#Ler!Yamada

[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.

#mha aizawa #mha yamada #mha eri #ler!aizawa #ler!yamada #lee!eri #ticklish!eri #mha tickle #mha tickle fic #mha tickle fanfic #mha tickle fanfiction #mha shouta aizawa #mha eraserhead #mha erasermic #mha hizashi yamada #mha present mic

[kanene-yaaay]

Logical (or The One About Love and Friendship)

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

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

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Aizawa loved to be tickled. 

He wasn’t ashamed to admit this.

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

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

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

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

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

It simply felt right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He still had one victim left, afterall.

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

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

He could never, ever get enough of this. 

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

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

Of course he did.

It was only logical.

#I had no idea where I wanted to go when I first started to write this fic but I am *very* happy with what I made #Switch!Aizawa #Switch!Hizashi #Switch!Nemuri #Switch!Toshinori #Ler!Tensei #Ticklish!Eraserhead #Ticklish!Midnight #ticklish!present mic #Ticklish!All Might #Ler!Kayama #Ler!Yagi #Ler!Aizawa #Ler!Yamada #bnha tickles #bnha tickling #kanene's fanfic #kanene's fic #usually I make my stories being open to interpretation if they're in a romantic or platonic relationship #but this one in especific I want to be only platonic #<3 #Lee!Aizawa

[horizonvn]

Waaah im back!! I got a lil scared cuz some mutuals found me from irl and stopped posting and deleted cuz well

I got shy

Im really into mha now so ill be posting some of that!! Feel free to request tk art aswell

Im not in many fandoms like at all but ill still draw if you got requests, preferably only anime or cartoon requestsss i dont watch anything else really

(For those who dont remember or care, i am a tickle blog, ‼️‼️‼️completely sfw,‼️‼️‼️ though!! I just find the aspect downright adorable)

My name is horizon. Any pronouns are fine, though i have a he him pref!!

Anyways, some erasermic tks because why not <3 (aizawa looks a lil wonky ik waah))

#tickle content #tickle art #mha tickle #belly tickling #my artwork #tickle #bnha tickle #lee!hizashi #ler!aizawa #ler aizawa #lee present mic #mha fluff #tickle fight #ticklish aizawa #tickler aizawa #ticklish hizashi yamada #ticklish hizashi #tickler aizawa shota

[fluffyweeby]

I request you draw your favorite ship :)

That’s a pretty weird thing to request but shure!

If I would have to say what’s my favourite ship is I would say

THE UNSINKABLE BLACK PEARL THAT WAS DRAGGED TO THE DEPTHS BY THE KRAKEN AND…

No but in all seriousness that was a hard one to decide 😅. Right now what I’m most obsessed about are Tighnari and Cyno but I wanted to draw something new and I realised I’ve never made any EraserMic even though I’m obsessed with them to the point I sometimes forget they r not canonically married. 😂

So I hope you’ll enjoy it (and know the anime that this is from 😅) and thank you so much for the request it was really a lot of fun to make! I wish you a late Merry Christmas and not late Happy New Year!!💜🎄✨

#tickle art #ask #mha tickles #erasermic #ler!aizawa #lee!yamada #mha fanart #aizawa fanart #shoto aizawa #hizashi yamada

[tastybluesprite]

The introverted gamers secret weakness

I just finished this anime today! It’s soooo cute. I knew I had to write something for lee!Yamada asap because how could I not? He’s literally so precious someone protect this man😭❤️

Warnings: Contains tickling so if that’s not your thing just scroll along! :)

Summery: Akane wants to know if Yamada has any weaknesses. Luckily Eita knows him pretty well.

Normally they’d be at their own homes when playing “Forest of Savior” so Akane was surprised when Eita Sasaki had invited her over to Akito Yamadas house. Did Yamada even agree to it? If he did it seemed a bit out of character for someone like him. He seemed perfectly comfortable playing in separate spaces.

After Akane cleared things up with Eita that Yamada was ok with it, she felt more confident.

I cant believe I’ll get to see Yamada play in person she thought to herself. After getting ready, she finally headed towards his house. Eita opened the door for her.

“Akanecchi!!!”

“Rurihime!!!” She exclaimed back with excitement. “Akanecchi how exiting is this? We get to play together for real instead of just in the game! Did you bring your laptop?”

Akane nodded, “Yep!!! Right here!”

Eita led her in to Yamadas room. He was already at his desk and logged in. He turned when he heard her enter and gave a small wave, which she returned with a “Hello Yamada!”

She set up her laptop on a little table and logged into the game, along with Eita who borrowed a laptop to bring. They did some level grinding and hunting (although Yamada still wouldn’t let her hunt with him T^T). Soon they started to do some boss battles.

“Hey Yamada, Eita, want to see who can defeat the boss first?” Akane proposed, with a competitive tone in her voice. Eita grinned, “What a great idea Akanecchi!!! What do you say Yamada?”

Yamada considered it for a moment. “Alright.”

And so they began to see who could take down the bosses first. Akane tried her best, Eita was really amazing, but Yamada… well he pretty much led the whole thing. He defeated the boss within a couple minutes.

“What the heck?! Yamada how did you do that?!” Akane cried. “Are you even human?”

Eita couldn’t help but laugh, “Yamada is an extremely talented gamer he’s pretty famous for a reason.”

“I want a rematch!” Akane cried. She didn’t want to give up. She wanted to show Yamada that she could win. “Ok.” Was all he said before they dived back into another boss fight.

Sure enough he beat them all again. Leaving Akane and Eita in the dust. “Yamada seriously are you even human? That’s as a really hard boss and you beat it in only five minute at least! Do you even have a weakness??” She ranted in exasperation.

“Of course he does!” Eita told her with a smirk. Although he was faced in the opposite direction to his computer monitors, Yamada raised an eyebrow at this. What was Eita planning?

Akane however grinned. This was information she couldn’t help being curious about. “What may that be Eita?” She asked.

Eita paused for suspense. “He’s pretty ticklish. Aren’t you Akito Yamada?”

As soon as he said this they both saw Yamada flinch visibly. He seemed to be conflicted between running away and staying to continue playing. After the boss fight he merely went back to hunting.

“Wait what??? really? The stoic, quiet, and famous Yamada is ticklish?”

“Yes Akanecchi! You can try it out if you’d like.” Eita knew exactly what he was doing.

Yamada turned his head towards them “Please don’t.”

