#bnha tickle fanfic

[gingerlee-holds]

I feel bad for popping a request in ☠ anyway

If you're feeling up to it, perhaps ler Todoroki x lee Reader (bc me and reader insert are inseparable /j) from MHA? Length, perhaps 900+ words if possible? But I'll be grateful for anything haha, I also don't want to force you to write more if you're not feeling inspired i'm gonna be honest here I haven't watched MHA in a long time ☠ and I have no idea what scenarios would be realistic because he's,, Todoroki,,

Personally i'm a sucker for evil/more intense tickles because I wish I was ticklish but if that makes you uncomfy do feel free to ignore :)

oh hush, you!!! i love requests, so thank you so so much!! i just hope this is somewhat what you wanted heehee- enjoy!!! i have a huge crush on this dork so that creeps in- also the reader's quirk is whatever you want it to be, cuz its not mentioned- also also!! im really really sorry if i fuck the names up cuz from what i know of the show, Todoroki is the family name, so Shoto is the given name but i could be totally wrong

i just wanna say that i really really like writing the rambly bits from Shoto about the book-

the reader is sorta a brat lol

Like Poetry

Words: 2,334 Pairing: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Reader Warnings: lotta fluff!!! not proofread!!!

You groaned as you entered the common room. Mr. Aizawa’s personal training was brutal today, and you were not looking forward to feeling how sore your muscles would be tomorrow morning. Sighing, you grabbed one of Sato’s cupcakes from the counter and flopped onto the sofa, confident it would be unoccupied. It was about seven in the evening on a Friday, which meant everyone was either in their rooms or somewhere around town. 

You huffed into the mattress before gasping at the sound of a page being turned. Looking up, you saw you were about a foot away from, in your mind, the strongest student in your class. He was sitting with perfect posture, reading a book with yellowed pages. On the coffee table sat a mug filled with tea.

Shoto Todoroki didn’t look up from his book at you. If he knew you were there, he didn’t show it. He silently read, seemingly fully absorbed. You sat upright, shaking off the embarrassment of almost landing on him, of all people. 

You cleared your throat and gobbled up your cupcake in one bite, setting the wrapper down next to his tea. Still, he didn’t move. Raising an eyebrow, you poked him in the side to get his attention, and the surprised gasp he gave made you giggle. Shoto looked at you, brow furrowed in annoyance, but his face soon softened when you smiled and waved.

“Hi!” you said chipperly. 

He nodded politely in return. “Hello, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”

With a chuckle, you shoved his shoulder. “No worries! Whatcha reading, bookworm?”

Shoto tilted his head. “I’m not a worm.”

You sighed and repeated your question without the tease. You loved that your classmate was so adorably literal. 

“I’m reading this book of old poetry. I don’t remember where I got it - it feels like my family’s always had it lying around. I decided to read it today since everyone’s out.” His voice was calm as he spoke.

You were somewhat interested in the subject but mostly just wanted to hear him talk some more. It was so rare that he spoke. “Anything good in there?”

“I found this one that I liked,” Shoto said before flipping back a few pages. “Rain on lemongrass. / Ash trees weep o’er their lost sun: / Their light and love, gone.”

The poem made you hum in thought. “What’s it about?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” he asked. Taken on its face, it was an insulting question, but you knew Shoto was genuinely unsure whether to explain it. You shook your head in reply. “The poem is about heartbreak. A woman falls in love with someone, and suddenly, that person has to leave. The woman feels like she has nothing left as she cries into a world that has bigger concerns than her. Soon, perhaps, her love shall return, the sun re-emerging from the clouds, but there’s also the possibility that she doesn’t last until then, and the wind blows her over. Ash trees symbolize grief, so perhaps they may never meet again. The lemongrass, evoking a cheerful memory, is smothered under the rains that hide her beloved.” Suddenly, he looked up from the page. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was rambling.”

You scratched your head. “How did you get all that from just three lines?” You didn’t mind, of course. He was cute when he rambled. To your great surprise, he let out a soft and sheepish smile. 

“Well, I suppose I have too much time on my hands,” he said, looking away. You smirked and poked his side again, giggling at his surprised reaction. Shoto let out a muffled yelp and jumped, glaring at you suspiciously and rubbing his side. “Quit that.” 

“Sorry, Icy-hot! Can’t be helped!” You held up both your hands in mock surrender.

“Hm,” Shoto mumbled, looking back to the book. “This book was written entirely by hand. See? This character is slightly different here, here, and here,” he continued, pointing at different parts of the page. “And from what I can tell, its publication predates quirks, hence why they are not mentioned. If they had quirks, you would think there’d be a suggestion of their existence, no? Yet there’s nothing. For all intents and purposes, it seems like this book is a remnant of a simpler world.” His expression looked distant as if his mind were a hundred miles and years away. 

You leaned back, folding your arms behind your head. “Sounds dorky. Maybe you should tell Deku! I’m sure he’d be all too interested,” you chuckled, then looked over. If he heard your comment, he gave no sign. He must still be lost in thought. Looking down at his side, you saw it was perfectly exposed. You were pushing your luck. Then again, what is a hero if not someone who tries their luck? You pursed your lips together and quickly extended your hand to poke Shoto’s side again. 

But he was faster. As if expecting your reckless act, he set his book down and grabbed your hand before it made contact in one fluid movement. “You don’t listen, do you?”

“I do my utmost to avoid doing that, yes,” you said, giggling nervously. His grip was firm, giving you no delusions of escape. His hand was chilly, as if Shoto was threatening to encase your whole arm in ice at any moment. You tugged slightly.

He didn’t let go. “No, you need to learn this lesson.” Somehow, that was among the scariest things you’ve ever heard, right alongside the speech of the hero killer and Mr. Aizawa announcing an extra homework assignment before the summer break. Shoto pushed your legs toward the end of the couch, pinning you to his chest with both hands held behind you. You shuddered as Shoto said, “Now, learn well.”

Since both your hands were stuck behind you against his torso, you couldn’t defend yourself whatsoever when he descended both hands onto your stomach. You erupted into bright, bubbly laughter and kicked your feet like that would do anything to help. All that went through your head was repeated, ‘Oh, fuck, that tickles!’ 

You heard Shoto’s hum of approval from behind you as he clawed his fingers over the thin fabric of your shirt. “Interesting,” he mumbled to himself. 

“ShIhihihihIt! ShohOhOHohotoHoHoho!” You shook your head and thrashed all you could, but it didn’t matter. Shoto was stronger, and he would make sure you knew it. 

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked casually.

“STohohoHOAhaap!!” It didn’t have a chance of working, but it didn’t hurt to try.

“No.” Shoto’s clawed hands squeezed around your stomach in circles, taking a moment to dwell on your extra-ticklish lower stomach, which he took delight in exploiting. If you didn’t know any better, you would even say he enjoyed it as much as you were. 

“NohOHoHOhoHT TheheHEherre!” you pleaded helplessly, throwing your head back to give your torturer the best puppy eyes you could… although they were far less effective than you had hoped since they were quickly squeezed shut in uproarious laughter. 

“Here? Right here, yes?” Shoto released a flurry of pokes on your lower stomach as if he wanted confirmation.

You nodded and hiccupped, doing all you could to contain the blush that bloomed on your face at the sound of his cooing hum. Mercifully, he gave you a break, and you panted for breath against him. “Shihihitt…” you giggled, squirming in his grasp to get the ghost tickles off your tummy. 

“Here,” Shoto said, and you turned to see he was holding up his mug for you. Gratefully, you took a big sip of the refreshing tea, smiling a little at the warmth of it. It was strangely sweet; you had expected Shoto to only like the bitter teas, but surprisingly, the flavor was somewhat sugary. As if reading your mind, Shoto said, “It’s chamomile. It helps me relax.” He took the mug from your mouth and set it back on the table. 

Shoto cleared his throat. “Now,” he began, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Is my release dependent on how I answer that?”

“Yes.”

“Then… Never!” You madly giggled as you attempted to escape his grasp before quickly regretting it. He had you suitably pinned, and to further reinforce his lesson, you realized with terror that he was rolling up your shirt to your ribs. “Wait, Shoto-!”

Your tormentor didn’t give you time to finish. Without fanfare, his hands descended onto your exposed tummy. Instead of clawing around, as he had done before, he was using quick scribbles, which, coupled with his cold fingers on your bare skin, was maddening. 

“SHohOhoHOTO!” You had no idea you were so ticklish! By the looks of things, it seemed like he had been in tickle fights before, and from how badly he was wrecking you, he was used to winning them. 

He hummed in thought as your thrashing weakened. “Your belly button is incredibly ticklish,” he observed. It was, to your dismay, very accurate. It didn’t help that his cold finger was heightening the feeling!

“PLehEHehEHHEase! MeheHEheheercyy!” you squealed out, kicking and bucking like a horse.

“Goodness, you’re dramatic. It’s only tickling, Y/N. If anything, this should build your endurance. What if the League captured you? I doubt you’d last a minute before you spill everything you know if they knew this weakness of yours.”

Why did he have to be so monotone with his teasing? He sounded so casual as if he were still explaining the history of that old book - only he was speaking over your hysterical cackling. He was a fast learner, too: he was pretty adept at locating the spots that got an especially wild reaction out of you and cruel in punishing them.

Shoto’s fingers increased in pace while always keeping one wiggling about in your navel. “I know,” he said, “I get it; you’re very, very ticklish. Now calm down.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He was having fun! “I wonder… you’ve inspired me to write my own poetry! Let’s see…” He paused to think, unfortunately not slowing down the tickles, making you yelp and shriek. “Ticklish cutie / Squealing on the couch with glee / With a cute tummy,” he slowly said as if writing it down. With a gasp, you felt him do just that, writing down the poem on your belly with the tip of his fingernail. 

You turned beet-red as you threw your head back, your laughter turning silent. You had long since begun crying with delight, and tears rolled down your cheeks in rivers, but he didn’t stop until you started coughing. With a chuckle, he released you, and you panted for breath. You didn’t move from his lap, and Shoto didn’t seem to mind. He gently placed a hand on your forehead, tilting it toward him. 

“Are you alright?” he asked gently. You nodded with a smile, which he returned. His smile was inviting, like a sunbeam on a winter’s day. He slowly helped you sit back up and handed you his mug again. You eagerly gulped it down. The tea was warm and sweet, and when you finished it and set it back on the table, you realized that Shoto wasn’t too different. 

“Thank you, Shoto,” you said softly.

“For the tea?”

“Yes,” you replied, “and… for the tickles. It… helped me unwind.” You looked away and rubbed your neck shyly. 

“You’re welcome, Y/N. It was fun for me, too. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that.” He smiled again, a small treat like candy. “It’s nice to see you so carefree. You’re usually a ball of nerves,” Shoto admitted bluntly, making you sigh and nod in agreement. 

You basked in the silence for a bit before both of you suddenly looked up. That was the unmistakable sound of… And right on cue, the word ‘mumble’ began to figuratively float across your field of view. At its origin, you and Shoto saw Izuku madly scribbling in his notebook and mumbling about something. You swore you caught the words “ticklish,” “stomach,” and “squeals.” 

Behind Izuku, standing in the hallway, were Ochaco, Denki, Tsuyu, Mina, Eijiro, and Kyoka. The first two desperately attempted to quiet Izuku, to no avail. You sat bolt upright, glaring at the unwelcome audience. 

Eijiro broke the silence with a playful swat to the back of Izuku’s head. “You got us caught with your nerd shit, Deku,” he joked, making the green-haired hero look away backfully. 

