#Ticklish!Shouta

[august-anon]

A Friendly Spar

For Tickletober Day 18: Tickle Fight

Late again!!! Because I also did not have a chance to edit it until last night!! Apologies, and curse real life obligations!

BUT I am caught up now and hopefully can get the rest of the fics i have for the month edited and posted on time lol

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Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

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

Word Count: 967 words

Summary: After so long, sparring has become a sort of love language.

[ao3 link]

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After fifteen years of friendship, and over a decade of romance, any relationship would develop its fair share of little quirks. One of their special little quirks was their love languages.

Oh, sure, they had the typical ones. Hizashi thrived on physical touch and words of affirmation (not Shouta’s strong suit at all, but he tried, and Hizashi loved him for that), and Shouta’s was undeniably acts of service. But the one love language they had perfectly in common?

Sparring.

It probably had something to do with growing up in the hero sphere, and training until they dropped during their formative high school years. Shouta especially had a tendency to work himself to exhaustion, always needing to be the best of the best. Somewhere along the way, between the two of them and Oboro (not to mention Nemuri and Tensei, at times), sparring became more enjoyable, and even fun at times.

It was something they carried with them well into adulthood, and working at UA certainly came with its perks to support that – like constant free access to any of the near-dozen gyms on campus, granted that there were no students using it at the time.

And sparring didn’t have to be serious, Hizashi thought as he dodged another swipe from Shouta’s devious fingers. In fact, their spars rarely managed to be serious anymore – they both got enough of that, between training the next generation of heroes and their own regular hero work. This particular spar had devolved almost immediately, both of them needing to let off a little steam after a long week of teaching and cases that went nowhere.

“You can’t run forever,” Shouta grunted, rebalancing himself on his toes after his failed strike.

“And you can’t chase me forever,” Hizashi said, spinning away. 

He’d demanded Shouta remove his capture scarf for the spar – it gave him an unfair advantage that Hizashi was not willing to concede to that evening. He wasn’t that desperate for a laugh, at least not yet. No, right now he wanted even odds and a fair chance to win. He was dying to see that healthy, laughter-induced flush on Shouta’s cheeks as well, and nothing was going to keep him from his prize.

“I’ve chased more difficult opponents for longer. I think my stamina is up to par. Is yours?”

Hizashi gave him a salacious grin. “I didn’t hear you complaining last night, mister.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“You love it.”

“I love you – have you considered the idea that there may be a difference?”

“Mmm, nope!”

Hizashi dodged another strike, this time redirecting it in order to bring himself closer to Shouta. He slipped one hand up Shouta’s loose muscle shirt, searching out any tickle spots he could find on the sweat-slicked skin. He used the other to pull Shouta close and hold him there, well aware he was leaving himself open for attack. It was no fun if Shouta didn’t fight back, after all.

“Dammit, Zashi!”

“What, does that tickle? Just a little? You can go ahead and laugh, I won’t tell anyone. Your scary reputation can stay intact.”

“Fuck you!”

“Been there, done that. Weren’t you listening?”

Though his squirming and escape attempts didn’t stop, Shouta buried his face into Hizashi’s neck, leaning his weight against Hizashi and huffing strangled breaths against his skin. Hizashi shivered, then squeaked. He grabbed Shouta’s hip to ground himself, only to finally make Shouta crack and huff a laugh into his neck.

“What, does that tickle?” Shouta chuckled against his throat, scruff and hot breath wreaking havoc on his nerves. “Just a little?”

“Wait, Shouta, please!” Hizashi’s giggles were high pitched and frantic, almost too thick to speak through.

Shouta’s own laughter, on the other hand, was deep and rich and only made his voice even more unfairly attractive. “You’re the one who grabbed me.”

That was true. Hizashi planted both hands against Shouta’s middle, preparing to shove him away, only for Shouta to grab his wrists in a vice grip. Before Hizashi could blink, he was spun around so his back was pressed to Shouta’s chest, arms crossed over his own chest as Shouta continued to grip his wrists and hold him close. Shouta’s face quickly found its way back to Hizashi’s neck, nuzzling and nibbling and huffing horribly ticklish breaths all over. Hizashi squealed, barely holding back his Quirk. They did not need the windows repairs taken out of their paychecks. Again.

“Perhaps,” Shouta whispered right up against the shell of his ear, “it would do you well to remember who your opponent is, and how frequently he kicks your ass.”

Hizashi shrieked and giggled and tried to kick back at Shouta’s shins. “Just you wait until I get your neck!”

“Oh no. I’m so scared.”

Gritting his teeth against his smile, Hizashi threw his weight backwards, catching Shouta off guard in a rare moment, and landed them both on the floor. This was serious now, and Hizashi didn’t intend to lose. He went for the kill immediately, straddling Shouta and shooting one hand back toward his thigh and the other toward his ear. On the other side of Shouta’s neck, Hizashi buried his face and did his best to nuzzle his mustache into the skin.

Shouta howled, trying to buck Hizashi off to no avail. Instead, he brought his hands up to vibrate into Hizashi’s ribs. Hizashi faltered for only a moment, fighting the urge to curl up into a ball and roll off Shouta for his own protection. Instead he steeled himself and forced himself to hold still, cackling into Shouta’s neck.

“Give up!” Shouta choked out through his laughter.

“You first!” Hizashi wheezed.

It was a good thing they had this gym booked for the next hour, because Hizashi doubted either of them would concede any time soon.

[burningablaze]

Aizawa x Reader - What Makes You Human

A/N: This was requested by an anonymous and asked for a father/daughter relationship so this IS NOT a ship

Summary: Y/N admitted to her father that she wanted to be serious just like the other heroes. Aizawa was about to tell her something different

Ler: Aizawa

Lee: Reader

Words: 2,439

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Y/N and Aizawa, her father, were alone in a wooded area to the far side in UA campus. He wanted to teach her how to avoid to be caught be villains.

Aizawa glanced at her. “Alright, pay attention, kiddo. You’re gonna want to be extra prepared for this lesson.” he said in a stern voice, yet a hint of care.

Y/N nodded. “Okay.”

“Good.” he said as he slowly moved towards the trees while looking over his shoulder every so often. “I want to see how you do while being chased. You up for it?”

She stared at him with confusion. “Huh?”

“It’s a drill.” he said, stopping to face her fully and crossing his arms. “I’m gonna hide in these tree and you’re gonna have to find me. Once you found me, I’m gonna start chasing you and you have to avoid getting caught. Got it?”

“Wait, wait, we’re going to play hide and seek but you’re going to chase me when I find you?”

“Don’t think of it as just regular hide and seek,” he said with a huff as he stepped closer and put his hands on her shoulders. “I think of it as training. I need to make sure you’re prepared when you do come across a villain. You never know what a villain will do to you. Okay?”

She sighed a bit. “I guess.”

“Good girl.” he said, ruffling her hair before shoving his hands into his pockets and walking back to the trees. “Now, count to ten for me.”

“But wait, what’s gonna happen if you catch me?” she asked a bit nervously.

“You’re gonna get tickled.” Aizawa said bluntly, a smirk slowly formed on his face.

“Crap.” she groaned under her breath as she turned around towards a tree to get ready to count.

“What was that?” he asked back, peering through some nearby bushes with a smirk, obviously heard her.

“Nothing!” she said, trying to hide her flustered expression.

“I think I heard ‘crap’ from you.” he chuckled lowly and stepped out of the bushes. “Don’t tell me you’re scared to get tickled, kiddo.”

“You’re ruthless when it comes to you tickling me!”

He huffed out a laugh. “I thought you liked getting tickled,” he replied and began to slowly walk towards her. “What’s changed?”

“Well, uh, maybe I… grew up from that.” she said as she rubbed her arm.

“Oh, really now?” he mused, now within a couple feet of her. “So I guess you’re saying you’re too mature for getting tickled, huh?”

“I… guess so? I mean, come on. I’m gonna be a hero one day and I can’t be involved with that kind of stuff anymore. she said.

Aizawa chuckled again and started to slowly circling around her as if he’s inspecting her. “And is that because big heroes like All Might don’t get tickled? They’re mature, strong, and grown-up. And grown-ups don’t get tickled. Is that what you think?”

“If that’s how you want to describe it then yes that’s what I think.”

He stopped circling to stand behind her. “And you also think big, strong, grown-up heroes need to act like robots, don’t they? They’re not allowed to let things like feelings, and emotions, and tickles stop them from saving people, right?”

“I… guess so?”

He suddenly reached his hands out, his nimble and lithe fingers gently grasping at her sides. “Which means… they need to hold back their laughs… no matter how badly they wanna let the tickles.”

She tensed up when she felt his hands and pressed her lips together.

Aizawa’s fingers gently, yet deliberately, began to squeezing her sides, applying just enough pressure to get her laughing. “And it also means… they gotta stay stoic and strong, even if they’re secretly losing their minds on the inside.”