“But why not Yamada? It’s just tickling after all? You could totally handle it!” He leaned in from his spot on the floor and gave a quick poke to his side. Although faint, a hitching sound escaped his mouth.

Once he realized where this was going, he decided his safety was more important than the game. He yanked off his headset, got up from his chair, and attempted to back away from the pair. Before he could make his escape however, Eita lunged his weight at Yamada and made him fall back to his bed.

As soon as he was down Eita quickly straddled him, and began sinking his fingers into his sides, knowing he should start out easy as to not tire him out too quickly.

“W-wahait!” A slight huff of a giggle escaped as he attempted to protest. But he decided to glue his mouth shut as he grabbed Eitas wrists to try and pull his hands away.

“Awww why are you hiding your sweet adorable giggles? Don’t you want to show Akane that your not just a really cold and disconnected person? That your really a big softie at heart?” Eitas teasing nearly caused him to break, but he grew extremely red.

“Cmon Akito~ Let’s show Akanecchi~”

He suddenly began raking his fingers at Yamadas ribs roughly, and that was the breaking point.

“N-nohohoho! Plehehease!!!” He let out soft giggles. It was so adorable, Akane heart began to squeeze. His giggles were light, breathy, and even child like. It didn’t match his personality at all. “Yamada I didn’t know you could laugh like that.” She said with some shock in her voice.

“He can laugh much louder than that! Only if you get a really good spot…” He suddenly shoved his hands right passed his arms, even though they were clenched to his side, and began digging into his underarms.

Yamada didn’t expect such an intense sensation, and he let out a noise that he didn’t even know he could make. A squeal.

“E-HEheheHIHtahaha wAHAiHt!!” Now actually laughing, it was uncontrollable. He kicked his feet behind Eita.

Akane grew curious and grabbed a flying foot. She began to scribble lightly at his socked soles and he exploded into “un-Yamada-ish” laughter.

“AHAKAHANE!!!” He cried, trying to kick his feet from out of her grip. He nearly escaped it but she caught his ankle in an arm hold and kept scribbling all the more faster.

Sweet laughter that they never heard from him before until now, filled the room. As much as he squirmed around under Eita, he wouldn’t budge. Soon his laughter grew panicky and even a little tired and Eita stopped his attack, signaling Akane to stop as well.

After he got off Yamada, they watched as he lay there for a moment, his chest moving quickly as he attempted to catch his breath.

“Th-that was c-cruel….” He huffed.

“Sorry Yamada…” Akane told him. “I hope we weren’t too much.”

There was a silence. Then.

“It’s ok I guess.” He then simply got up and walked back to his desk, resuming his game like nothing happened. Akane thought he was likely mad, but she noticed as he was headed to his game chair, that he had a slightly more relaxed and refreshed expression on his face. She could tell Eita noticed also and they both grinned at one another.

#sprite🥤 #my love story with yamada kun at lv999 #akito yamada #akane kinoshita #eita sasaki #lee!yamada #ticklish!yamada #ler!akane #ler!eita #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickling community #sfw tickles #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #sfw tickle fanfic

[helloitsghost]

Merry surprise thank you for dealing with my shit for 2 years🥲

@giggly-squiggily this is for u :D

It’s ur girls :3 they were really fun and cute to draw and yes this is the surprise I told u bout jsjfjsjfje

And I will say yuzuhira did give me a tumor with her clothes and hair but we figured it out😭 but yeah looking at their personalities I couldn’t help but imagine yuzuhira just sneaking up on sabito with some tks >:3

Me being sappy under the cut here

I gotta say fr tho thank you really for just being an amazing friend to me and getting me introduced to this amazing platform on tumblr and just everything ur such a kind amazing funny person who o love to talk to and u give great advice

Especially for my high schooler bullshit💀

I love talking bout the most random shit with u like fandoms pets or even idfk pancakes😭 it’s always so fun talking to you so I wanted to give you this to show u how much u mean to me

Stay awesome otherwise it’s homophobic/j

#art #digital art #tickle art #hells paradise #sagiri yamada asaemon #yuzuriha #sagiri x yuzuriha #yuzugiri #lee!sagiri #ler!yuzuriha #hells paradise tickle

[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.

#squealing santa #squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #tickle fic #my writing #bnha tickling #lee!aizawa shouta #lee!yamada hizashi #ler!aizawa shouta #ler!yamada hizashi #ticklish!aizawa shouta #ticklish!yamada hizashi #bnha #yamada hizashi #aizawa shouta #erasermic

[creepychippy]

Some sleepy Rambles:

Even though I'm one of the only Peeps creating t-worded Hifumi Yamada Content and one of the few who cares about it, here are some Ideas/Headcanons anyway:

- 100% ticklish Stomach. I don't make the Rules (except I kinda do)

- ticklish Thighs

- definitely snorts and squeals, especially when he gets caught off-guard

- Okay, so hear me out on this one: Palm Tickles. But not only just that. Imagine that when he receives Palm Tickles, especially on the Hand he uses mainly for drawing, he lets out the most innocent, most precious, carefree and lighthearted giggling there is much to everyone's Surprise

- tickling him is a good way to make him stop from overworking himself/stop him from pulling all Nighters in order to work on his Projects and actually force him to go to sleep

- at one point, Hifumi accidentally got the Hiccups from being tickled. Celeste found it pretty funny

- I can imagine that if you poke him in the Sides, he'll flail around with his Arms and lightly swat at the attacking Hand. Surprisingly enough, he never even once accidentally hit anyone with his Arms, always being careful around others and managing where his Arms are positioned at so as to avoid injuring anyone

- has drawn his fair Share of t-worded Scenes in his Fanworks, I'm pretty sure of it

#danganronpa #hifumi yamada #tickling #I can try to come up with more Ideas if you Peeps want me to (like how Hifumi would react to certain Lers for Example)- uwu

[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 :>

#eun writes #bnha #mha #bnha tickles #mha tickles #bnha shinsou #mha shinsou #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #bnha yamada #mha yamada #bnha eri #mha eri #ticklish!yamada #ticklish!hizashi #ticklish!present mic #ler!aizawa #ler!eraserhead #ler!shinsou #ler!eri #eri #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #hitoshi shinsou

[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.

