#erasermic tickle fic

[tickly-giggles]

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

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

BUT onto the fic~!

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

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

Characters: Mic, Aizawa, very short amount of Shinso

Shipping: EraserMic

Lee: Mic

Ler: Aizawa

Word Count: 1,343

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“When I find you, you’re dead!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hizashi!” 

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

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

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

“I suppose he’s not here. Oh well.”

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

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

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

Mic chuckled airily, stepping further into the room,

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

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

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

Mic blushed slightly in embarrassment, and smiled shyly,

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

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

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

“W-Wait wha–” 

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

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

“I don’t think so. In fact,”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m fine.”

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

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

“Just… Please be gentle.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-Shuhuhut up, Shohohota!”

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

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

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

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

[zaris-tickle-blogs]

Hi, I'm Zari, ask to message, sfw only, and I'm a minor, so stay away adults >:/, I will be doing tickle fics for fnaf, Mha and other random stuff. Please don't hate.

Characters that I will be mainly using.

FNAF

1. Michael Afton

2. CC Afton

3. Golden Freddy

4. William Afton

5. Moondrop

6. Sundrop

7. Gregory

8. Glamrock Freddy

MHA

1. Izuku

2. Bakugo

3. Kiri

4. Denki

5. Mr. Aziawa

6. All Might

7. Presient Mic

8. Hawks

DSMP

1. Dream

2. George

3. Sapnap

4. Karl

5. Ranboo

6. Tommy

7. Philza

8. Technoblade

That's all for now everyone please leave no hate. This is my first post.

[burningablaze]

EraserMic Family - A Nice Monster

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

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

Lers: Yamada and Aizawa

Lee: Eri

Words: 960

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lolita-lollipop]

OK so I just read your last fic thing with Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a teenager and her preferring Hizashi over Aizawa and I love it!!! It's so fucking good and the flow and everything is amazing!!!

Not a request: just a funny concept: imagine Y/N preferring Aizawa over Hizashi and Hizashi is like ????? Bc he's the FUN parent dammit, why is their bby cuddling up to quiet and boring Aizawa?? And Mic being super annoyed when their bby doesn't want to cuddle up to him or relax with him and choosing to curl up next to Aizawa lmfao

😂😂😂😂 Just a funny idea

YANDERE PLATONIC ERASERMIC X READER (DRABBLE)

 If this isn’t facts I don’t know what is.  Mic knew when they agreed that Aizawa would give out punishments, that hizashi would immediately be the natural favorite. Because he’s the one to save you from your punishments, he’s the one to tell you that it’s okay and that he thinks your father was being mean too. 

Hizashi was always the one there to reassure you that you would be okay, he was always the one to give you a snack and some water after you got in trouble, and he was the one to wipe your tears when you were crying. 

So imagine his shock when you seem to prefer Aizawa over him. It's just the little things at first, when the three of you eat dinner together you sit closer to him, when it's time for bed you ask him to read you stories, you let him sit next to you when you were with the cats. You never let Mic though. 

then, as months progressed,  your favoritism became oh-so evident. It was almost like you actively avoided mic, and sought out Aizawa, which was so surreal to mic. Aizawa is the one who lectures you and makes you sit in the corner till you're crying your eyes out. So why. The hell. Do you. Like him. 

It was just so aggravating, how Aizawa let you lie down in his lap while he stroked your hair and kept you warm. The two of you never even talked! He was so fun and interesting, he loved cracking jokes and making you laugh and tickling you! Why did you choose him?

It gets on his nerves, whenever he sees you cuddling close to aizawa, when he sees aizawa letting you help him in the kitchen, when you stop crying when he comes around, and start again when mic does. Don't get him wrong, he loves you with all his heart, and he loves his husband too, but when both are pretty much icing him out (mainly you), that just pisses him off. 

The funny thing is though, you don't even really like aizawa, in fact, you almost hate him, and you hate that your mind wants you to love him. Mic’s original plan of making you have favoritism towards him completely and utterly backfired, instead of showing more affection towards mic, it was towards aizawa. 

Maybe it's just because aizawa was so much like you, of course you were a giant hero who could crush you in between his fingers, but you were so quiet, and sometimes solitude made more of a statement than talking ever did. Aizawa understood that. And he knew sometimes just curling up by a fire in silence with back rubs was better than talking. Hizashi didnt. 

Slowly the favoritism becomes becomes evident to both parents, and aizawa, while not intentionally, rubs it in Mics face, excluding him, doing cute things with you, knowing you wouldnt like him being there. 

And mic, we all know as a yandere, mic is very unstable, and as  you wear him down, the psychosis just elevates until he is held up by a string prepared to snap. And when it snaps, it's not good for anybody. 

He literally begins forcing  you to do things with him, you sit by aizawa at the dinner table? he tugs the back of your shirt to be closer with himlike a cat. You ask aizawa to read you a story? Youre getting Mic, and possibly a scolding if you complain about it. And even if you whine when he hugs you and the cats, or sits close to you when you watch Tv, he is doing it either way. 

And the more you complain about your “new favorite” (self proclaimed of course), the more your freedoms get taken away from you, maybe it means you have to be strapped down to eat dinner, maybe it means you don't get any outside time, maybe it means no TV, maybe you have to sleep in their room now. Eventually you learn that you cant play favorites, not when both of them are teetering on the edge of insanity. 

You'll learn to love them equally, 

You'll have to. 

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I recently discovered your blog and its theme is so comforting and your art and fics are amazing <3 i'm fairly new to the community and I'm currently obsessed with My Hero Academia. I wanted to know if you'd e willing to reccomend some of your favorite tickle fanfics for that fandom to me?

Hey there!! Aaaaah thank you so much, they bring comfort to me too 😊❤ Welcome to the fam!

Oh man, where to begin? There's so much good content out there. I'll start by listing some of the blogs I follow that make MHA content (though keep in mind most of these aren't MHA-centered), so you can check them out!

