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AHH ERASERMIC MY FREAKING HEART! I haven't written for these two dads in a hot minute! I've gotcha covered, anon!

Sweet Pea: "Is this a bad spot?" & Always and Forever: "Look how red you are!"

Mic was as good at tickling as he was blonde.

And he was quite blonde.

“Oo, is this a bad spot?” He cooed, grinning from ear to ear as Aizawa tried sinking back into their bed, his death grip on Mic’s wrist all the more telling. “Does someone got a ticklish set of ribs? Does he? Huh? Does he?”

“Hhiihhi-Hihihihizahahahhaashi! Knoohohock thahahaht ohohohohf-gehahahhahah!” Aizawa snorted, his reluctant grin on full display as his husband stayed on that terrible spot. “Ihiiihih’m trihihihihiying to sleehehehehep!”

“Baby, it’s the morning! You’ve been sleeping all night AND some! The day’s young; let’s go and celebrate it!” He tossed himself over Aizawa’s prone body, raking his fingers up and down his torso and earning even more sleepy giggles from the other. “Come out from those blankets and embrace the day!”

If he could, the eraser hero would have retorted something rude, but then Mic found that terrible spot along his upper ribs and the only sound to come out of his mouth was wheezy laughter. “Bahhahahahahhabe, plehahahahahhse!”

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you!” The blonde cooed, pulling the blankets back and revealing Aizawa’s face to the morning sun. “Aww! Look how red you are! What a cutie!”

“Ahehahahahah!” With little resistance left, Aizawa swallowed his pride. “Ohoohohohkay! Ohoohohkay,you wiihihihn! Now stahhahhaap!”

Mic whooped, ending his tickles with one last pinch to his ribs. Gasping for air, Aizawa flopped back against the sheets. Mic was soon to follow, his hand lovingly brushing strands of black out of his husband's face. “Glad you’re seeing things my way, love.”

“Hm…sure we can’t stay like this?” He snuggled closer, leaning his head on Mic’s shoulder with a small purr as he played with his hair. “Surely no one would mind if we…”

A crash echoed down the hall; followed by a squeal. Shinsou’s cry of annoyance followed as Eri’s shriek melted into giggles.

Mic raised an amused eyebrow. Aizawa groaned, tossing a hand over his face.

“Fine, fine. Let’s go face the day.”

Lee Megumi and Ler Gojo with the sentence starter 🧡 Miss You: “When’s the last time you smiled?”

I just need something with these two, they have such a father and son dynamic that I love so much <33

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Heyo! :D Oo, Gojo and Megumi! I also love their dynamic kjakjjkerjkaerj I've gotcha covered, anon! :3

Miss You: "When's the last time you smiled?"

“Megumi.” Gojo sounded..strangely serious. Megumi looked back at him, not liking the solemn expression he wore. “There’s something I need to know.”

There was a pause. Then…

“When’s the last time you smiled?”

Megumi all but groaned at the question, physically rolling his eyes so hard he leaned back. “Gojo-”

“I’m serious! I haven’t seen it in so long- I-I-” The older man sniffled, putting on an over the top frown with shiny eyes. “I miss my baby!”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying!” Megumi shoved him lightly, breaking Gojo’s character entirely as the older man laughed. “I smile when I feel like it. And I don’t feel like it right now.”

“Hmm, I see. You’ve got troubles, huh? Come on, talk to me.” Gojo opened his arms up invitingly, waggling his brows over his sunglasses. “Or do you want a hug? I give good ones.”

“No thanks, I don’t want to talk or hug.” Megumi backed up when Gojo stepped closer, grinning. “Gojo…”

“Megumi…” He taunted back, taking another daring step as Megumi backed up more. Seconds later, he was chasing him around the practice mats, laughing as Megumi scrambled to stay on his feet. “Come here, Megumi!”

“Stay awhahay-AH!” Megumi yelped when his foot caught the edge of a mat, tumbling into it with a low groan. For a brief moment, Gojo wondered if he got hurt.

But then Megumi was scrambling to get back up and he decided the kid was fine. In a matter of moments, he had him trapped on his back, digging into his ribs. “Ghoohoohooohojohohoohohohoho!”

“Look at that- smiling like the sun! Oh how I missed it!” Gojo cooed down at him, laughing alongside the teen as Megumi thashed and giggled beneath him. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you laughing so much- it’s been so long!”

“Nohohooh, yoohohohou’re juhuhuuhust ohoohohohld!” Megumi argued, all but squealing in mirth when Megumi attacked his armpits. “Geahhahahah, nohohooohohoho!”

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*does a little happy dance* AHH! God I love Soukoku- they never fail to make me happy kjaekjrakjerjk I've gotcha covered, anon! :D (and thank you for the kind words <3)

XOXO: "Do you like raspberries?"