#erasermic #erasermic tickling #erasermic tickle fic #mha #my hero academia #mha tickle fic #mha tickle #sfw tickling community #my hero academia tickle fic #boku no hero academia tickle fic #eraser head #shota aizawa #hizashi yamada #present mic #bnha tickle fic #tickle prompt sentence starters #erasermic tickle prompts #drabble #erasermic drabble #erasermic tickle drabble #ler!aizawa #lee!mic #aizawa mha #mic mha #aizawa bnha #mic bnha

[kanene-yaaay]

Yellow, Black, Blue and Warmth

Kanene’s note: I am very proud of this sdfghjqswerty.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

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

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic. ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Toshinori with Ler!Hizashi + Ler!Aizawa. Platonic or Romantic. Around 4.500 words.

* This has mouth tickles (raspberries, nibbles, tickly kisses...), teasy nicknames, use of the spotlight system (green, yellow and red) and baby talk. If there is anything that needs to be tagged just lemme know! 

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

* Tell someone that makes you feel safe how much they matter to you. If you want, no words are needed. Sometimes just an emoji or ‘this reminds of you’ is needed. Don’t forget you’re especial to someone, as well. <33

[~*~]

“W-wait!”

 His arms twitched on their position above his head and, not for the first time, he felt himself starting to lower them in a desperate urge to hide his flaming face adorned by a soft, uncontrollable kind of smile that only a few people in the world could claim the happiness of seeing.

 A warm hand rested on the right side of his ribcage and nails positioned themselves under his toes, two playful gazes looking at him, warningly.

 “Let’s-” a quiet gasp escaped from his lips when he tried to make a placating gesture with his hands and lowered them further, making the nimbly fingers start to wiggle restlessly on his spots. “I aham sure we can think another solution for this p-problem!”

 Goosebumps ran freely across his body in a wave of warm and excitement as the concentrated, evil black eyes blinked lazily at him, their owner not dignifying himself with an answer before he shoved his face back on the right side of his stomach, nuzzling and humming calmly, his nose exploring, drawing shapes on the ticklish skin, the adult being extremely careful and attentive enough so every vibration seemed to buzz on every and any of his so, so sensitive nerves, leading his back to arch with the unbearable sensation and the “attacker” to smirk in his quietness.

 “I-I beg f-for you to reconside-eek!” He squirmed harder as a low ‘oh’ was pronounced, trying - with not nearly all his strength, if he was being honest, but no one needed to know that - to dislodge the other adult from the newly found sweet spot right next to his hip, which was currently being rustless attacked with soft, barely there kisses that, no matter how much he buckled, refused to move. “Please, please. Yohou don’t have to d-do this!”

 His barriers were starting to crumble, quiet sounds beginning to find their way out of his firmly pressed lips, red growing more on his face as an awed cooing researched his ears and the long, awfully long nails lightly scratched the arch of his feet, making themselves known. They prodded, scribbled and danced skillfully across his sole, circling the weak spots that, for the way the blonde’s grin widened every time he stumbled in a new one, wouldn’t be forgotten that easily.

 And then Toshinori giggled. 

 That was when he realized he was doomed.

“Aw, but I do think we do! Who wouldn’t want to hear more of that cute laughter of yours, my dear squeaky listener?”

 “Hi-hizashi-san!”

 “Yes, my wiggly wiggley bear? What is the matter? You seem rather smiley today. ~” Hizashi sing-sang, an only one finger focusing at that lovely spot right under the ball of his feet that made him squeal in a poorly hidden delight, his laughter starting to overcome his titters. Especially as Shouta decided to be a little more hands-on and weak, almost maddening touches were spidered on Yagi’s right side, not helping at all the flow of high pitched squeaks escaping from his mouth. “Does that tickle? Huh? Does that tickle tickle tickle you so much that it makes you want to give us all that amazing squealing squeals and cute yelps? Aw, isn’t that so kind of him, Shou?”

 “You think that after so much hero work the Symbol of Peace would have gotten at least a bit of a resistance.” Aizawa pointed, not bothering to lift his head so his words wouldn’t be muffled as they hit directly Toshinori’s tummy, not even a drop of remorse on his tune as his act made the aforementioned to crackle, kicking as a series of ‘nonono’s filled the room. “Don’t you agree, Toshinori? Just a few well placed tickles here and there and then All Might would be begging for mercy in a few seconds. Tsk. So ticklish, so helpless, so cute.”

 Aizawa didn’t call them cute often. He did, however, reconsider his choice when his gaze quickly locked on Yagi, a nice feeling bubbling in his chest with the other’s half whine, half giggle, his wobbly, happy smile almost disappearing under all the blush that consumed his features.

  “Right!” Yamada experimentally squeezed his calf, beaming when a guffaw answered him, the leg tugging halfheartedly on his grip, arms hugging himself to not push them away. “But that is no problem! We are teachers, after all. Teachers very capable of teaching him how to increase his endurance, and I think I have the perfect idea of a lesson to help him.”

 Yagi was dying. Part of himself wanted to flee away from all the attention, all the warm, caring touches and compliments and that absurdly insufferable sensation that still tingled his body even now, when Shouta and Hizashi stopped to loom over his form with matching evil smirks, making it almost impossible for him to not hide his face and curl in a silly, rather giggly ball.

 The words of the previous finally sank in his mind and he fiercely shook his head, not trusting his own mouth and trying to not let the amusement he felt blooming on him to drip on his move.

 “Awesome! Thank you for agreeing, tickly listener. It’s amazing to know you’re also as eager for this just as we are!”

 “But I did not-” A true shriek cut his words as Aizawa dug his fingers on his armpits, resulting in a sea of wild giggles to overtake him. The tickles being mean enough to be able to completely dissolve his protests, although also the right amount of light so Yamada’s teasy words would still be able to be heard above him.

 “So!” The Voice Hero clapped joyfully, getting even more excited at the other's reactions. “The best way to be prepared for any situation is to train! Practice! You need to be prepared to all resist to any and every trickys tickly tickle technique that exists, which means scribbles, scratches, squeezes, kneads, nibbles, nuzzles, kisses, spidering, nursery rhymes, and ooooh, of course, raspberries!” Hizashi nodded once, determined.

 “I can’t!” Yagi threw his attempts of forming entire, coherent sentences out of the window, his brain basically short-circuiting on Hizashi’s first examples. “Please, please, I swear! I cahahan’t!”