@intheticklecloset

@inconveniently-placed-cactus

@august-anon

@rosileeduckie

@duckymcdoorknob

@kanene-yaaay

@kiyachi-tickles

@volleeball-bo

@made-by-jade-222

@veryblushyswitch

@heyoitsgenderconfusion

@rareficsnstuff

@chockfullofsecrets (doesn't write for MHA anymore, but the stuff they have written is wonderful)

Now for specific fics - sorry this is kind of messy, lmk if someone has an idea of how to better format it lol

@ticklishscumbag: Strawberry Milk (kiribaku) / So Intriguing (Todoroki & Bakugou) / Patterned Socks (shindeku)

kiyachi-tickles: At My Mercy (shindeku)

chockfullofsecrets: Bedridden (Midoriya & All Might) / Big Brother, Little Brother (Iida & Sero) / Having Fun (Midnight & All Might) / Underhanded (Aizawa & All Might)

@eleiidayy: Even Now (Midoriya & Iida) / Stop Breaking the Rules! (Iida & Bakugou)

intheticklecloset: Shirtless (kiribaku) / Say Mercy (shindeku) / Some Kind of Way (shindeku) / Get Some Sleep (Midoriya & All Might) / Restless (Midoriya & Iida) / Pizza Party (Shinsou & Ojiro / Villains Don't Giggle (dabihawks) / Ten More Minutes (bakudeku) / Give Up, Kacchan! (Midoriya & Bakugou) / Sensitive Wings (dabihawks)

rareficsnstuff: A Good Mentor (Shinsou & All Might) / Babysitting (Shinsou, Mirio, Eri)

duckmcdoorknob: Can I Offer A Little Help? (Midoriya & Mirio) / Guilty Pleasures (bakudeku) / In the Still of the Night (bakudeku)

made-by-jade-222: Family Fun Night (erasermic, Shinsou & Eri) / Everybody Tickle Dad! (Class 1A & All Might) / Shy Butterfly (miritama) / The Cowardly Lion's Crush (Amajiki x Reader)

inconveniently-placed-cactus: Crush (kiribaku) / Responsibility (Midoriya & Iida) / Smile For Me (bakudeku)

@otomiya-tickles: Red Riot Hour (kiribaku) / Hoodie (dabihawks) / Special Training: Aizawa; All Might

rosileeduckie: Tie Me Up In Knots (kiribaku)

@hereforthefluff: What was that? (shindeku)

@impulsively-made-tickle-blog: A Coin For A Coin (kiribaku)

@spritewrites: laundry day (kiribaku)

This feels like it's barely even scratching the surface, and I'll probably keep adding to it the more fics I think of, but hopefully this will suffice for now! I'm actually glad you asked, because I've been meaning to make a list like this for a while now. And now I have some of my favorite fics in one place :) Enjoy!

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Christmas Patrol

A/N - Hey @witchy-giggles here is your Squealing Santa fic! Thank you for giving me some fun prompts to work with! I chose the EraserMic fic and had a lot of fun! Thank you for giving me the spirit for writing again and have a good holiday season!!!

Word Count: 3,801

           Villainy doesn’t take a pause on the holidays, which the heroes knew very well. The Pro Heroes without families would often take patrol during the holidays, letting the others have the rest they need and the time they want with their families, especially since it could be their last time to see them. Shouta Aizawa was one such hero, always enjoying patrolling on Christmas night.

           Glitter swirled in the wind from the celebration below, getting stuck in Aizawa’s long raven hair. He always dreaded the shower after this patrol, spending hours sitting in the shower, trying his hardest to strip his hair of the retched glitter, to which he was never successful.

           Children screamed in delight, lugging large boxes behind them in sleds, occasionally hiding behind them to avoid being struck by a snowball. It rarely ever actually snowed on Christmas, but a few heroes with snow and ice quirks made it their duty every year to cover the country in snow, at least for the day. Aizawa appreciated the snow, as villains would leave behind footprints if they were afoot. He didn’t appreciate the cold, however, as his hero outfit wasn’t the warmest. The utter delight of the community below him did warm him, just a bit.

           Legs dangling off the edge, Aizawa sat there in wait. It was uncommon for villains to cause problems of Christmas, but the hero knew that if disaster would strike, it would be in the downtown hub of the city. Mindlessly fiddling with his capture weapon, he felt a smile tug at his lips as he watched a father throw his child into a pile of snow, the kid’s butterfly like wings fluttering happily.

             “Merry Christmas Eve Eve!” Shouta lazily remembered his husband throwing himself onto the bed, his voice nearly as loud as it is when his quirk is activated.

           Rolling over with a long hiss, Aizawa reached out and pushed Yamada’s face away, not wanting the sleep to leave him so soon. Sure, he got more than four hours, a rarity for him, but damn it, it was his day off. Yamada crawled up his body as Aizawa groaned, his body tensing beneath his husband. Yamada wasn’t a very large man, mostly lean and spindly, but at this time, he weighed as much as Cementoss. Aizawa huffed, trying to shut his eyes tighter, seeking the void of sleep to take him back.

           “Merry Christmas,” Aizawa’s eyes shot open as the softest voice graced his ears.

           “Hey, honey,” His voice was gruffer than usual. Before he could do it himself, Yamada pulled back the blanket, revealing Aizawa’s head, hair an absolute disaster. Eri let out a tiny giggle, scooping up a tangled strand, intertwining it between her short, stubby fingers. She stared at the strand of hair, entranced by it, her curiosity overcoming her as if she had never seen his hair before.

           “Merry Christmas,” Eri repeated, voice stronger now. Aizawa let out a short chuckle, patting her on the head as he sat up. His hair covered his eyes, temporarily blinding him as Eri let out a laugh, provoked by Yamada pointing at Aizawa’s hair and sticking his tongue out.

           “Gimme five minutes,” Aizawa grumbled, glaring at his husband. Eri nodded and ran out of the room, Yamada’s hand in hers.

             “You’re being so mean to me!” A young girl pouted in the square below, her lizard tail thumping like a pissed off cat’s. The hero peered through his goggles, seeing an older child standing over the young girl, a dark cloud circling his hand, short flashes of lightning resonating infrequently. Aizawa shuddered at the boy’s quirk, almost feeling the raindrops washing down his face like they did that day, the day that…

           “You’re pathetic,” The older kid sneered, reminding Aizawa of a certain student of his. He watched as the boy held out his hand, palm flat, pointed toward the young girl. The small cloud grew larger as he continued taunting the girl.

           “Please, don’t hurt me!” The girl whimpered, hiding her face behind her tail,

           “Pathetic,” The boy repeated, then pulled his arm back with alarm. “Wha-?”