He was a weird one, Dazai Osamu.

“Oi, what the hell are you doing?” Chuuya all but jumped when something ticklish brushed his stomach. Looking down, he found Dazai nosing his way under his shirt, head and shoulders just hidden beneath the cotton fabric. “Dazai!”

“Dazai’s not here right now, leave a message.” His boyfriend’s response was muffled, the words tickly and leaving Chuuya huffing around a laugh. “Wow, it’s smelly in here.”

“Shut up- if you don’t like it, get out!”

“Noooo, I’m so comfy!” Chuuya rolled his eyes, unable to fight down a laugh. “Hey, Chuuya…I have a question for you.”

“No, you cannot stay there forever, you dork- ah! Don’t bihihihte me!” Chuuya jerked, shoving at the lump against his torso. “Whahaht is it?”

“Do you…like raspberries?”

Oh no. “Dazai, do-hoohohohohohohon’t!” Chuuya all but shrieked as Dazai blew a massive raspberry against his skin, leaving him gasping for air. “Nohohohoohho, stahhahahap thahahahhahhat!”

“Huh? Whatcha say? Keep going?” Dazai called through his shirt, giggling like mad. “Okay!” Another raspberry followed, leaving Chuuya practically levitating out of the bed. “Hehe, you’re so ticklish, chibi!”

“Gehahahahhhahaha stahhahap yohohohohu jehehehehrk! Aheahehahhahahah-AHH!” The third one was so bad he accidentally activated his gravity manipulation. Dazai yelped as he was lifted into the air, nearly touching the roof on his way up. “Thehehehere..sthahhay ohohohover thehehehere.”

“Chuuuya, put me down!” Dazai made grabby hands at him, yelping when they threw him off center. “I want to cuddle yooooou~”

“No more tickling?” Chuuya raised a brow. Dazai pouted some but relented.

“No more tickling- whoa!” The brunette yelped as he was dropped into the pillows, squawking soon after when Chuuya stat on his back and began tickling his ribs. “Nohohohoho yoohoohu shahid noohohoh more tihihiihckling!”

Oo, dabihawks! They're such a comfort pair for me; anytime I go to write them, it never fails to bring me joy :3 I've gotcha covered!

Sweet Pea: "Is this a bad spot?" + Be Mine: "Oh that is IT! Come here!"

“You smell good.” Dabi stuck his face into Hawk’s back, feathers tickling his face as he breathed in. “You get a new body wash?”

Usually Hawks would hit him with a “No I just smell like this.”- following it up with some sort of smolder.

This time however- the blonde tensed up, shivering. “M-maybe?”

Dabi blinked, surprised by the reaction. Then he narrowed his eyes- suspicious. He pressed his face in once more, nuzzling.

“Ehehe!”

“Oh, is this a bad spot?” Dabi grinned, something within him deeply satisfied at Hawk’s tittery gasp. “Your wings really are that bad, huh? I knew they were ticklish, but you’re seriously this ticklish?”

“Yooohohu shuhuhuht your mohohohouth! Nohohohot lihihike you hahhave ahahhany rooohohohom to tahhahalk!” Hawks giggled out, nearly flying out of the bed when Dabi pressed his face back into his wings. The only thing keeping him there were strong arms wrapped around his waist. “Yohohohohur sohoohooho thhihihicklish, I dohohohon’t ehehehhven ahhahahve to tohoohohuch yohohohou!”

“Oh, really? You really mean that, birdie?” Each word spoken was muffled and utterly ticklish. Hawks could barely stand it as he squirmed from one side of the bed to another, taking Dabi with him as he went. “Anymore lip and I’m taking my nice gloves off.”

“Yoohohohou’re nihihihihice?”

“Oh that is IT! Come here!” Hawks all but cackled when his wings were assaulted, his soul nearly ascending after Dabi blew a massive raspberry into the soft appendage. “Pfft- pfft! Hold on- feather in my mouth- pfft!”

“Sehhehehehrves yohoohhou rihihihihht-AH! DAHHAHBI!” The bird hero’s taunt was cut short with a scream after Dabi began clawing at the wings, scribbling and scratching. “AHEHAHHAHHA NOHOHOHOHOOHOHOOO!”

“Dabi yeees~” The flame villain grinned, puffing with pride when Hawks let out a series of bird chirps through his laughter. “Sing me a song, pretty bird. Make it a good one.”

*cartwheels over to you* MYST! :D I love this so much ajrjajreajkrjkaejr I've gotcha covered, friend! :D

Adore: "I haven't even touched you yet!"

“Atsushi.”

The younger man couldn’t respond. His back was against the wall, hands raised as he tried to sink back further into the cool material behind him. The longer Dazai stared down at him, the worst his giggle fits got.

