#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.

[august-anon]

A Friendly Spar

For Tickletober Day 18: Tickle Fight

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

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

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Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

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

Word Count: 967 words

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

[ao3 link]

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

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

Sparring.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re incorrigible.”

“You love it.”

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

“Mmm, nope!”

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

“Dammit, Zashi!”

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

“Fuck you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh no. I’m so scared.”

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

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

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

“You first!” Hizashi wheezed.

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

[burningablaze]

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.

[zaris-tickle-blogs]

Hi, I'm Zari, 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.

[otomiyaa]

aaaaaaaaaa I love everything about this fic 😍 domestic erasermic, the anticipation, the short dialogue before the wrecking, SUCKER FOR THIS ❤️

Under the Table

A/N - Day 3 of Tickletober! Here is Prank, with Aizawa and Yamada. I hope you all enjoy.

Word Count: 1,264

       Pranking your grouchy husband never ends well. This was the realization Yamada had made the second he had heard Aizawa yell at him from across the apartment. By the tone of his voice, it did not seem that Aizawa appreciated Yamada replacing all his outfits with vibrant colored jumpsuits. Of course, Aizawa’s actual attire was hidden in a bin under their bed, but this wasn't known at the time, nor was it the point. The point was that Yamada was screwed. 

      Yamada needed to hide; fast. Leaving their apartment was a bad idea, the students would see him. Aizawa was too fast to just run from, he'd be caught in seconds. He needed to hide. Of course, he knew that hiding was just prolonging the inevitable, however it was certainly the safest option. Perhaps Aizawa would tire himself out before finding him. A foolish thought, really, but that's all Yamada could rely on at this very moment. 

      With Aizawa in their bedroom and Yamada in the kitchen, there was a limited number of options for him. Best case scenario would have been Eri’s room as hiding under a mountain of plush toys would be a piece of cake. However, Aizawa was bound to see him running through the living room with their bedroom door leading straight into the main living space. This also removes the possibility of hiding in one of the bathrooms. The kitchen pantry was a good option, but predictable. Under the table, however, was the next best thing. 

       Slipping under the tablecloth as swiftly and silently as he could, Yamada tucked himself against the wall on the far side of the small table, avoiding the three wooden chairs. Hugging his legs, Yamada rested his chin on his knee and stared at the warm colored tablecloth. It was time to wait and listen. 

        Aizawa could be silent when stalking villains or, in this case, hunting down his husband. Typically, when Yamada pranked Aizawa, it was when the underground hero had a deadline he had to meet. Today, he had nothing except for his eventual nighttime patrol, which wasn't for another few hours. Alas, instead of just grumbling his displeasure, he was allowed to have some fun with it today. 

         Heart threatening to pound through his ribs, Yamada covered his mouth with one hand, attempting to steady his breathing by only breathing through his nose. A thud from the other room caused his body to recoil; the couch had been lifted and dropped carelessly. Biting his lip to prevent a chuckle from escaping, Yamada could tell that Aizawa was in a playful mood. Normally, Aizawa would silently roam around the apartment like a cougar stalking his prey, but not today. His husband was toying with him, allowing this game of cat and mouse to drag on for longer than normal. 

        From there, Yamada listened to his husband's soft footsteps as he searched around the living room. Next, the sound of a door creaking open told Yamada that Aizawa was now in Eri’s room. The young girl was with Mirio that afternoon, the two of them went off to see a stage production of some kind. Yamada didn't quite remember what they were seeing, but Eri’s enthusiasm for it had definitely been a highlight of his week. With Eri gone, Aizawa had to actually look around her room, instead of just asking whether or not Yamada was in there. Eri was a wildcard in their relationship, her loyalty being a coin flip on who she would side with any given day for something like this. Though she was never the best liar. Even if she were home and she had been siding with Yamada, Aizawa could see right through her poker face. Granted, her poker face looked a lot more like a lopsided grin and delightful bubbly giggles, so a person didn't have to be a trained pro hero to tell if she was lying or not. At least she was adorable. 

       Not too long after he entered, Aizawa slammed the door shut. The hairs on the back of Yamada’s neck rose as an invisible claw of anticipation scratched down his spine. He knew where his husband was going next, and he knew this game was about to be over. 