“That was adorable!” Mina grinned, pointing at you. “You made a bunch of noise, so we wanted to check it out!” 

“You’d better erase what you wrote, Deku.” You spoke calmly but in a way that gave no misapprehensions about your seriousness. 

Ochaco looked over Izuku’s shoulder. “Doesn’t look like he’s gonna do that.”

“Midoriya,” Shoto spoke up. “Be sure to write that they couldn’t use their quirk while being tickled.”

You gasped at the betrayal. “Don’t you fucking dare write that, Deku!”

With a glance, Denki, Kyoka, and Tsuyu replied simultaneously, “Oh, he’s already writing it.”

With a growl, you shot from the couch. “You’re fucking dead, Deku!” Your classmates yelped with shock and ran down the hall from you, stifling their giggles. 

Eijiro, egging you on, tossed back over his shoulder a snide, “Now you’re sounding like Katsuki!”

“Oh, I’ll make Katsuki look like a fucking bag of pop rocks when I’m done with you idiots!” Your threat carried no heat since it was filled with giggles. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ludicrousness of the situation, smiling fondly at how much you loved your friends.

And behind you, on the couch, Shoto grinned with pride as he picked up his book to continue reading. He was glad he had been allowed to be so affectionate with someone for a chance. Absent-mindedly, he picked up his mug of tea for a sip but sighed disappointingly at the lack of tea inside. Maybe he needed bigger mugs. 

[roseytheangel]

Hello everyone and welcome to the first fic of Christmas!!

All of 1-A were in the dorms, the bowl full with names. Excitement on everyone’s faces with wide smiles.

Everyone took a name, few groans and few confused looks around the table whilst bakugou gave a side eye to the greenette who had an always optimistic look.

He sighed and stood up. A scoff escaping as he got to the door to his room to start looking for something to give/make.

—

Izuku sighed and started heading to the shops with shoto and iida to get gifts.

“What do you think momo would would like?” Shoto asked bluntly before staring in confusion at the two who just stared in shock.

“You- you do know you’re not supposed to SAY WHO it is..?” Iida admonished with a sigh of disbelief, izuku biting back a laugh as he wandered around before pausing at the perfect item.

—-

“Ok so everyone has their gifts?” Mina said quickly as she clapped in excitement, looking around the room and grinning at the nods she got. “Perfect!”

As everyone got their gifts the chaos ensued, cheers, smiles and grateful thanks dances in the air as talk and chatter joined. Nobody noticing katsuki sitting next to izuku before staring at him.

“Oi loser.. I want to.. ugh..” he groaned before chucking a green and orange box at izuku and standing up to go and leave.

Izuku paused and flinched before catching the box and starting to open the box, almost dropping it as he stared at the gift in excitement, a new pair of gloves and an all might pin. He sighed and grinned, “thanks kacchan!” He yelled after the blonde before getting up to follow him and hand him his gift.

Katsuki paused to turn around and wait for his gift, his scowl softening to a curious huff as he stared at him. “Well? Spit it out nerd.”

He handed him a small box and a note that bakugou quickly opened- not that he was excited for the gift or anything! That’s stupidly dumb.

He stared at the gift, a picture of him and izuku when they were younger with a note of,

-

“hey kacchan, sorry I couldn’t think of anything else to make you. I hope this is good!

Lots of love izuku!!”

-

Katsuki gave a hum as he stared at the photo, a smile escaping as well as a tear.

——-

Hope you enjoyed gimme ideas for more pleaseeee cause I love doing this!

Credit:

@curses-by-crane-wives-rules

[kanene-yaaay]

Changed a few things here and there and actually added the new fics yayay

Masterpost [English Yaaay!]

Kanene’s notes: Soooo.. I guess is better I make this masterpost right now, because I’m in love with procrastination and if I don’t took this little sight of inspiration that I’m having, in the future, when I look at my blog I already gonna have like 12345678 fanfics and zero organization xP.

Then be welcomed! Get your chocolates, a coffee and protect your soul from all the fluff you will found beyond this point! Yaay! XP.

(/-w-)/ Masterpost \(-w-\)

Português!

English: You’re already here! ^w-)/

[~*~]

Continuar lendo

[queenendless]

🪶❣️🪽This Bird's Beauty (Keigo Takami/Hawks x Adult!Fem!Reader)🪽❣️🪶

A/N: Testing the waters and getting back to writing BNHA stuff. This time on my recent simping/comfort character.

AU time, already established relationship, tickle fluff, and emotional stuff cause I'm an emotional wreck right now.

Plus I have read a lot of tickle fluff with this man and now I want in on it! There is some in here so I count that!

The past month and so this bird man has been on my mind. And I need new anime husbandos to write for!

PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND OR REPOST MY FANFIC CONTENT. Rather reblog like and follow please and thnx u.

Another day in Kyushu.

Another busy patrol.

All to attain his long-term goal of heroes having too much free time on their hands.

Worn out, scuffed here and there, and gliding slowly above his hometown, the #2 hero Hawks was heading back to his favorite spot in the city.

A conversation from earlier surfaced in his mind.

“No villain stands a chance against you, Hawks!” One of his sidekicks ego boosted him.

“And no hero for that matter.” His other sidekick remarked.

Hawks chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Endeavor would disagree on that last one. Even the fastest hero alive can't handle the flames so well.”

“And does the fastest youngest hero alive have their eyes set on anyone lately~?”

“I've got my whole life before this young bird settles down in the nest.” That was his ending remark before saluting off to his crew and flying on outta there.

“Still …” He murmured to himself as he took a certain familiar route through the air. “I've already got my sights set on a particular birdie~”

A precious light amongst the seas of blurred smudges.

Saving you on more than one occasion.

Just a regular quirkless person.

Coincidence turned into a kinda sorta reason.

Spotting you between patrols and breaks.

An instant curiosity turned to intrigue.

Walking with you, talking with you about anything besides hero work, getting some fried chicken together.

This new constant of his day-to-day life as the #2 hero of Japan became the one constant he wished to keep hidden from the rest of the world.

One minute you're the breath of fresh air that he gladly partakes in. The next thing he knows, seeing you waving at him one day had his stoic face burning up at how much his heart was racing.

Your genuine gaze, your comforting scent, your infectious laughter —

Razor sharp vision spotted your apartment a mile away as he arrived at the more tranquil suburbs set against the rowdy cityscape.

He could immediately visualize you reading something curled up on your fuzzy soft rug in your bedroom, laying on your tummy as your bare legs crisscrossed in the air, your balcony door cracked open to let in the fresh air.

“All too easy.” He snickered as he sent several of his small feathers to zoom in through the opening.

Your recognition of the tough supple fuzziness that is his feathers stroking your bare soles had you rubbing away those tingling touches only to giggle absentmindedly as those feathers split up to stroke your heels, your topsides, and your arches.

Viewing your smile growing and picking up your melodious giggles through the sound vibrations in the air his feathers received had him relishing in his newfound hobby on top of winding down with you.

“Beautiful, inside and out.”

Your concentration on reading crumbled as you squeaked from those feathers wiggling against your toes, having you roll over and pull your legs to your chest, rubbing your feet together as your narrowed gaze homed in on those feathers floating back to the big bird man perched outside.

“Hey birdy!” Hawks' cheery face and tone had you at a loss between glee and frustration. “I've missed ya!” He was met with a pillow thrown at his face, taking the plush smack, catching it right after. “I take it the feeling’s not mutual?”

“It's been a week.” You stood up and brushed out your wrinkled attire as he hopped down from his perch on the railing before you, his ruffled feathers straightening themselves out. “And the first thing you do is a sneak attack!”

“Well, performing my heroic duties comes first, of course. Didn't stop me from thinking about you, though.” His flattery could only get him so far out of the doghouse, tossing the pillow aside. “And your lovely voice.”

“Can't see why though – EEK~!” The feather tickling your neck had you squealing and smacking your skin for not catching said feather as Hawks snorted in his gloved hand, smirking his ass off.

“Well cause I like everything about you … and you being ticklish is just a bonus.” He laughed as you playfully smacked his arm. “This is the thanks I get for saving you all those times?”

“Yeah, thanks a lot. I owe you my life.” Your sarcastic remark trails off when his tough supple wings draped around you, pulling you flush against him as his pouting lips and downtrodden eyes made you sigh in exasperated admittance. “Okay okay.”

Grabbing both sides of his fluffy collar, you pulled Hawks down enough for you to gently peck his lips. “Seriously … thank you.”

He blushed bright as a rose, grinning all dopey like. He cupped and brushed your cheeks as he returned the kiss tenderly, murmuring between breaks. “How lucky am I to have a gem like you in my life?”

“Flattery will only get you so far, #2.” Your airy remark was short lived as his golden-brown eyes gleamed with mirth.

“And your teasing will just keep getting you this~!”

His wings scribbled against your backside, causing a stream of squeals to come out, sounding so melodious to his own ears.

“No fair!” Your frantic pushing against his chest only drove him to have his feathers strike your nape. “Stahahap!” You felt your feet slip over your forgotten book, leaving it up to Hawks’ quick reflexes to keep you standing as his arms and wings protectively wrapped you up in his fuzzy cocoon, increasing the tingling sensations rubbing every inch of you. “Hahahahahawks!”

“So sensitive.” His faint stubble brushed the side of your neck, grinning against your skin as you squeaked louder. “So squishy~” He swooned, his arms flexing as he squeezed your waistline, wiggling his fingers into your sides plus squeezing them for good measure. “So squeamish!”

“I hahahate you – AAH~!” Him lifting you by your thighs had your arms and legs instinctively hugging his neck and waist.

“That's not what I see here, beautiful~” His smug smirk made you hide your flushed whining face in his neck, feeling the rumbling of his laughter seep through you. “But okay, I'll stop with the tickles … if you help me strip~”

“God you tease.” Your complaint was betrayed by your heartfelt emotion. Gingerly taking off his visor, his amused affectionate eyes watched as you also took off his headphones with slow tepid care, keeping you steady with his hands pressed to you tight.

“Ya know … you can call me by my real name … if you want to, that is.” He mused as he plopped down on your bed and helped you take off his jacket. “Seems only fair since I always call you by yours.” He pried his gloves off with his teeth, tempting you with his actions. “I wanna hear my name coming off your lips~” He purred.

Tenderly setting his removed items down on your nightstand table, you cupped his own cheeks just so you could look him straight in those golden-brown hues. “Keigo.” His eyes lite up right away. “K … Kei.” He audibly gulped as rose red tinted from his ears to his neck for indeed his blushing face spoke volumes of how overjoyed he was. “Can I call you that? Kei?”

He cheekily grinned. “Anything for you, angel.”

You peppered kisses all over his own giggling face. Prying his boots off with help from the heels, Keigo delicately pushed you to lie down on your back, legs intertwined, as some of his feathers tugged the balcony slide door closed before returning to his wings draping you both in their cozy protective warmth.

“I really did miss you, baby bird.”

He froze up as the sounds of sniffles reached his ears. The sight of tears making your e/c eyes shimmer like jewels are as mesmerizing as they are heart wrenching.

“I missed you too, Kei. So much.” His butterfly kisses to your eyes and cheeks were his way to cheer you up and show you just how much he cares for you, smiling as his stubble tickled your sensitive face enough to make you giggle and smile yourself.

“This optimistic guy is just glad to finally be home with his beauty again.” He sighed deeply as you brushed through his unruly messy hair, relaxing and leaning in to your heavenly touch.