“Atsushi.” He said again, earning a squeaky laugh from the weretiger. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“I-I knhoohohw!” The shorter man tried to catch his breath, but even the slightest glace at Dazai’s smiling face made him choke. “Lohoohohk away!”

“Nope. I don’t want to.”

Atsushi was about to retort with something snippy when Dazai attacked, latching onto his waist with ten tickly fingers. “AH! Ahehahahhhahaha, wahahhahait, whahahhahait hohoohohohld ohohoohohon! I whahahhahsn’t reahhahahhady!”

A brief pause, Dazai grinning at him. “Are you ready now?”

Atsushi gasped, breathless. Then he nodded. “Yes-AH!” Those fingers came back quickly. “Wahhahait wahhahahait!”

“Tch, can’t decide? Are you ready or are you not?” Dazai mock rolled his eyes as he paused once more, fighting down a giggle at Atsushi’s doubled over state. “Ready?”

“Hohohld on..hohohohld oohohon..” With a final breath, he nodded. “I’m re-EHEHEHEHEH!”

“Whatcha say? I couldn’t hear you.” Dazai snickered as he moved targets, one hand clawing at Atsushi’s belly while the other squeezed along the base of his ribs. “Are you ready yet? Huh? Are you?”

“Ahehahahahhahah! Dahahahhahazahahahahai!” Atsushi tried grabbing his wrists, pushed at his shoulders, kicked him- nothing could ward off the mischievous man before him!

Granted- he wasn’t trying all that hard, but still!

“Aww, Atsushi! Where you going?” Dazai cooed at him, following the red faced weretiger down as he kept up his playful assault. “You can’t run away after telling me to wait so much! Tickle tickle tickle tickle~”

“And just like that, nothing is done.” Kunikida closed his notebook when he couldn’t ignore the pair’s giggle fits any longer. “Atsushi, go for the neck. He’s-”

“AH! AHEHAHHA AHHTHUSHI!”

“Oh, good- you found it.”

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OOO, Ler!Aizawa! My darling- I've gotcha covered, Chibi! :D Some good ol' student and teacher antics coming right up!

I'm Yours: "You like being tickled, don't you?"

“One more time!”

“Geez, kid- you really don’t give up, do you?” Aizawa rolled his neck, wincing some when it popped. “Hmm- the joys of getting older.”

“Why act so surprised? You always sound like that when you move.” It came out before Bakugou could stop it. His eyes widened when Aizawa turned a sharp glare in his direction, taking a step back. “Eh..sorry?”

“Always sound like that, eh? What- you think I’m a walking glow stick?” Something dangerous was in his teacher’s expression as he pulled at his capture scarf, prepping his weapon. Bakugou would be lying if he said he wasn’t the tiniest bit excited.

“Well- I was gonna say a bowl of pop rice…”

Aizawa puffed out a laugh before attacking, his scarf wrapping around Bakugou’s ankle before the blonde could escape. “Oh, you’re in for it now brat! Come here!”

“Wait- waahahhait, shiihiht nohohohohooh-ahheahhahhahahha!” The second he was in range, Aizawa had him pinned, kneading his sides and tickling like nobody’s business. “Mihihihihiihisthhhthir Aihihihihzahhahahhawaha!”

“Sorry- can’t hear very well. I’m too busy cracking like a bowl of rice cereal.” His teacher growled, snickering as Bakugou shrieked and cackled beneath him. “Still believe that?”

“Fihihihiihne, pohohohohohop rohoohohohohocks!”

“You must really like being tickled, don’t you? Why else would you persist?” Aizawa tsked with feign disappointment, unable to hide a laugh when Bakugou squawked like a bird. “I bet Jeanist loves having you as an intern; he’s older than me. Do you give him the same level of sass?”

“Hehehehehhe’s ohohohohoohlder? Shihihihiihihit!”

“Watch your mouth.” Aizawa scolded gently as he finally stopped, leaving Bakugou gasping for air on the ground. “And yeah- by a few years. Don’t tell him I told you that though- he’ll never forgive me.”

“Ehehe..hehehe..fihiihne, I wohoohn’t.” Bakugou gave a tired thumbs up, sprawling back on the matts for a much deserved rest. Aizawa turned to collect his scarf.

“Wait a minute!” Bakugou was on his feet literally five seconds later, fully revived. “We hadn’t finished our practice match!”

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AHH THE BOYS! :D I haven't written for Todobaku in forever- this was so fun! I hope you like it, anon!

I'm Yours: "You like being tickled, don't you?" + Love Bug: "What's so funny?"

“Pfft-”

Bakugou blinked, turning to look at his boyfriend as Todoroki turned away. “What?”

“Nothing.” He choked out, shoulders shaking.