           “Stupid kid,” Aizawa muttered, hair swirling above his head. A faint glow of crimson glistened behind his goggles; eyes locked on the aggressive boy.

             “Are you ready?” Eri asked, bouncing on her toes, now wearing a Santa hat, much to Aizawa’s amusement.

           “I guess,” earning a smack from his husband, Aizawa recoiled with a grin. “Nah, I’m ready.”

           Eri clapped, following Aizawa to the couch. She nestled in next to him, head resting against his bicep. Yamada clasped his hands together, holding them in front of his heart. He too was wearing a Santa hat, that sat above his snowman themed glasses. He strolled over to the tree, which he and Eri had decorated at the beginning of the month, hundreds of lights in an array of colors glistened off his bedazzled sweater.

           “It’s time to hand out the gifts!” Yamada announced, hands on his hips, a bright smile adorn his face. As Eri giggled with glee, Yamada leaned over and scooped up five gifts, all with Eri’s name on it. There were about fifty or so gifts under the tree, all but two designated to Eri. Most had been bought by Yamada or Aizawa, but there was at least one gift from each student of Class 1-A and a few from the faculty or other students like Mirio. There was so many gifts that Yamada was nearly winded by how many laps he had to take to deliver all her gifts.

           “Got enough gifts, kiddo?” Aizawa chuckled, Eri’s eyes wide from the pile of gifts surrounding her on the couch, enough to make a fort out of. “How are you going to choose which to open first?”

           “Ah, here’s yours, Sho,” Yamada held a tiny box in his hand, adorn by a giant candy striped bow that Eri helped Yamada tie. It was lopsided, but Aizawa appreciated the gesture as he was handed the box, giving his husband a tiny nod of thanks. Yamada then retreated back to the tree and picked up his gift, which was poorly wrapped with napkins and duct tape. Shouta wasn’t the best at wrapping and didn’t have the time to enlist Eri’s superior wrapping skills. Nevertheless, Yamada held the box in his hand with joy.

           “What do I do now?” Eri asked, trailing her fingers along the edge of a bright red rectangular present, a green bow sat on top with Iida’s name fancily written below. He was in charge of collecting the gifts for Eri, which he took incredibly seriously.

           “Start tearing open some presents, kiddo!” Yamada beamed, carefully stepping over her pile of gifts to sit on the other side of her. “See what you got there.”

           “Um,” Eri pulled back the tape as careful as possible. The heroes watched her meticulously pull back the wrapping paper, not ripping even an inch, revealing the stack of educational coloring books Iida had chosen after being at the store for over an hour. She traced the photo of the funnily colored mushroom, wide eyed. “Now what?”

           “You open the rest of them,” Yamada laughed, leaning over to pat her on the head. Her eyes were still wide as she looked up at Aizawa.

           “Do you want some help?” Aizawa asked with a small smile, which grew three times larger when she nodded. He grabbed the coloring books from Iida and put them on his side, starting the pile of opened gifts. He and Yamada each grabbed a gift for them to open, Aizawa handing Eri something smaller, easier for her to manage.

           “Open them like this,” Yamada nudged the girl, then ripped the wrapping paper as loudly and viciously as he could, eyes ravenous like a wild animal. He opened up the box inside to reveal an action figure of All Might. “I bet I can guess who this one is from.”

           “You might like this a bit better,” Aizawa scoffed as he wrapped a bright pink scarf around her neck, the same color as Uravity’s costume. Eri giggled happily, then tore into the small gift she was holding, revealing a box of deluxe crayons, curtesy of Yamada.

             Snowballs flew around the city center as hundreds decided to join in on a snowball fight between two young boys. Aizawa recognized some of the figures he saw below as police officers or very small town heroes, deciding to take their families to the city for the holiday. Dark eyes scanning each person, Aizawa looked for trouble. He didn’t except anything, but a big event like this could hide something malicious. Last year, Aizawa had chased down a petty criminal who could melt into the snow and steal wallets. This year seemed rather tame, just a few delinquent teenagers pushing people into the snow, but before Eraserhead could do anything, an adult would chew them out and embarrass them into stopping.

           Childish screams filled the air, sending Aizawa to look all around, making sure they were screams of joy. One scream in particular caught his ear, sending him to run across the rooftop to get a closer look.

           “Stop!” A teenage boy with spiked black hair sat in the snow, writhing around as his white haired friend tickled his ribs. His eyes glowed yellow as he laughed, trying desperately to grab his friend to make it stop. Aizawa simply stared, a strong sense of melancholy washing over his brain. He could almost feel phantom fingers tracing his sides, making him shiver just like it did back then.

             “Zashi, no,” Most of Eri’s gifts had been opened, but a few remained in the pile. They had taken an unprompted break as Yamada opened one of Eri’s gifts, revealing it to be a paint kit, then deviously threw himself onto his husband.

           “What’s wrong?” The blond cooed, holding a paint brush in his hand, poised like a snake ready to strike. Eri had to crawl onto the floor to avoid being hit by the mass of limbs that struggled on the couch. She opened a bag full of candy, having no reaction as she stared at the duo, enthralled by their actions. “I thought you liked painting!”

           “Get away,” Aizawa struggled, pushing Yamada’s chest, but the position gave him no vantage. Yamada’s legs had become wrapped around his own, helping the DJ stay in place as he finally reached Aizawa’s neck and began to stroke the sensitive skin. “Hmmph.”

           “Come on, now. Let me hear that laugh,” Yamada stroked the brush down the side of his neck, then used his free hand to gently scratch the stubbly area beneath Aizawa’s chin. He tried his best to turn away, but the smile that crept onto his face was big and bright, making Eri’s little heart soar when she saw it. This was not the first time she had seen them do this and it definitely will not be the last. She liked seeing both men happy, especially since they made her happy too. Ever since she learned to smile again, she wanted to see everyone smile. Everyone in Class 1-A happily obliged when she asked, except for Bakugo, but she eventually saw it after some probing. Though the smile that took the longest for her to see was that of Aizawa, despite her being around him the most.