Lulled by your caresses, he felt himself falling asleep, whispering as his droopy eyes turned to you.

“Y/n, thank you.” His lazy kiss gets returned by you, having his tired smile still radiating endearment as you both pulled away. “For coming into my life. Letting me be myself around you. Just … everything.”

“I feel the same way, Kei.” You confess as you too felt the embrace of sleep taking you in, using his chest as a pillow, slacking as having him back in your arms made it that much easier to settle down and unwind, straight to sleepy town. “I love you.”

Keigo's heart beats right outta his chest at that confession, admiring your sweet sleeping self, giving your forehead a kiss, curling into you, lulled by your soft breathing as it became his favorite lullaby. “I love you too.”

His wings settled back, pulling away to rest behind him as Keigo pulled you two to lay on your sides, still enraptured in each other, as nighttime swept throughout Kyushu.

For their winged protector took a nice long rest.

With you, his beautiful partner, safe and sound in his arms.

[catmaraudersfan]

Small rant about Bnha's Commission:

🤔

From what I've gathered about them, (mainly fanfics) the Commission seems stupid enough to think they only need to train Hawks how to resist PAINFUL torture.

😑

I have a feeling they deemed tickling too "childish" and that no "real villain" would seduce the enemy.

🙄

Obviously, it's not true and that villains WOULD do those things for answers, but the Commission doesn't seem the type to believe that to me.

Because they likely view villains as unfeeling psychos who only want to hurt people.

[lynnies-library]

intro!

hi tumblr! i’m lynnie, and welcome to my library! on this blog you’ll find fics that i love, as well as original fanfics from me! it’s been a couple years since i’ve written consistently, so i’m excited to get back into it!

the fandoms you can expect to see here include hazbin/helluva, marvel, bnha, vtubers, league of legends, baldur’s gate 3, love and deepspace, and probably more that i can’t think of right now!

i read a lot of tickle fics! i write a lot of tickle fics! if tickling isn’t your jam then my blog isn’t for you!!

thank you for visiting my blog! enjoy your stay! <3

my fics!

Recharging | Sett/Aphelios - Sett discovers Aphelios is ticklish while they’re cuddling. [ao3]

Keeping Secrets | Kayn/Ezreal - Ezreal is hiding something from Kayn, and he's determined to figure it out. [ao3]

[kanene-yaaay]

Oh yeah! This march 3rd (tomorrow :D) I will be participating of the whole qsmp language day so I will be talking and posting here in portuguese again! (gosh, it's been like, what? Years since I've done that kjhgfrfgthuj). So, please! Feel free to send asks in your native language too! It can be about anything! Ask about headcanons, curiosities about one of my fanfics, your thoughts on a character, my wips or if you just want to ramble about something you like feel free as well!! I will be rebloging one or two Ask Games too, for more options.

It can get confusing since I rb a bunch of things but my current fandoms are:

Qsmp

Poppy Playtime 3

Sousou no Frieren

ATLA

BNHA

Mp100

Sanders Sides

PJO

I'm more active on the 3 first ones but I am always glad to ramble about the rest! Feel free to ask about any other you've seen here too.

Just for clarification: I won't be acepting any writing requests, both for fanfics or for making a list of tickle hcs about a certain character, but I am glad to talk about ideas for future fics, my fav hcs about x character and simple stuff like that, hope it doesn't sound too confusing!

[kanene-yaaay]

Logical (or The One About Love and Friendship)

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

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

[~*~]

Aizawa loved to be tickled. 

He wasn’t ashamed to admit this.

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

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

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

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

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

It simply felt right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He still had one victim left, afterall.

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

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

He could never, ever get enough of this. 

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

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

Of course he did.

It was only logical.

[laughterisorange]

Your Hands

This is a BNHA TodoDeku fanfiction I decided to write inspired by a post I saw that headcannoned that Todoroki’s hands peel a lot and therefore would be extra sensitive/soft.... and very ticklish. Enjoy!! 😊

Todoroki has just finished his routine training session. He was getting stronger, but there was still work to be done if he wanted to be a full hero one day. And even more training to master his fire quirk, after he finally used it during the sports festival.

The words that Midoriya yelled at him still rang clear in Todoroki’s head.

It’s your quirk not his!!

Todoroki was snapped out of his thoughts as he rounded the corner and bumped into Midoriya himself.

“Oh, hey Todoroki! What’s going on?”

“Midoriya. I was just on my way to get some food.”

“Oh perfect. Can I join you?”

“Mmhm.”

The dining area was pretty empty, as it was later in the day. Once the two were seated with food, Midoriya turned to Todoroki.

“So where were you coming from?”

“Hmm? Oh. I was training.”

“Oh cool! What kind of moves have you been working on?”

As they talked the dining hall slowly emptied. Suddenly, Midoriya reached out and took one of Todoroki’s hands, and Todoroki went bright red.

“Uhhh... Midoriya?”

Izuku was staring at the palm of his hand which had some peeling skin on it.

“Amazing,” Izuku murmured “It seems that Todoroki’s fire quirk makes the skin peel after usage - like an actual burn...”

“Midoriya?”

Midoriya was snapped from his murmurings. “Oh! Sorry Todoroki I was just noticing that your skin peels. Here let me.”

Izuku used his fingers to gently pinch the dead skin. What neither of them expected was for Todoroki to let out a giggle and for his hand to jerk a bit.

Midoriya’s eyes widened. It occurred to him that he had never heard Todoroki laugh. Midoriya grinned, albeit a bit shyly.

“Heh. Ticklish Shouto?”

If Todoroki could’ve gotten redder, he would have.

Midoriya, always one to base things on evidence, began to lightly trace around Todoroki’s palm. The reaction was immediate.

Todoroki’s other hand shot to him mouth in an attempt to stifle the loud giggles that began to pour from his lips.

“Mi-midohohoriyaa!”

“Yes?” Izuku answered cheekily.

“Ehehe it-it tickles...”

“Kind of the point!” Izuku said laughing. He gently skittered his fingers across the joints under Shouto’s digits.

Shouto squealed quietly and dissolves into chuckles. His hand was now away from his face, bracing himself so he didn’t fall over. The feeling was almost unbearable... but not unpleasant. He was having as much fun as Izuku was.

Izuku’s face reddened. Todoroki was cute. But he couldn’t be thinking that... could he? Todoroki was a friend. A good friend. But... maybe Izuku wanted more.

Izuku scritched and scratched lightly across Todoroki’s palm, and although Todoroki made small jerks here and there, he never pulled away. Which was interesting...

“Eheheahahahaha Izuhuhku!” Todoroki laughed. Then he suddenly snorted.

Midoriya stopped before bursting into giggles himself. “Hahah wow Todoroki - your hands are pretty sensitive, hahah.”

Todoroki rubbed his hands to rid them of the ticklish feeling.

“Think that’s funny huh, Izuku?”

Izuku stopped laughing, thinking that maybe he went to far, from the sound of Todoroki’s voice.

“Todoroki? Wait! Waihahahait!”

“These hands might be sensitive, but I’m pretty sure you’re more sensitive!” Todoroki grinned.

Midoriya’s laughter filled the empty dining hall for a while longer.

[kanene-yaaay]

So, like, Cementoss has the hiccups or allergies or something, and that’s making his quirk go crazy and he is leaving little bricks all over the place, then accidentally traps Aizawa’s ankle in one of them, but his foot it sticking out. Cementoss leaves to go get medicine from recovery girl, and Mic and Yagi can’t resist taking advantage and tickle him! >:3 REVENGE!!!!

(THIS IDEA IS MAGNFICENT AND THE FACT THAT I NEVER WROTE YAGI AND HIZASHI GANGING UP TO TICKLE AIZAWA IS A SHAMEEEE. Thank you so much for idea, everytime I write Lee!Aizawa I feel so silly and powerful sdfghjuwert The serious boi deserves all the cares and giggles <333

Anon who also shipps AllEraserMic: This is a bless sdfghjwer.)

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It was Cementoss fault, really.

“Don’t.” Aizawa tried to squirm, ignoring the way warmth started to crawl on the base of his neck at the image of Toshinori and Hizashi getting closer, eyeing his trapped foot with a glint that usually gleamed on his own eyes. “I am going to kill both of you. Hizashi, don’t you dare to step any closer, I am warning you.”

Of course it would be Cementoss, who insisted on working even with a flu, refusing to go home even when Snipe offered to cover the few classes he had on that day. Being surrounded by workaholics, none of his colleagues had any heart to chastise him when they all had made the same decision multiple times before (and would continue to make it in the future, as well), even when his quirk started to be slightly influenced by his condition. It wasn’t anything truly serious, just a few bricks appearing here and there when he sneezed and the floor around him getting momentarily more malleable when he coughed.

No one paid it any mind, at first, just poking a bit of harmless fun at the tired teacher, who would smile or roll his eyes at them.

Then the incident happened. An awful mix of a series of sneezes together with a coughing got Aizawa, who came to warn him Recovery Girl had some medicine for him and demanded his presence on the infirmary when he got caught in the quirk accident. He would forever blame the tiredness on him for the way a sudden brick made the underground hero stumble and fall, getting his ankles trapped in a cement arc before he erased his colleague's quirk. Cementoss apologized profusely and he waved at him nonchalantly, saying he would be a poor excuse of a hero if just such simple occurence hurted him, quickly sending the other off to Chinyo’s direction so he could get his quirk under control before coming back to free him.

At that moment, it seemed like a good idea. The perfect opportunity to take a long nap for a few hours while Cementoss got better and hopefully some rest before going back to his work.

Then, Yagi got into the room, accompanied by Hizashi, both carrying a stack of non graded papers and three bentos, probably using their free period before lunch to get some work done. Even in that moment, Shouta just relaxed further, a part of him glad to have some background chat from the two people he most trusted in the world to lullaby him to sleep.

However, instead of the excited conversation they were having when waved at him, Aizawa was met with a suspicious silence. When he opened his eyes, it was only to find the Yamada whispering something in Toshinori's ear, a something which made his face light up, determination suddenly flowing from him.

Their intentions just got clear when Hizashi turned at him with a true wicked grin, and suddenly Aizawa’s mind was flooded by memories.

A lot of memories filled with laughter, mumbled teases, wiggly fingers and joyful affection, specifically from yesterday, when seeing Hizashi try a crop top and watching Toshinori blush at a tickle scene on tv made a playful, cuddly side of him wake up.

And now he saw the same kind of playfulness reflected right back at him, making shivers and goosebumps run freely across his spine in expectation as his partners sat, talking nonchalantly, right next to his foot.

Anyway, everything was clearly Cementoss' fault. How dare he.

“Awww, what is the problem, Shou?” Hizashi, the fucker, grinned, years of friendship giving him full immunity to his frowns and usual death treaths. He started to slowly pull out his boot, giving a few reassuring pats to the trapped ankle when Aizawa fought back to pull his leg away from him, in vain. “Relax, relax, my dear, after all isn’t like the serious, grumpy pro hero is ticklish, right? That wouldn’t be logical, would it?” Teasingly, Yamada let a stray finger run freely across his soul.

Shouta pressed firmly a hand on his mouth, not wanting to let any chuckle or even worse: a giggle escape from his sealed lips. The voice hero just grinned bigger, slowly adding more fingers to his attack, letting them wander carelessly across the entire length of his soul, making Shouta’s job even harder.