“Not nothing! What’s so funny?” Bakugou poked at him, narrowing his eyes. “Are you laughing at me?”

“N-No! Not at yo-ohohu.” The half-and-half hero jerked at the feeling, giggling more as Bakugou twisted his finger against his ribs. “Stahhap!”

“Why? You like being tickled, don’t you?” Bakugou added another finger, rapidly poking at the spot as Todoroki giggled and attempted to curl up. “Come on- tell me! What’s funny?”

“I tohoohohld you, it was nohohohthing- gah!” Falling back into the bed, Todoroki tried and failed to grab his boyfriend’s hands as they latched onto his torso, thumbs drilling into the sides of his stomach while the rest of his fingers scritched along his waist. “Kahahahhatsuhuuhuki gehahahahhahhaha!”

“Tell me! I’m not gonna stop tickling you until you do!” Bakugou growled, climbing on top of him as he worked his fingers up and down the other’s ribs, snickering at the snorts and squeaks coming from him. “Share the joke!”

“Yohohoohu wohoohohuldn’t gehehhet it!”

“I bet I would.”

“Nohooohoho, iihihihihit’ll go ohoohoohver yoohooohohur heheahhahad!”

“Oi, are you calling me dumb?”

“Nohohoho- noohohohot thihihis tih-EHEHHHEHHE!” Todoroki arched with a shriek when Bakugou switched spots, reaching back and squeezing his thighs. “KAHAHHHATSUUUHUKI!”

“‘Not this time’- you’re a dead man!” Bakugou let out an evil laugh as he continued squeezing the life out of Todorki’s legs, watching his boyfriend flail and thrash through hysterical laughter. “Gonna tell me?”

“YEHHEHEHES!”

“For real?”

“YEHEHEHS I WIIHIIHHLL!”

“...Do you love me?”

“KAHAHAHTSUHUUHHKI!” Todoroki cried, slapping the mattress rapidly in a time-out motion. The tickles finally came to an end, leaving him breathless and giggly. “Meehehehan!”

“Yeah yeah. Tell me!” Bakugou insisted on his earlier deal, watching Todoroki run a hand through his hair. With a nod, he pulled out his phone, going to his photos.

“Hehere…” Todoroki showed him. Bakugou looked at it…and stared. On the screen was a manga panel, a man in a boar mask hanging off the roof.

“What…?”

“I told you you wouldn't get it!”

“Is that a Demon thingy?”

“Demon Slayer, yes. It’s Inosuke.”

“...Dork.” Bakugou grinned, leaning back when Todoroki found the energy to sit up, glaring. “Hehe, I guess you were rig-Eehhehheheehahha shihiihihiht!”

GAH YOU'RE TOO SWEET KJLRKJERJKEJKRJE Thank you anon! :D Thank you and everyone for coming by and participating! It makes me both thrilled to bits and motivated! :D I've gotcha covered!

Me + You: "No way, I didn't know you were ticklish!" + Only you: "Stop squirming!"

“Stop squirming!”

“Stop being ugly!”

“What does that- ugh, just- be still!” Geto growled, grabbing onto Gojo’s hips once more. “I can’t get it if you keep wiggling!”

‘It’ was a thigh-length’s worth of prickle plants stuck to Gojo’s leg. On their way back to the school, he walked right through a bush of them. Thankfully they didn’t get stuck anywhere..particularly painful, but the blonde had been complaining non-stop about it to the point Geto finally caved and offered to help remove them.

If he knew Gojo would be so squirmy about it, he wouldn’t have.

“I can't! It hurts!” Gojo whined dramatically, ever the prima donna. Geto rolled his eyes as he flicked off another one, squeezing Gojo’s hip with his other hand to keep him in place. Again, the other boy squirmed, nearly giving Geto a face full of prickly plants. “Satoru-”

“Don’t squeeze me so hard!” Did he sound…nervous? Geto raised his eyes to find Gojo surprisingly flushed, averting his gaze. Sure, their positioning was rather easy to mistake, but they were far enough from the school not to run into anyone. Not to mention this was Satoru. He didn’t feel shame.

So if it wasn’t that..

Geto squeezed once more, watching his face. Gojo jerked, his lips twitching.

Ah…

“No way.” Geto laughed, one hand flicking a few more prickles as the other carried on gently kneading Gojo’s hip. “I didn’t know you were ticklish!”

“Suhuhuhguru! Gehahahhaha, stahhahahap! The prihiihihickles!” Gojo wheezed, nearly falling over as Geto carried on tickling him, worming his fingers up to his side and prodding his waist. “AH DOOHOHON’T!”

“Yeah yeah, the prickles. There- all gone.” The last one flicked off with ease, giving Geto full range to tickle the other. “Now to get the rest of them. Surely there’s a few up here, right?”