           “Get off,” A little giggle slipped out of his clenched teeth, incapable of wiping the smile away. Yamada changed tactics. He kept swirling the brush around his neck, paying careful attention to the edge of his jaw up to his ear lobe. His other hand began to wander, tip-tapping down his sternum to his belly. His nimble fingers violently vibrated over Aizawa’s stomach, resulting in Aizawa to slap a hand over his mouth, sheathing the giggles that reverberated in his throat.

           “Sho-sho, let me hear that laugh,” Yamada whispered into his ear, his voice huskier than normal, sending Aizawa wild. He tapped his feet furiously, but not wanting to hurt his husband, he tried his best to restrain the frantic flailing.

           Feeding off of the excited energy, Eri crept across the floor, dodging around the wrapping paper and tossed about boxes. As silently as possible, Eri plopped down behind Yamada and stared at the mess that was the tangle of legs. Eri reached out carefully and squeezed Aizawa’s knee cap.

           “Trick or treat?” Eri said, looking out from behind Yamada, her eyes as wide as her smile. Aizawa didn’t know if it was the ticklish sensation in his leg or the hilarity of her words, but the dam broke, and the room was filled with his deep laugh.

           “Trick or treat!” Yamada laughed, pulling Aizawa’s hands away from his mouth and pinned them any way he could. Eri kept squeezing Aizawa’s knees and Yamada dropped the paint brush and thrust one hand under an arm and his other hand made contact with the inside of a thigh.

           “Stahahap!” Aizawa let out a snort before falling back into a deep belly laugh, a rarity for him. It wasn’t very loud, just a deep, melodic laugh that suited him quite well and made Yamada swoon. It was a stark contrast to Yamada’s laugh, much like everything else, but it was perfect to them. It helped that Yamada knew how ticklish his husband was, especially on the inside of his thighs and along his neck, so it was much easier for him to get a hearty laugh out of him whenever he wanted to hear it. It also helped that Eri was now around and enjoyed learning about tickling too.

           “What’s wrong, Sho?” Yamada asked, before nuzzling his neck with his mustache, eliciting a stream of giggles that were a bit higher than normal. He bit his ear lobe as he reached the hand from the armpit onto his hip, sending Aizawa up the wall. “Are you ticklish, by chance?”

           “Hihihi ‘Zashihihi!” Aizawa let out a low squeal before devolving into silent laughter. His black eyes tightly shut, the tiny wrinkles in the corners kissed by tears.

           Blond hair traced the outline of Aizawa’s face as Yamada stared down at him, his hands retreating back to his sides. Eri could tell by the pitch in his voice that Aizawa had enough of the ticklish onslaught. Eri had learned early on about breaking points, mastering them with ease. She rarely managed to reach a person’s breaking point alone, her fingers too small and clumsy to be the most effective but had experienced it by teaming up with either Aizawa or Yamada.

           “Eri, we need to run,” Yamada’s voice went serious after a moment of soft coos and affirmation, gently stroking his husband’s cheek as he recovered. He had felt Aizawa’s body tense, which he took as his sign to flee. Quickly, he turned around and grabbed Eri by the wrist. He lifted her up and brought her into his chest, stumbling off the couch and making his way into another room.

           With a slide, Yamada and Eri slipped into the closet, shutting the door silently. The wall around them was filled with delicious snacks that Eri adored, making her little stomach rumble as Yamada held her tightly, the two squished into the back corner. His neck was craned like a bird, his chin resting on Eri’s head, both sets of eyes staring at the door. A wave of fear washed over both of them, the hair on their arms raising in the anticipation of being found. Eri strained to listen, hoping to hear the silent hero, but she knew it wasn’t going to happen. When Aizawa didn’t want to be heard, he wasn’t.

           Feeling a bit villainous, Aizawa sat on the couch for a bit, wanting the anticipation to kill them slowly. In the meantime, Aizawa reached down and found his gift from Yamada. He popped the top off the box and saw the hand blown glass ornament of Eri smiling back at him. A soft smile graced his face, knowing all the love he was going to give his husband later and he stood up and hung it near the top of the glistening tree. He then stretched his arms above his head, preparing himself for the battle he was about to fight, then silently slipped out of the room, hunting for his prey.

           Eri tremored in Yamada’s arms, both from fear and excitement. This was the longest Aizawa had led them on, and it was killing them. Not only did they both scream in unified terror when the door was thrown open, but they also let out a collective sigh of relief for it to finally be over. The shadowy figure leaped in, snatching them in both hands and dragged them onto the soft rug in the middle of the room. Yamada gasped in fear as he noticed the capture weapon adorn around his husband’s neck, knowing that while they outnumbered him, they were royally screwed.

           “Honey,” Yamada’s voice shook, the capture weapon wrapping around both his wrists and Eri’s. Eri’s tiny body was pulled closer, so they both laid side by side, their arms trapped above their heads, Aizawa sitting on his own knees, lingering above the duo. “You don’t have to do this.”

           “I don’t have to do what?” Aizawa purred, his voice low. With a devious grin, he placed a hand on each of their bellies, feeling them squirm beneath him. He mentally noted which side Eri was on, not wanting to overdo it with her too soon. His hands are strong enough to accidentally hurt her, so once he attacked, he lightly scratched at her belly, slipping his hand beneath her shirt with a feather-like softness. She squealed as the callouses on his fingertips accentuated the ticklishness of her skin.

           “SHO!” Yamada screamed, then was silenced in a second by the flash of red in his husband’s eyes. The silence was temporary as Aizawa released him from the grip of his quirk, allowing him to laugh freely as he had enough time to adjust the pitch of his laughter. His cackles were quite endearing, something that only happened when Aizawa stuck a finger into Yamada’s belly button. He never had to actually wiggle the finger around his husband’s navel to make the blond laugh, it just tickled like hell on its own.

           “It tickles,” Eri giggled, her happy giggles adorable. Her belly wasn’t nearly as ticklish as Yamada’s, which was good for Aizawa. He did then switch to kneading at her ribs, which raised the pitch of her laughter just a bit. He also switched to kneading at Yamada’s ribs, which resulted in a near kick to the face.

           “Sorry!” The DJ snorted at the glare he received, then screamed as he felt the hand dart up to an armpit. “Nohohoho! I’m sorry!”