“Don’t be so mean to him, Hizashi-san.” Toshinori replied with a soft tone, as if he also wasn’t scratching his absurdly long fingers on his heels and arch, sometimes even slipping them under the hem of his pants, tickling and scribbling his nails on the sensitive skin of his ankles. “I believe it fits him quite well. His laughter is so melodious and nice, it would be a true shame if there wasn’t any other way to hear it.” He smiled softly, totally unfazed by the glare Aizawa sent in his direction, quiet snickers already slipping from the cracks on his barriers.

“Oh my GOSH. Are you blushy-blushing, Shou? Awww, what? Do tickles make you feel silly? Do they make you want to laugh and blush and squirm away from our wiggly-wiggley fingers? It must be so hard to keep your giggles inside when you’re stuck like that.”

“I think you would feel much better, Shouta-san, if you just let go and laugh. We know you want to, but don’t worry! We will still be here tickle-tickle-tickling you until you feel ready to let all those lovely squeals and snort fill the room, okay?

“Yeah! Don’t worry, do you know why?” Hizashi turned at Yagi expectandly, his finger worming their way to rest nicely and cozy under the underground hero’s toes.

Toshinori smirked back at him, also mirroring his technique, using his free hand to hold his toes up so they would be able to curl in defense. “Because we are here!!”

“Fuc- Shuhuhut up!” Aizawa gave up, peals of laughter escaping freely from his lips, a hand attempting to half heartedly hide the gigantic smile covering his face while the other banged on the floor, trying to disperse at least part of the energy in him. The same words flowed from him, his brain too much occupied in thinking about how much it tickled to actually form new words. “Shuhuhut up! Shut uhuhuhup!”

“There it is!” Toshinori beamed at him, Hizashi showing his awe by cheering and making wolf whistles in the background. “There is that beautiful laughter! Now, I do believe we should see which other delightful sounds he can make.”

“That is what I am talking about, Toshi-san!” Aizawa made the mistake to open his eyes and watch them, seeing the way they grinned at him, Hizashi starting to move his hands in the direction of his knees. "Let's jam.”

[kanene-yaaay]

August look-

Look me in the EYES August how am I suppose to just LIVE MY LIFE after this fic just like I haven't just read a MASTERPIECE in form of a fanfic!!!!!!!

Really, I would FIGHT for you characterization. The way you write and describe both Aizawa and Hizashi's personalities is just so so so soooooo good! The way Hizashi is teasy and playful. How Shouta is a m e a n i e and grumpy and caring. I am WEAK

Sneaking Suspicion

TickleTober 2022, Day 3: Shriek

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

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Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia

Ship(s): EraserMic

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

Word Count: 1175 words

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

[ao3 link]

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

And Hizashi absolutely used these powers for evil.

Continuar lendo

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No Control

Notes: For the request by @veryblushyswitch. I had a lot of fun writing these two. Hope you enjoy! :)

Summary: Shinsou discovers something new about his quirk and decides to test it out on Kaminari. 

“I want to try something.”

Kaminari paused, his fingers still curled around his pencil as he continued to struggle over #9 for English. The two were gathered in the former’s dorm room for a theoretical study session, though thus far they had been doing little genuine studying. He shot the other a suspicious glance; there was something about the way Shinsou had said it that made him uneasy. “Try what?”

Shinsou pulled one knee to his chest, resting his chin on it as he examined the other. “It’ll be easier to show you than explain.”

“What do you—oh!”

Kaminari had been under the influence of Shinsou’s powers many times in the past, but it was always a strange sensation. To be in your own body and yet out of it at the same time, watching your body move seemingly of its own accord. It was disorientating, frightening, and just a little bit exciting. He found that he was still momentarily in control of his movements, though he could feel the invisible string connecting them, signifying that Shinsou could take hold of his actions at any moment.

“W-What are you doing?” Kaminari stammered, trying to keep the nerves out of his voice. He knew Shinsou would never do anything bad to him. Still… the way Shinsou was eyeing him made him squirm.

“Do you remember what you told me last week?” Shinsou asked conversationally, not letting his grip on his mind loosen.

Kaminari shuffled back through his memory, trying to pinpoint what the other might be talking about. Nothing of note had happened recently—except. A flush slowly began to overtake Kaminari’s features, a flood of butterflies erupting inside him as he realized quite suddenly the position he was in.

“Do you—”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember,” Kaminari cut in, giggles building nervously in his throat.

“You remember?” Shinsou recited, arching a brow. “I’m afraid you’re gonna have to be a bit more specific than that. Maybe we’re thinking of two different moments entirely. We wouldn’t want any confusion, would we?”

Kaminari was quite possibly going to kill him. “I… uh, I told you that I liked… er… you know.”

Memories of that day flashed before his eyes. A single poke to the side, followed by fingers scribbling mercilessly against his uniform, a lack of a protest, a sudden conversation. Kaminari hadn’t been able to meet the other’s eyes for the rest of the night. Shinsou hadn’t brought it up since then, so Kaminari had assumed he’d either forgotten it or was being polite to spare the other’s feelings.

Evidently he did remember.

Shinsou shook his head, pursing his lips in faked confusion. “No, no, it wasn’t ‘you know’. It was something else, wasn’t it?”

Kaminari grinned, biting his lip. “You suck, you know that?”

“Careful. Remember the position you’re in.”

Kaminari closed his eyes under the assumption that maybe if he couldn’t see the other he wouldn’t be faced with the embarrassment of saying the word. “T-Tickling. I, uh, I like it. Look, haven’t we been over this already?” he whined. “There’s no point in going through it again.”

“I know,” Shinsou agreed, smirking slightly. “But I’ve found you get ten times cuter when flustered.”

Kaminari flushed, wishing he could think of some witty comeback but coming up blank. “S-So what’s this about anyway?” He could already imagine the possibilities—Shinsou pinning his arms above his head, instructing him not to move them, all the while going to town on some of his worst spots. The thought had him practically writhing, and he couldn’t tell whether it filled him with panic or excitement. Possibly both.

“Like I said, it’s easier to show you,” Shinsou explained, and suddenly Kaminari felt his arms become foreign to him. Strangely he found he was still in control of the rest of his body, unusual for Shinsou’s typical style when it came to his quirk. His hands lifted off the table, dropping his pencil on the ground and slowly moving towards him. Kaminari watched in confused apprehension as his own hands came closer and closer to his sides. Once they were mere inches away from his hoodie, his fingers began to wiggle slowly, a teasing prelude. And suddenly, all at once, Kaminari understood.

“N-Noho, wait!” Kaminari squeaked, sucking in his stomach but unable to escape. He grinned nervously, his skin tingling with phantom tickles. “This is so not fair, man.”

“What’s wrong?” Shinsou asked, leaning back as he watched the boy before him quickly dissolve into anxious giggles. “It’s just your own hands. Surely you can trust yourself, can’t you?”

“You are the meanest boyfriend ever, oh my god, no, don’t—” Kaminari broke off into a stifled gasp, biting down hard on his lip. Fingers curled ever-so-gently into his sides, digging into the soft material and bringing forth a slew of unbearable sensations.

It tickled. It tickled a lot. So much more than he would have thought possible from his own hands. In a way, it was almost worse than if Shinsou had tickled him directly. He could see his hands, and he could feel them, the physical essence of them, attached to his body, yet he was entirely unable to move them. It was frustrating, intolerable, and impossibly wonderful all at the same time. He was going to kill Shinsou. Or kiss him. Or both. He would decide as soon as he could think coherent thoughts.

“Pfft, h-hah! Ehehe, ah, noho!” Kaminari struggled to hold in his laughter. It was embarrassing enough to be reduced to this state through his own body, but to burst into hysterics over it would truly realize his helpless state. His skin twitched and spasmed wildly under every movement of his fingers, sending shocks of feeling squirreling through him. He screwed his eyes shut, scrunched up his nose, and pressed his lips together as tight as he could. It was when his fingers moved in suddenly and began scribbling over his stomach that he finally broke.

“A-Ahaha, nahahahat thehehere!” he protested, attempting to squirm away from his hands. It was a useless endeavor—you can’t escape your own body. “G-Gahah, thahahat t-tihihickles! Stahahap!”

“I’m not even touching you,” Shinsou argued, holding up his own hands in demonstration. “Honestly, I don’t know what you’re freaking out over. Just stop tickling yourself.”

“I cahahahan’t!” Kaminari protested.

“Well then I don’t know how to help you.”

“Y-Yohohou—” Kaminari never got to finish that sentence, as hands slipped suddenly under his hoodie and shirt, getting at bare skin. Kaminari yelped, falling backwards and writhing around on the floor as he burst into wild, hiccupy laughter. “AhahAHAHA! No!”

Shinsou sat back, watching his boyfriend giggle and roll around on the floor with a soft smile. When Kaminari had first told him he liked tickling, he had been a bit shocked, to be sure. Shinsou himself was unbearably ticklish (a secret he had managed to hide well from the other), and had had a difficult time understanding why anyone would willingly ask for it. However, as Kaminari had explained the subject further to him, he found that even if he himself didn’t get it, it was clearly something that made his boyfriend happy. In the end, that was all that really mattered.

And he was forced to admit that it was kind of cute watching Kaminari fall into round after round of helpless laughter, his face flushed with grinning mirth.

“You know, you’re adorable like this,” Shinsou commented, directing his hands down to his hips. “Maybe we should make this a regular thing.”

Kaminari arched back against the ground, kicking his legs wildly in the air. He couldn’t tell whether or not he loved or hated the idea of a repeat of tonight—possibly many repeats. He attempted a reply, but it was quickly lost in the flood of laughter that followed. Shinsou took note of this and momentarily dropped his hold, allowing the other a moment of reprieve.

Kaminari collapsed on the ground, throwing an arm over his face and panting heavily. “Meanie,” he said, as soon as he had gathered enough breath to speak. “You absolute… jerk…”

Shinsou watched him cautiously, his gaze flickering softly over the other with concern. “I didn’t… I don’t know, go too far… did I?”

“No, no,” Kaminari assured him quickly, glancing around his legs to smile at the other. “That was… kind of exhilarating, actually.”

“Really?” Shinsou repeated doubtfully.

“Yeah! I mean, it tickled like hell, and it did get kind of unbearable at times, but like… good unbearable? If that makes any sense.” Kaminari laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “God, I’m so bad at explaining things.”

“Do you want to do it again?”

Kaminari flushed at the question. It was quite possible that his face would never be the same color again after tonight. He sat up slowly, directing his gaze to somewhere left of Shinsou and licking his bottom lip nervously. “Yes? If that’s okay?”

“You’re sure?” Shinsou confirmed.

Kaminari nodded.

“You’re really sure?” Shinsou repeated, though this time there was a more teasing lilt to his voice that brought an unwilling smile to the boy’s face.

“I—shit!”

Kaminari jumped as he was once more seized by Shinsou’s quirk, his hands shooting out and gripping onto his knees. Kaminari squeaked, doubling over at the sudden sensation. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“Language,” Shinsou reminded him, his squeezes distinctly less merciful this time. Sharp pinches along the tendon in his knee had Kaminari wheezing. He attempted to somehow jerk his knees out of his own grasp, but his hands simply followed him wherever he went.

“ThihiHIHIHIHIS IHIHIHI SOHOHO UHUHUNFAHAHAIR!” Kaminari screeched, grinning helplessly against his self-caused destruction. Electric sparks buzzed at the edges of his fingertips, making his hair stand on end. Shinsou’s eyes widened in fascination at the unintentional use of his quirk. He would have to store that information away for later.

“Is this a sweet spot?” Shinsou teased, quite unhelpfully.