Y/N nodded frantically and kept trying to hold in her laughter.

He smirked and kept squeezing her sides rapidly. “But I wonder how strong that restraint is. Can you really hold in your laughter if you’re a big, strong, mature hero?”

She bit her lip as she started squirming a bit.

“Hmm… I’m not quite sure about that.” he said with false concern. “I think you’re losing your composure a bit.”

She clamped her mouth with her hand to keep her giggles in.

He chuckled lowly as he started to spider his fingers up and down her sides and used his other hand to grab her wrist to slowly pry it away from her mouth. “No, no, none of that. Big, mature heroes can’t cover their mouths like that. They have a reputation to uphold, after all.” he said, his fingers wiggled into a particularly more sensitive spot.

She lets out a short chuckle.

He continued to dance his fingers against that area, smirking victoriously as he watched her composure start to break. “Oh, what’s that? You don’t seem like you’re holding it in anymore. Are you losing your resolve already, kiddo?”

She grabbed both of his wrists to try to push them away as she was slowly losing.

He quickly pried her fingers from his wrists and pinned her arms to where they can’t move. “What happened to keeping your composure? Big, mature heroes can’t give in to this.” he said in a mocking tone, his hands now fully digging her sides, causing her to finally break.

“Hahahahahahahahahahaha, dahahahahahad!” she giggled loudly and squirmed more.

He chuckled, now fully pinning her against his chest as he continued to dig into her sides relentlessly. “What’s the matter, kiddo? Losing your composure? You’re supposed to be a mature hero, after all. You can’t just give up to a few tickles. What if All Might sees this? What will he think when he finds out you can be reduced to a giggling mess?”

“Ahahahahahahahahaha, okay, okay! Stohohohohop!”

Aizawa chuckled again, his hands now gently scratching up and down her sides. “Oh, really? You sure you’re had enough?” Maybe a few more tickles will change your mind.”

“Nohohohohoho!”

He smirked and gripped her waist, holding her captive as he kept raking at all of the sensitive areas around her sides. “Come on, I think you still have a few more laughs left in you. Just give in and let it all out.”

She felt her knees starting to give out and fell to the ground. “Ehehehehehehehe!”

He chuckled as she fell onto the ground and followed her. “What’s the matter? You gonna give up and submit to the tickles? You’re still supposed to be strong and mature hero, remember?” he said as he sat on her legs and moved his hands to dig his fingertips into her stomach.

She wiggled side to side and tried to push his hands away. “Dahahahahahahad, stohohohohohop!”

He smirked and grabbed her wrists to pin them to the ground above her head. He continued to dig into her stomach. “Oh no, no, no, no, you can’t push the Tickle Monster away. I’m not gonna stop until you lose all that built up tension and let out all your ticklish giggles. Don’t you know big strong heroes aren’t supposed to give in to simple tickles?”

She kept squirming and laughed more. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

He laughed along with her, thoroughly enjoying the sound of her loud and unstoppable giggles. “Aww, is someone feeling ticklish? Is a big, mature, and strong hero really just a ticklish little girl in the end?” he teased, his hands now raking over her stomach and lower ribs.

She squealed loudly and wiggled side to side. “Ahahahahahahahahaha, okay stohohohohop!”

“Is that your way of admitting that you can’t handle a few simple tickles?” he teased again, skittering his fingers around her belly button.

She arched her back and leaned her head back. “Okay, I was wrohohohohohong! Wrong, wrong, wrohohohohong!”

He laughed again, loving the sound of her squeaky little giggles. “Oh, you were wrong, huh? So you admit that a big, mature hero can be taken out with some simple tickling? Is that what you’re saying?” he asked with a smirk.

“Dahahahahahad, plehehehease stohohohohop!”

“But why should I stop? I’m just doing my job as the Tickle Monster. I need to make sure strong, mature heroes can’t be taken out by the simplest of things.” Aizawa mused, his blunt nails circled the sensitive areas around her ribcage. “Maybe a few extra tickles on these sensitive spots will bring out a few more of those cute little giggles.”

“Nohohohohohoho!”

“Uh oh, it seems like I’ve found a really squirmy spot. Guess I’ll have to work on this sensitive area a bit more.” he chuckled, scribbling his fingers faster. “Maybe you should have thought about giving up a little earlier. Now I know all your ticklish spots.”

“Dahahahahahahad, I can’t tahahahake it!”

He chuckled as he continued to ruthlessly scratch away at her ribs before trailing up to her armpit. “Aww, what’s the matter? You’re squirming so much. Have you learned your lesson about trying to hold in your ticklish giggles yet?”

He thought for a moment, his fingers slowly coming to a stop. “Hmm… I’ll stop but only if you agree to one simple thing.” he said with a smirk.

“Whahahahat?”

“You have to agree that big, strong, mature heroes can be reduced to a giggling mess by a few simple tickles. Say it.” Aizawa demanded, his fingers lightly fluttered over the middle of her armpit, just to prove that he meant business.

“Ehehehehehe, okay, okay. Big, strong, mature heroes can be reduced to a giggling mess by a few simple tickles.”

He stopped again and smiled. “Good. Now say that you, yourself, can be reduced to a giggling mess with a few simple tickles.” he said, his hand moved to her other armpit and gently tapped his fingers to tease her.

“Ehehehehehe! I can be reduced to a giggling mess with a few simple tickles!”

He chuckled and finally moved his hand away from her armpit, leaving her breathing heavily and tired from the tickling. “That’s what I like to hear.” he said as he let go of her arms and got off her legs to sit next to her. “See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it? Just needed a little tickle persuasion to get that admission out of you.”

After a moment of calming down from the overwhelming tickling, Y/N sighed and stared at the sky. She was feeling embarrassed, not from what he said to her.

He chuckled again, seeing her tired and defeated expression. “What’s the matter, kiddo? You look a little bit worn out. Did that tickle torture wear out your body a bit?” he teased.

She sighed and thought what she said to say. “Dad, all my life I looked to you, to the heroes I watched on TV growing up and they look so serious all the time, and… I just figured that’s how I should be if I’m training to be a hero.”

He was surprised to hear her say something so serious, but he listened intently nonetheless. “Hmm… so you think that in order to be a hero, you need to act serious and have some kind of tough exterior?” he asked.

“Well… yeah. I just figured that I would stop getting involved with kid stuff especially tickling.”

He thought for a moment, a bit surprised at how mature of a mindset she had. “I see�� but what’s the problem with letting yourself indulge in a little bit of kid stuff? Even heroes need a break every now and then. There’s nothing wrong with letting your guard down every once in a while.”

“I guess so.” she said softly.

He smiled warmly and ran his fingers gently through her hair. “You know, you don’t have to act serious all the time. It’s okay to be silly sometimes, to let out a few giggles and laughs. It doesn’t make you any less of a hero. It just means you’re human.”

“Is that how you feel?” she asked softly.

Aizawa chuckled. “Of course. Do you think the other heroes are really as serious and mature as they appear on TV? No. Some of them are even goofier than most civilians. Heroes are humans, first and foremost. They have their moments and vulnerability, which includes bouts of laughter and even tears. There’s nothing wrong with showing a little weakness every now and then. That’s what makes you human.

“What about that pro hero, Endeavor? He’s serious all the time.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Oh yeah, that old stick in the mud. Yeah, he can be a very serious character, even more so than me, surprisingly. But even he has his moments when he’s a bit soft spoken and can laugh a little. He’s just so serious that you don’t see it very often.”

“Oh,” she responded softly.

He chuckled, still running his fingers gently through her hair. “See, even heroes like Endeavor, as serious as they are, are still human. They have their moments of weakness and vulnerability, just like everyone else. Just like you. So it’s okay to let your guard down every now and then, kiddo. Don’t feel like you have to be serious and mature all the time in order to be a hero. You can be yourself.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile softly, understanding and accepting his words of advice. “Thanks, dad.”

He smiled down at her. “Of course, kiddo. As your father, it’s my job to make sure you understand these things. Just because you’re training to be a hero, doesn’t mean you have to act like an adult all the time. Heroes are still human underneath it all. You shouldn’t feel guilty about laughing and being silly every now and then. After all, you’re just a kid. You’re supposed to be a little silly.”

She nodded and smiled again. “Okay, dad.”

He smiled back and ruffled her hair playfully. “Good. Now, let’s see if we can get you laughing again. After all, I haven’t exhausted all your ticklish spots yet.” he teased while slowly smirking.

“Dad, no!” she squeaked and began to curl up to protect herself.

He chuckled at her response and slowly moved his wiggling fingers together sides again. “Oh, really? You don’t want another round of tickle torture now that you’re a little more relaxed and vulnerable? I think I can hear those adorable little giggles already.”

“Dahahahahahahaha, plehehehehease!”

He chuckled again and began to dig into her sides with his fingers. “Oh, c’mon! You’ve already admitted that big, mature heroes are just as ticklish as everyone else. There’s no more reason to hold back those adorable giggles now. Let them out for the Tickle Monster again.”