        Aizawa padded softly into the kitchen and stood in the doorway for a minute. Yamada may not have been able to physically see him, but he could certainly imagine what his husband was doing: eyes shut, and breath held, all focus on his sense of hearing. The two men let out a breath at the same time, Yamada wanting to be as in sync as possible so Aizawa couldn't hear him. 

       Walking over to the pantry, Aizawa swung the door open and stared into the small room. Letting out a huff, Aizawa stepped into the pantry and grabbed a box, some sort of snack from what Yamada could hear by the contents within. He listened as Aizawa closed the door and began to walk toward the table, with his blood freezing in his veins the second his husband pulled back one of the chairs, letting it squeal across the tile floor. Sitting down with a grunt and the sound of his back popping, Aizawa began to eat the dry cereal by the fist full. 

       “Want some?” Aizawa said with his mouth full, reaching his hand beneath the table with a handful of Cheerios. He chuckled to himself when he felt Yamada's soft fingers gingerly take the offered food. “Want me to wreck your shit here or in the bedroom?”

      “Here's fine,” Yamada swallowed the last piece. “Eri isn't gonna be home for a while.”

      “Sounds good. You done eating?” 

      “Yeah.”

       “Good,” Aizawa replied, then quickly stood up and pushed the table aside, revealing his hiding husband. Smirking down at the blond man, Aizawa lovingly looked him over, admiring how his long hair framed his face and how his glasses always fell down to the top of his nose when he was seated. 

       “Like what you see?” Yamada waggled his eyebrows as he flashed Aizawa a warm smile. 

       “Oh, yes I do,” Aizawa said before pouncing. 

        Yamada didn't struggle whatsoever when his husband pinned him to the floor, both wrists held in one strong hand above his head. Situating himself on Yamada's hips so they were both comfortable, Aizawa’s irises reddened like embers alighting from coals. His raven black hair lifted, raised as if gravity had ceased to exist. Quirk fully activated, Aizawa attacked. 

       Laugh squeaky and of a higher pitch, Yamada threw his head back as his husband clawed into one armpit, then the other, switching it up randomly to get the best results. Enjoying this technique for a while, Aizawa decided to switch it up and bring his hand down to lift Yamada's shirt, rolling the fabric up to the middle of his chest. 

       “Shouta,” Yamada warned, though the undertone of his voice was all but serious. 

       “What's wrong ‘Zashi?” Aizawa teased, his voice low and gravely. 

        Before Yamada could answer, Aizawa pressed his face into his husband's belly and nuzzled the soft skin with his scruff. Cackling and squealing, Yamada thrashed beneath his husband, thankful that while Aizawa couldn't exactly see anything, his eyes were still open enough that his quirk was still working. Without having to be concerned about his quirk accidentally activating and breaking things in their apartment, Yamada was able to freely laugh and be playful with his husband. And they had all the time in the world, it felt like, so why not just enjoy their time together?

[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. 

[giggly-squiggily]

My Mattress Is Lumpy (My Hero Academia)

Heyo! This is completely self indulgent and I wanted to write it, so here it is! X3 I was inspired by This tiktok! I just really wanted to write for the erasermic family and specifically Ler!Aizawa :3 I hope you guys like it!

Summary: Aizawa is tired and wants to take a nap. Thankfully there seems to be quite the comfy mattress nearby!

“Ahh, I’m so tired…” Aizawa yawned dramatically as he walked into the living room, eyes landing on his son. Shinsou was currently lying prone on the couch, phone in hand as he scrolled. Upon hearing the older man walk in, he smiled softly.

“I could surely use a nap. But where to go? Oh! Look- a mattress!” Aizawa smirked before climbing into the couch, plopping right on top of Shinsou. The purple haired boy grunted at the sudden weight, startled. “D-Dad! What the heck?”

“Shhhh…I’m resting.” Aizawa shushed him, patting the smaller boy and getting comfortable. “Mattresses don’t talk.”

Shinsou squirmed, failing at biting down a giggle as Aizawa put his deadweight on top of him. “Get off! You’re heavy!” He laughed, halfheartedly elbowing at him, yelping when felt a pinch to his ribs.

“Hmm, what a lumpy mattress. That’s no good at all.” Grinning, he let his hands find Shinsou’s sides, gently pressing and wiggling into his ribs. “Gotta soften it up.”

“Dahahahhahahahahahahd! Stahahahhahap! Nohohohoho!” Shinsou yelped, falling immediately into a fit of giggles. “Cohohohohohome ohohohohon!”