 “Oh, don’t worry my dear sweet, squirmy listener, it’s really a lot of work to do... But! You will not be doing it alone! Me and Shouta will be here cheering and helping you for hours and hours and hours until you master the whooole lesson. And," the blonde got closer, lowering his tune until his words were just a breath on Yagi's ears, teasing the sensitive spot no matter how much he shrugged and shook his head. "If you get something wrong all we need to do it's just start aaaall over and over again, right, Shou?!”

 “Oh gohod.”

 “Of course, I don’t waste my time with someone who doesn’t have potential.”

 Aizawa’s predator smirk and tone maybe would be scarier if it wasn't broken by Yamada’s loud cooing, the taller coming back to his previous position as he rested a quick squeeze on Shouta's hip, fishing a surprised snort and a warningly glance from the black haired man, who, on his turn received an innocent whistling as an answer. Toshinori chuckled in amusement at the scene, gratefully taking the breather.

 “Better be careful,” Yagi’s tune was innocent, with a titter dropping here and there, still, a dangerous shine gleamed intensely on his blue eyes, “so that lesson won’t backfire on you in the future.”

 Aizawa stared at him, the tip of his lips curling in a barely there grin that heavily contrasted and complemented Yamada’s dramatic gasp in betrayal.

 “Very well.” Eraserhead said, positioning himself on top of his legs, successfully pining him on the mattress. "Let's take care of any riot that might happen right now, then."

 Suddenly, All Might senses all the confidence he felt not a few seconds ago to transform in butterflies flying in despair on his stomach. Shouta’s shadow stood above him, the usual bored expression plastered on his features as his face lowered closer and closer of the blonde, stopping just a few centimeters from his ear.

  Toshinori held his breath in anticipation.

 “Green?”

 Something… something he couldn’t really nominate melted in his heart and for a moment he forgot how words worked.

 He really loved them both so much.

 “Green.”

 Shouta chuckled.

 "Good." He adjusted himself, resting their foreheads together and capturing those blue eyes to himself. "Giggles, titters, whines… every sound you make I will be able to hear clearly so be very, very careful and don't laugh.”

 Toshinori gasped when the feeling of skilled hands, scratching and kneading his side shoot through him. The offending fingers danced slowly, taking their time on each weak spots before switching to another one, a bit too close of his stomach or his spine, completely oblivious to how Toshinori's chest already shook with trapped sounds. Toshinori realized, maybe too late, how their new position prevented him to perceive where Aizawa would attack next, every time the black-haired hero changed his target to an unexpected spot adding a tear in his barriers, the squeaks and crackles getting stronger and harder to contain.

 “So, sweetpea, how would you rate your ticklish experience from one to ten, so far?” Yagi couldn’t help the way his body twitched and squirmed involuntarily at Yamada’s voice, his imagination unhelpfully whispering that, at any moment, any moment now, Hizashi would give up from his purely verbal teases and be touchier. “One being ‘That Is All You Can Do?’ and ten being ‘This Is Everything I ever Dreamed About Please Don’t ever Stop?’” 

 “P-p-lease!”

 “That is not a number.” Aizawa observed, jumping in his friend’s teasing at the same time he stopped, thinking about something until his eyes shone. His voice was velvety, almost as a purring. “But that can be helped. Here, I will refresh your memory.” A finger pressed on the lowest rib on his right and the blonde’s eyes widened, a snort flying from his lips, his head shaking from one side to other, a pleading gaze.

 “Wait! Aizawa, please, wait! I will do anything!”

 “What.” Suddenly the finger was replaced by the whole hand shaped as a claw, the spot where it touched tingled in anticipation. “Did you call me?”

 Aizawa was adamant about very few things, actually.

 Hizashi chuckled darkly, free of any pity, next to him. “I think he is asking for it, Shou.”

 Do not mess with his cats. Do not mess with his kids. Do not wake him up. Do not eat his jelly porches and, of course, if he gave you the permission to call him by his first name, use it.

 “No, no, no! I meant! I meheheant Shouta!”

 Of course, except for the first two, he didn’t actually care that much for when the others were ignored by his close friends, but - he curled his fingers, watching as Yagi continued to squirm and snicker at every twitch of his fingers - that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have his fun with this slip. 

 “And also,” again, Yamada pipped in, “he just giggled, didn’t you just said him to not laugh?”

 “I did.” 

 “Please! Anything! Anything you want! Just name it! I will givehe you anythihihihing.”

 Aizawa adjusted himself so his lips would rest on Yagi’s neck, he sighed deeply, relaxed. 

 “Then give me your laughter.”

 And he started.

 The fingers dug on his spot, prodding and scribbling in attacks which danced in a perfect synchrony with the fast nibbles assaulting all the sensitive skin he could reach, expertly dodging from all the trashing, the attacks seemingly to only be fueled by his shrieks.

 “An autograph!” loud, booming laughter exploded, snorts and an intelligible mix of half English and half Japanese painting his words stumbling and falling nonstop from his mouth. Yagi lost track of what he was saying the moment a raspberry was placed right under his chin and the hand tased his side, vibrating and vibrating and vibrating there for what seemed an entire eternity. “Rare merchandise! My house! Anything, I swear, anything but this!”

 “Oh my god.” Hizashi braced himself on the wall, his conflicted heart torn between cooing and teasing the other for how much adorable he was being and giggling in joy with his funny reactions. “Oh my god. Shouta, please, don’t ever stop tickling him, this is the most precious scene I witnessed in my whole life.”

 Shouta felt tempted to agree, however, after a couple of minutes, he stopped, shoving his face on the other’s shoulder to hide his own soft chuckles, being accompanied by the residual, bubbling giggles. They waited until his breath became steadier before the one with black, deep eyes stared at the watery, gleaming blue ones.

 “Shoutahaha…”

 “Just one more spot, okay?”

 Toshinori closed his eyes, nodding before trying to hide his expression under his hands, being stopped by Yamada, who took each one of them gently and gave a kiss on his knuckles, lacing their fingers, knowing very well Yagi wouldn’t attempt to pry them away like this. 

 “No hiding your beautiful face, remember?” Yagi wanted to huff in annoyance at the unprompted tease, but it was being said with such lovely care that he couldn’t help but melt under it, especially when Shouta began to bombard the place behind his ear with kisses and small raspberries, descending him in quiet titters and silent laughter sprinkled with sporadic guffaws.