“YehEHEHeses, yehehehes, yEHEHEHEHehes!” Kaminari squealed, about to lose his mind if the devastating touches didn’t stop. He was certain that nothing could possibly tickle more than this.

“I wonder what would happen if I did this,” Shinsou mused, and suddenly Kaminari found that his legs were also out of his control, stretching out to reveal the tender underside of his knee. The blond’s eyes widened as his hands traitorously curved around his legs, beginning to trace nails gently over the exposed skin.

Kaminari’s eyes bugged out of his head and he burst into a round of pure, helpless giggles, high-pitched shrieks and squeals thrown in every once in a while whenever the tickling rose to a feverish pitch. No matter how hard he pulled or tugged in an attempt to regain control of his body, his legs and arms wouldn’t move.

He was stuck. Stuck in a tickle hell of his own creation.

“Shihihihihihinsou!” he begged, his hair falling into his eyes as he attempted to somehow curl up on himself. “C’mohohohon plehehehease!”

“Tell me that you love it,” Shinsou said, his lips quirking up into a smirk that had Kaminari’s insides melting. “Tell me that you love it and I’ll stop.”

“Buhuhuhut—” Kaminari protested, searching for a valid excuse. “Buhuhuhut Ihihihi cahahahahahan’t! C’mohohohon, plehehehease, ihihihit tihihihihickles!”

Shinsou shrugged as if to say the matter was taken out of his hands. “Say the words and I’ll stop. Until then, however, I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

It was such a simple thing to say, and yet Kaminari found himself unable to utter the few words. He howled under Shinsou’s attack for another minute or so, eyes squeezed shut as wild and uncontrollable laughter fell unheeded from his lips, before it was finally too much for him.

“FIHIHINE! FIHIHIHINE, OHOHOHOKAY! IHIHIHIHI LOHOHOHOVE IHIHIT!”

“Love what? I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to clarify a little for me.”

Kaminari snorted, body twitching under his own assault. “IHIHI LOHOHOVE BEHEHEING TIHIHIHICKLED! NOHOHOHOW STAHAHAHAP!”

The tickling subsided abruptly and Kaminari, now fully in control of his limbs, collapsed against Shinsou gratefully, a leftover smile lingering on his features. Shinsou seemed surprised by the sudden contact, a hint of pink tinging his ears, but after a moment he drew his arms around the other, rubbing firm, comforting circles on his back. Kaminari sighed, nuzzling his face into the other’s shoulder.

“It is entirely unfair,” Kaminari mumbled, face mushed up against the other. “That you can be so sadistic and so warm and soft all at the same time. People should only get to be one.”

Shinsou paused at the comment before shaking his head at the other and pressing a kiss against his hair. “What can I say? I’m a complicated person.”

They stayed like that for a couple minutes, the only noise the soft hum of their combined breathing. Shinsou found himself drifting off along with the other, his chin coming to rest on the other’s head, so he couldn’t be sure if he imagined what he heard in the next moment.

“… thank you.”

Shinsou blinked before burying his face into the other’s hair, closing his eyes. “Of course. Idiot.”

Needless to say, the two never did accomplish that day’s homework.

[simplysmilingdrew]

OOOOOHMYGOOOOSH!!! This is for me!? This is one of the cutest things in the history of cuteness😻😻 I LOVE IT ❤️💛

I literally woke up reading it like this, in a state that even a scarecrow has more style than me😆😆 This fic really made my day, thank you dear 💜💜💜

⚡️ Electrifying Results ⚡️

MHA (tickle fic)

Summary: Kaminari decides to bother Todoroki while he’s studying. This leads to more than Kaminari bargained for, and more fun than he thought he’d have.

Lees: Kaminari & Todoroki

Lers: Todoroki & Kaminari

Ships: Can be seen as platonic or romantic

Author’s Note: For the very sweet and talented @simplysmilingdrew! Finally getting to some of these requests. Sorry it took so long… I had a lot of fun writing this one! Hope you enjoy! 💖

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“You’ll never catch me!” Kaminari yelled as he ran for his life. Small giggles escaping his lips as the fun of being chased then tickled consumed his mind.

His attacker quickly ran after him. He was gaining on the electric student, and before he knew it, he caught him.

Kaminari let out a gasp and yelp when he felt himself being pinned down. His back against the cool grass with his arms stretched out to his sides. A chill ran down his spine as ice slowly began to engulf his arms.

“Todoroki noho!” Kaminari already kicked and squealed as the half n’ half hero sat on his waist, smirking down and giving Kaminari a poke to the side.

“What did I say about bothering me when I’m trying to study?” His cold hand reaching up to poke at the side of his friends neck.

“Hehehehehe! Toho nohot bohohother yohohou!” Kaminari tried shaking his head to get away from the cold fingers. Todoroki spidered his fingers along the other side of his neck with his other hand.

“Stahahahahap! Ihihihihit tihihickles!”

“It’s supposed to. Thank you for clarifying.” Todoroki moved his hands down to squeeze at the blondes sides. Kaminari jerked and squirmed under his touch. Small sparks starting to form around his fingers.

“I always thought Midoriya was our most ticklish classmate, but you may prove me wrong.” Todoroki teased, smiling at the blush on Kaminari’s face he got in return.

“Dohohohon’t tehehehehase mehehehehehe! Hehehehe mehehehanie!”

Todoroki pulled his hands away leaving a panting and pouting Kaminari underneath him.

“W-Why did you stop?”

“You called me a meanie. Clearly you don’t want me to tickle you. But it did seem like you wanted to be tickled because of how insistent you were when you were bothering me. So, do you want me to tickle you or not?”

Kaminari was speechless. He couldn’t answer that! How could he? He could barely say he was in a “mood” sometimes. Let alone say he wanted to be tickled!

“I- Uh…” Kaminari blushed and looked away.

“C’mon. I know you can say it.”

Kaminari still looked away.

“You’ve got this. I won’t judge you.” Todoroki said in a clam voice.

Kaminari turned his head to look at him. He felt safe. Comfortable. And ready to continue the fun they were having. He took a deep breath, and asked Todoroki to tickle him.

“No problem.” Todoroki laid his hands on top of Kaminari’s knees.

“Wait- wahahahait!” Kaminari lightly kicked his legs.

“Here, I’ll count down from three.”

“That’s way more flustering! Noho!” He yelped at a squeeze to his right knee. “Shh. I can’t count if I can’t concentrate.”

“Okahay.” Kaminari giggled in anticipation.

“Three~ Twooooo~” Todoroki sang two to stretch it out for a few seconds.

“Sahahay it already!”

“Well now I’ve lost count. Gotta start over.”

Kaminari whined through his giggles.

“Threeeee~ Twoooooo~ One!” Todoroki rapidly squeezed both kneecaps.

“YAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *squeal* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

“Having fun?” Todoroki smirked, a rare sight, and continued squeezing above Kaminari’s kneecaps.

“YEHEHEHEHEHES! HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT UHUHUNDER THEHEHEM!! IHIHIHIT’S WOHOHORSE!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA” He bucked even more when fingers scribbled under his knees.

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed.”

A minute or so of tickling later, Kaminari yelled out the word red. The residential safe word of the dorms for all the tickle fights that happen. Todoroki unfroze Kaminari’s arms and helped him sit up.

“You okay?” Todoroki asked as he tried to bring his hand back. Kaminari held on tighter.

“Of course, buddy. Now let me give you a dose back.” “W-What?!”

Suddenly, Todoroki was the one on the grass. Kaminari hugging him from behind scribbling along his stomach and sides. Even nuzzling his face against the back of Todoroki’s neck.

“Nohohohohoho! Kahahahaminarihihihi! Stahahahahahahap!”

“Awww but why? Your laugh is so adorable. And I don’t get to hear it often. Plus I think I deserve some revenge.” He moved up to Todoroki’s underarms. Laughing at the shriek that escaped Todoroki’s mouth.

“YOU STAHARTED IHIHIHIT! NOHOHO! KAHAHAHAHAHAHAMIHIHIHI! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“You go for my death spot I go for yours. It’s only fahahahair- Hehehehey!” Todoroki managed to turn around quickly and start squeezing Kaminari’s ribs.

“Nohoho fahahahair you tickled me ahahahalready!” Kaminari moved his hands down to Todoroki’s stomach.

The two tickled each other till the both yelled truce and collapsed onto the grass. Faces flushed as they painted heavily.

Todoroki yelped and covered his side when Kaminari gave him a small shock to his lower rib.

“Thanks for that. I really needed it.” Kaminari said continuing to look up at the sky.

Todoroki smiled and did the same.

“You’re welcome. I needed it to.”

[kanene-yaaay]

Secret Santa and new traditions

Warnings: I didn’t proofreaded it yet, so I believe it can get a bit confusing in some parts. Execpt for AizawaxYamada, all the relationships are platonic. Found Family. Ler!Kirishima and Lee!Eri. V brief Ler!Yamada and Ler!Aizawa. Raspberries. Brief angst. All the comfort. Domestic Fluff. Family Fluff. Around 2.000 words

Kanene’s notes: Haaaaappy dayyy @made-by-jade-222! Here is my part of our lovely Secret Santa and I hope you really like it! Also, I know, it’s long but look sdfghjsdfgh first I wanted to make it long because you wrote TWO fics intead of one so you def deserve something v nice and then I got carried away sdfghwqwertert. Well, I still hope it’s enjoyable!

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Before, Eri thought that happiness was a dream.

During her darkest days, she remembers imagining about love and care and the warmth that came with those. However, not even years and years of daydreaming could prepare her for the true sea of good feelings that having a family, a true family would bring her.

That love felt like a buzzing, a great electric sensation that made her fingertips twitch on her new clothes (which she chosen, after some gentle prodding and encouraging nods, in a mall trip especially for the occasion) legs swinging on her chair, eyes firmly clued on her Papa’s expression, his gigantic smile, as he opened his gift, with a calm and patience that made her breath hitch in expectation.

Usually, she wouldn’t be so energetic, much more full of small smiles and watching gleamy eyes, but today was special. Just like his Dad explained to her, today they were celebrating, which she came to learn that it meant having nice meals together, sleepovers full of movies and candies and gifts too. It wasn’t like birthdays, though, today was Christmas Eve, what meant that not only one person would be receiving a gift but all the people she loved.

(And here, presents were something special, too. They indicated thinking, caring about the person you gave them to)

And she could be the one giving them. She could be the one giving her love to them.

(There was also a guy called Santa Claus, who gave presents too, but she didn’t trust him.)

So, she was very, very, very excited now. They were exchanging secret presents and Papa was taking forever to see his.

“Yamada-sensei!! Just open it already!” Kirishima groaned when the Voice Hero stopped tearing the shiny red paper of his gift only to shake the dark gray box underneath it with a teasy smile and an exaggerated ‘oooooh, I wonder what is insideeee~’ for the third time. “At this rate we are going to be all old and grumpy when you finally open the box.”

Eri allowed her gaze to travel to Kirishima, who winked at her playfully, showing he wasn’t actually annoyed, letting out a giggle when said yelped at Aizawa and Yamada’s synchronized prodding at his side, squeaking a protest.

Eri was glad he was there. His hair was read just like her and Dad’s eyes, and, even if it took a lot of time for her to gather enough courage to invite him to her special day, she couldn’t help but feel more relaxed about her beaming and more frequent smiles when he laughed so easily and beamed right back at her, even more excited with the Secret Santa.