[mooonpiess]

since im already in an erasermic family smooches feel, i hc that shouta terrorizes everyone with his stubble.

everyone is already kinda used to it, but the one that Can’t Stand it is eri. She is so ticklish, that she will squeal, run away, and even playfully fight shouta to get away from his beard, but shouta enjoys nothing more than “torturing” his daughter lol

[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.  

[puppyguppy]

“I thought you said you gossip.”

Shouta chuckles and turns to fully face you, and this is officially the closest you’ve ever been to him. A couple of bees buzz between the two of you, the inches between the two of you, not just because he’s close, but because he’s tall. “Oh, we do.” He reassures. “But more importantly, they let me know the state of the hives. How sweet the honey will be, if any of them are unwell, if the Queen is dying – you can learn a lot by simply listening to them. They have a surprising amount to say.” You’re pretty sure bugs can’t actually talk. You might be from the city, but you’re not that stupid. Shouta seems confident though, and you are…intrigued. Enough to side-eye the busiest box next to you; the very same one Shouta had been searching through earlier. At the moment, there’s not too many bees on top of it, so you suppose it’s your chance. Your chance to cautiously bend over the box and press your ear down against it, just like you’d seen Shouta do the first day you’d met. Before you hear anything, you feel it, the vibration of life from deep inside. But then you close your eyes, and you concentrate.  They're definitely not talking to you. But, if you strain, you think you can hear a few different frequencies. Like a buzz or two are just out of tune with the rest of the hive. Is that what Shouta means? What he hears? You open your eyes, but for a few seconds, you're utterly blind. Not only is it hot out, but it's bright out, at least until Shouta steps in between you and the sun, and his shadow falls blissfully across your face like a solar eclipse.  “Hear it?” He asks. You nod against the box before slowly standing back up. “Good. Now go listen to that one.” He points to the box your forgotten glass of iced tea sits atop, surely something closer to lukewarm by now. There’s an obvious decrease in activity around that hive, more dots in your eyes than bees in the sky, and when you reposition yourself both above and against that one, just like before, you can easily hear that same difference. The box still vibrates, though less intense, and the bees that buzz inside sound…they sound sluggish.  “Oh.” “There you go.” The way Shouta says it sounds like praise, and you realize now that you know the secrets. You’re not fucking fluent in beespeaking, but you understand. Never once would you have ever considered having to learn a whole new language just for a bug hobby.  Before you can push yourself up again to stand, the touch of a few fingers against the side of your face keeps you still. Not only is Shouta talking to, teaching you, but now he’s also touching you. Brushing some stray hairs out of your eyes, and tucking them just shy of ticklish behind your ear. The tips of his fingers are worn rough and work tough, but gentle in their pressure as they slip down and around the nape of your neck. If he presses just a little harder, he’ll probably feel your pulse; the damn thing suddenly buzzing just as hard as some of the bees around you. Some of his bees. Fleetingly, you wonder if this makes you his.  And to think, you’d thought of him as uninterested. “Come on,” Shouta retreats, but only so far as to give you the room to stand up. “Let’s sweeten that tea for you.”  Eyebrow cocked, you stand back up, but your poor heart isn't even given a chance, when next thing you know, Shouta has your hand in one of his, and that blade in the other. Fleetingly, you wonder if this is how you die. 

You cough and wave dust away from your face, eyes watering as you fish for the folded up letter you’d previously shoved into your back pocket. The man that’d picked you up from the bus stop was kind, but you couldn’t tell which was older; him, or the spluttering truck he drove. It made for difficult, hardly held conversation. Not because you’re shy or weren’t curious, but because the truck had been loud, and the man a bit hard of hearing. He’d had a warm smile as he waved goodbye to you though, tinged with a little red. However, before you could ask, or even so much as thank the guy, his truck was off down the road, kicking up dirt.

His barely held together tailgate read, in bold but faded white letters, “Plus Ultra!” When you can see and breathe clearly again, you unfold the paper in your hands and double check the address you’d been given. You’d been to the property before, of course, but a long, long time ago. Honestly, it felt like a lifetime ago – your childhood. Even then, you can’t really remember the place beyond a couple of random, core memories. Like falling asleep on both the way there and the way back, safe and comfortable, lulled unconscious by the quiet conversation of your parents and the rhythmic rocking of the car. You could’ve made more memories there – here. You’d been invited well into your teen years, for holidays and summer breaks and special occasions. And it’s not that you didn’t love your aunt, the one who used to live here; her and her ‘best friend’ though everyone in the family knew better. You still love her, love them. Hard not to with just how crazy they could be – like the two of them buying a farm out in the middle of nowhere, and thinking they could keep up with it. They’d done surprisingly well, up until randomly deciding to travel the world before permanently settling down. You’re pretty sure they eloped. You’re like, ninety-nine percent positive that they’re currently on their honeymoon. Just best friend things. You probably could’ve been closer to them, if you’d just given them the chance. But, you were young. You had classes and friends and hobbies at the time that you’d just considered too cool to pass up. Now all gone, for one reason or another, which is why you’re even here. Why you’d reached out to your aunt in the first place. It was the perfect opportunity. They’d more or less left the property abandoned, and you were in desperate need of an escape. A reset. That all depends on that more or less, though. Apparently, your aunt had hired a farmhand at some point. And, said farmhand still lived there. Here. Not in the house or anything, but in his own little trailer, supposedly. Parked somewhere rather permanently on the property. In the letter, your aunt had described him as ‘a bit standoffish’ but with ‘a heart of gold’. Then followed that up by saying that if you didn’t like him, well. ‘Tough shit. Leave.’ Whether you liked him or not didn’t really matter. You didn’t come here to make friends. You didn’t come here to get to know anyone else other than yourself. So, you figure, as long as he stays out of your way, you’ll do your best to stay out of his. Which… Ends up being almost eerily easy.

[kanene-yaaay]

Sleep

Kanene’s note: Heya! It’s me, Mario!!! dfghjkrgthjk jk jk. Okay, that idea hit me in the middle of the night and I think it’s very cute!! So have a bit of tickles and fluff and teases today! 

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* This is Switch!Yamada with Switch!Aizawa. They’re in a romantic relationship. Around 2.200 words.

* The Ler!Aizawa part was inspired by these tickle-headcanons! They’re absolutely amazing!!!!

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Consume some of your comfort content! Fanfic, series, movies... anything that makes u happy! Drink water, sleep, eat and love! Today is another day and I’m proud that we’re both still here.

[~*~]

Yamada woke up to complete darkness.

 Which wasn't such a rare occurrence. With both his and his husband’s tendencies of having migraines their room was often bathed in a total lack of light, and that,  together with the fact of Aizawa being an incorrigible cuddle bug who soaked his ‘daily dose of morning snuggles’ – as Hizashi loved to call them and loved even more the other’s blushed face and deadly glare directed at him every time he dared to say such thing -  was enough for him to find no surprise at all in feeling the pressure of Aizawa basically using him as his own personal bed.

 “Morning, babe.” He maneuvered himself to gently kick Shouta’s legs off him, which resulted in the immediate locking of arms on the blonde’s waist, Shouta mumbling whatevers as he nuzzles his chest, making Yamada giggles quietly. He began to comb Aizawa’s hair with his fingers, both out of adoration with how much adorable his husband could be and to take it from his own face so he would be able to see what time it was.

 Eight in the morning. Yep. Time to start getting ready for their meeting with Nedzu and his usual Saturday patrol. He would also need some time in between those to call the Radio’s station and see if everything was ok with today’s interviewed, get a couple more of songs to play tonight and make sure to come back at two in the afternoon so he and Eri could have some quality time as Shouta slept a bit to not pass out on his night patrol.

 OK. That sounds like a plan! Time to begin the day with a proper breakfast since both were equally horrible in keeping a healthy routine and he would probably forget to eat lunch since Eri wouldn’t be there with him serving as an adorable, lovely reminder that humans have basic needs in order to be alive.

 He tried to move, receiving an annoyed growl as an answer, the arms squeezing a bit firmer. Hizashi snorted.

“Sho, I need to make breakfast and wake up Eri, okay?” He kissed the top of his head and traced an imaginary flower on his cheek, voice soft, feeling the other melt on him, humming happily. “You can sleep a few minutes more.”

 “No. Warm.”

 “I will bring you our cats, you can show your undying love to them, then.” Hizashi tried to pry the other’s grip from him, unsuccessfully. “Come on, let me go. We have a meeting to attend with Nedzu today, remember?”

 “Fuck ‘im.”

 Hizashi controlled himself to not bark a laughter, fingers itching to get his phone and amplify his blackmail treasures. “Shh, he will hear you.”

 “’don’t wanna cats,” Aizawa’s tune was slurred and he deposited a tired kiss on his bare shoulder, “I wan’ you.”