“Hmm…ah, I see now. My mattress is infested with Tickle bugs!” He snickered as he drilled into Shinsou’s torso, delighted by the seemingly endless cackles and shouts from his son. “Gotta pick them off- oh, here’s one. And another. They’re everywhere, huh?”

“Gahahhahahahahha! Nohohohohohoho! Dohohoohhoohhon’t!” Shinsou’s laughter kicked up a notch when Aizawa began randomly poking and prodding at his ribs, wiggling one hand under him and scratching gently at his back. “Nohohohohohohohhot thehehehhehehehere!”

Just then, Eri walked into the room, woken from her nap by the noise. “What’s going on?” She asked sleepily, one hand holding her plush doll while the other wiped at her eyes. “Eri! Ehehehehehehheheheri hehehehehehehehelp mehehehehehehehehe!” Shinsou pleaded, reaching out to his sister, only to yelp and scramble when Aizawa’s hand found his armpit.

Blinking away the rest of her drowsiness, Eri giggled in her hands, putting down her plush and running up. “I’ll save you, Shin!” She cried, her tiny hands poking and prodding at Aizawa’s own ribs playfully.

The older hero let out a low chuckle, quickly scooping up the little girl beside him. “What’s this? A new pillow!” He gently tickled her sides, laughing along with her squeals. “Oh no! It also has tickle bugs! Looks like I’m going to have to clean it up as well.”

“Dahahahahhahahahhahahddy! Ahehahahahahhahahahaha!” Eri cried, her smile bright as the sun. Shinsou, taking this small window of opportunity, twisted around so he was on his back, darting his hands up in an attempt to save his sister.

Which of course meant he’d only open himself up for more tickles.

“Goodness, these tickle bugs are relentless! They won’t go away!” Aizawa smirked as he drove his kids crazy with tickles, relishing in Eri’s sweet giggles and Shinsou’s cackly snorts and yelps. “Dahahhahahahahahahahadhehehehehehhehehe!” “Dhahahahahahahhahahahhahad!”

Finally, after some time, when Shinsou was flushed bright pink with Laughter and Eri was gently tapping Aizawa’s wrist, the older hero stopped. Collapsing against the couch, Shinsou gasped for air, closing his eyes as residue giggles escaped his lips. Beside him, Eri was in a slightly better state, more giggly than anything else. She had curled up between her brother and dad, eyes half lidded with sleep once more. “Ahehe..hehe...daddy you’re silly!” She laughed, making him smile.

“Yohohu...suhuhck.” Shinsou halfheartedly argued, earning a poke to the belly. “Oi, you enjoyed yourself.” Aizawa laughed before beginning to rise, only for Shinsou’s hand to grab his shirt. “Stay...please?” He asked softly.

The older man paused before chuckling, adjusting the three of them until they were all comfortably snuggled together. “Alright kiddo. Just for a little while.”

When Mic came home later that night, he found his husband and kids fast asleep on the couch. A blanket and a few memorial photos later, he soon joined them there as well.

He really loved his family.

Thanks for reading! :3

[thatawfulgoat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Characters: Kayama Nemuri | Midnight Additional Tags: Tickling, Consensual Kink, Polyamory, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, tickle kink, Mutual Pining, Literal Sleeping Together, so much tickling i cannot stress this enough, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, allerasermic, Established Erasermic Summary:

Toshi returns to the UA dorms early to find a certain voice hero has drunkenly cried himself to sleep in his bed.

[eunchancorner]

Kami is the Tickle King! You’re honestly so awesome and I hope you know that! Whenever you have the motivation to write here’s something else I’ve been thinking about! Idk if you do writing for Erasermic Family (found family is the best thing ever, fight me ((not really lol))) but if you do I think the idea of Mic waking everybody up with really loud singing and then getting tickled to make him stop might be fun. If not then idk rn but I can send something else in if you want. :) Olive

Ooooo ok this is interesting. I don’t normally write for found family but ykw? Once can’t hurt. Also I feel like this is kinda revenge from that other EraserMic fic lol

  Lers Aizawa, Shinsou, Eri, Lee Yamada

Warning: nothing.. I think. Idk I’m tired

Word count: 1055

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“WAKE ME UP! WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!”