 After a few more of kisses, tickles and fast, inaudible giggles he ceased his attack, giving a last nibble on his ear before getting up from him, letting the Symbol of Peace recompose himself between his blush and gigantic smile, offering a cup of water when his laughter stopped to fly across the room, all of them enjoying the silence as Toshinori drank the liquid, thanking Shouta.

 “Green?” Hizashi asked, stepping a little closer, a shy grin on his lips.

 “Oh my… Why do you have to make me say that?” Toshinori squeezed their hands, huffing and deviating his gaze. “Green.”

 The blinding smile that was sent in his way seemed to have enough shine to light up the whole house. “Let’s jam!”

 The Voice Hero tried to untwine their hands kindly, blinking in surprise when the other only held them more fiercely. He tried again, same result. Behind them Shouta snorted, amused.

 “Giggly bear, my sweetpea, you will have to let go of my hands.”

 “Absolutely not, you will attack me.”

 Yagi stared at him with a challenge in his face, daring the hero to do something about that.

 “Well…” Hizashi winked playfully. “I always have my mouth, and, you know? That wiggly wiggley yummy tummy of yours seems to be asking for a couple or maybe a dozen of raspberries… ~”

 “Wait, no!” Toshinori squirmed, instinctively sucking his belly. “Don’t!”

 “Aw, but that is such a pity! I was thinking about being a bit merciful today, you know? Maybe some skittering under your knees, being sure to give enough attention to every inch of both of them, I mean, we don’t want anyone feeling left out of the fun, of course! Then I would give one or two squeezes on them, a swift under your wiggly wiggley toes, a few scratches on your squirmy feet and voilá! A happy, silly, giggly Yagi ready to go. But, well, now I believe I don’t have another choice except place all the mean raspberries aaaall over your unprotected stomach and sides and ribs and sides and neck and ribs and-”

 “Stop, stop!” Toshinori let go of his hands in order to hug his tingling torso, curling in a defense ball, trying to stop the feeling of the imaginary tickles. “J-just get over it!”

 “Aw,” Hizashi placed a kiss on his temple, smiling softly for a piece of moment before letting it turn into an evil grin. “Your wish is an order, my adorably ticklish bear.”

 He positioned his hands in each leg, grazing his nails from the bottom of his calves and lightly scribbling their way up to the wonderfully sensitive spot under his knee, taking his time to draw spirals and rivers on the skin, being very content to feel the other squirm under his touches, huffs of laughter puffing from his lips. “Hey, Toshi, can I ask a question?”

 “Fuck,” he squeaked when an unexpected pinch was placed on his hip before Hizashi innocently continued his previous attack. “Y-you may.”

 “Right! But, first of all, let me take care of this two...” Yamada smiled, completely unfazed as he sat on the bed, holding both ankles and lifting before resting them on his shoulders. “There you go, squirmy toy! All comfy and unable to wiggle away from my curious, tickly fingers!”

 “He is going to kick you.” Aizawa rolled his eyes, getting closer until he could get a firm, yet gentle, grip on Yagi’s ankles, truly preventing him from moving them. “Here. Now ask your question.”

 “Thank you, babe.” Hizashi relished on the way Aizawa’s ears were painted in red before beaming again at Toshinori, who kept trying to pull his legs away from his predicament, and seeming to take the fact that he wasn’t laughing his head off as a personal offense. He rested his hands on his knees again, one of them squeezing them skillfully while the other scratched the sensitive skin underneath it. “So, Toshinori, what do you think it tickles more? When I squeeze, squeeze, squeeze those adorable ticklish kneecaps or when I tickle tickle tickle them silly?”

 “No, no, no!”

 “No?! Aw, I am afraid that isn’t really the answer I am looking for, darling… But that is okay! Do you know what I am going to do now, Toshi? Huh? Do you know?” 

 Yagi just shook his head, knowing pretty well that anything said would just fuel the evil words dripping freely from the other’s mouth.

 “Not even a guess?” He changed his technique to lightly tease with plentiful of scribbles the sensitive spot with just the tip of his fingers. “An itsy bitsy tiny guess? Awn.” A fake pout adorned his face. His fingers ascended a bit more, now tormenting the thighs, their owner smiling wide as the squirms began to get stronger, drawing circles around the little weak spots he knew that would fish the wildest laughter. “But I will tell you anyway! Because the Tickle Monster is feeling very kind today. I am going to get those sensitives calves riiiight here!” 

 “Hizashi!” Yagi tried to pull his legs again, his giggles becoming more frantic as he realized they didn’t even buckle from their spot. “I can’t. I promise you, I can’t! Hihihihizashi!”

 “But I do think you can! I believe in you, Toshinori. You’re such a strong, nice tickle bug. I think you definitely can take some good cootchie-coothie-coos right here!” He poked. “And here” Poke. “And here, and here, and here, here, here!” 

 Suddenly a sea of pokes - just that, just tiny, harmless, quick pokes that shouldn’t be able to make him feel even more ticklish than he already was - assaulted his calves, some surprising pinches and clawing also making an appearance and disappearing just as fast as they came.

 “Shut up, please, shut up!” Throwing his head with loud, squealing chortles, Toshinori pleaded, his mind overtaken with how much it tickled and how unbearable it was and how amazing all of this felt. 

 “Gasp! Toshi! How can you say that? The Tickle Monster thought you loved his teases. Why would you want them to ever stop? Do they make you feel more ticklish? Huh? Do they? Do all my silly teases and tickly attacks make the big, strong Yagi Toshinori become a very lovely and adorable mess of those cute sounds? Huh?”

 “Don’t you think how great would it be if we just stayed like this forever? Me, here, playing with you and your awfully helpless toes,” at the mention of the new spot Yamada changed his target, making the other to arch his back and shriek in belly laughter as fingers attacked under his toes, tickling and digging unmercifully at every single one of them. “and hearing this wonderful laughter! Don’t even make me start about your laughter! It is music to my ears.”

 When nothing but a series of snorts and loud laughter answered him, the blonde decided to stop his tickles, slowing them until his warm hands just rested there, peacefully.

 Toshinori wiped the single tear that traveled to his hot cheek, just a quick glance in Aizawa and Yamada’s general direction being enough to make his giggles start a-new.

 “I am not even doing nothing to you.” The tease couldn’t be helped, especially as his giggles got stronger and, consequently, quieter.

 “Your hands!”

 “My hands? What about them?” Hizashi shouldn’t be allowed to feel that much smug nor powerful.