 And damn if that didn’t turn his weak heart in a happy gooey puddle, his smile going from one ear to another and his resolve to be a responsible adult and get out of the bed was almost burned to total inexistence.

 Key word: Almost.

 Especially when the raven haired adult sighs contently, his breath lightly tickling his neck and leading to a quite evil idea to gain form and color on his mind. His smile got wider, eviller.

 “Okay, babe.” Yamada’s hands rested on the other’s sides, going up, fingers smoothly running across his ribs, his nails barely grazing the skin as they went slowly back and forth, back and forth. A soft ‘tsk’ flew on the air as the smaller began to squirm. “Let’s have some fun then, shall we?”

 His index fingers stopped their dance to focus on his lowest rib, circling that sweet spot in the middle of it while the other fingers concentrated in clawing the horribly sensitive skin around it, staying firm on their task even when Aizawa jumped with the ticklish jolts that hit him.

 “H-hi-hizasshhhi.” His tone was low, warning. His brain still trying to wake up enough while his body wobbly fought to escape from the sensations, his struggles increasing specifically when his husband adjusted him so he would be laying on his back on the top of him, arms criss crossed on his chest.

 “Oh, is someone finally waking up? ~” Aizawa scrunched, Yamada’s breath hitting his ears. However, his attempts proved themselves futile as the other took as his duty to nibble, huff and puff on the ticklish spot, going from one ear to another with ease, finally breaking his husband’s barriers and being rewarded by a low, fast giggly fit. “I wonder what I did to deserve that my incredible, handsome decided to bless my morning with his sunny presence today!”

 “Hizashi, I am going to k-ILL” His snickers suddenly raised an octave as the blonde gave a quick squeeze on his hips that made his waist jerk instinctively.

 “Now, now, is that way to greet the love of your life?” Hizashi whined. “Stop laughing, Sho! I’m trying to hold a serious conversation here but something tells me you’re distracted.” Yamada kept lazily poking him, slow enough to leave him breathing properly, but quick enough to tear snorts and chuckles from his firmly pressed lips.

  “D-d-don’t.” His face was in flames as a barely muffled squeak fell from his mouth as Hizashi gave a quick nip right behind his left ear, letting out an adoring ‘Awww. Isn’t he adorableee?~’ in the process.

 “I am- I am going to get you back for that! You know I will!”

 “So grumpy, so cutee. ~”

 He tried to turn in order to give his beloved a deadly glare which usually made his students and villains fear for their lives, his eyes only barely catching his husband’s bright smile before his breath was stole when his partner resolved to attack, unmerciful squeezes mixed with a couple of thumbs digging energetically on his hips, kneading, tickling.

 His laughter filled the room.

 “HIZASHI!!” He kicked and trashed, but in vain.

 “What is it, babe?” The other started to switch between his tickle spots, knowing he couldn’t take it too long or they would be late. “Wow! I didn’t know you could be so alive in the mornings, love!! Have you been hiding that from your awesome husband all along?” Nails scratching on his armpits, fingers prodding his ribs, wriggling on his waistline, drumming on his belly. “All that beautiful laughter? All that wonderful snorts? And giggles? And squeals? Now, I am wounded, Sho! I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other!”

 When nothing except laughter and squirming answered him, he decided to stop, deciding the few minutes of fun were already enough adrenaline to maintain Shouta conscious enough until he prepared his coffee. He quickly laid the other on the mattress, resting some kisses on his face as his husband got his breath back.

 “You-” He gasped, hiding his smile behind his hand. “You better run.”

 In a second Hizashi was out of their bed, “OkayloveyousomuchbabeI’mgoingtowakeEriupdon’tkillmeIloveyousosomuchbye.”

 And run he did.

 [~*~]

 Shouta dumped his capture weapon on the couch, immediately seeing three blurs of fur dashing from his peripheral vision directly to the object, meowing and getting tangled as they fiercely ‘fought’ with it. Shouta knew that this being his weapon and therefore an important part of his work, he shouldn’t let his cats play with it. However, as he petted two fluffy heads that popped from the cloth and the exhaustion started to totally take over his body and actions, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He had some spare scarves somewhere, he was sure.

 “Dumb cats.” He fondly remarked, scratching their newest kitten under her chin before adventuring to his room, stopping only to check on Eri and relax as he found her calmly sleeping on her bed. Good.

 His eyes narrowed as he noticed the light coming from under his bedroom, sighing and putting his eyedrops, already aware of the other fight he would have to face.

 “Hizashi,” it’s his greeting. The blonde hums, glare still clued on the screen in front of him, head resting on one of his hands, “it’s three in the morning and we have classes tomorrow. Turn that thing off.”

 “Hypocrisy, hypocrisy.” Yamada sings, hand rocking in the beat of his imaginary melody, the tiredness dripping from his words. Yet he took off his headphones, turning on his direction with alert eyes. “Are you hurt?”

 “Nah, slow night.”

 “Good.” Hizashi smiled. A small, true smile that spread a warm feeling across his chest and only made his resolute to protect his husband from every bad thing in the world grew stronger, even if the ‘bad thing’ which threatened him right now was his horrible sleep schedule. “We saved some dango for you.  It’s on the fridge.”

 Aizawa nodded, watching him turn back to his computer. “I’m going to grade 1-A tests when I am back.” And that perked the other’s attention, since both had the habit of grading tests together in order to get some quality time on their incredibly busy lives.

 That is why the taller was sitting on the bed with a pack of papers in his hands when Shouta came back, falling on the mattress face first, relaxing on the soft fabric. But, he couldn’t concentrate on that feeling now, turning to his left and trapping Yamada with his arms around his sides, legs entangling.

 “Sleep.” He clued his face on the other’s stomach, his voice vibrating across the skin and gathering a mix of snort and squeal, probably because of the ticklish sensation.

 Oh. Ticklish.

 “Babe, I really can’t right now. There are those videos I asked for my students to do and I really need to analyze and give them the results before the weekend.” Aizawa scolded his expression so his devil smirk wouldn’t be noticed by Hizashi, instead he looked up, locking their eyes, his features inexpressive as ever.

 Hizashi bit his lower lip.

 He frowned, intense glares.

 “Okay, okay! You know I am weak for those kitten eyes, your cheater.” The blonde pouted and pointedly ignored the smug shining on his partner’s face. “But this is only a break, ok? Just some cuddles and then I’m going to finish my work.”

 Aizawa hummed, not quite agreeing, not disagreeing. Yamada laid down and chuckled as the raven haired adult quickly hid his face on his neck, a hand absently running on his back and melting his strict pose.

 “Cuddlebug.”

 A yelp escaped from his lips as Aizawa used a thumb to prod the so, so sensitive skin between his shoulder blades. The morning events from yesterday fell on him as a bucket of cold water, sending shivers down on his spine, essentially when Yamada tried to wiggle away, finding his form very well secured on his love’s arms.

 “Shouta, no.” Shouta hummed, his voice vibrating on the sweet spot that was his neck, his stubble helping in nothing the giggles which already began to bubble on his throat. “Shouta, please, my love, light of my life,” he could almost feel the other’s wicked grin grow, the hand tensing behind him, “no, no, no! I can’t! You know I can’t! Shouta, I-”

 And with no warning a loud shriek - which didn’t break their windows due how fast Aizawa activated his own quirk - dashed from his mouth, laughter blooming as a mix of pokes, scratches and kneading along the whole extent of his upper back, even giving some special attention to his ribs and spine, kept him in stitches.

 His back arched at the tickly tickles, sending him directly to the unbearable nuzzles of his husband, the main reason for so many squeaks and squeals make themselves present on his uncontrollable laughter.

 “Tsk, tsk. One would think that such a known pro-hero would be able to put up with a better fight.” Nuzzle. Scribble. Unintelligible pleas of mercy. Raspberry. “Always so easy to read…You could at least try to pretend you aren’t loving every. Second. Of. It.”

 “Shouta! Nono! Shuhuhut up! Shut up!”

 “It’s not my fault you were always so defenseless to teases. What about we train you to endure them?”

 Hizashi shook his head, laughing and shrieking too much to gather a real answer.

 And, as sudden the attack came, it was gone. The hand went up to gently massage his scalp, tearing a relaxed sigh from Yamada as he fought to get his breath back, high-pitched giggles still tripping from his lips since the light tickles continued on his poor neck, sporadic kisses and eventual nibbles on the spot right under his chin maintaining his gigantic, bright smile.

 “So ticklish, so helpless. Just a few well placed touches and I can already defeat you.”

 “You talk as if you were any less susceptible.” A squeeze on his knee warned him about the possible consequence of his words. Hizashi pinched his thigh in retaliation, although much less energetic.

 “Don’t. Different from you, I want to get some real sleep.” And then he started to comb the blonde hair, Yamada’s eyelids began to drop, his tiredness now being much more present as the other used his number one melt spot against him.

 “Cheater…”

 “You will survive.” Shouta tilted his head up and kissed his husband’s lips, also starting to drift away as Hizashi’s arms pulled him closer.