“No ‘sensei’ outside the dorms and classes, remember, Kirishima?” Hizashi tweaked his nose playfully before finally giving in and opening the box without any more dramatics. He gasped loudly, pulling a few pieces of paper from the dozen ones that filled the box with a distant looking gaze. “Affection tickets?” His eyes bounced from one sentence to another, smile getting bigger and bigger at every single hand made ‘Free Hug’, ‘Free Kiss Attack’ and ‘Free Massage’. His heart melted a bit. “I haven’t seen one of these since high school. Thank you.”

The last part of his sentence was carefully directed to Shouta, who hid his blush behind the camera he used to record and eternalize the moment, ignoring Kirishima’s ‘awwww’ at them. He knew how hard it could be to talk about your needs, and even if they needed to always try to be more open about their feelings, it was nice to have a way to say what they wanted without words.

“I helped Daddy to make those!”

“You did?” Kirishima said, taking a ‘Free Dance’ coupon with cat paws and little stars drawn on it to analyze while Hizashi was too much occupied with his victory dance. He turned at her with a warm grin. “Those drawings are yours, Eri? They’re  amazing!”

She ducked her head, softly whispering a ‘thank you’ before her attention being caught by Hizashi’s happy “I knew it! I guess this is a win for me.”

“It’s not like I was trying to be secretive about it.” Aizawa rolled his eyes fondly at his husband’s attics, pausing his video and passing the device to Hizashi as he standed, walking to the small pile of gifts in the corner of their dining table, pretending he wasn’t grinning at Hizashi’s thankful forehead kiss. 

“Why did Papa win?” Eri seemed momentarially torn between watching Shouta opening his own gift and looking at Kirishima before deciding to stare confusily at the red haired boy, her head twitching slightly. “We are playing a game?”

“Sort of?” Eijirou tilted his head back, his finger scratching his cheek. "Technically, in Secret Santa we were supposed to try to guess who gave our gift at the end, after everyone had already opened theirs. If you guess who gave yours right it’s a win, even if there is no prize in the end, but it’s always fun to try to get it right!”

Kirishima expected a lot of things with his answer, but not the fearful eyes that found his, Eri’s tune being lower than previously when she answered him. “Did I make Daddy lose?”

“No, no. I never cared about winning this game, anyway.” Aizawa, who had been watching this exchange closely, laid his present on the tabletop, voice soft as he crouched to be in Eri’s gaze level, holding her hands when they started to turn into tight closed fists and squeezing them reassuringly.

“Yeah.” Hizashi agreed, also stepping close, showing her a reassuring smile when she turned his way. “Your daddy never really tried to really hide who he got on Secret Santa, but see this way! Now that I know who gave me my present I can be sure to attack the right person with butterfly kisses! Otherwise I would have to give everyone all the tickly kisses and big hugs until I discovered who got me, right Shou?.”

“Of course.” Aizawa locked his gaze with his partner, having a silent conversation with him before directing his attention back to the small kid. “However, now that he discovered that I got the help of a very nice girl, we will have to share his ‘thank you’.”

Eri only stared at him and then Yamada, confusion still lingering on her face.

“Yes, yes!” Hizashi was quick to take over the conversation, slowly lowering himself to carry their daughter, giving her plenty of time to protest or squirm away, and trying to not coo out loud when understanding filled her expression and she looked at him expectantly. He snuggled her close, resting three kisses on her right cheek, each one followed with a loud, dramatic ‘mwah!’ “And, you know,” He winked at her. “I think I am not the only one who wants to say thank you here…”

A smile escaped her lips when Shouta placed a quick kiss on her right cheek together with a small raspberry.

Kirishima chuckled quietly behind his phone, glad he was able to capture such a cute moment on camera. The gift exchange followed smoothly after that, however, the future hero couldn’t help but notice how Eri, even if much lighter than the moment of the ‘accident’, was still subdued, much quieter and smiley-er than previously.

And, maybe it was only his older brother instincts kicking, but he was going to change that. Eri deserved to feel happy and safe on this day, and he already had a plan to cheer her up, thanks to Hizashi.

He couldn’t help the bounce that took over his frame as he stared at the colorful, well thought and handmade card on his hands where the words “Mainly Hero” shone, his eyes tearing up a bit when he saw a drawing of him, Red Riot, in his hero’s clothes. 

“So pretty and mainly!” He cried, proudly showing the present to Aizawa when he asked to see it closer.

“Right!” Hizashi clapped, claiming the attention of everyone in the room. “It’s dessert time so, Shou, dear, can you please set up the movies?”

The one being called nodded, already heading to the living room as the blonde walked in the kitchen’s direction.

It was his moment, now.

“Eri, pssst, Eri!”

She turned to him, blinking.

“I need your help.”

That got a stronger reaction from her, who scampered out of her chair and got closer to him, eager to be a hero to her heroes. 

“So cute!” Kirishima cried internally. 

“Are you hurt, Eijirou?” 

“No, no!” He quickly shook his hands in dismissal, trying to dissipate the worry in her gaze. “I actually need your help for a very important mission.” He lowered himself, whispering. “I need to discover who was the amazing person who was my Secret Santa to give them all my thanks! They gave me a really nice gift, you know? I would love to have her, uh, I mean, them! To sign up my card so I can hang it on my room’s wall and never forget their kindness.”

“You… you want to hang it in your room?”

“Of course! Such a great gift should never be hidden. I want to cherish it forever!”

She ducked her head and played with the rem of her shirt, proudness blossoming on her chest. She was happy Kirishima liked it. Very happy. Telling him it was her who did it would be safe, she decided, but she couldn’t help the light anxiety she felt.

“I was thinking,” Eijirou’s tune was softer now, his eyes dancing across the house, looking from the living room to the kitchen. “You know that family a lot, don’t you? Maybe you can help me to solve this mystery?”

He smiled at her. She decided he was safe. She nodded with resolution.

“It was me.”

“You?!” Eijirou gasped and then beamed, as if nothing in the world could make him happier in that moment. “You are my secret santa?! Eri, that is so amazing!” He hugged her, who eagerly returned the gesture, giggling happily, legs kicking when he got up and spun with joy. “Eri! That means now I can give you all my thank you tickles!”

“Tickles?” She stared at him with a shiny in her eyes, a hint of a squeal on her voice. 

“And raspberries too.” He nodded seriously. “It’s the tradition, you know. Just like Hizashi-san has his thank you butterfly kisses, I have my thank you tickly-tickles!” He adjusted his grip on her so he could free his hand, teasily wiggling his fingers at her. “Full of silly wiggly wiggles and scribbly scribbles!”

She squealed and hid her face on his neck, a couple of titters escaping and slightly tickling his neck. Oh well, he could endure a few tickles if that meant keeping such a joyful expression on his little sister. Then, he attacked, being careful as his fingers scratched her ribs, prodding and poking every single one before worming his hand under her armpit, fishing louder laughter.

“Kirihihihihihi!” She kicked her legs, squirming happily around. “Ahahahaha! It tihihihickles!”

“Yes, it does! That is why they’re called Thank You Tickles. You have such wonderful giggles, Eri-chan!” After a couple of minutes, he decided to give her a breather, changing his attacks to lightly tickle her neck, leading a sea of titters to fill the room. "Thank you for making my gift, I loved, loved, loved it!” At each word he gave her side a small, quick squeeze. 

“Yohohohoou’re welcome! Ehehehe!”

Kirishima chuckled as he waited a couple of minutes for the uncontrollable giggles to end, which took way longer than the normal because, everytime their eyes locked together, he insisted on making a silly face, starting all the laughter again.

“No more silly faces!!” She pushed his face away, hiding her own on his chest, and how could he ever say no to this?

“No more silly faces, I promise.” He agreed, finally letting their laughter disappear. 

Then his eyes got a dangerous gleam.

“Do you want to know how much I love your gift?”

Eri, the pure, innocent angel, beamed and nodded.

“Thiiiiiiiiiiiiis amount!!!” He took the biggest breath he could muster, lowering his head and delivering a gigantic raspberry on her tummy. For the next few seconds, only squeals, belly laughter and snorts could be heard in the house.

After such an attack, Kirishima snuggled her close, hugging and slightly swaying her body from a side to another as her remaining giggles hit his neck and her arms returned his embrace, the incident completely forgotten.

“Love you, lil sis.”

“Love you too, Eiji.”

When Kirishima opened his eyes, he couldn’t help the light blush that covered his cheeks as he noticed Aizawa and Hizashi’s grin, the latter proudly holding his phone, probably adding a new video to the gallery.

“Noooo.” He half-heartedly complained, lowering Eri on the ground, who immediately ran to her Papa to tell how much Kirishima liked her gift.

That way, with both occupied in their conversation, Kirishima was left alone to notice the exact moment Aizawa’s fond gaze turned into something much more playful and dangerous.

“Thank you tickles? Now, that is a very interesting tradition to discover.” Suddenly, shivers were running across the red haired boy's spine, adrenaline filling his veins. “Especially considering you were my Secret Santa.”

Kirishima turned around and ran.

[kohakuarisaka]

Subspace [chapter 7 of ?]

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Your dom let you drop, and Hawks picked you back up. It was an act of kindness; and yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about each other since, and what could be. Suddenly, your relationship with your boss became so deliciously improper.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Dom!Hawks and Sub!reader. Female reader with female genitals. BDSM elements. Kink discussion. Aftercare. Consensual rough sex. Feral behavior. Wing kink and feather play. Consensual dirty talk and verbal abuse. Unprotected sex. Penis in vagina sex. Oral sex. Bondage & Shibari. Master/slave play. Biting/choking. Degradation. Vibrators & anal plugs.

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 4 • Chapter 5 • Chapter 6 • Chapter 7 • future chapters coming soon~

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The thing was-

Hawks knew that it looked like he got nothing out of this, being the primary giver and lavishing you with attention, as much as his hands and mouth could deliver, even throwing in the occasional feather when he was in the mood for it.

But, the truth was, he felt spoiled when he got to see you like this.

"What do you say?" Hawks whispered harshly, hot breath fanning the expansion of your neck.

When you didn't respond quickly enough, not that Hawks gave you much time to do so, he reeled his hand back, and delivered it, open palmed, onto your bare ass cheek. The skin on skin contact resulted in a loud smack that echoed in the space around you.

You cried out with a jolt as pain danced across your skin. Over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of the evil grin he was wearing. Your eyes trailed up, seeking out his gold orbs. You had seen them several times by now; but, you doubted you would ever get over the way his pupils narrowed into slits when he played with you, like a hungry animal on the prowl.

You had showed up to Hawks' apartment in a skirt today - the kind not the least bit suitable for work, but perfectly suitable for public, and not at all what you would consider indecent-

-and it was the best idea you'd ever had.

Hawks completely bypassed the bedroom and any other formalities, dragging you by your elbow to the kitchen like a man possessed. There was something startingly arousing about the way he yanked you through the apartment, staring hungrily at your bare legs.

He had asked for your color before a heavy hand bent you over the counter top while the other flipped up your skirt.

You had lost track of time after that, lost on the feeling of his fingers dragging in and out of your cunt while a feather pulsed at your pearl like a weak heartbeat. Your underwear and modesty shorts had been yanked down long ago and were still hooked on one of your ankles.

"Say 'thank you, sir'," he instructed in a dangerous growl.

He spanked you again, and again, and again, progressively harder and harder, until your skin was striking red and he finally stopped.

Your face was resting on the granite, cheek and chest flush with the hard material. Your hands were tied behind you at your lower back by something that felt very much like a satin tie, not that you got a look at it. Your shirt was disheveled a bit, just enough that he could gnaw at your neck.