 “They’re just…” A flow of intelligible noises fell from Yagi’s lips, and he decided to try again. “They’re just there! It tickles!”

 “Now, it does?”

 “I would never have guessed.” Aizawa deadpanned, watching as the other wiggled and squirmed in protest.

 “Right? I mean, they’re just chilling there. No moving, no tickling and Toshinori attacks them like that! I would feel wounded, but I guess he is really just a very ticklish giggle bug. Shouta, what are we going to do? The lesson clearly isn’t working… Oh, I wonder if there is something I could do to stop tickling him...”

 “Just take them off there!” Yagi gasped when the fingers started to skitter around his ankles, another newly discovered sweet spot that erupted a new round of snorts. “No!”

 “I don’t think there is anything that can be done. We could just stop and stare at him and he would be laughing uncontrollably in three seconds.” Aizawa remarked.

 “He is just too much sensitive, ya know? Just an itsy bitsy touch and you get him all giggly and blushy.” 

 “Am nohohot!”

 “And helpless too. Cute and helpless.”

 “Shouta, plehehease, let me go!”

 “Yean, absolutely.” Hizashi agreed, shaking his head with fake sadness, a tiny grin blooming on his lips. “I guess this is our fate, Sho, to hear him laugh and squeal and snort and giggle-giggle-giggle at anything we do.”

 “A pity.”

 “Enough!” Both stopped, hearing the light of tiredness painting Yagi’s tune. “That- haha, that is enough, please.”

 “Yellow?”

 “Red.” Toshinori smiled, feeling yet too shy to find their gazes with his. “I'm just an old man with one lung.”

 Hizashi snorted, offering him a bottle of water and heading to the kitchen to make his special tea - after all, no one knew a better recipe for tired throats than the Voice Hero himself, - and Aizawa just rolled his eyes, sitting on the mattress and massaging his feet, a calming gesture that helped both to relax as they enjoyed the silence with the phantom laughter and reminiscent giddiness that still ran on their veins.

 “Shouta,” Toshinori lightly hit the other’s thigh with his free feet until the black haired one turned his attention to him, not even slightly prepared for the soft, incredibly soft, expression and gleaming, energetic eyes which found his. “Thank you.”

 Aizawa scoffed, quickly trying to brush off the warmth engulfing his heart and smile that tried at all cost to appear on his features. 

 “It was very… enjoyable.” Toshinori pressed further, tipping his head to the side in an attempt to see his expression. “Your technique is very effective! You don’t rely a lot on verbal teases but the way you can mix different attacks and keep track of which spots bring the most reactions is very impressive! Not to mention-” A squeak broke his thoughts when a mean squeeze was delivered on his calf, Aizawa huffing before massaging the local to make the tingles go away.

 “Continue with this and I will not be above ganging up with Hizashi to wreck you, again.”

 “If it’s Complementing Eraserhead hours and you’re being too stubborn to accept the deserved nice words I think it’s very clear who I will end up helping.” Hizashi remarked as he got into the room, distributing the tea before squishing himself between them, almost spilling the drink as a warning tickle on his stomach made him jump.

 “Hey!” The one being called just quirked an eyebrow at him, almost challenging. Hizashi just shrugged. “It would still be worth it.”

 “Yagi,” Toshinori blinked, surprised at being pulled on their usual bickering, staring Aizawa above the rim of his mug. “Analyses about Hizashi as the ler.”

 An inhumane screech flew from Yamada’s lips. “Don’t you dare!”

 When he was over, sneaking one and other praise for Eraserhead here and there, they were all laid on the bed, limbs entangled due both the magnetism that seemed to pull them together and the fact that if it wasn’t for it, Yamada would have already fled from the room on the shine of Yagi’s first word.

 “I don’t like you.” The one with long, blond hair complained, grumbling when his sentence only made the others snuggle closer, snickering. “None of you. You’re both very mean and dirty traitors and I am going to scream.”

 “Don’t.” Aizawa slurred from somewhere behind Toshinori, his tune showing he was almost asleep. Hizashi, who already forgave them for their “betray” searched for his waist, resting his arm on it and very lightly scratching the base of his back, a spot he knew would make the underground hero absolutely melt. Toshinori captured his free hand, coming close and humming softly as his finger traced the lines on his palm.

 Soft. Good. Warm.

 At some point of the conversation, someone had turned the television on, and for a few pieces of moment the show playing in the background was the only thing that filled the silence.

 “Hey, Toshi.”

 “Yes?”

 “I know you don’t like a lot of attention when the tickling is over but… thank you.” A quick kiss was delivered on his forehead, happy to see no trace of discomfort on the other’s features, only a tiny, timid smile. “Thank you.”

 “Go to sleep, Hizashi.” And then he kissed his knuckles, just like Hizashi did back then, and Shouta murmured something, pulling them closer and Hizashi smiled and the television started to grow more and more silent.

 “Ok.”

 After that, everything was soft, good, warm.

[~*~]

Inspirations!

* That entire AllEraserMic tickle series that I absolutely live for

* The teases from the fanfics of that amazing author

* A very especific post about cute reactions when the lee is being tickled but I can’t find it so please enjoy Onion’s blog (the op)  instead. His blog is gold.

#The warnings makes this looks more serious than it is sdertyuioiuyt honestly they're just tickling each other and having fun xDD #Lee!Yagi #Ticklish!Toshinori #Lee!AllMight #OKAY BUT HE DESERVES ALL THE TICKLES #Ler!Aizawa #Ler!Yamada #Ler!President Mic #Ler!Eraserhead #bnha tickles #bnha tickling #Kanene's Fic #Kanene's Fanfic #if someone knows which post from Onion I am talking about pls send the link I am begging u #/lh #This is so soft I am dyiiing #long boi post #mouth tickles

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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!

#mha/bnha #erasermic #implied erasermic family #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #present mic #eraserhead #tickle #tickle fic #Lee!aizawa #ler!hizashi #I adore these two so much!

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Midoriya x Reader - Tummy Love

Summary: You felt so low and hurt after having a rough day and luckily Midoriya thought it would be a good idea to visit you

Ler: Midoriya

Lee: Reader

Words: 955

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Today was horrible! I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened to me today. First off, I failed a pop quiz that I thought I knew the answers to. I got lectured by Yamada Sensei for being late to his class, but thankfully, he wasn’t too harsh on me. I embarrassed myself at training like slipped and fell while running laps.

