#ler!hawks

All poor Izuku could do was laugh, whine, cry, and sweat into the thick landing mat that bore his shirtless, hogtied form. Unfortunately for Izuku, he was not alone in the office training gym: Hawks was seated on the mat next to him, having removed his gloves to caress the greenette's bare, upturned soles.

"Stop?" asked the villanous hero. "But this is your break, haven't you forgotten?"

He let the fingers of one hand curl, running the tips down the arches that Midoriya was desperately trying to scrunch up, an effort foiled by the toe ties that Hawks had not neglected to apply. That simple action was enough to prompt another bout of high-pitched cackling. "Before I let the feathers loose again..."

Izuku's laughter took on a panicked quality. Despite their universal association with tickling, feathers made quite the poor implement of induced hysteria in the vast majority of cases.

Izuku was not the vast majority of cases. Not only was he extremely sensitive, but he was cursed with the ability to feel the kiss of every single barb of a feather, a dubious talent that Hawks was currently exploiting in an attempt to extract the part of the code that the trainee had been tasked to protect.

Izuku knew that he couldn't just give up the code; but he also knew that he would not be able to make it through another round of feathers.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! NAHAHHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEH FEEHAHHAHAHAHAHAtheheheheheheehehehehehehehehehsssssssss!!!! Plheheheheehhahahahaahahahahseeeeeeee!!!!! Hiahahahaiiiiiii CAHAHAHHAAHHHAHhehehehehehtttt!"

"So you'll give me the code, then?" asked Hawks, now scribbling all ten of his fingertips all over the upturned soles, scratching at the ball of each foot, then along the entire length of the arches.

"AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHAahahahahahahahhHAHAHAHAHAHHahahahaahhaaAHHAAHAHA!!! IHIHIHHHHII-- I CAHAHahahahahahahahahahahnnnnnnt!!! HAhahaahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

"You can't take the tickles, you can't give me the code... You're so negative! I thought Sir had tickled it out of you? Have some faith!" monologued Hawks while focusing under Izuku's toes. "Guess you leave me no choice..."

"AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAwwwwwwkkkkkssss pleheheheehahahahahase!!! NonoNONONHONANAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

And just like that, Hawks's fingers lifted off the sensitive skin to make room for a swarm of red feathers.

Izuku's scream was genuinely pitiful, but it fell on deaf ears. The principal purveyors of agony were unquestionably the dozens - dozens! - of feathers sawing between his toes, along their base and the stems, and all across his arches. There were more teasing the pads of the digits, the sides and tops of the feet, even circling his ankles; a mere annoyance individually, but their combined effect would have been enough to reduce Izuku to tears even without the much, much, MUCH worse onslaught on his soles.

Despite his enjoyment of the havoc the barbs of his feathers were wreaking for once, Hawks had learned from the previous round of tickling that the heels and balls of the trainee's feet were more receptive to the stern touch of the quill; so, he acted accordingly, making it a point to hide the entirety of Izuku's feet under a flurry of red.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEKKKKK!!! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!! PLHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!"

So polite, pleading even through torture. But even as he shrieked and writhed without being able to get away, Izuku was distinctly able to hear Hawks say, "Mh, I wonder how I can make it worse? Oh, I know!"

And the greenette shrieked again as more feathers were deployed to saw up and down his sides, the small of his back, his neck; under his scapulae, behind his ears...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAA! KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!"

"The code?" asked Hawks as he repositioned himself, knowing full well that the trainee was unable to see where he was placing his hands, poised to strike...

"EH-- EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEE!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!! NNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Ok. Talk to you again in ten minutes!" said Hawks before he latched onto Izuku's hips, his index and middle fingers digging right into the greenette's death spot.

A/N: @sparklycupcake56 requested this

Summary: Hawks was feeling a little left out from your lack of attention. He intends on fixing that

Ler: Hawks

Lee: Reader

Words: 527

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Hawks had taken a day from hero work and decided to spend the day with you.

You were reading a book with your back against his chest. As you were reading, you felt his hands softly rubbing up and down your thighs and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you how deeply you were in your book.

He started nuzzling his face against the side of your neck. “You planning on giving me more than your book sometime soon?” he asked.

You smiled and flipped a page. “Yes, I am.”

Hawks hummed, his lips brushed against your neck. “When?” he asked as his one of hands moved up under your shirt gently caressing your stomach.

You chuckled a bit. “When I feel like it.”

He smirked, his fingers traced all over your stomach and his lips moved to your ear. “And if I don’t want to wait?” he whispered.

You chuckled again and moved your head to block his mouth. “That sounds like a you problem.”

He tried to pout, but ultimately ended up chuckling instead. “That’s so cruel of you.” he teased. He moved to lightly attack the side of your neck with kisses. He wiggled his fingers on the top of your thigh and dug his fingers into your stomach. You dropped your book to the side from the tickling.

You started to wiggle against his chest and giggled loudly as you tried to block his hands. “Ahahahahahahahahaha!”