           “That was quite possibly the meanest thing he has ever done to me,” Aizawa teased as he pulled his Eri hand away and brought it down against Yamada’s other armpit. He stared at Eri, giving her a smile as Yamada lost his mind, completely ignoring the chaos that was happening with him. “Do you know why he did that? Acting like one of my problem students, don’t you think?”

           “He’s really loud,” Eri giggled, ignoring Yamada screaming at her for help. She rolled over and sat up onto her knees, poking his now sore cheek. “Can I help?”

           “Why not,” Aizawa shrugged, pulling a hand away so she could tickle his armpit with both hands.

           “TRAITOR!” Yamada screamed, thrashing beneath Aizawa, who was now perched on Yamada’s thighs. His blond hair was a tangles mess on the rug, his glasses knocked askew from his thrashing, though with the tears blurring his vision, his glasses wouldn’t help much anyways.

           “Wanna see him lose his mind?” Aizawa asked Eri, bouncing a little as Yamada thrashed, Aizawa feeling like he was in a boat in the ocean during a category five hurricane or on a bucking bronco that refuses to be tamed. Yamada may be smaller, but he was very strong when he needed to be.

           Eri nodded, smiling up at Aizawa. She thought that Yamada was already losing his mind, but maybe she was wrong. Giving her a quick wink, Aizawa bent over his husband and pressed his face into the side of Yamada’s neck. With a scream, Yamada flailed and snorted. Aizawa’s stubble was a villainous tool that he enjoyed using against his spouse, especially when he was being as mischievous as he had been today.

           “I’m going to die!” Yamada squealed, unable to scoot even an inch away from his husband’s kisses, the stubble completely wreaking his brain and senses.

           With a huff, Aizawa pulled away, crawled off his husband, and scooped Eri into his lap in one single motion. Yamada curled into himself, still giggling wildly. As they waited for him to recover, Aizawa mindlessly braided Eri’s hair, having become a pro since dating Yamada, his golden locks were fun to style.

           “That was fun,” Eri said quietly as Yamada sat up, still wearing a wide smile. Aizawa let out a happy huff, giving Eri a small smile as he tied the end of her braid with a hair tie he had in his pocket. He was always keeping them in his pockets with Eri around. She wasn’t the best at keeping track of them.

           “I did too,” Yamada let out an embarrassed laugh, then leaned over to ruffle Eri’s hair, ruining the top of the braid, much to Aizawa’s annoyance. He playfully glared at his husband until noticed Eri and Yamada staring at him in wait. The faintest blush rose to his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck. Eri’s tilted her head to the side, unknowingly making him blush even deeper.

           “Fine, I liked it too,” Aizawa muttered quickly. His eyes fell to the floor as Eri let out a tiny giggle.

           “Oh, c’mon Shouta,” Yamada leaned forward, wiggling his fingers teasingly. “Don’t make us tickle you again.”

           “I said I liked it,” Aizawa hissed with no malice. He looked down at Eri and matched her smile. “I had fun too.”

           “Let’s go open some more gifts!” Yamada cheered, arms above his head. He bounced up to his feet and scooped Eri up. Holding her above his head, he mimicked the sound of an airplane as he ran into the other room, Eri giggling merrily.

             Aizawa sat alone on top of the building, overlooking the world below. Despite the biting cold, Aizawa hugged himself, feeling the warmth he had shared with his loved ones two days prior. Their love kept him warm for the rest of his patrol, and the memories kept a smile on his face for the remainder of the night.

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Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA)

Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA) by User 3234

The un-official part 3 of the MHA found family series. This fic makes a lot of references to the OG AU, so I figured I'd add it on as a third part. Somewhat canon, but not completely! Enjoy! Some fluff, marked with an asterisk*, tickles, or a combination of both. The chapters are somewhat connected, but not enough to where it's all one big story. Cupcakes means a short story, an ice cream bowl means a longer one.

Words: 36307, Chapters: 16/100, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Dad Might Moments

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina, Aoyama Yuuga, Shouji Mezou, Yaoyorozu Momo, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao, Tokoyami Fumikage, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Asui Tsuyu

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Class 1-A Shenanigans, Found Family, Fluff, Tickle Fights, Adorable, Tickles, Class 1-A as Family, Class 1-A Friendship, Friendship, MHA tickle fics, MHA fluff fics, erasermic, kiribaku, More Tags as I update, No Archive Warnings Apply, Koji Koda, Satou rikidou, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, iida tenya, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Alternate Universe, OOC, but not enough to where the characters are unrecognizable, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Life Lessons, Light Angst, Goofy kids, Tickling, Cute, pure fluff, Fun, Bonding, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, All of the things, gen, mha tickles, bnha tickles, my hero academia tickling, my hero academia tickles, My Hero Academia Fluff, MHA Fluff, Bnha fluff, ticklish, Sfw tickling, SFW tickles, Sweet, rare pairs

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39069231

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Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA)

Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA) by User 3234

The un-official part 3 of the MHA found family series. This fic makes a lot of references to the OG AU, so I figured I'd add it on as a third part. Somewhat canon, but not completely! Enjoy! Some fluff, marked with an asterisk*, tickles, or a combination of both. The chapters are somewhat connected, but not enough to where it's all one big story. Cupcakes means a short story, an ice cream bowl means a longer one.

Words: 16748, Chapters: 8/100, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Dad Might Moments

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina, Aoyama Yuuga, Shouji Mezou, Yaoyorozu Momo, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao, Tokoyami Fumikage, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Asui Tsuyu

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Class 1-A Shenanigans, Found Family, Fluff, Tickle Fights, Adorable, Tickles, Class 1-A as Family, Class 1-A Friendship, Friendship, MHA tickle fics, MHA fluff fics, erasermic, kiribaku, More Tags as I update, No Archive Warnings Apply, Koji Koda, Satou rikidou, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, iida tenya, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Alternate Universe, OOC, but not enough to where the characters are unrecognizable, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Life Lessons, Light Angst, Goofy kids, Tickling, Cute, pure fluff, Fun, Bonding, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, All of the things, gen, mha tickles, bnha tickles, my hero academia tickling, my hero academia tickles, My Hero Academia Fluff, MHA Fluff, Bnha fluff, ticklish, Sfw tickling, SFW tickles, Sweet, rare pairs

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39069231

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➵x reader

takami keigo || hawks

➵ from afar - || part 1 || part 2 || part 3

synopsis: your roommate Miruko (Rumi) invites you to a party hosted by the mysterious Hawks under the guise of her meeting someone there. little did you know, Rumi’s introductions aren’t the only ones that you are hoping for.