 “Good night, babe.”

 “Night.”

[intheticklecloset]

heyoo idk if youre taking requests for divine gate since its italicized but its also bold? idk I’ll just put this out there if you wanted to write it

gonna have to go with the classic “hey, I haven’t heard you laugh (or smile) before” with blonde boyo lol, lers are up to you

if not then can I request yukina x kisa? (was rewatching sekaiichi hatsukoi while waiting for world triggerrrrr eeeee) yukina can be teaching kisa how to cook, maybe with back hugs and tickles? idk bro

wow this whole thing is a mess like me :p have fuuuuun

Yeah sorry about the confusion with Divine Gate. I love that anime but there's a fic I want to write for it first before I start taking requests. I put it on the list a tad prematurely - my bad! As for everything else, I tried my best to kind of combine all of it. Hope you enjoy!

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“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you really laugh before,” Yukina murmured into Kisa’s ear as he hugged him from behind, making the smaller man blush and squirm in his grasp.

“So?” Kisa mumbled. “Let me go, I’m trying to cook dinner.”

“What’re you making?”

“Food.”

“Oh, good. I thought it might be shoes.”

Kisa smirked, biting his lip. He tried not to giggle.

Yukina groaned playfully, grabbing his sides, tickling him. “Oh, come on, that was funny!”

“Hey! N-No! Yuki – stohohohop!” Kisa squealed, bringing his arms to his sides defensively, ladle still in hand. “You’ll buhuhuhuhurn me! Stohohohop!”

Yukina snatched the ladle from his hand while still tickling up into his underarm, forcing Kisa to twist to the side so he could put the utensil back in the pot and turn off the burner before wrestling his smaller boyfriend to the floor and pinning him there, fingers flying up and down his torso.

“Nohohohohohoho! No fahahahahahair tickling – Yuki, plehehehehehehease!” Kisa laughed, flailing and kicking, head thrown back with helpless cackles. “Ahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohohop!”

Yukina beamed down at him, slipping a hand beneath his sweater to scratch at his navel, adoring the shriek of desperation that he pulled from his partner. “You are too cute.”

“I’m nohohohohohohohot! Plehehehehease stop it, Yukihihiehehehehehe!”

Yukina gently took his hands and laced their fingers together, pinning them to the floor on either side of Kisa’s head. He leaned down to kiss him. “I love your laugh~”

“S-Shut up,” Kisa muttered, blushing, turning away. “It’s not cute.”

“It is.”

“Is not.”

Fingers scribbled against his side again, making Kisa yelp and Yukina smile. “Cute.”

“Nohohohohohoho!”

“I’ll tickle you all night long if that’s what it takes to convince you~” the taller man teased, biting his boyfriend’s ear gently. “Is that what you want?”

“N-No! Ah, wait – wahahahahahahait, Yuki! Plehehehease not agahahahahahain!”

Yukina chuckled. “Better admit it then, Shouta~”

“B-Buhuhuhuhuhut I’m nohohohot—! GAH!! NOHOHOHOHO, OKAY!! OKAHAHAHAHAY I’M CUTE PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!! NOT THERE – YUKI!!!”

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

♡︎𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚♡︎

Day 8 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: you've been a little starved for attention since Shouta's been working more, so you tease him with a little pet name that drives him crazy.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

872 words.

Shouta had always been the type to take the lead in bed. You loved every second of it, and it helped to ease you into a more submissive headspace when he would be so gentle with you.

As of late, you've been craving your husband's touch, but since he's been so busy with the aftermath of yet another school-related disaster, he's had little to no free time. Little time for you.

Of course it was a little upsetting, but you would never let that get in the way of your love for him, and instead of letting yourself get torn up about it, you chose to help him in whatever ways you could. And now, he's back to his normal schedule and all has been dealt with. Finally.

Now, he gives you his full, undivided attention as a silent thank you. You revell in it.

This gives you the perfect opportunity to pounce. The second he walks through the door of your shared apartment you're immediately on him like a tiger to its prey. Tired, squinted eyes widen in surprise at the sudden feeling of your soft lips pressed against his own and your hips grinding flush against his, though he soon melts into your little "welcome home" gift.

"Did you have a good day at work, daddy?..."

Oh.

Oh.

He's going to enjoy this.

He catches you like you're some sort of fleeting butterfly, gently hugging you around the waist before you can turn fully around and skip away to the bedroom, his well-toned bicep fitting perfectly around the small of your waist like a jigsaw piece.

Soft, but itchy, ticklish black scruff ghosts over the tempting skin of your neck, and his baritone voice gives you delightful chills, setting your stomach alight.

"Daddy, huh?... You're pulling out all the stops. Have I left you unattended for too long, baby?..."

A sly giggle is all he receives from you as you manage to slip from his loose grip at your hips, fluttering pretty, mascara-painted lashes at him before disappearing down the hall and into the bedroom.

His bags are dropped unceremoniously to the floor just to the right of the door where his shoes are aimlessly flung, detailing his impatience. You don't have to wait even another second before your husband is back in your sights, and you in his.

The plain black clothes you were wearing when he first saw you earlier are now discarded, strewn across the floor haphazardly, leaving soft skin clad in only your nicest underwear, his favourite.

Now, your relationship with Shouta has evolved past the point of using nice underwear every day to impress him, but it's still nice to surprise him with something pretty every once in a while.

"What's brought this on, baby?"

"Nothin'... Just you."

If it was possible, he would fall even deeper in love with you at the sight of the enamoured gaze that you direct at him, and the image infront of him is something akin to a beautiful renaissance painting, depicting a beauty he's never seen in anyone but you.

Before long, he has you trapped between him and the bed, your legs tangled together and your arms held above your head. It was just too much to ask that he would be patient, and while you recover from the rush of being thrown onto the bed your neck is being marked up by sharp teeth that nip and tug at the skin.

He moans into your shoulder, hot breath fanning over the wet hickeys and raising the hairs on your body, giving you chills. It's been a little while since you and your husband have gotten this intimate, so you waste no time in swatting away his hands after they've trailed down to prod at your slick cunt through your underwear, wrapping strong, thick legs around his waist.

God, forgive you for being so impatient, but Shouta doesn't seem to mind even in the slightest judging from the low chuckle reverberating through his chest and the hand that loosens his belt and unzlips his fly.

He's already rock hard and weeping at the sight before him, his beautiful wife splayed out on the bed, desperate for his touch and dressed only in a lace bra and a tiny thong, which is easily slipped out of the way to make room for the impressive length belonging to your man.

"Tell me how much you want it. I want to hear you beg."

Who are you to decline? You've been aching for his attention for weeks, so now is not the time to get shy.

"Fuck! I want it, daddy! 'want it so bad! Wanna feel you inside me!"

That's all it takes for him to finally get impatient, forcing his cock between soaked pussy lips, precum already smearing against your hot walls.

The pleased wail that forces it's way from between your lips is like music to Shouta's ears, telling him just how good he is at pleasing you, and making you feel new heights of pleasure you've only ever imagined.

He can't think of a better way to spend the rest of his week, than to be buried inside of you, breeding your cunt all day long.

© 2022 not-your-fucking-kacchan

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[august-anon]

War on Christmas -- Squealing Santa 2022

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

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Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

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

Word Count: 1501 words

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

[ao3 link]

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

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

Now, they finally had a moment of quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, you’re on Sho!”

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

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

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

He would still win, anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why, kitten, I would never.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[burningablaze]

EraserMic Family - A Nice Monster

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

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

Lers: Yamada and Aizawa

Lee: Eri

Words: 960

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[may-nr1rooftoptriodefender]

soo… I was using a prompt generator and this is what I got:

I am in an Aizawa mood for some time now…

I know it’s been a while but I don’t have motivation or good ideas sooo yeah… (pls send requests)

enjoy some fluff ig.

teen!Aizawa x teen!reader (I will probably write more about aizawa x reader in UA time/ teenager years at 16/17 because I love the idea

Summary: A relaxed afternoon somehow turned into a tickle fight

warnings: none I think. Just some fluff and teenagers in love I guess…

masterlist

After 30 minutes of walk you two arrived. After slipping out of your shoes you followed Shouta upstairs to his room. His parents had money, a lot of money and their house is huge. It always amazes you. His room is also very big and full of cool stuff he never uses. What a waste…

“You wanna do homework now? Or just chill a bit?” he asked.

“Not in the mood right now. How about just some chilling?” you replied.

“Sure.”

His bed was huge as well so of course it fits perfectly for 2 people. You even managed to sleep in there with 4 persons. Spoiled, rich kid and doesn’t even care. Oh what you would do for all this…

You both were sitting next to each other separately on your phones. No conversations really needed. You were always surprised to see that the cold, monotone Shouta Aizawa would have his friends over almost every weekend and let’s them be in his very private life. He’s a softie, he just doesn’t admit it. You were also really happy that he shares so much. Like he lets you stay at his house alone without the others. so he tolerated you.. that was good. He sometimes shares clothes with the others and even you too. And he cares, much. You really liked him so it was nice to be so close to him. Literally.