Aizawa jolted out of his sleep at the sudden sound of his husband’s voice blaring through the halls of their shared house, scared for a second until he realized it was just Yamada. The erasure hero sat up slowly as Mic’s voice kept booming within the walls, undoubtedly waking up Shinsou and Eri, too.

“Mic!” he called to the extremely loud blonde, with no answer. “Mic! Hizashi! Yamada! Idiot! Loudmouth!! SHUT UP!!” he kept calling out, still without a response. He was quickly growing annoyed. It was only 7 am on his ONE day off and he wanted nothing more than to sleep in, and he knew Shinsou probably had a similar idea.

He stood and stormed out of his room into the hall, where Mic was still singing loudly, and did the first thing that came to mind.

“SAVE ME FROM THE NOTHING I’VE BEC-EEHEHE!” Hizashi squealed as fingers dug into his sides from behind, nearly accidentally activating his quirk. Eri peeked her head out, looking up at the two. Aizawa was a little shocked at what he had chosen, but it was quickly replaced by a smirk.

“Hey, Shinsou!” the black-haired male called to their son’s room, and he peeked out, his eyes tired and looking a bit annoyed with all the noise.

“What?” he asked as he came fully out of his room, stopping as he saw them. “What’s going on..?”

“Want to help me show this nuisance what for?”

“HEY!” he chuckled a bit at Hizashi’s offended shout.

“Oh, yeah.. He might be my dad, but you don’t just wake someone up by singing Evanescence at 7 am,” Hitoshi said with a smirk.

“I’m surprised you know that,” muttered Hizashi.

“Eh, I listen to it sometimes.”

“Aren’t you two getting a little distracted?” Aizawa butted in, feeling a bit of satisfaction as Shinsou smirked a bit and Yamada started forcing down a smile, realizing his fate. Eri tilted her head as she came completely out, looking at her dads and brother, confused and curious.

“Right, we’ve got to teach dear ol’ dad here to not sing at 7 on the one day we can all sleep in,” Shinsou agreed.

“W-w-wait, I-I just want to s-spend the day togehether! C-can’t we talk about this?” the blonde attempted to reason, which got no reaction from the other two other than menacing chuckles that sent chills down his spine. “E-Eri, help!”

“I dunno…” the small girl finally spoke. “You were loud… I kinda wanna help them.’

“Oh come on!” Mic protested before yelping as he was pinned down. He looked up to see Aizawa sitting on his arms, smirking down at him, Shinsou hovering over his left side while Eri came into view on his right. He felt nervous giggles bubbling in his chest as the three loomed over him menacingly, his giggles only growing louder at one minor detail.

“What’s got you so giggly, dear? We’re not even tickling yet~” Aizawa asked his hubby.

“Y-youhu… you look upside down!” Hizashi giggled out, giggling louder at the faux-enraged yell by Shota.

“OH that is IT!” the ravenette belted before digging into Hizashi’s underarms, making him laugh even louder. The two kids took it as their signal and attacked their poor dad, Hitoshi digging into his sides while Eri squished his belly, making the blonde fall into loud laughter that nearly made him lose control of his quirk.

“WAHAHAHAIT! AHAHAHA NOHO I’M SOHOHOHORRYYYY!” Yamada begged immediately, causing the purple-haired teen beside him to laugh a bit.

“Jeez, Dad, you’d think a pro hero would last soo much longer.”

“SHUHUHUHUT- EEP!”

“That’s not nice, Papa!” Eri playfully scolded him, poking at his soft tum, causing him to squeak.

“I’ve never heard Dad squeak before, that’s new,” Shinsou noted.

“Oh you should have been around when we started dating. I’d poke his belly so much he sounded like an angry mouse. Ah, to be young again..” Aizawa briefly reminisced, his digging switching to fluttering that drove Yamada up the wall.

“IHI DIHIHID NAHAHAT!!” he tried to sound offended, though that’s kinda hard when you’re laughing your butt off.

“Oh you absolutely did, and I promise Nemuri can prove that. She would always get you to shut up whenever you started going on a rant about how ‘amazingly muscular’ you were. No matter how hard your abs get, your tummy is always gonna be soft.”

“And ticklish!” added Eri.

“And ticklish,” Aizawa agreed.

“SHUHUHUT!!”

“Ohh Dad, you should know to stop saying that,” Shinsou said as Aizawa pulled his hands away and cracked his fingers.

“Get him, Dad!!” Eri cheered as Shinsou and her pulled their hands away, and as Yamada slowly stopped giggling, he looked up at his dear husband, got a sudden understanding of what was happening and panicked.

“W-w-wait, Sho, y-you don’t have to do this!!” the blonde pleaded as his black-haired husband’s hands lowered towards his ribs and froze, just inches away from them. He locked eyes with Shouta, those glowing red irises a sure sign that at least he wasn’t going to hurt anyone with his quirk.

And then he struck.

Mic’s laugh was silent under the effect of Aizawa’s quirk, forcing his quirk to shut off, and giving a tiny nod as clearance for the other man. He was released, but the laugh that came out could rival his quirk. “SHOHOHOHOHO NAHAHA STAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!”

“Woah, Dad, I know you’re the voice hero but god!” Shinsou attempted to speak over the cackling. Eri giggled on Mic’s other side. “Yeah, Papa! You’re so loud!”

“You hear that, Zashi?” Aizawa spoke over his voice, “You need to quiet down~”

Yamada tried to answer, he really did, but it’s hard to speak when your husband is digging into your worst spot without mercy, especially when his voice is just so teasy that it made everything so much worse.

“PLEEEHEHEHEHE NAHAHAHA DAHAHAHAHA!! SHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAHAHAA!”

Finally, he gave a signal, stamping his foot on the floor, and finally, Shouta let up, pulling him into a hug, which was quickly joined by the two kids.

The poor blonde struggled to stop his giggle fit, mumbling around them as he tried to make sense of his own words, until he heard Eri speak up.

“Papa, this is why you don’t sing super early!”

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I’m done :>

[august-anon]

War on Christmas -- Squealing Santa 2022

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

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Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

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

Word Count: 1501 words

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

[ao3 link]

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

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

Now, they finally had a moment of quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, you’re on Sho!”

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

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

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

He would still win, anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why, kitten, I would never.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[flames-tstuff]

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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No More Pouting! (My Hero Academia)

Heyo! I can’t stop with the MHA content, I’m sorry! butnotreally I’ve just been loving the series so much! My next few fics will be requests, I promise! X3

Anyway, this particular fic is based off of This TikTok The idea of Aizawa pouting when he’s mad is so cute to me, I just can’t- MY HEART!

It’s also based off These prompts! I saw them and thought they were so dang cute!!! Anyway, I hope you like it!

Aizawa was mad at him.

But was he really though-oh! Oh yeah...he was mad.

The tired teacher was currently sitting on the couch, arms crossed and slumped back in his seat, glaring viciously into space. It would have been a more intimidating sight had his lips not formed that adorable pout he always seemed to dawn when angry.

Hizashi peeked over the couch, pulling at his gloved fingers as he tried to gauge just how angry his husband was at him. When he got home, he didn’t get a welcome back, not that he expected one from him today.

Taking a deep breath, the blonde man shuffled over so he was standing beside his husband, kneeling so they were eye level. Yep, still pouting. Still angry. “Shouta...H-Hey baby…” The brunette’s eyes briefly looked at him before going back to angrily staring. Good, he’s at least acknowledging him. Hizashi put on his best puppy eyes, bowing his head slightly to add to the effect. “I’m sorry Shouta...I didn’t mean to keep you up all night. I was just so nervous about the radio show, and you know how I get-” He paused, taking a breath. No excuses. “Please forgive me?”

There was a brief moment of silence before Aizawa’s eyes shifted to Hizashi again. When he looked away once more, his tense posture relaxing slowly. “Fine...I forgive you. For now.” Hizashi’s eyes lit up, and he quickly scrambled into his husband’s lap with a laugh. “Oh yeah! I won’t make you regret it!”

“I already do...” Aizawa grumbled, blushing slightly when Hizashi kissed his cheek. He was still pouting though. “Aww, are you still mad at me?” He nuzzled his husband’s cheek with his nose, wrapping his arms around the brunette’s thin torso. “Come on, now. You know you love me.” Aizawa turned away, pout still in place. Hizashi chuckled, hands moving back so they sat on his husband’s waist. “Come on, say you love me.” He teased, wiggling his fingers oh so gently.