➵ horus' eye - || chap 1 || chap 2 ||

synopsis: you are the government's best kept secret, a skilled assassin. however, if you're not careful, dating the number two hero might just let the cat out of the bag.

➵ 100 Follower Celebration Prompt #2 - “Are you flirting with me?” Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing.”

synopsis: hawks likes you, you’re oblivious. 

➵ coming home

synopsis: keigo comes home to you dancing in the kitchen.

➵ comfort

synopsis: request for some comforting keigo after a shitty day :3

➵ pr nightmare

synopsis: keigo's fucked up. big time. and you, as his manager, are left to to deal with the consequences.

➵ body positivity

synopsis: headcanons about kei loving any and all bodies :3

➵ city lights and starry nights

synopsis: birthday fic for weese! an ice cream date with Keigo turns into an ethereal experience

➵ don't let go

synopsis: comfort for keigo when his depression gets to him. (canon Hawks)

midoriya izuku || deku

➵ serendipity valley

synopsis: my entry for the bnhabookclub Mermay Event. prompt used: “I’m trying really hard not to freak out right now.” MODERN FANTASY AU

➵ kissing prompt #8

synopsis: royal au, under the 50 Types of Kisses Prompt: “8.) Laying a kiss to the back of the other’s hand.”

➵ 100 Follower Celebration Prompt #3 - "You're like a constellation, beautiful and untouchable."

synopsis: pining deku takes care of you after an injury

bakugou katsuki || ground zero

➵ 100 Follower Celebration Prompt #5 - "Listen, you don't have to say yes, but I want to take you on a proper date. I want to show you last night meant something to me."

synopsis: you wake up next to your lifelong rival and colleague, Bakugou Katsuki.

➵ cardinal rule

synopsis: the number one unspoken rule of being a Pro Hero, don't date each other.

todoroki shouto || shouto

➵ 100 Follower Celebration Prompt #6 - "C-can you do that again? It felt really nice to have you play with my hair."

synopsis: class A has a final movie night and you share a tender moment with our favorite two-tone drama queen.

➵ morning showers

synopsis: little drabble based on a prompt from the 50 Types of Kisses post

yagi toshinori || all might

➵ 100 Follower Celebration Prompt #1- "Every time you kiss me, I go speechless. I can't help it."

synopsis: a happy birthday fic to our number one hero :)

todoroki fuyumi

➵ peanut butter blossoms

synopsis: fuyumi wants you to come with her to visit Rei, but you have some apprehensions

shimura tenko || shigaraki

➵ 100 Follower Celebration Prompt #4 - "Want some of my ice cream?"

synopsis: shigaraki interrupts your gossip session with toga

yaoyorozu momo || creati

➵ the big question

synopsis: you finally get the chance to propose to momo. but there's a fear holding you back.

yoarashi inasa || gale force

➵ 100 Follower Celebration Prompt #7 - "I swear to God, if you don't put that book down and cuddle me, you're getting tickled.

synopsis: shiketsu may not allow dating, but they never said anything about flirting.

➵ ship fics

erasermic || aizawa shouta x yamada hizashi

➵ by the way

synopsis: short drabble about shouta coming home to see hizashi.

[coaxol0tl]

Lurking under the skin. | A BNHA EraserMic fic

Warnings: blood, bugs. Don't read if squeamish

Hizashi sighed, for what had to be the millionth time that night.

He was bored.

So, so bored.

For the first time in a long time, longer than he cared to remember, Hizashi had a night completely off. Which wasn't terrible, he guessed.

Except it was.

Because, on the one night Hizashi is free from everything, Shouta was called in for patrol. And he refused when Hizashi begged him to let him tag along.

Something about how he should be 'relaxing' or something.

Which he would be more than happy to do. If Shouta was here.

He decided to change it up and instead of sighing, Hizashi blew a loud raspberry. Yeah, maybe he was being kind of a brat. But if you got a night off for the first time in forever and then your husband was called into work last minute, wouldn't you be a little miffed too?

So Hizashi felt his irritation was warranted.

He continued to glare up at the ceiling, barely feeling it when his leg rapidly bounced. And he had to stop himself from gritting his teeth, he was trying to work on that.

He needed to find something to do. Anything.

His stomach growled, giving him the perfect distraction.

Dinner!

Well, technically midnight snack. But he hasn't had dinner, so he'll count it.

He got up, and went to the kitchen. Maybe a little too quickly.

Digging through the cabinets, Hizashi decided in a simple pasta salad.

That way Shouta could have some too when he got home.

Hizashi got the ingredients out, and started to prepare the dinner.

__

Everything was done and in a large bowl, and now all he had to do was cut up some veggies to mix in with the pasta.

So he got to it, slicing up the veggies and mixing them with the noodles.

Humming under his breath, and lightly swaying his hips.

The knife slipped and knicked Hizashis right wrist, he jumped hard. Cursing while he pressed the cut to his lips.

He picked the knife up, and tossed it into the sink. Hizashi looks at his wrist, it wasn't that bad. Just a little scrape, no biggie.

It didn't even need a band aid. Still stung though.

Ignoring it, Hizashi fixed himself a bowl after mixing the tomato in and stuck the rest into the refrigerator for later.

Hizashi plopped down on the couch, propping his long legs onto the coffee table. And turned the tv to some random channel. He didn't hear a word of the program he flipped to while he was lost in his own thoughts, thinking of nothing and everything.

The fork clinked against the bottom of the bowl, he looked down in surprise. Did he already finish his food?

It was harder to zone out like that when Shouta was around.

He sighed and leant his head on the back of the couch. Looking at the clock on the wall, it read one am.

Maybe he should head to bed. He was feeling pretty tired.

He stood and stretched, letting out a breath of relief when his back popped.

Dumping the empty bowl into the sink, Hizashi made a mental note to do the dishes later.

He opened the door, entered the bedroom and closed the door behind himself.

Hizashi pulled his shirt over his head, wincing as the fabric rubbed against the cut on his wrist. He should really get a band aid or something, but he was feeling kinda lazy so he brushed it off.