You’re mindlessly on your phone scrolling through some apps, seeing memes, news, checking your favorite fanfics to see if there are new updates (there weren’t, sadly) until you saw an article: “10% of people can tickle themselves”. Huh. It was dumb so Shouta had to see it. You loved annoying him with stupid shit.

“Did you know that 10% of all people can tickle themselves?”

“Ew, no. That’s weird. Why did you have to tell me that??”

“So you learn something new. But.. are you even ticklish at all? Like do you actually can laugh for real?”

He snorted at that. “Tch. I can laugh, but I don’t want to. And I’m not ticklish.”

You looked each other in the eyes.

“Really?”

“…yes.”

“Let’s test that.”

He gave you a warning look like ‘don’t you dare.’ But it was too late. You already had the idea in mind. To think about making him laugh made your heart flutter. And not that alone, maybe also the excuse to touch him (not in a weird way yk)… So it was already settled. You were hopelessly in love, even when you don’t want to admit it. And even if he doesn’t feel the same. It’s okay. It’s nice like that. You gave him just a grin and he had 1 second to prepare before you jumped on him and tried to tickle him. He was good at shielding you away with his arms but he was careless for a second so you succeeded.

and-

and there it was. He tried holding it back, but for a second you could get his laugh even if it was for a short time, it was there. And it made you happy. You didn’t want to stop yet, you knew know he was ticklish and if this was just the beginning, it was going to be good. But that moment of victory was used against you as he tickled back and now you were the one laughing out loud. You couldn’t get his hands away. Both of you were very much unaware of the position you were in, you being on top of him. But that changed fast because after Shouta realized that, he threw you from his lap onto the floor. Now he was the one on top and still tickling you. You laughed even more.

But you eventually got him again. Now both of you tickling each other and laughing so loud everyone could hear until you both run out of breath. You collapsed next to each other on the floor, holding your bellies. Everything hurt after laughing so long. But you still had a smile. It was one of those rare moment where you could see Shouta without any mask on. The most vulnerable you ever saw him. Got you fell even harder for him. But like, literally because you flew of the bed some time ago. What you didn’t notice at first is, that he was also smiling. A small one but still visible.

Little did you know that this moment was just as important for him. Because he too, thought he had no feelings and they’d eventually go away, but this right now made it even harder to forget these feelings. So you both just laid there in silence, a comfortable one. It was just perfect.

Who would’ve thought that that was the beginning of an even stronger connection.

bonus:

They weren’t supposed to be here yet. They said they were coming back tomorrow. So why are they here right now?? They weren’t supposed to see them like this. It was a moment only for these two and now his parents ruined it. And now he isn’t going to hear the end of it.

After their tickle fight, they were just laying on the floor and everything was quiet until-

“Shouta?”

fuck. He knew this voice. But before he could do anything the door to his room flew open and there she was, his mother.

And in front of her were laying two teenagers with messy hair and they were clearly out of breath. Both just staring with wide eyes at the older Aizawa.

“I- SHOUTA OH MY WHO IS THIS?” she looked like she just had a heart attack. He stood up quickly so it wouldn’t escalate that much and were starting to explain “Mum, listen it’s not like-“ but his mother was faster “DARLING COME HERE YOU NEED TO SEE THAT” great. just great. And the poor girl was still laying there kinda confused and overwhelmed with the situation.

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Okay I hope this was okay… If there are any grammatical mistakes, then please tell me and I will fix them. Was this okay? I have more prompt ideas if you want more!

Also, I don’t know how many people can tickle themselves, I just needed something to get the conversation going yk

And pls send request :))

song for today- golden hour by JVKE

[writer-and-lover]

Day 2: Aizawa Shouta

A.N: tagging my writing friend @qtipcottonbuds

There's no sensible reason for Salem, a goddamned cement enforcer quirked man, to have been attacked and trapped by a fucking cement manipulating villain.

He's kicking and cussing, cursing both Heaven and Hell down to a ball. The villain would be shaking in fear if they hadn't played hookey and left poor raging Salem stuck inside the wall. Worst of all, his stupid uncontrollable quirk had to make the cement way stronger than before so now he couldn't break it down himself! His lower body was stuck inside the weird room that the villain had created, waist completely encased in thick, solid cement wall. No amount of kicking, clawing and pushing pulled Salem out of this stupid hole. He was just a construction worker for fuck's sake, why did the villain target him?!

"Salem?"

Oh right. His hero nemesis.

Salem groaned, praying that his kicking would hit the stupid sleep deprived teacher. Their fighting was stupid really, just a little accident that was made worse from their opposing attitudes and petty personalities. But now the only person able to help him would be Aizawa fucking Shouta.

"Listen here, snakehead, just pull me out."

"It's Eraserhead. Maybe you'd know if you stuck your head out the wall."

"Real funny coming from someone who looks like they haven't pulled their head out the sewer since the 90's."

Eraserhead tuts behind Samem, before putting a hand on his hip and squeezing the soft flesh there.

"You're acting real spoilt for someone who's very vulnerable right now, Salem."

Salem shudders at the tone, head bowing even though Eraserhead can't really see. The hand on his hip keeps groping him and Aizawa's other one slips under him. It makes a featherlight trail up his thighs and over his stomach before testing out how stuck Salem is to the wall. The touches to his clothed skin make Salem whine and squirm, ticklish and yet...

"I didn't know that heroes were allowed to touch up poor victims on patrol."

"They're not," grumbles Aizawa, "but you enjoy it, don't you?"

Salem bites his bottom lip, choosing to keep quiet.

Smack! "Answer me, Salem."

The hit is intense, radiating from his left asscheek and making Salem yelp in surprise. It's obvious that it wasn't Aizawa's full strength but it stings so bad that Salem can't help but kick his legs out.

"You seem to have forgotten your manners. Do I have to treat you like a little kid?"

The hands that had been on him shift to grab the waistline of Salem's tracksuit, pulling the garment down to his knees. Salem shouts in surprise and hides his face. The lack of underwear is laughable and Aizawa takes it in stride, smacking Salem's ass over and over. The tracksuit tangled at his legs prevent him from kicking out at Aizawa. All he can do is take each hit and hope that the hero doesn't look around at the dripping erection that Salem is sporting. Each hit gets harder and harder, until Salem can't do anything but cry and fidget.

By the time Aizawa finishes, his ass is bright red and very sore. His dick is leaking continuously onto the cement floor, creating a puddle at his feet.

"Dirty boy, you've made a mess."

Salem's snivelling is loud. He's shaking from head to toe, moaning in pain when Aizawa grabs his ass hard. Eraserhead's other hand feels out Salem's dick, kissing his teeth when he feels how hard it is.

"You really haven't learnt your lesson, have you?"

He wraps his hand around it.

"We'll just have to deal with this then."

[blueberrygiggles]

Ticklish Kisses

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia

Lee!Emi and Ler!Nemuri

a/n: this has an ao3 mirror and it's apart of my JokeNight oneshot collection -> XX

Emi loved cuddling with Nemuri after a long day, on the couch, on the bed, hell, she’d cuddle with her on the floor if that’s what they had to do. Nemuri was just so soft. It should be impossible for her to be so comfortable to lay against, but Emi could fall asleep in her arms in seconds.

Nemuri rubbed circles on her stomach and Emi could feel herself drifting off. Emi rubbed her legs against Nemuri’s fuzzy pajamas, they were so soft. God bless Shouta for buying her them because they were Emi’s favorite.

She took a deep breath, allowing herself to sink deeper into Nemuri’s embrace. She kissed the back of her head and chuckled, “You’re purring, Em.”

She turned her head, “I am not purring, I’m just comfortable.”

“Yeah, and you’re purring.” She said with amusement and Emi rolled her eyes.

Nemuri kissed below her ear, Emi felt a smile tug at her cheeks as she tried to hide her flinch. Nemuri smirked against her neck, “Ticklish?”

She barked out a laugh and tried to pull away from the vibrations, but Nemuri held her tight and kissed the side of her neck. Emi snorted. She pushed herself into Nemuri to escape the ticklish kisses, but she also tried not to break free from the playful affection.

“Nehehem! Cohohome ohon!”

“What? Can I not kiss my wife?” She said against her neck.

Emi giggled and pushed away Nemuri’s head. She slowed down the ticklish kisses, leaving Emi breathing hard. She turned towards Nemuri and tried to glare, but her grin lessened the impact.

“That was mean.”

Nemuri smirked, “What was?”

She hit her shoulder and scoffed, “You-! Just cuddle me!”

[shorkbrian]

Oohh how would shouta and hizashi take their submissive readers virginity?

