing out in your room. Sitting at your desk with a laptop, notebooks, textbooks, everything. You needed to pass. You needed too, this being your last year at Nekoma made it your last stretch.

Letting out a deep sigh as you slammed your head on your desk, the books and paper lightly cushioning the harsh contact. You were so stressed. Overwhelmed. The stabbing thoughts of being a disappointment stabbed your mind, heart, and even soul. You were scared of it. Deciding to get some fresh air, you got up and started to leave your room. As each step was taken, your legs felt like jello. Not solid. Worrying yourself, you grabbed the doorway as you swung the door open. Standing there for moment, everything felt weird... You felt weird.

You didn’t know what was happening. Your mind was too hazy. Clustered with confusing thoughts. 

Collapsing onto the floor, your knees roughly meeting the hardwood floor possibly bruising them. Struggling to regain your breaths from the hyperventilation, you had no luck. Grasping at your shirt for closure. You just kneeled on the floor.

Not noticing the front door opening from down the hall, the sudden bag drop. And the surprising warmth of Kai’s hands met yours and your face. Hot tears dripping down your face as your body continuously changed from hot to cold. Not being able to understand the words slipping out of the vice-captain’s mouth, he quickly took note and engulfed your body into his. Arms securing comfort around your back as he started to massage your scalp.

Releasing your trembling hands from your shirt, you slowly grasped your boyfriend’s jersey. Chin resting on his shoulder as he whispered reassurances and comfort to you, the tears dripping down your face didn’t stop. But you had shortly stop hyperventilating, having uneasy shaky breaths still. Hearing the particular words slip past Kai’s lips, 

“You’re safe now. Breathe. Baby please...”

𝙵𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚊 / “𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.”

Having Fukunaga as a boyfriend is really really nice- His personality and yours meshing well together, his presence is really comforting oddly enough. Even if its just him and you sitting in silence together in your shared space or him spitting out jokes he thinks out of the top of his head in any moment- It never fails to make you laugh or feel uncomfortable, and that means the world to him.

But as of now, your flustered expression only made the short-haired male look up at his boyfriend with a dorky expression... inbetween his lover’s thighs. His cheeks slightly squished as he lightly pushed your thighs with his hands that were on the sides. The silly grin on his face only made your face flushed up more, never really thinking Fukunaga would be.. kinda a thigh man.

You were just insecure about them. But he proved you wrong in the most adorable way. His dorky face being squished lightly inbetween them as he giggled softly are your expression.

“My lil’prince is flustered~” he cooed, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh, earning a squeak from you.

Fukunaga gazed up at you, his eyes glittering at the cute noise you let out. He kissed you again in the same area, retrieving the same noise but with a few more words.

“S-shou! Stop that!! Y-you I’m pretty ticklish babe-” You angrily muttered, your rosy face making you look soft more than angry.

Without a reply coming from him, he did it again. 

“I s-swear to g o d, S-Shouhei..!! Please never.. do that again..” you muttered, the deepened color of flush on your face signaled it was a lie.

“..not even in be-” before Fukunaga could finish his snarky reply, you shoved a pillow on his face.

“SHOUHEI NO-”

[august-anon]

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

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

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

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Lounge Day

Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia 

Ship(s): EraserMic

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

Word Count: 934 words

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

[ao3 link]

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

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

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

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

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

That was the Tickle Monster.

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

“Liar,” Shouta said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Looks like I was right, grumpy cat.”

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

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

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