Slipping out of his sweatpants, deciding to leave his underpants on. And he slipped under the covers, immediately sinking into the soft sheets.

Maybe Shouta was onto something when he told him he should relax. The sheets were extremely soft and the pillow cushioned his head perfectly.

He forgot how comfy his bed was.

His eyes slipped shut as he was pulled into a gentle slumber.

Still, he couldn't help but think it would be so much better if Shouta were there to enjoy it with him.

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Hizashi gave a full body jerk when he suddenly woke up from his deep sleep.

His brain was still engulfed with his previous drowsiness, but he was awake.

He was laying on his side with his arm off the bed.

Hizashis face twitched when he felt something tickle across his hand.

His eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion, was Shouta home? If that was him, what in the world was he doing?

Slowly he opened his eyes to see what was happening, and ask Shouta what was up if it was him.

Instead, Hizashi saw a black blob on his hand. Without his glasses, and senses still fogged with sleep he couldn't tell what it was.

But he could feel it.

His eyes widened.

It was definitely a huge fucking bug.

His body seized up in fear, he tried to jerk his body away, but he found that he couldn't move.

He shuddered in disgust when he felt its spindly legs creep across his hand and wrist. Shutting his eyes tight, he hoped it would go away soon.

When one creepy leg gingerly poked at the cut on his wrist, Hizashi gasped in pain and looked at the bug with a mix of horror and confusion.

Having it poke at his wrist was bad, but it was even worse since he couldn't see it properly.

Hizashi watched in horror as he felt what was happening.

The bug plunged a leg into the cut, Hizashi wanted to scream.

Another leg joined the first one, he felt it pull the delicate skin on his wrist apart.

He couldn't even feel the blood running warm streaks down the pale skin of his arm. To focused on the pain.

He felt bile rise in his throat when the thing started to bury itself under his skin.

Tears ran down his cheeks as he watched.

The skin rippling from its movements underneath it, the pain of his torn skin, the slick feeling of blood. It was to much.

How could he stop this?!

He couldn't.

When he saw the entirety of its body wriggle under his skin, Hizashis eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he blacked out.

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Sunlight filtered through the window, landing on Hizashis face.

He slowly opened his eyes, grumbling when the light flooded his vision.

He laid there for a few more moments, then his eyes shot open.

Sitting up, Hizashi looked at his wrist.

It looked….normal?

Furrowing his brows, Hizashi pressed his fingers against various points on his arm. Trying to find any abnormalities. Completely normal. Nothing was wrong.

He let out a sigh, running his fingers through his mussed hair.

Just a nightmare.

"What're doing, 'Zashi?", a sleepy voice grumbled next to him.

Hizashi looked down, Shouta was gazing up at him from the burrito of blankets he had curled himself in.

He smiled down at his husband, and laid down next to him and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Just sharing a bed with the most beautiful man in the world!", he answers happily.

Shouta snorted at his answer, but Hizashi could see his ears turn red.

He smiled at his little victory.

He'd keep his nightmare to himself, for now he just wanted to cuddle with Shouta and forget about it for now.

[thatawfulgoat]

Fic List!!

At the risk of being purged, and fully aware that this won't show up in the tags (so reblogs are beyond appreciated) I wanted to post a list of both fics I've published so far, a fics I'm especially fond of my others.

My Fics (all of which are tickle fics):

"Sensitive" - (explicit) a short oneshot, established erasermic fic wherein Shouta discovers that Hizashi kind enjoys being tickled

"Something to Laugh About" - (clean) established erasermic/pre-allerasermic, Hizashi has a giant crush on Toshi and Shouta has some fun with it.

"Audience" - (explicit) sequel to 'something to laugh about,' Allerasermic, Shouta orchestrates an exhibitionist approach to courting Toshi.

"Breakroom Date" - (clean) established Allerasermic, very fluffy oneshot.

"A Little Bet" - (clean) established erasermic, short fluffy fic I may write a follow up for

"In Good Hands" - (clean, teen+) allerasermic, Hizashi drunkenly crawls into Toshi's bed after storming out of a party. (Very fluffy, I'm currently working on a sequel)

Other's Fics I highly recommend!

"Nonaccidental" by Deafmic - (explicit) erasermic, omorashi, VERY GOOD!!!

"Ice it" by Say_Jay - (teen+), erasermic, injury hurt/comfort, caretaking, A+ fic! So good!

"On Patrol" by Say_Jay (explicit) established erasermic, public, toys, an absolute classic

"A Small Series of Proposals" by scream_mans_friend (mature) a really amazing friends to lovers eraser mic fic!!! It's so cute I cried.

"A New Experience" by TheBetaFile (explicit) established erasermic, Shouta attends a meeting with a remote control vibe in his ass and let me tell you right now... that goes about as amazingly as one would assume.

That'd all I have time to write but like... feel free to add more, y'all.

[ao3feed-dabihawks]

by Vuuniy

He only knows a little bit about this hero, Deku is much more of an enigma that Eraserhead himself. He knows Deku is young, not exactly a teen but not an adult either, around the age range of 18-20.

“Tickle tickle.” The voice is heavily distorted. And really now, an Elmo joke? How old is this kid?

Words: 13183, Chapters: 4/20, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Into the Strawberry verse

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Nedzu (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Shoto, Uraraka Ochako, Hawks (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), More characters that I’m too lazy to tag, Dabi (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Touya

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku & Everyone, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, established erasermic - Relationship, Midoriya Izuku & Hawks & Todoroki Touya, Midoriya Izuku & Hawks & Dabi, Pre-relationship Dabi/Hawks, pre-relationship Tododoroki Touya/Hawks, Midoriya Izuku/Stawberries

Additional Tags: Older Midoriya Izuku, Underground Hero Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Dad Might, Dadzawa, dad mic, all the the dads, izuku is 4 years older than the rest of the gang, so he’s like, 18 - Freeform, but it’s okay because he’s like basically apart of class 1-a still, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, erasermic lowkey adopts shinsou, this ain’t a shipping fic, GASP, I know, but everyone in class 1-a lowkey has like a crush on deku, except bakugo, izuku and Katsuki are brothers 2k19, not really - Freeform, baKUGO HAS BRACES, because I need someone to suffer my pain, Jdjsjs I almost forgot, Midoriya Izuku teaches at UA, hes like Nedzu’s fave, deku is barely a functional adult, who let this child live by himself, hes a mess, he has like one piece of furniture, Crack Treated Seriously, author can only write crack, Dabi is Todoroki Touya, ive been told that most characters are siblings os, Brozawa, sis midnight, in my defense, I write the chapters at like 2 am, spelling errors, gestures vaguely, Dragons, dude - Freeform, Disaster Trio (tm), Updated pretty often ngl, Like, expect two updates a day jdjsjs, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko deserves better, Toga Himiko deserves better, Deku is a disaster of an older brother/son/little brother, no beta we die like men

[joshpathfinder]

Wrote another EraserMic tickle fic. 