(What to expect - virginity, NSFW, dubcon, noncon. If you’re wondering the type of piercings Hizashi has, they’re dydoes (or kings head) and a pubic piercing. MxM penetration, anal plugs (Hizashi’s wearing one while he diddles u hehe))

Gently, I imagine.

If their darling is submissive, too afraid to run or fight, then there’s no need for them to be harsh.

They can take their time, be sweet and loving.

"Shhhh, you're getting loud." Hizashi holds a fingers to your lips as you lay there, panicked whimpers, distressed whines tumbling out of you.

Shouta huffs at the irony, his fingers working at the button on your jeans, then the zipper, then hooking into your belt loops, tugging the pants down easily as you begin to hyperventilate.

“Hey, hey, breathe with me, you’re alright.” Hizashi places a a hand against your chest, pressing you back against his warmth as he begin to take deep, steady breaths, encouraging you to do the same.

You can’t calm yourself though, eyes wide and fixed on the man in front of you, drawing your legs up and away from him as he rids you of your jeans, trying to keep your panties from his view.

If your wrists weren’t tied together, lashed to each other with soft, black ribbon, you’d be clutching at Shouta’s fingers as they ghost over your calves, up to your knees.

“P-please-” Is all you can whisper, fear settled so thoroughly in your body that you’re almost frozen.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to be gentle. ‘Zashi’s just holding you so you don’t wiggle too much and hurt yourself.” Shouta’s words are measured, steady even when he slips a hand between your knees and forces them apart.

You want to sob, but you can’t. Shouta breathes out a quiet “fuck” as he looks at your panties, running a finger across the waistband.

“She’s shaking like hell Sho.”

“It’ll be fine. It’s just nerves. Everyone’s nervous their first time.”

It’s nerves, it’s fear, it’s terror and dread. You’re horrified, and scared, and you’re shivering as if the room is freezing, even though it’s warm, cozy.

Hizashi dips down, brushes his lips against your neck, and you flinch, your shoulder rising to push his head away, his mustache tickling your flesh.

“Hah, you ticklish? That’s so cute.” The blonde coos, his arms circling around your stomach as his husband begins to tug down your panties. You’re sitting in Hizashi’s lap as Shouta strips you, the two men working together.

The blonde is already shirtless, pants-less, in nothing but boxers. You can feel his warm flesh through your hoodie, pressed against your back.

“My first time, I came in my pants.” Hizashi chuckled, thumbs rubbing at your sides. “Embarrassed myself to tears. The other dude thought it was hot, dropped right to his knees and pulled out my dick and got to suckin’. It kinda hurt, but he was fingerin’ himself at the same time and well, teenage-me was able to get it up immediately.”

You suppose he’s trying to ease your nerves.

Shouta gets your panties off, tosses them to the side as a hand grips each of your ankles, and then you’re spread wide.

A cry gets caught in your throat at the humiliation, Shouta and Hizashi both pausing to peer at your pussy, Hizashi letting out a low whistle.

“Damn, you’re a fuckin’ snack!”

Shouta lets go of your legs, and you snap them shut, closing your eyes as your cheeks burn.

“When I first had sex, I was a one-pump-chump. The girl I was with at the time said it was fine, but I didn’t know how to get her off. I’ve learned a lot since then.” The dark haired man offered his own story, hand slipping between your legs no matter how you twisted or clenched your thighs.

“Wooo! Imagine that, little ole Sho losin’ it after one stroke!”

“That’s what happens when you lose your virginity when you’re thirteen, ‘Zashi.” But Shouta has a gentle grin on his face, and his words held no malice towards his husband. Just two men in love recounting stories.

The dark-haired man leaned towards you, one of his fingers petting slowly over your folds as he did. Shouta wasn’t shy about kissing you, his lips warm, soft, stubble prickly against your skin.

He pulled back, breathing hotly against your lips. “How do you touch yourself? What feels good? I don’t want to overwhelm you, it’s easy to see that you’re sensitive.”

You trembled even harder, sniffling, closing your eyes as his finger still ran softly over your folds, barely touching.

“Sweetie-pop, can you show us? Show us how you want us to touch you down there.” Hizashi’s hands were playing with the edge of your hoodie, easing it up, his warm digits skimming against your skin.

Both men are waiting on your answer, watching you with lust-filled gazes as they run their hands over your skin. They’re already touching you, burning your skin, and you want to scream. All that comes out is a pathetic whimper.

“How do you masturabate? Do you like touching here-?” Aizawa presses his thumb to your clit, wiggles the digit and you tense, shaking your head. 

“-Here?” His fingers trail down to your entrance, one slowly beginning to push inside. You whimper again desperately, shaking your head side to side while looking at the man in front of you with pleading eyes.

“’K, this is gettin’ old-” Hizashi interjected. “I’ll ask one last time, and then Sho’ and I get to touch you however we want to, got it? How do you want us to touch your cute lil’ pussy?”

“I don’t know!” You wail, tears rolling down your cheeks. You’re so overwhelmed, and scared, and you just want to go home.

Neither man moves for a second, but then Hizashi is letting out a an excited sigh, hunching his back so he can kiss at your shoulder before questioning. “You don’t know?”

“I’ve never-never touched my-myself down there.” You manage to hiccup, and Shouta rubs your knee soothingly, his grey eyes trained on your face. 

“That’s alright, there’s no need to cry.” One of his hands cups your cheek, thumb brushing away salty tears. “We just want to make you feel good.”

You’d feel good if they took their hands off of you.

The hand that’s been rubbing over your folds becomes bolder, parting the lips of your cunt even as you try to squeeze your thighs shut. All that does is trap Shouta’s hand against you, his fingers sending little jolts of unsteady fire burning through your tummy.

“Mm, wait, please-” You whimper, desperate to escape this sensation.

Aizawa doesn’t wait.

Hizashi slips his nimble fingers underneath your hoodie, rucks it up over your chest and you burn with embarrassment at being exposed like this. You want to hide your face, but with your wrists bound, all you can do is cover your eyes with shaky fingers.

“Look at ‘er, god, you’re delicious. Just wanna eat you up! Sho, after you finger her, think I could eat her out? I wanna taste.”

His lewd words make you cringe, and you can’t even think about how it would feel, the blonde pressed between your thighs, tongue laving against you over and over-

“One thing at a time, she’s already a bit dazed. Maybe another time.” Shouta’s gently stimulating your clit, brushing his knuckles over it, watching you twitch with each pass of his fingers against the sensitive little organ.

“Alright, relax now, okay? Breath out for me.” The man instructs, and you could almost laugh; if the man thinks you could relax, he’s an idiot-

A wet finger pushes inside of you slowly, and you gasp brokenly, mouth falling open. There’s so much pressure, you feel stretched and it almost burns, but he’s not stopping.

There’s a squelch, and cool liquid rushes over your hole, slips inside as the finger slightly retracts, and you shudder at the feeling. It’s weird and you feel like you can’t breath.

The finger inside rubs at your walls, and your muscles clench at the foreign sensation, unsure whether it feels good or bad.

“Calm down, you’re okay. I’m just stretching you out. Tell me if something feels really good, alright?” Shouta is acting as if he’s speaking to a child, a spooked rabbit, a baby. His eyes keep flicking between your flushed face and your pussy, enamored by the way you suck his finger inside, at the feel of your velvety walls, the slick feeling that he can’t wait to experience hugging his cock.

“I can’t, I can’t, please-” 

“You can, doin’ so good for us sweetie.” Hizashi chirps, and you realize his hands are resting against your bare chest, idly squeezing at your breasts. You had been so focused on his partner’s actions that you had missed his coy advancement. 

One finger turns to two, and two fingers turns to three, and you’re quickly reduced to a sweaty, blubbering mess, begging the men to wait, to slow down, writhing in Hizashi’s lap while his husband violates you.

The pressure fades away to a comfortable stretch, and by the time Shouta begins to move his fingers with intent, you’re already close to your limit. Your thighs are still clenched together tightly, but the dark-haired man has plenty of room to maneuver his hand, moving his fingers in and out, letting his thumb tickle your clit.

You can’t stop your legs from shaking, abs clenching in pleasure, little noises that fall from your mouth without your permission. It feels good now, and Aizawa and Hizashi seem to know it, speeding up their movements, manipulating your body as a team.

The orgasm that washes over you is gentle, the build up to it steady and measured. The pleasure is expected, and yet it still hits you like a train, hips jerking against Shouta’s hand as he continues to finger you through it, a smile on his face as you drench his hand, pussy drooling.

“I’m sorry, oh no-oh no I made a-a m-mess.” You sob, mortified at your body, at your reaction, feeling gross and disgusting and a sweaty mess while both men watch you fall apart.

But Shouta just slips his hand from between your thighs, holds it out towards you expectantly. You’re confused, still trying to hide your face behind your bound hands, but then the man behind you is leaning forward, sucking Shouta’s fingers into his mouth, right next to your face.