You couldn't turn your head enough to be able to look at his face properly, unless he leaned close enough; but, the sight of his wings behind you was enough to ease any discomfort at the lack of intimacy.

Suddenly, his lips were touching your ear, tickling with soft bites and smooth lips; you unconsciously flinched away.

With a snarl, he spanked you again, earning a startled cry.

"Say 'thank you, sir'," again, in that dangerous tone, he demanded.

You resisted, drawing your bottom lip beneath your upper teeth. Hawks growled and slapped your ass again. You gasped, the sound breaking off into a choked breath when he smacked you again. His hand came back gently after that, long fingers stretched over your plump flesh while his palm settled over the flaring, tender skin.

His teeth grazed your throat in what you perceived as a warning.

Some dark, distant part of your mind told you to mouth off and get a taste of that punishment he claimed you wouldn't want. You wanted to know what he was like when you disobeyed.

Brief mental images flashed through your mind; but, as curious as you were, you knew better. It would be best if you discussed it first, and it would be unfair to give him whiplash like that.

So, you surrendered, moaning out, "thank you, sir."

"Was that so hard?" he cooed, like he was reprimanding a child.

His fingers, that you had nearly forgotten about, suddenly were pulled out of your heated sex. You cried - actually sobbed, loudly - in protest.

Hawks laughed, like some kind of villain.

He planted that hand, fingers wet with your arousal, over the curve of your other ass cheek. His hands kneaded the flesh for a brief moment, thumbs digging into the space between. You only realized he had dropped to his knees when you felt a sloppy, wet tongue breach your entrance with no preamble.

You trembled on the counter top, sobbing at his assault. One of his hands let go of your ass, and you heard the snap of elastic before he moaned into your heated flesh. You couldn't turn enough to get a look, but heard and saw Hawks' wings faintly beat the air.

He lapped his tongue over your clit before slipping right back into your hot core. He moved it obscenely, sloppy drags over your folds and pressing hard against your walls.

You couldn't, though you tried, turn enough to get a good look at him; but, you shifted one of your legs, just enough to brush him arm. Your calf touched his forearm and felt an unmistakable movement, giving away his actions.

"No - no - please. I want to-" you whimpered, breaking off into a wail when he used his free hand to spank you again.

He pulled away just long enough to snarl, "bad girls don't get cock."

"I'll be good!" you protested in a sharp cry.

Hawks' tongue returned to your sex. He didn't verbally respond that time; but, you felt the way his hand squeezed your flesh, and you wondered if that was a good sign to continue.

"Haw - s-sir, please! Please let me suck your - agn-!"

Your weak protesting was rewarded - or punished, you weren't sure - with intensified movement by his feather. It was a smaller plume, yet as strong as one of his fingers, and pinched perfectly at your swollen bud. Your legs trembled, struggling to stay open. Hawks' firm hand on your ass squeezed in warning.

"I wa-ant to make you f-feel good-"

A vibration carried from Hawks' mouth onto your skin. He shifted his free hand and dragged the pad of his thumb over your asshole, earning an undignified squeal from you in response. He laughed at that, right into your sex, just the briefest pause before he continued the movements of his tongue.

It was too dry to enter properly, so Hawks just circled the puckered rim, pressing down on occasion to tease the tight flesh apart. That was electrifying enough, and had your knees threatening to give out, wobbling weakly.

You didn't really want him to stop; but, you had a feeling you would get a good rise out of him if you protested.

"N-not there - sir, don't - it's dirt-"

Hawks pulled back with a displeased grunt, and stopped the movements of his feather. You had barely a second to breathe before he pressed his thumb down, just enough to breach the tight ring of muscle and enter scorching heat.

"Don't tell me where I can and can't touch you," he snarled, turning his head to burry his teeth into the meat of your inner thigh.

Fuck-

-that hurt, and you screamed, body jolting at the sudden burst of pain; but, that was exactly the response you wanted, a punishment and some harsh words. He grunted into your skin before pulling back, dripping saliva all over the reddened skin and down your leg.

"Know your fucking place," he spat venomously.

You shuddered at that, gasping out a mewl when he pulled his thumb back to the surface. He circled the ring again and pressed down when you mewled at the pleasant sensation, cutting you off.

"I'm waiting, babybird," followed in that dark, expecting tone.

"I'm sorry," you panted. "I'm sorry. You can-" You paused to swallow loudly. "-t-touch me wherever you want."

"Why is that?" Hawks asked, condescending.

"B-because, I'm yours," you exhaled heavily.

"That's right," he cooed, leaning in to kiss at your sex like he would your face, lapping gentle licks with his tongue in between soft kisses.

"I'm sorry," you whined, wiggling at his touch. "I'm sorry, sir."

Hawks pulled back and shifted his hand away from your other hole, dragging his index and middle fingers through the mess of slick and saliva coating your folds. He gently pressed them inside your womanhood, just as the feather curled at your pearl began to tremble.

He kissed at the rapidly-fading bite mark on your thigh as he began drilling his digits. The wet slick sound of your sex was embarrassingly loud, and your moans barely managed to mask the noise.

Soon, he had a steady rhythm going, the glide so wet and seamless that his knuckles slapped against your folds. Your legs were trembling, struggling to stay up on your toes to keep the angle perfect.

"Don't ever tell me I can't touch you," Hawks uttered, a warning, and you shuddered at his tone. "You're so beautiful, so delicious, every-fucking-where."

That compliment had your head spinning.

As if to prove a point, Hawks shifted, and you felt what couldn't be anything other than his tongue drag over your other hole. You flinched so hard that your head lightly smacked the countertop.

He circled the tight ring of muscle, lavishing it much the same as he had your pussy. You cried out when he pushed in, breaching tight walls. A curious, wandering finger was quite different than his damn tongue. It was wet and slippery and so, so strange, yet somehow amazing.

There was pressure everywhere, different sensations melting together until you could hardly distinguish one source from another.

"C-can I - ahh - come?" you whined, shrill and undignified.

Tears stung at your eyes at the intensity. Hawks didn't slow down or falter. It was going to happen whether he said it was okay or not. But, it still felt good to hear him allow it.

"Yes. You can come."

The ringing in your ears drowned out whatever noises you had made. You trembled against the counter and Hawks was unrelenting until the very end. You came back down to Earth at the feeling of his lips pressing gentle kisses into your bruised ass cheeks.

He was patient, waiting for you to calm, before he stood up. His hands cupped your arms and carefully pulled you off the counter. Your hair was a mess, and some saliva stained your chin. But, you were excited when you turned and saw that his expression was still serious.

The scene wasn't over yet.

You kept your eyes trained on his, even when he carefully nudged you to your knees on the floor. It was a little difficult with your arms bound behind your back, but Hawks was patient and lowered you slowly.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, making a show of pressing his hand against his stomach and dragging his shirt up, fingers spread wide over the fabric.

Your eyes swept down the expansion of pale skin dusted with light blonde hairs over an assortment of toned muscle. You glanced over scars and some bruises that were likely only a few days old.

He had lowered the elastic band of his lounge pants beneath his sack. His hard cock was drooping forward, an angry shade of red and wet on the tip, a thick vein pulsing on the underside, and practically begging to be touched.

Carefully, you shifted forward, legs swiveling to carry you on your knees closer, and you pressed a kiss against the bruise on his hip bone. Your eyes had fluttered shut, allowing you to absorb the way he sucked in a harsh breath.

His free hand came forward, and he dragged his knuckles over your cheek like he was appraising something he owned. He wiped away the saliva drying on your chin, briefly teasing your bottom lip before he cupped your jaw and tilted your head back.

When you looked up at him, he was wearing a slight frown, pupils narrowed and eyes bright, gold glowing beneath the shadows casted across his face by the angle in which he was peering down at you. His wings were curved forward slightly, almost framing him, the upper bends flexed out wide past his shoulders.

"I moved you. I expect a color, babybird," he whispered hoarsely in a serious tone.

"Green," you replied sharply.

Your eyes swept over the arm bent at his torso, holding his shirt up, and briefly took in the prominent veins bulging at the back of his hand. He had a cut across the curve of his forearm, mostly healed over but still quite red.

"You look good down there. Beneath me, on your knees... where you belong," Hawks uttered, tilting his head a little as if to patronize you.

A small sound escaped you, and Hawks' lips twitched, threatening to break into a smile; but, he held it back, keeping that stoic, unimpressed look that left you dizzy and desperate to please him.

"You wanted this so bad: go on, then."

Your eyes shifted back to his core and you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock before dipping your head down. His length brushed your cheek as you mouthed at the sack beneath it. The hair there was soft and smelt faintly of soap, telling you he had showered right before your arrival.

Hawks grunted disapprovingly and you pressed harder, disobediently, mouthing at the firm bulb of one of his balls in something resembling a kiss.

But, then, you felt a patronizing slap against your cheek with a very careful, gentle hand. It was only three of his fingers, but it caught your attention like an electric shock, and your eyes shot up to his face.

"Do I have to give you instructions?" he asked.

You swallowed dryly, feeling a pang of arousal in your core.

Deciding not to push your luck this time, spurred on by the dangerous look in his eyes, and maybe just a little bit guilt-ridden at the very obvious state of his arousal, you leaned back.

You dragged your tongue over the tip, trying to make a show of it, and hoping the view was nice. Hawks' eyes flickered shut for a second and his jaw tightened as he watched. Carefully, you slotted your mouth over his tip.

It was difficult to stabilize without your hands and you shamefully couldn't take much of him. However, the way Hawks moaned as you sank down suggested he wasn't at all displeased.

"Good girl," he cooed, breathless.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you soaked up the praise with a pleased hum. You tried to take more of him each time you sank back down, adjusting the positioning of your head and hoping to find the right angle. But, alas, you could barely take half.

"So good to me," he praised, pushing your hair out of your face.

His hand curled around the back of your head, the lower half of his hand cupping your neck. You froze up, fearing he was going to grab you and force you down. Feeling the sudden stiffen of your muscles, Hawks immediately shifted his hand to your cheek and pushed you off his length.

"Do you need to stop?" he asked, the intensity of his voice still present, but more gentle.

"N-no. I just - I'm fine-" you stammered away.

"Babybird, tell me," he uttered, in that sultry, dark tone that left no room for argument. It wasn't cold or upset. It was commanding in a gentle, caring sort of way.

You were helpless to do anything but confess.

"I thought you were - were gonna push me down. It made me nervous," you admitted, focusing your gaze on his abs, too afraid to peer up at his face.

He had a light purple bruise by his belly button. It wasn't easy to imagine a villain getting the jump on him; but, it made you want to kiss it better.

"I won't," he promised in a tone that was not the slightest bit irritated or displeased.

"We can stop," he added on sharply.

"No. I want to make you come," you protested softly.

" Are you-..."

'Sure' is what you were certain he was going to say. But, maybe Hawks knew that you were just a little tired of that.

He sighed hoarsely. "Okay - okay. Color?" he requested, fingertips moving along your hairline.

You exhaled softly, basking in the feel of his callouses dragging along your skin. You tilted your head back and sighed again when he moved his hand around to cup your cheek.

His palm was warm, a little rough. You hadn't been doing this together for very long; yet, his touch felt familiar.

-and safe.

"Green," you murmured, tilting your head into his touch like a cat.

Hawks exhaled slowly and weaved his hand through your hair and over the back of your head. His thumb traced the skin behind your ear before joining the rest of his hand in your hair.

"Then, show me how much you love my cock."

You leaned in, deciding to fulfill a fantasy before returning to his need. You dragged your tongue over the expansion of muscles over his abdomen and basked in the low hiss he exhaled.