Hawks continued his assault on your vulnerable spots. His fingers gently traced up and down your thighs and his lips attacked your neck. “You could just give in you know,” he said in between kissing your neck.

You grabbed his wrists and tried to push them away. You moved your shoulders up to protect your neck. “Nohohohohoho!”

He chuckled as you continued struggling. “All you have to do is surrender,” he mumbled between kisses. His fingers dug into your inner thighs as he tried to break your defense against his lips attacking your neck.

“Ehehehehehehe stohohohohop!”

He hummed against your neck. “Sorry sweetie, can’t help it. You’re just too adorable I could just eat you up. Tickletickletickletickle!” he said as his hands moved under your shirt. He pushed them up to tickle your sides in an attempt to weaken your defenses.

“Ahahahahahahahahaha!” you wiggled side to side and tried to get away.

You continued squirming in his arms, but he held on tight. His hands moved from your sides to your belly and he dug his fingers in. “What's the magic words, little birdie?” he asked.

“Okay! Okahahahahay! Plehehease stohohohop! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Hawks pulled his lips from your neck and chuckled. “Good lovebird,” he said, his fingers still tapping your stomach and thighs even after he had stopped tickling you. He pulled his hands away and wrapped them back around you. “I’ll spare you tonight, but just know I always win in the end.” he kissed the back of your neck.

You smiled and chuckled softly. “That’s because you cheated.”

TickleTober Day 28 - Spooked

~Ehehe my bois! These two will always be one of my favorite ships to write; it’s so fun with their dialogue! Been a hot sec, so I’m sticking to the character attributes I remember. Dabi’s got his black hair and patchwork chest, and Hawks has his wings. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Summary: Dabi decides to spook his boyfriend with a “harmless” prank. Hawks doesn’t appreciate his sense of humor, teaching the crispy-fried villain a lesson he won’t soon forget.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Mr compress doing the tickle monster gimmick on mustard and toga to help them sleep or help them feel better

Dabi and Hawks getting into fights as well.

Also toga tickling mustard to let him it’s okay to relax and not be a big scary villain all the time

~Oh this is 100% my excuse to ramble about Ler! Hawks >:3

~I’m sorry but being able to individually control his feathers is 100% used to his advantage. To which Hawks is in absolute denial of using them to do anything mean or teasing or using them to wreck people.

“Pfft what are you talking about? No that’s not me. I’m not doing that. Must be the tickle momster that possessed them. Definitely >:3”

~Dabi or Shigarki who are currently dying on the floor would beg to disagree <-

~Biggest tease ever. He and Dabi get into so many tickle fights which nine times out of ten lead to Dabi chasing Hawks around the base. The moment Dabi catches him he’s so dead.

~Hawks swears he’s never going to get caught but Dabi grew up with way too many siblings to keep that from happening

~Toga will sometimes just get a vicious gleam in her eyes and throw a knife at Hawks in order to ‘help’ can’t run and dodge after all >:3 (it only ends with her getting tickled as well for an ‘unfair advantage’

~Sometimes (sometimes) Mr. compress and Kurogiri will get involved.

~Pretty bird who’s never actually gotten to be tickled before <- melted into a pile of feathers and bird cheeps actually

Okay other characters lol this is gonna be a long post

~Mr. Compress is just dad coded okay, does sleepy wake up tickles to the youngest members of the league 100%

~Kurogiri has done this once with Shigaraki when the leader didn’t want to get out of bed and was being too moody.

~Toga would be an absolute gremlin in a ler mood oh my gosh. No one is safe >:3

Hawks x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 35. “Maybe next time when I can actually move?” Requested by anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

It was your latest addiction. A dating sim game on your phone. Who would have thought? The characters were just so interesting, the game elements were all really fun and addictive, and your digital boyfriends were always at home.

Unlike a certain real boyfriend...

Great timing - just as you were thinking of him, you heard the door and his familiar footsteps could be heard.

"Honey, I'm home~!"

Although you were pleased to hear he was back, you weren't the type to jump off your bed and rush into his arms. No, you were in the middle of your game right now and planned to hug him later.

"Welcome home!" you chirped.

Following the sound of your voice, Hawks entered the bedroom to find you lounging comfortably on your bed, face down while playing on your phone.

Dabi fucked up. And he knew he fucked up.

He didn’t mean to do it. Well, maybe a little. But in his defence, the chicken nuggets were right there, untouched and steaming, practically begging to be eaten. And how was he supposed to resist free food, especially when it was just sitting there, unattended, like some kind of offering from the heavens?

Except—

They weren’t just any nuggets. They were Hawks’ nuggets. And if there were two things you never messed with when it came to Hawks, it was his wings and his damn chicken.

Dabi realized his mistake the second he heard the sharp intake of breath from behind him. He had just swallowed the last nugget when the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

“Dabi,” Hawks said, voice eerily calm, which was ten times worse than if he’d just yelled.