You can hear him sucking your juices off his husband’s fingers, feel the shame coloring your cheeks deepen and spread. He’s so noisy about it, licking the digits, running his fingers between them, and your pussy clenches when you catch sight of a piercing nestled in the middle of his tongue.

You feel dizzy.

“Mmm, just like I though-” Hizashi purrs as he cleans his husband’s hand. He pulls back, growls in your ear “-Delicious.”

Then the two men are switching positions, Hizashi handing you off to Aizawa who settles you easily onto your back, head in his lap. Hizashi pulls at your hips, lifting them up to stuff a folded pillow underneath them, and you begin to realize what’s happening.

“Wait! Please! Hold on, I-I-just wait, oh god, please wait!” The fear is evident as your voice cracks pathetically, but you aren’t above begging.

“’Zashi’s a bit smaller than I am, figured that he’ll be nicer to ease you into it. If-” He shoots his husband a glare “-He keeps his cool.”

Hizashi was grinning as he shucked of his boxers, completely shameless as he revealed himself to you. “Hey, can’t blame a man for bein’ a bit excited. I mean, look at this little sweetie, all laid out like this.”

You felt exposed, afraid. Hizashi’s length bobbed against his stomach as he moved forward, grabbing your legs and settling them on either side of his hips.

There was a piercing in his cock, several piercings.

He was circumcised, with a prominent mushroom tip that held three prominent barbells along the edge. Another barbell glinted ominously behind the curve of his dick, settled right at the base on the top, blonde pubic hair trimmed neatly to showcase the piercing. 

“No, no please don’t. I’ll do anything, please, just not this! Please, please-”

“The piercings feel really good.” Shouta murmured, one hand cradling your head, the other pressed to your chest underneath your hoodie, keeping you anchored to the bed as you squirmed.

“I got this one ‘specially for you sweetie!” Hizashi took hold of his dick, pointed it down to show off the barbell in his pubic area, displaying it to you proudly. “It’s supposed to hit your cute lil’ clit when we’re going at it.”

The words washed over you, and the severity of your situation hit you. The planning required to get a piercing, have it heal-plus the idea that he expected to be actively using it with you again and again....

You started bawling.

“P-please! Don’t do this, please don’t! No no no no, no, no-” Your words were garbled, practically nonsensical, but that’s what you were trying to say. Whether or not they could understand you was out of your control.

“Hey, shh, shh. You’re okay sweetie.” The blonde placed a hand on your thigh, but that only served to make you sob harder.

“Calm down, we aren’t going to hurt you. It’ll feel good (Y/N).”

“No-oo! ‘M scared!!” You cried, and if your vision wasn’t blurry from tears, you’d have seen Hizashi’s green eyes soften, his lips twitch downward into a concerned frown. 

The married couple looked at each other, Hizashi hesitant and moved by your teary display, but Shouta was firm.

“You’ll be okay. It’s normal to be a bit frightened during your first time. But ‘Zashi and I have a lot of experience, we’re going to take good care of you.”

You don’t have time to protest, Hizashi settling between your thighs again, those long hands of his guiding his cock to your drooling entrance.

Shouta’s kissing you then, insist, his tongue pressing against your lips, distracting you.

Hizashi pushes inside, you gasp, and Shouta plunges his tongue into your mouth. There’s too much sensation, between the warm rod settling into you and the slimy tongue slipping around your own, and you can’t do anything but cry.

You cry when Shouta pulls back, when he places a soft, uncharacteristic kiss to your nose, brushes your tears away with his hand.

You cry when Hizashi groans, finally seating himself balls-deep in your cunt.

You cry when he pulls out, thrust back in with a smooth roll of his hips, swearing underneath his breath.

Shouta leans over you, grabs his husband by the back of the head and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. Long blond hair slips over Hizashi’s shoulders, tickles against your skin but it’s just another sensation that you can barely register, overwhelmed and already too fucked-out to focus.

The piercing at the base of Hizashi’s cock does stimulate your clit, especially when the man presses himself flush against you, circling his hips in a quick grinding motion. The metal rubs against your folds and you feel like screaming, it feels good but you don’t want it to.

The metal through the flared mushroom tip keeps brushing against a spot inside you that has you seeing sparks, but you still feel uncomfortable, too full, too stretched.

Hizashi fucks you slow, his husband petting awkwardly at your face.

Minutes pass, you’re not sure how long, but then Hizashi is going a bit faster, then faster again, Shouta’s telling him to slow down, but the blonde pants out “Can’t Sho’, she feels so damn good-”

The metal keeps grinding across your clit, and then you’re shrieking as an orgasm slams into you full-force out of nowhere.

It had been feeling good, but the combination of the tip of Hizashi’s cock hitting your sweet spot, plus the barbell along his pubic bone rubbing your little nub as he humped your cunt had you spasming, mouth dropping open and your eyes rolling back.

The next few moments are hazy, but you know Hizashi pulls out, lets out a low groan and then there's a bit of warmth striping across your stomach. Aizawa is saying something in that low baritone of his, but you don’t know what.

Your limbs feel like jelly, you feel too hot but chilled at the same time, feverish, sweaty. Shouta pats your cheek “Still with us?”

“Uhnh....” 

Aizawa laughed then, a full, throaty sound that made his stomach quake, and both you and Hizashi looked at him in surprise.

It was rare for the man to make such a noise.

“You good Sho’?” Hizashi asked, a puzzled smile on his face. Aizawa nodded, calming himself down a bit to respond, a broad grin still plastered across his features.

“I’m more than good, this is.... you were perfect.” The last bit is directed at you, and Aizawa leans down to kiss you, even though it’s clumsy and awkward. Still, he persists.

When he breaks away, he reaches for his husband, and pecks him on the lips, before shuffling backwards on the bed, your head sliding off his lap.

“Do’ya wanna lay down sweetie-pop? Or sit in the chair and watch?”

“Wha-?” You blink at the blonde, a hand rubbing at your puffy eyes. You’re thirsty.

“She’s exhausted, have her lay down. Plus, you can kiss her when you start getting too loud.” Aizawa prompts his husband, and Hizashi swats playfully at the dark-haired man, but heeds his advice.

You’re maneuvered up the bed, until your head rests on the pillows. Your wrists stay tied though, and your brows knit in confusion. Are they leaving?

No, Aizawa’s removing his boxers, Hizashi’s on his knees, his face by yours scrunched up as he reaches back to his rear.

A glimpse of Shouta’s cock, and you’re suddenly extremely grateful that you had been under his husband, and not taking the monster Shouta had been hiding behind his boxers.

But your attention is torn away by Hizashi, who’s holding up.... a plug, shiny with lube.

Shouta shuffles behind him, grabs his husband’s hips, and then Hizashi is kissing you, whimpering into your mouth as Shouta enters him.

You can’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for Hizashi. At least he’s going to enjoy himself, sharing that part of himself with someone he loves.

Bitterness rises within you as you realize; you aren’t able to say the same.

[august-anon]

I adore these, thank you so much my friend lol. You bring me great joy on this day

🌈 for Aizawa Shouta please, if you would? 👀👀👀

OH MY GOSH YESH THE GRUMPY BOI, YESHHHHH!!!

• People may look at him and immediately think: l e r and, honestly, they aren't very wrong aucwuvwkag.

• He really likes to tickle his friends and, especially, he is GOOD at it. Not only due his quick reflexes that allow him to dodge of any attempt of revenge/defense but because he is naturally teasy.

• He doesn't even has to try that much, really, his low voice next to any ticklish ear?? Instantaneous death. The moment when his bored expression open in a smirk when he discovers a new spot? Double death. His stumble + raspberries? Or even worse: nuzzles?? Good luck to his target lol.

• He is kind of touchy during the tickles (if his Lee is comfortable, of course). I feel like he would just lay on his Lee to pin them down and give a lot of nuzzles (he being a cat go brrr).

• Now, it doesn't matter if he is the Ler or the Lee, he loves the c h a s e.

• Also, he as the Lee? ADORABLE. That grumpy bean can have sO MANY MELT SPOTS you have nO idea!!

• And the best part? Since light tickles can be relaxing, especially when targeting those specific melt spots, he doesn't even try to fight them off! He will just,,, lay there,,, low, quiet giggles filling the air.

• Sleepy tickles.

• When being tickled his body has two reactions: Full fighting, kicking and squirming or just falling limply on the ground, no moving, just laughter. There is no in-between.

• Is extremely weak for any teases that contains a cute nickname on it. Sometimes his friends will just pass by him and whisper something like "Giggly Toy" and he is malfunctioning for the rest of the day. He loves it. You can pry that confession from his dead, cold hands.

[heartsywritesthethings]

So I know we talk a lot about the bnha kids having trouble controlling their quirks when flustered, embarrassed, or being tickled.

But what about Present Mic?

No one is safe when his already loud laugh gets amplified to unbearable volumes by his quirk. How many windows in UA were shattered because of Aizawa taking advantage of this?

(Shout out to @tactickle for chatting with me bout this, thanks friend!!)