It was probably intended to be a warning sound.

His cock throbbed against your cheek as you moved back down, lapping pre-come off the slit before carefully slotting your mouth over the length of him.

"That's it."

As promised, Hawks' hand didn't move you. He had a grip on your hair, just enough to ground him, but not enough to hinder your movements. Occasionally, you felt his fingernails bite into your skin. But, it was more thrilling than it was concerning.

You could do a better job with your hands in aid; but, he was enjoying the view just a little too much to free you. Your arms bent back and bound forced your spine to arch and he could see the way your hands twitched desperately, seeking escape.

He hadn't even considered forcing you down until you voiced the worry yourself. Watching you lean forward and desperately try to get your mouth on him was more than enough: seeing you bob your head eagerly and try to swallow as much as you could, humming over his length every time he praised you.

It was the want, the need, the desperation, all for him, that was thrilling.

"-m close," he warned in a sudden, harsh exhale.

You hummed in acknowledgement and continued bobbing your head, trying to stay composed when his tip brushed just a little too deep.

"You want it in your mouth, you dirty little thing," he observed, his grip on your hair tightening.

Hawks babbled on breathlessly, "never - fucking - get tired of that cute little mouth of yours. Trying so hard to take my cock - fuck. God, look at you - feels so fucking good - ahnn-"

His shaft twitched against your gummy walls and he let out a low groan, the last bit of warning you got. His grip on your head was suddenly gone and you heard Hawks' hand smack onto the counter. He gripped the edge harshly, unconsciously shifting his hips a little to chase that pleasure.

You lulled your jaw as much as you could, feeling him throb again before come spurted out the tip. His hips pushed forward unconsciously, but you managed to remain calm, focused on swallowing his load in time with the spurts.

The taste wasn't lost on you, just a little tangy and almost sweet, startlingly warm. His thighs trembled, carrying along his body in a full shudder; but, his feet remained firmly planted on the floor.

As soon as he was done, Hawks cupped your cheek and carefully pulled you off. He was still hard, glistening wet with your saliva, and dribbling a glob of come that clung to the tip. His panting was loud and you could see his chest moving rapidly in your peripheral.

You leaned back in and lapped your tongue at the tip to clean him off properly. The tang was heavier now and you were almost embarrassed at how much you liked it.

The startled yelp Hawks released melted away any shame. You drew him back in, sinking halfway down and relishing the broken moan he made. It cut off into a hoarse hiccup. The hand cupping your cheek slid down and cupped the side of your neck.

"-fucking hell," he hissed, thumb nudging at the edge of your lips.

You leaned back, freeing his cock with a sloppy slurp and peered up to see Hawks' head tilted back. You looked over the curve of his neck, the prominent bulge of his adam's apple, watched it bob as he swallowed. There was a dusting of short hairs along his jawline, pale blonde and prickly.

His wings were stretched out, one awkwardly curled against the island and the other jutted against the cabinets on the other side. The kitchen was big, but not big enough to support his wingspan, and it looked a little uncomfortable.

He drew his wings in with a sudden flex. The appendages trembled briefly, feathers bristled, before softening and curling in elegantly against his back. A stray feather whipped through the velvet bindings between your wrists, freeing you effortlessly.

A large hand smoothed over your head in a condescending way, fingers gently dragging through your hair. You lifted sore arms and carefully tucked his testicles and cock back into his pants, adjusting the hem until it looked comfortable.

Hawks let go of his shirt, and suddenly both hands were on you. He knelt down and pulled you up by your waist. His arms trapped you against his larger frame and lips suddenly descended upon yours feverishly.

You were helpless to resist, not that you had any desire to. His needy kisses were a barrage of wet smacks against your face and your hands clung to his shoulders. Each other's essences mingled on your tongues, becoming one in your mouth.

He leaned back after some time and pressed his forehead against yours, stretching his hands wide against the lower curve of your back. Hawks let out a deep-rooted sigh and leaned into you, holding your boneless frame against his.

"You're so good to me," he uttered, warm breath fanning your face.

You hummed disagreeingly, and Hawks chuffed hoarsely, as if insulted.

"You spoil me," you retorted smoothly.

"Baby, baby, baby," Hawks cooed between sloppy kisses. "I just got my life sucked out through my dick."

"Charming," you laughed.

"I - ugh - I like your skirt," he offered in something that you assumed was supposed to be an apology for the location and suddenness.

"Thanks," you snorted.

Hawks stepped back and your hands fell onto his shoulders for balance as he knelt down. He worked your underwear off your ankle, looking laughably sheepish as he stood up, holding the garments in his hand.

"I should lotion that," he suggested, tilting his head a little to the side.

A few minutes later and some awkward shuffling around, Hawks was sitting on the couch, and you were sprawled across his lap, on your front, chest in the cushions, legs stretched out, and skirt flipped up, bare ass exposed to his living room.

You were leaning up on your elbows, torso twisted to stare at the TV while Hawks delicately massaged a cool lotion onto your sore ass cheeks as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"You actually watch th-?" he asked, immediately silenced by your sharp shooshing.

"It's good!" you defended.

Hawks was a hero, so murder mystery dramas were likely not his thing. It was understandable, seeing as he almost lived that life, and didn't need it dramatized for entertainment. However, a few commercial breaks later, it was clear that the man was more invested than he cared to admit.

"How did you know it was her?" he gawked, as if annoyed that you had figured it out before him.

"She didn't know he changed the will - come on, money's the oldest reason," you answered with a laugh.

Hawks waited until your skin was mostly dry to flip your skirt back over and offered you your underwear. He looked like an annoyed child as he watched you put them back on, a heavy frown on his lips and disappointment in his eyes. Really, you couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you need to leave?" he asked in a soft voice.

"I thought you-" you began, trailing off as you wondered if that was an invitation.

"I'm not done," Hawks added on quickly, insistently.

His hands grabbed at your waist and tugged you back onto the couch; he laughed at the startled yelp you squeaked out.

You had watched an episode of your favorite show together, and he yapped through the whole thing, massaging oil into the skin he had beaten red; he was most certainly was done, but-

"I'm not in a hurry," you answered quietly, leaning into his side.

"I can order takeout?" he offered, sounding distant and nervous.

Aftercare... It was just a part of aftercare.

"Is it chicken?"

"You know me so well."

[italeean]

Top 22 of 2022 Tag Game

Thanks @otomiya-tickles and @myreygn for the tag!!

Since it's my first year, everything should count as new to me, so I'll also put "older" fandoms and ships

Part 1: Fandom Faves

01 - Favorite Fandoms of the Year

Genshin Impact, Haikyuu, Bungo Stray Dogs, Kuroko no Basket, Boku no Hero Academia, Yuukoku no Moriarty

02 - Favorite Ships of the Year

Genshin Impact - Xiaother, Kazuscara, Cynari, Kavetham ❤️ BSD - Shin Soukoku, Ranpoe ❤️ Haikyuu - Bokuaka, Kuroken, Kurotsukki, Yakulev ❤️ BNHA - Todobaku, Tododeku ❤️ Yuukoku no Moriarty - Sherliam

03 - Favorite Anime/TV Show of the Year

Yuukoku no Moriarty, Gakuen Babysitters, Free! Iwatobi Swim Club, Dahmer

04 - Favorite Movie of the Year

MHA World Heroes Mission

05 - Favorite Character of the Year

BSD - Akutagawa ❤️ BNHA - Dabi and Todoroki (can't decide) ❤️ Genshin Impact - Tighnari and Scaramouche (can't decide again) ❤️ Haikyuu - Kuroo ❤️ Yuukoku no Moriarty - William ❤️ Free! Iwatobi Swim Club - Ikuya

06 - Favorite Soundtrack of the Year

Ruu's Song from Genshin Impact (it was the first time I cried for a videogame)

07 - Favorite Book/Manga/Comic of the Year

Uno, Nessuno, Centomila (One, No one, 100 Thousand) by Pirandello ❤️ Il Gatto che insegnava ad essere Felici (The Cat that taught how to be happy) ❤️ Boku no Hero Academia

08 - Favorite Game of the Year

Genshin Impact obviously

09 - Highlights of the Year

Welp... time to sound sappy ig 🫣 Making an account here and meeting all those new amazing friends

Part 2: Community Review

10 - Favorite Tumblr Moments of 2022

Squealing Santa and Tickletober!! I've seen and I'm seeing so many amazing works!! It makes me feel like a kid in a candy store 😻

11 - Favorite Fanart of the Year

Aaaahh too many to choose 😵‍💫 I'd say this one, this one, this one, this one (a gift for me), this one (another gift), this one and this one (gift for my first milestone

12 - Favorite Fic of the Year

AGAIN!! Too manyyy 😵 I'll go with this one (it's so good and the fact that it was written for me makes it even more special) and this one (AAAAAAAAHHH SO CUTE)

13 - Favorite Ask Game of the Year

Probably the one I'll host in a few days 😅

14 - My Top Achievements as a Writer

Probably my milestones for this year and managing to balance my writing time study time, chores time and free time

15 - My own Best Fic of the Year

If I consider the notes, I'd have to say this one, but if it comes to personal taste I'm choosing this one with no doubts

16 - My most Underappreciated Fic of the Year

I don't really have one... honestly I'm not that well-known as a writer and all my fic received more love and appreciation than I could've ever asked for!!

17 - A Post of Mine that got more Popularity than Expected

This one. It's not exactly a conventional pairing (OBVIOUSLY PLATONIC) but it got really appreciated and it made me pleasantly surprised and extremely happy ^_^

18 - Something I Changed on My Blog since This Year

It's my first year here, so I don't have anything 😅

Part 3: Next Year

19 - Something I didn't post This Year but I'd like to post Next Year

Some sequels for some of my drabbles (from my drabble event)

20 - Goals for Next Year

Keeping a constant writing schedule and showing as much appreciation as possible to the other talented creators around here

21 - 2023 Releases I look forward the Most

Attack on Titan, the new season of BNHA, Genshin updates and THE FINAL MOVIE OF FREE! (pls where are you?? 😭💔)

Part 4: Spreading Love

22 - Shoutouts to People who made my 2022 a Better Year

@jettori my first friend around here!! Having you through this journey is a gift I still don't think I deserve 🥹

@fanfic-chan @rattypattyy @kaerichan-yatta @tickles-and-cuddles @tickly-floof @xsezzie MY LITTLE GREMLINS!! I LOVE YOU ALL SOOO MUCH <333

@mai-mei well... you've "officially adopted" me so I'll say it directly 😹 BEST. BIG. SISTER. EVER.

@wertzunge always so sweet and supportive 💙🥹 I think you understood that I almost see you as a big brother

@myreygn there's only a true sweetheart among us and it's you. PERIOD. ❤️‍🔥

@xiaosstepstool I'll never get tired of saying this: BEST. MOM. FRIEND. (Who's actually a baby in denial) ✨️🍡

@eliasiis the one who's not in charge LITTLE KID... You're truly a sunshine, always brighting my days 💛

@otomiya-tickles @skribblz @intheticklecloset Not only did I experience the emotion of having three of my idols notice and appreciate my work, but I also got the chance of talking to you without being an anon!! It was so much nicer and you all are three amazing people that I'll always carry in my heart

@intheheartofarainbow @kaaveh @simplysmilingdrew @fresh-thomato @vampirecorset @leeviathaaaan @rand0m-s1nner @lovinglyroses Thank you all so much for existing and being part of my life. You're all so precious ❤️🥹