Dabi turned slowly, licking his lips as if that would somehow erase the evidence. Hawks stood in the doorway, golden eyes glowing with something sinister. His usual cheerful demeanour was gone, replaced by a playful but threatening smirk.

Dabi gulped.

“Uh… hey, babe,” he started, attempting his usual smugness, but it came out a little weaker than intended. “Didn’t see you there.”

Hawks took a single step forward, and Dabi bolted.

—

Now, here he was, ducked behind a couch in their shared apartment, holding his breath as Hawks slowly, methodically, stalked the space. The sound of feathers brushing against each other filled the air, a soft rustling that sent a shiver down Dabi’s spine.

It wasn’t fair. Any other person would be getting their ass kicked right now, but Dabi got a boyfriend pass—meaning Hawks had something far worse planned.

Tickles.

Dabi hated tickling.

Not in the way people normally hated it. No, he hated it because he liked it, and Hawks knew.

“Dabi,” Hawks crooned, the singsong lilt in his voice making Dabi’s stomach flip. “You can’t hide forever.”

Dabi pressed himself further against the back of the couch, hoping—praying—that Hawks would lose interest. Maybe he’d get distracted by something. Maybe a villain attack would save him. Maybe—

A red feather snuck around the edge of the couch, brushing against his ear.

Dabi smacked it away with a choked yelp. Shit.

“Gotcha.”

Before Dabi could react, Hawks was on him, tackling him to the floor in a blur of golden hair and sharp laughter. Dabi thrashed, twisting onto his back, but it was useless. Hawks had him pinned, straddling his waist, wings fanned out behind him like a victorious predator.

“No—wait, wait, let’s talk about this—”

“Talk? Oh, no, no, no,” Hawks cooed, dragging a single feather down Dabi’s side, making him jolt. “You ate my nuggets, and now you’re gonna pay.”

Dabi clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay still. He would not give Hawks the satisfaction.

Hawks tilted his head, amused. “You’re holding out, huh?” He leaned down, lips brushing against Dabi’s ear. “That just makes it more fun.”

With that, he let his fingers loose, skittering across Dabi’s ribs like a spider. The reaction was instant. Dabi jerked, a strangled sound leaving his throat as he tried to twist away, but Hawks was relentless.

“Keigo—”

“What was that?” Hawks asked, all innocence as he dipped his hands lower, kneading into Dabi’s waist.

Dabi’s body betrayed him, a startled giggle breaking free before he could stop it. Damn it.

Hawks grinned. “Oh, I love that sound.”

“Shut up—!”

“You’re so cute when you laugh, y’know that?” Hawks teased, his fingers moving up to dig into Dabi’s ribs again. Dabi arched with a sharp gasp, hands flying to grab Hawks’ wrists. But Hawks was faster, his feathers flicking out to nudge Dabi’s arms back down.

“No cheating,” Hawks scolded. “You will take your punishment like a man.”

Dabi twisted violently, but it was no use. Hawks knew every weak spot, every sensitive place that made him squirm.

And then—then—Hawks did the worst thing he could possibly do.

He aimed for his stomach.

“No, don’t—shit!” Dabi exploded into laughter as Hawks scribbled mercilessly at his abs, thumbs digging into the softest parts. He bucked, legs kicking, but Hawks only giggled at his struggling.

“You’re such a hypocrite,” Hawks said over his laughter. “You love making me a mess, but look at you now.”

“Fuhuhuhuck y-you—!” Dabi gasped between uncontrollable giggles, his face burning.

“Oh? Say that again?” Hawks teased, slipping his hands under Dabi’s shirt to drag his nails over bare skin.

Dabi practically screamed.

His laughter turned wild, body thrashing as Hawks took his time, lazily exploring his every ticklish inch. His stomach, his ribs, the spot just under his arms that made him jerk every time Hawks grazed it.

Dabi’s laughter broke into breathless wheezes, his strength rapidly leaving him. Hawks must’ve noticed, because he finally, finally slowed, fingers softening into gentle, absentminded strokes.

Dabi lay there, gasping, his body twitching with residual giggles. He hated how weak he felt, how easily Hawks could reduce him to this.

Hawks leaned down, nuzzling against Dabi’s cheek. “That was fun.”

Dabi groaned. “You’re a menace.”

“And you’re adorable,” Hawks said smugly. “I should do this more often.”

Dabi cracked open one eye, glaring. “Don’t even think about it.”

Hawks only smirked. “Then don’t eat my chicken nuggets.”

Dabi groaned again, throwing an arm over his face. “Worth it.”

Tickletober day 11 - Squeal Chirp (?)

Prompts by @tickletober

I wanted to do something similar ever since I saw a headcanon of Tokoyami chirping instead of squeaking or snorting when tickled couse it’s just so freaking cute I can’t hshshshjsxhsx. Also unfortunately I don’t know who the original creator of this headcanon is so if anyone knows I would appreciate it you tagged them 🙏