It felt so exhausting, having to go through a day with mistakes and feeling so many emotions build up inside my gut. I know that we all have bad days, but this is ridiculous. Maybe I was jinxed? Did I do something wrong, like break a mirror? Either way, I’m upset about how the day had turned out.

Something was knocking on my door softly, and I saw green hair coming through the door crack when being opened. “Hey, you.” My boyfriend, Midoriya, said, shutting the door behind him. I didn’t answer him and sighed through my nose instead. Midoriya got on the foot on my bed and began to crawl towards me. I knew what he was going to do to help me get better.

I straightened my legs flat on my sheets and rested my back against the headboard since I was in a sitting position and adjusting myself so Midoriya could lay on top of my legs, wrap his arms around my back, and rest his chin on my stomach. I always like this kind of position whenever I feel down.

I shifted his hair back with my hand as Midoriya looked up with his chin on my stomach. “I’m so sorry. I heard a lot of bad stuff happened to you today.” He said, frowning.

I took a deep breath and sighed. “I wished it could’ve been better. Today just got me so-” “Don’t worry, you don’t need to get into details, and I know today wasn’t a very good day for you, and that’s okay because I’m here now!”

I didn’t realize that I felt my eyes were being filled with tears, and I wiped my nose after I sniffled. My emotions were catching up with me again. “Today just sucked!” I started to cry a little and covered my face with my hands to hide. “Oh, honey, no, it’ll be okay!”

“No, it won’t!” “I’m sorry, baby. Shh, shh.” Midoriya rubbed my arms gently to calm me down while I was breathing heavily to stop crying.

He sat up and hugged me close while scratching my hair. He did everything he could think of to help me settle down. “Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay. I’m here.” Somehow I was starting to feel myself relax. He felt so warm and safe. His steady, calm breaths felt soothing to me.

After moments of silence and the comforting feeling of being held, I finally stopped crying. “I know this is probably the hardest time for you because when you feel sad, it’s literally the worst time, but I’m here for you. I don’t want you to feel like you are alone, especially at a time like this. I want you to be happy and safe, and I know when you’re feeling bad, sometimes you might just need someone to,”

Midoriya paused what he was trying to say and gently kissed my forehead. “To kiss you and tell you it’s gonna be okay. I know it’s painful, and I know it feels like crap but don’t worry, you’re not alone, and you’ll never be alone.”

This is why I love Midoriya. It’s like he always knows what to say to get you through the day, and he’s always the supporting type in the relationship.

Midoriya let me go and laid down on top of my legs with his head on my stomach. “I love you, and I want to be there for you, and I’ll hold you in my arms as tight as I can. I just want you to be okay.”

I ran my fingers through his hair with my heart getting full of his love and the sweet words that he could offer. “I’ll be fine, Izuku.” “Oh, I know! I know you’ll be fine. I don’t want you to try too hard to be okay.”

“Why are you so sweet to me?” I asked with a soft smile. He started to rub my stomach. “Because I care about you, and I love to see your smile. I’ll make you feel better in no time.” With that, Midoriya buried his face in my stomach and gave a big loud kiss. We both giggled after that. “And I’ll give you lots of kisses!”

Midoriya moved my shirt up and started to kiss all over my belly. I didn’t expect that it would tickle so bad. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohoho! Izu it tihihickles!” “Aww, I didn’t think my kisses on your tummy would tickle!” He teased.

I blushed and giggled. “Don’t say that!” I whined. “What? Tickle?” Midoriya grinned. “And tummy!” “What’s wrong? Is your tummy ticklish? Do you a ticklish little tummy?”

Before I knew it, Midoriya pinned my wrists to my sides and planted quick kisses everywhere on my belly.

“Ehehehehehehehehe stohohohohop! It tihihihihickles!” “Mwah! But your cute ticklish tummy is begging to have kisses!” Then he continued to give my belly more kisses. “Ahahahahahahahahahaha ehehehehehehehe okay stohohohop!" I pleaded after squirming underneath and giggling uncontrollably.

Midoriya chuckled after he stopped. “I think you’re too ticklish for my kisses.” He smiled cheekily. “You think?”

Midoriya switched his position and now with his back against the headboard and me almost falling asleep on his chest as his fingers played with my hair. “At least I got you to smile, huh?” Midoriya said. I smiled one last time before slipping myself to sleep.

#mha midoriya #lee!reader #ler!midoriya #ticklish!reader #midoriya x reader

[fanfic-chan]

How about Midnight and Mina gang up on Aizawa who’s grumpy after a long day? And afterwards Midnight is like, “Oh by the way, I made your favorite,” for dinner. :D Love your work btw!

Tysm! Oh my gosh this prompt is soooo cute! I did struggle with it a bit at first, but I did my best and overall I think it turned out alright! I hope you like it!^^

Grumpy Cat

Lers: Midnight and Mina

Lee: Aizawa

"Senseiiii! Come on! You can't just lay there grumping around all day! You need to get up and eat something, and everyone's afraid to come in the kitchen because of you!"

"Not my problem."

"Ugh! Your hopeless!"

"I can live with that."

"Grumpyhead!"

"Brat."

Mina had been going back and forth like this with her homeroom teacher for about ten minutes now, trying to get him to cheer up with no luck so far. Aizawa-Sensei's moods weren't exactly uncommon, but ever since his patrol schedule had been changed, and he'd had less time to sleep, they'd been becoming more frequent. To the point where his students and coworkers alike were starting to worry about him.

Some of the more reserved students, like Ojiro and Tokoyami, did their best to avoid him, deciding it was best to let him have his space, while others like Kirishima and Midoriya made an effort to cheer him up by doing small favors or offering compliments. Nothing seemed to be working though, and Mina was starting to get sick of it.

"Come on! Your always on Midoriya's case about taking care of himself, but look at yourself! Don't you want to set a good example for Mr. Bonebreaker?"

(A muffled, "Hey! I'm not breaking my arms.. As much..." Could be heard from the common room, but Mina decided to ignore that argument for the moment. She was already busy with another one. She could deal with Midoriya's sad excuse of self-care later.)

"It's do as I say, not as I do."

"Ugh!"

She was just about ready to give up for now when Miss Midnight walked in. She paused in the doorway and frowned when she spotted her moody coworker.

"Hey Shouta. I picked up your favorite from that restaurant you like- Ah. I see he's in one of his moods again."