Aizawa startled, hands uncrossing to latch onto Hizashi’s. “M-Mic! Don’t you d-dare…” he stammered, those pouting lips starting to flatten with a restrained smile. Hizashi grinned, keeping his tickly touch incredibly light. “Aww, are you done pouting? I was just enjoying it! You’re so cute when you pout Shouta!” The brunette blushed even more, his lips quirking into a reluctant smile. Between Hizashi’s teasing and tickling, he’d be done for soon enough. “M-Mic! Stahap!” He yelped when his husband's hands shot upward, targeting that awful spot along his top rib, just beneath his armpits.

“GAH! Ehahhahehahhahahhhaa! H-Hihhihihhiihizahhiiihiihihihi!” The somber man couldn’t hold back the bursts of laughter now, squirming in vain beneath his grinning husband. “Hehehe! There it is! While I love that adorable pout of yours, Shouta, nothing beats the sweet sound of your laugh! Say you love me!” The energetic blonde laughed, fingers speeding up to draw out all those sweet sounds.

“Hehehahhahahhahahahha! H-Hhihiihihiihhizashshshshi! Pleehehehehehahshhshshse!” Aizawa guffawed, sinking deeper into the couch and attempting to hide his flushed face beneath his scarf. It would have worked, had Hizashi not dived in after him, nuzzling his neck and kissing the sensitive skin, making Aizawa squeak. “Aww! You’re still as ticklish as you were when we were kids! I love it! I also love you, my darling eraserhead!” Hizashi teased into his ear, making Aizawa somehow more flustered. Grinning, the blonde pulled back, letting one hand fall to Aizawa’s leg. “Speaking of, if I recall correctly…”

Aizawa barely had time to catch his breath before he full-body spasmed, throwing his head back as loud guffaws escaped his lips, Hizashi’s hand latched onto his thigh, squeezing the muscles. “GAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA! MIHIHIIHIHIC NHOOHOHOHOHOHO!” He cried, trying in vain to pull off the blonde’s strong claw grip. “Hehe, still your worst spot, eh, Shouta? You know; Hitoshi had the same reaction when I tickled him. I wonder if it’s a father-son thing?” He laughed along with his cackling husband, playing his leg like a mini guitar.

“AHAHHAHHAHAHAHA! OHOHOOHKAY! OHOHOHOKAY! I GIHIHIHIVE!” Finally, after what felt like forever, Aizawa finally gave in. Hizashi released his leg, turning back around and facing his flustered, breathless husband. “You give in? Yay! So, what is it?” He teased, running his fingers gently against the brunette’s sides once more, earning a stream of giggles. “Ahehehahhaha! Ohhohokay! Ohoohohokay Ihihihi lohohohohove yohohoohhu!” Hizashi smiled at this, finally stopping his tickle attack. “Aww! See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

The brunette rolled his eyes, falling back into the couch with an exhausted sigh. “Hehe...heh...you’re tohoho much…” He got out, letting the blonde reach up and wipe the tears of mirth off his cheeks. “I know, and you love every bit of it.”

Aizawa glared halfheartedly, though his lips didn’t get a chance to pout before Hizashi swept in, stealing them into a kiss. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against Aizawa’s, running his thumb against his cheek. “I love you.”

The tired man sighed, though he was smiling now. “I love you too.” Suddenly his eyes turned red, his quirk activated. “Though I’d love you more after I get my revenge!” With that, he leapt onto his husband, fingers flying, filling the room around them with bright, cackly laughter once more.

I hope this was good! Thanks for reading!

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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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Secret Santa and New Traditions

Secret Santa and New Traditions by Kanene yaaay

A fic I wrote with the prompt: "Erasermic family Christmas dinner! Eri invited Kirishima to come over, and it is a lovely fluffy time! They do a secret santa, but Eri accidentally reveals who people's secret santa is, like when Mic is opening a gift, “Oh, I helped Daddy pick that out!” or something like that. Then when she finds out she's not supposed to tell anyone, she gets all sad when she's giving Kirishima her gift, but Kirishima saves the day and tickles her and tells her he loves the gift!"

Words: 2240, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Eri, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kirishima Eijirou & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Eri, Eri & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Eri & Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Fluff, Secret Santa, Christmas, Cute, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Eri, Eri is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima is a good big brother, Foud Family, Tickle fic, Tickling, Sfw tickling, playful tickling, Chee up tickles, Ticklish Eri, Lee Eri, ler kirishima, Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36205435