[thokage-archive]

Momojirou?? For the ship thing ( ´ ♡ ` )

please send me a ship and I will tell you

HOLY SHIT ITS BEEN 2 WEEKS SINCE U SENT ME THIS I AM SO SO SORRY. I just really really really love them & knew I had to do right by them and I had to give myself a break from writing bc I’ve been doing so much for school. Nevertheless, I present to you momojirou.....

who’s the cuddler: Kyouka!!! and honestly who blames her. Yaomomo is so much taller than her & makes the perfect big spoon, plus shes just so soft and her hair is so nice and fluffy kyouka doesn’t even mind when it tickles her face. Cuddling is a constant in their relationship and typically what 1 on 1 studying devolves to. 

who makes the bed: Kyouka, because Yaoyorozu has apparently never made a bed in her life as she always had maids do it for her growing up. She didn’t even know how to change her own sheets until she moved into the dorms and Kyouka had to help her when she was doing her laundry for the first time. Tragic, truly, but Kyouka takes pity on her because she knows how yaomomo feels about not immediately being the best at everything, even new things.  

who wakes up first: Yaoyorozu!! That girl’s hair takes waaaayyyyy to long to do every morning. It's a curly tangled mess when she wakes up and it probably takes her a solid half an hour to 45 mins and about 6 different products for her to get it back into that slick ponytail.

who has the weird taste in music: Depends on what you define as weird. Yaoyorozu is the exact stereotype of every rich kid ever when it comes to music and prefers listening to classical music when she studies because it's easy for her to get in the zone too, she also plays the piano. When she isn’t studying though she just listens to the playlists Kyouka makes her because they make her heart all warm and fuzzy and remind her of Kyouka and yeah all that cute gushy shit. 

Kyouka, on the other hand, can listen to some real heavy metal shit. She listens to a little bit of everything. EXCEPT COUNTRY BC HONESTLY NO THANKS, SHE WAS RAISED RIGHT. But other than that she likes techno, pop, alternative, indie, punk, and classic rock. Although angsty girl bands/artists and new wave punk and punk-pop are def in her wheelhouse. Some of her favs of today are Haim, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, the front bottoms, fall out boy (old & new tbh), Lights, Tegan and Sara, Chvrches, Sky Ferreira, FIDLAR, and KANA-BOON. (this is totally me self-projecting just a lil, also these are all on the playlist I made her lmao) 

who is more protective: Kyouka. Boy oh boy is that girl smol but will fight anyone and everything on the planet to protect her tol tol gf. Kyouka has a lot of anger that she typically keeps inside and only lets out through music or when she's training, but a good way to test her temper is to make Momo upset in any capacity. She 100% has fought Bakugou (& won because I fully believe she could kick his ass if she wanted to) for calling Momo “ponytail” 

who sings in the shower: Yaoyorozu! She showers at night (because it would honestly be way too annoying to shower in the morning w/ her hair) so the stalls are never occupied and she normally has the whole girls bathroom to herself! Shes always singing little bits and pieces from songs Kyouka has shown her that get stuck in her head. 

who cries during movies: Kyouka, that girl is a big softy at heart, and any movie with a killer soundtrack that just really hits you in the heart is guaranteed to make her cry. Toy story 3? Weeping. When Groot “dies” in Guardians of the Galaxy? Puddle o tears. Katniss singing to Rue in the Hunger Games? Don’t even LOOK at her. 

who spends the most while out shopping: Yaoyorozu, no surprises here. The girl has very expensive taste, I mean you did see what she did to her dorm room right? I imagine her closet is no different, she owns like 10 Chanel bags. It’s really not her fault though, she was just raised a certain way, and honestly, if Kyouka could afford it she would probably buy sound/music equipment every day. Not to mention a new guitar sounds nice. 

who kisses more roughly: Kyouka and this poor girl is not very good at it. LISTEN, she just loves Yaoyorozu A LOT. Like, a lot, a lot. And every time she looks at yaomomo’s perfect little face she just wants to smooch her. And maybe she’s a little rough about it sometimes because maybe, just maybe, she’s not the most delicate or graceful person in the world. She just wants her girlfriend to know how beautiful she is and that she loves and appreciates her and wants her to believe in herself the way Kyouka believes in her. 

who is more dominate: Kyouka, although not by much. Yaoyorozu lacks the confidence to be the more dominating one but she is very blunt with what she wants because her relationship with Kyouka is her first so she doesn’t know any other way to be. Also, she is just a very organized person in general so she is always planning out all of their dates well in advance and fitting in extra study time or hang out time with Kyouka into her schedule.

Kyouka, however, is straightforward because she wants to be. She wants Yaoyorozu to know how much she loves her and appreciates her and thinks she could be the #1 hero if that's what she truly wanted. But also Kyouka is great at communicating. She can sense when things are off with Yaoyorozu and isn’t afraid to ask her about it or give her her space when she needs it. 

my rating of the ship from 1-10: *promptly inserts 10 million different heart emojis* UM I WOULD DIE FOR THEM. They are by far my fav bnha ship. I give them a 100000000/10. And just for the record, there are NOT enough momojirou fics out there friends, I would know bc I have read every single one of them folks (if u want a recommendation list just slide right back into my asks my dudes). My #2 ship is Kiribaku in case u were wondering (although they are very very close to being tied for #1) and then I probably would tie tododeku & tsuchako at 3rd place and Miritama at 4th. After that, I don’t even know, probably like kamisero, erasermic, and naomight. Or myself and fatgum lmao don't look at me. I can’t possibly be the only one who lowkey highkey wants to bone fatgum right????