"Shut up Kayama."

The Rated-R hero rolled her eyes at that before making her way over to the distraught hero in training.

"So? How long has he been like this?"

"Three hours!"

"Have you tried bribing him with coffee?"

"Obviously."

"Cat videos?"

"Of course!"

Kayama leaned back against the kitchen counter, thoughtful. Few things could get Shouta out of these little episodes when he had them, but there were a few techniques that she knew of that worked pretty well back in highschool. 

See. She, Yamada, and Oboro had a system when it came to Shouta's moods. First they would just give him space, then, if that didn't work, it would go in the order of: forcing him to nap, giving him juice packets and/or coffee, or play cat video compilations. Then, if he still refused to cooperate, as a last resort, there was- Ah.

Bingo.

"Hey kiddo. I think I know just the thing to get Grumpy Cat here smiling again."

"Really?! You do?!"

"Yup. Just follow my lead."

Slowly, quietly, Midnight crept up behind the unsuspecting insomniac, and after a small nod towards a very confused but excited Mina, she dug her fingertips into his ribs. The reaction was immediate.

"K-Kayamahaha! W-Whahat are you dohoing?! Quhuit it!"

"Awwww~ What's wrong Shouta? Don't tell me the big bad erasure hero is ticklish~"

"Sh-Shuhut up!"

She heard a small gasp of surprise from Mina and looked up. The girl was practically bouncing in place, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Sensei is ticklish?! Your kidding!"

"Nope. He sure is. Been that way since highschool."

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

"Stohohop tahalking as if I'm not hehehere!"

At this point, the erasure hero had practically melted into a puddle of bright laughter, an odd sight for the usually stern teacher. A sight that Mina seemed to find very amusing, if her own giggles were anything to go by. 

"Hey Ashido."

The girl looked up at her curiously, and she smirked.

"Wanna help?"

"Can I?!"

"Nohoho! She can't!"

"Yes, she can! Come on Pinky!"

That was all the permission the girl needed, it seemed, as she immediately pounced on her teacher alongside the woman.

"Don't worry sensei! Miss Midnight and I will cheer you up in no time!"

"Hahaha! Nohoho! 

They kept this up for about another three minutes or so before, 

"OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAY! I'LL GEHEHET UP AND EHEHEAT!"

"Finally!"

As the two of them backed off, after taking a minute to compose himself, Aizawa snatched up the bag of food Kayama had brought and started eating, the woman sauntering out, looking smug. Satisfied, Mina started to leave as well when,

"I hope you don't think your getting off the hook for this, Ashido."

She looked back at her sensei in surprise. That tone had sounded almost... Challenging?

"Sensei?"

"I never let my opponent's get away, so you better watch your back. I always get my revenge. Consider it a training exercise of sorts, hm?"

She was sure she'd misheard him at first, because Aizawa-Sensei was never playful, but the mischievous little smirk on his face as he made eye contact with her cancelled out her doubts immediately, and she grinned.

It was so on!

Requests are: Open

#bnha+tickling #mama midnight #mina ashido #shouta aizawa #ler midnight #ler mina #lee Aizawa #dadzawa #sfw #sfw tickles #platonic

[august-anon]

Smile, Sunshine

Tickletober 2022, Day 21: Wake Up! [LATE]

i wrote most of this while half asleep, just in case there are a lot of typos lol

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Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia

Ship(s): EraserMic

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

Word Count: 330 words

Summary: Hizashi knows just how to help Shouta wake up with a smile.

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Far too often, Shouta woke up with a scowl. Some horrible mix of his insomnia, his late hero hours working Underground, and the trauma he’d collected over the years meant that his sleep was often short, restless, and uncomfortable. So, honestly, Hizashi couldn’t blame him for the scowl that graced his face whenever he had to join the waking world.

So Hizashi did his best to make the mornings as painless as possible. He made sure there was plenty of coffee ready, that Shouta’s eye drops were nearby, that breakfast was ready (well, if he had time– waking up wasn’t great for Hizashi either. Sometimes the best they could do was a few jelly pouches).

But, of course, there was one way to get Shouta to wake up with a smile. Hizashi tended to save it for weekends or special occasions, since it could take some time. Luckily, that morning, they had the day off school, and Hizashi wasn’t on-call for any hero work.

He rolled over, draping himself over Shouta’s back. Shouta mumbled, shifting slightly, but didn’t fully wake, not just yet. Hizashi slipped his fingers up underneath Shouta’s sleep shirt, tracing his fingers over his back and side. It earned him a sleepy hum and Shouta scrubbing his face into the pillow.

As Shouta slowly inched his way into consciousness, Hizashi slowly ramped up his touches, until low, rolling giggles were tumbling from Shouta’s lips as his half-asleep formed squirmed under their covers. Hizashi couldn’t help but giggle along. Shouta’s laugh was just too sweet, and far too rare. He was going to enjoy it while he had it.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” Hizashi sang when Shouta turned his head on the pillow to face him.

“‘Zashi,” Shouta whined, as if he actually minded.

“It’s another beautiful day! Let’s start it with a smile, huh, love?”

Shouta grumbled, but made no actual protest, quickly lost to his giggles once more. God, Hizashi would never get tired of that sound.

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober 2022 #tickle fic #my writing #bnha tickling #lee!aizawa shouta #ler!yamada hizashi #ticklish!aizawa shouta #bnha #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #erasermic

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Intro & stuff I’ve written🖊 

Heeey!

Welcome to my blog! Or…you could call it my fridge 😎

It’s pretty laid back here. I’m really just vibin’ and my activity’s a little sporadic. This is a sfw tickle blog that also contains the occasional post featuring cats, funny chat posts, fan art, and whatever else catches my eye. Aside from that, I love writing, but writing tickle stories is more of an every once in a while thing for me! Below are the few Boku no Hero Academia fics I’ve written for the community. Anything else I write going forward will all be added to this post under the cut.

Thanks for coming by!

Fics I've written:

BNHA

Even Now - switches Midoriya, Iida

I Got You! - ler Iida, lee Bakugou

What Is It? - switches Midoriya, Iida, Bakugou

Free of Charge - switches Kirishima, Kaminari

Holiday Cheer - Shinsou, Aizawa, Eri, Yamada

#sfw tickle community #tickle community #writing #tickle fics #intro #just-open-the-fridge-yo #fandoms #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia