I am SO sorry it took me this long to get this out to you... it took me forever just to send that anon message updating you because I was so embarrassed 😅 but! better late than never!!
Hope you had a great holiday season and can enjoy some shindeku to start off the new year! 💕
midoriya has spent the majority of his young life studying the heroes that surround him. he’s taken ink to paper and scribed every way they move, every new installation of skill into their quirks, every addition or subtraction they make to their hero costumes or weapons. he’s got a pocket full of knowledge that has driven his own dreams and ambitions to become the world’s next number one hero, and one thing he knows for certain, is that he’s got quite the rival to beat out for the top spot.
the rival with a bite that’s much scarier than his bark.
the rival with a great sense of ambition, who has never allowed anything to step in the way of achieving his goals.
the rival who was the first person of his age group that midoriya looked upon and thought ⎯⎯ now he’s going to be a hero who wins. midoriya’s got a handful of notes about him to prove how much he believes that.
his mind wanders with the saturday morning breeze that filters in through the cracked window of his dorm, waning as soon as it reaches the two bodies sharing the extra large twin bed. a smile blooms along midoriya’s lips, ever as delicate as the draft, as emerald gaze watches the rising sunlight capture a piece of katsuki’s shoulder. the skin under the sun’s attention glows as though made from the illumination itself, and midoriya doesn’t manage to catch himself before the apexes of his fingers discover themselves in contact with where the sun touches.
bakugo doesn’t shift, but he sighs softly through his nostrils and remains in slumber, unbothered by the caress simply because even in his dreams, he recognizes who those fingers belong to.
his boyfriend’s skin has always been of great interest to midoriya and sometimes he catches himself wondering if that fact could come off as creepy. it’s directly related to the blond’s quirk ( is what he and every other person who makes a big deal out of bakugo’s skin tells themselves ) and somehow, that makes it feel a little more okay, but then you reach into the category of research and studying, and the ofa user draws back again because they’re intimate now. he’s not as keen on using his boyfriend as an intellectual expedition for a better understanding of his quirk.
he’d get an earful from bakugo for sure, like he has in the past.
right now, however, with the freedom of the beginning of the weekend giving way to allow the students some idea of rest, bakugo is taking the opportunity to sleep in and midoriya is taking advantage of that. his fingers travel the broadness of his shoulder, sweeping along the pronounced collar bone until he finally feels a stir from the fellow student. he mimics the action and bakugo’s body responds again. amusement builds within the hollow of his stomach, bubbling like a bath, and his fingers bring attention elsewhere.
down the middle of his chest, he compares the skin of his fingers to the skin underneath them. both scarred, in some ways that are different and other ways that are similar. the stark contrast is bakugo’s inherent softness as a result of half of his quirk coming from his mother. glycerin is such an interesting substance ⎯⎯ bakugo’s scars heal faster and better, he’s never had acne for more than a day or a two, and there’s always a subtle, lingering sweetness in his scent. hell, midoriya’s even tasted it in their kisses. in his mind, it’s another aspect that keeps bakugo ahead of the game in their generation.
“nh ⎯⎯.. i oughta beat yer’ ass…”
midoriya’s still getting used to the way his heart races a mile a minute when he’s blessed with bakugo’s morning voice. it’s gruff and raspy, but the grogginess of it makes him sound subdued, tame.
“for?”
“wakin’ me up this fuckin’.. early on a goddamn saturday, nerd…”
“oh⎯⎯” he realizes the touches may have altered from soothing into more ticklish territory, but honestly, that only refreshes the smile upon midoriya’s features, “heh… my bad, kacchan. i wasn’t trying to wake you up, i got distracted by…” he goes silent for a second, debates on what words to use, “.. how cool your quirk is.”
sleepily, bakugo raises an eyebrow at him, and midoriya can tell how confused he is even when half of his face is concealed by the pillows he’s buried himself in.
“the hell are you talkin’ about, huh..?”
“your quirk..! like, um.. well, for example, these scars you got from training last week are already healed.”
midoriya’s index and middle finger trace the jagged, slight discoloration of the aforementioned scar, right next to the front of his ribs. his eyes widen when bakugo’s stomach sucks in and he shoves his face further into the pillow to refrain the puff of laughter on the edge of his tongue from escaping. when he glances up again, midoriya’s entire visage is alight with mild glee and bakugo finds it rather disconcerting.
“or ⎯⎯” his boyfriend continues on, moving that hand to lay all five fingers against his sides, “the fact that you’re really soft when you compare my skin to yours. i can guess that that’s because glycerin is a natural moisturizer and since you make it naturally, of course it stands to reason that you’d have smoother skin.” before bakugo has a chance to make a rebuttal, midoriya starts to squeeze at his sides, slowly sliding up and down the length of him.
“ah..! hey! w-wahait! wait a dahahamn sehehecond⎯!” tiredness has sapped his self control, leaving bakugo a victim to his gentle giggles. he squirms against midoriya’s touch, trying to push himself away from the assaulter’s body, only to be dismally reminded that he slept against the wall.
“but you’re so adorable right now! i missed this smile!” the shorter protests, placing his other hand in the action and using it to scribble along bakugo’s ribs. he keeps the sensations light though, never applying much more pressure than soft spidering, squeezing, or poking, and already, bakugo’s been reduced to a wiggle worm drowning in pitchy cackles.
“st⎯stahahap! dohohon’t, don’t , nohoho..!”
“y’know, i think you’re even more ticklish than you were when you were a child.. i wonder if it’s because of you developing your quirk and using it so much that the glycerin is put to work more than before..”
midoriya pretends to become cross, brows furrowing over eyelids and a faux frown at the corners of his lips.
“ deku ? what happened to izuku ? have i been demoted again? that’s not very plus ultra of you, kacchan!” bastard is a regular occurrence, at this point it may as well be considered a mild moniker when coming out of bakugo’s mouth. but he’s cemented on teasing the blond about using deku on him again outside of the field, especially with the way their journey has led them beyond mending their friendship.
“fu⎯! FUHUhuck yohohou..!” he manages to cry out between his laughter, but there isn’t a shred of malice to insult, and how could midoriya take him seriously with a grin that wide splitting his face in half?
“tsk, tsk. that’s tough talk for someone as ticklish as you , katsuki .” rarely does midoriya ever use bakugo’s first name over his aged nickname, unless he wants to incite another rarity ⎯⎯ that being the blossoming of red across his cheeks, nearly the same striking shade as his eyes.
until the day bakugo dies, he refuses to acknowledge his fluster when midoriya makes use of his first name. midoriya hasn’t given up reaching the answer as to why, but in the meantime, he’ll take the opportunity to weaponize that fact against his boyfriend whenever he deems fitting.
and, as if to prove his point, digits scribble up bakugo’s ribs to settle right on top of the area where his top rib and armpit meet. bakugo’s laughter grows shaky and his eyes widen, recognizing the spot where his boyfriend’s got his fingers stationed, like a spider’s fangs ready to strike on its prey. he’s halted his tickling for now, and allowed the explosion user a bit of respite, but his body is still vibrating with the sensations of thirty seconds ago, which is still keeping his giggles flowing, quieter and calmer than they were prior.
“de⎯⎯ izuku , stohop.. cut me some slahack, it’s too muhuhuch, too ehearly..” bakugo’s realized that yelling expletives while being tickled does nothing but amuse his boyfriend and all but eliminates the chance of him stopping, so, he’ll play this card instead. unfortunately for him, when midoriya woke up, he apparently decided to choose chaos.
“too much? aw, kacchan, is the tickling too much for you?” midoriya coos, and to his obvious delight, he observes bakugo’s blush darken in hue.
“i⎯⎯! shut⎯⎯shut up idiot, that’s not what i meANT, NOHO⎯!” the latter of his words evolved into a small shriek when midoriya drilled his fingers into the spot they’d been sitting at, but only for a moment until he stopped his actions once more.
bakugo’s entire body buzzed like he’d just touched an electric prank toy. he has no clue what midoriya’s playing at, stopping the attack almost as soon as it had commenced. crimson gazes watches him, attempting to see past that innocent grin he wears, but midoriya leaves no room for guessing games when his fingers animate again and glide all too softly over his ribs and down to his stomach.
“whahat are yohohou doihihing..?! just gehehet on wihith it ahalrehehehady!”
“just get on with it? oh, you want me to tickle you more , kacchan? is that it? i bet even this tickles pretty bad , huh?”
“but when i tease you, i get to see more of that blush i love so much. how can i not want to talk about how ticklish you are? or how cute your sleepy laughter is? that’s like asking me not to take hero notes, kacchan!”
and as if on cue, the flush on bakugo’s cheeks seems to grow, spreading now to his ears and nearly to his neck, much to midoriya’s utter joy. midoriya’s hands find themselves skirting down to bakugo’s lower waist, tracing shapes and aimless patterns into the skin, which in turn elicit a bigger reaction from his boyfriend. he’s still trapped against the wall, much to his dismay, so despite the now louder laughter and heightened wiggling, bakugo still has very little means of escape.
in all of this motion, his pajama bottoms have wriggled just a small bit off of his hips, and midoriya, curious as ever, sneaks over to the area, wraps his fingers over just above where the waist and hips meet and delivers a few consecutive squeezes.
the way bakugo bucks so hard he nearly shoves midoriya off of the bed that’s truly too small for two guys with their body types to share, has midoriya momentarily stunned. albeit, not shocked enough to miss the squeal that tore from bakugo’s lips ( and may get them in some trouble later by their peers ). once midoriya gathers his bearings, he glues his fingers to that newly discovered gold mine of a spot, an eyebrow risen and his grin a little sharp.
“ oh? don’t tell me i found another tickle spot? and such a reactive one! death spot number 2, huh kacchan?”
“don’t you even fuckin’⎯⎯!!”
but it was much too late. midoriya realizes that if he doesn’t take the chance now, it would be a fight to have it again later. immediately, he digs into that same area, squeezing or rubbing nonsense into the sensitive flesh and bakugo melts into howling laughter, with little to no safeguard except his own limbs. he kicks against the bed, completely dishelving the blankets and even the sheets, which bunch up and wrinkle underneath them.
as much as midoriya would love to continue reducing his usually antagonistic and abrasive boyfriend into a flustered, squirmy, belly - laughing puddle of jello, bakugo’s been loud for awhile now and has probably woken up most, if not all of the other students on the same floor, and he’s certain that they’re going to be receiving some noise complaints. so, he slows his fingers down to their final complete stop and instead opts to smooth his hand up bakugo’s chest to soothe him down. he’s so much warmer than he was before, even with the cracked window inviting in more cool morning air.
“you’re… so fuckin’ lucky that i’m still tired.. cheeky lil’ shit..” he warns between soft pants, his lips still quirking on a wobbly smile as midoriya scoots closer to him again to snuggle up into his tickle - induced warmth.
“we can’t stay in bed all day, kacchan.. remember that we have things to do later..” his words end on a yawn, seems his body enjoys the notion of sleeping in a little longer too.
“shut up nerd, i remember.. you just better wake up before me, or i’ll be gettin’ my revenge.. a lot sooner than ya’ think..” he can feel bakugo’s chest begin to rise and fall with the sound of his breathing, and eventually the mellow, almost inaudible snores follow right behind.
they both know that his words are as much a promise as they are a threat; a promise that he has every intent on keeping, even if he doesn’t wake up before his boyfriend. with that piece of excitement in mind, midoriya lays his head against bakugo’s chest, right above where the rhythm of his heartbeat helps him drift off too.
This is basically my exsucse to not work on my 3 drafts i have sitting and waiting for me to tend to...(Also to cope with my mans death in s7😭)
Summary: Izuku and Katsuki have a free day and decide to chill at the dorms, Izuku starts feeling playful after over veiwing Kastuki's phone.
Lee: Katsuki
Ler: Izuku
It was a pretty easy day so far. The morning, well afternoon, started off calm with the smell of sweet pancakes wafting into the students dorms. Turns out All Might somebody woke up to make the kids breakfast, thanking them for their extra hard work over the week.
After breakfast the students hung around the lounge part of their dorms, soon trailing off and separating to themselves and their rooms.
Bakugou now laid at the edge of Izukus bed, the fan blasting over him as the green haired boy used some pillows to prop himself into the sitting up position at the opposite side of the bed from the explosive boy who sat a few inches away from his feet. Both scrolled on their phones, with the background noise of some old TV setting the school set out for studying.
The lights had dimmed due to the usual room light being turned off and the few lamps Izuku had on, which lit the room perfectly, his curtains blocking out the daylight exactly right. Daze layered over both of the boys comfort, making the atmopshere sympathic and protective.
As the minutes passed, both caught up in their own worlds, Izuku noticed a small movement of the mattress, a shaking of some kind. The almost unnoticable movement came from none other than Katsuki, snickering to himself as he watching some video on his device.
As Izuku adjusted his position to get a better over look of the boys phone, he deceted what looked to be a couple on Bakugous cell. The couple seemed to be cuddling with a caption that was too far for the observant freckled boy to read, there was a jerk of movement from the couple as the girl soon started to laugh and squirm from the boys hand placement under her arms. "How is that funny?" Izuku thought to himself, he didn’t understand the blonde boys humor sometimes, it often confused him.
"Stupid.." He heard the boy mumble under his breath before scrolling onto the next video. "Stupid?" He stumbled apon this for a while before using his foot to snake under Katsukis ribs, as he was laying on his side, and wiggle.
"What!" The boy jumped before shouting, the wiggling coming to a stop, annoyed asking what Deku needed. No response came, and the wiggling started back up.
"StohOP!" He twisted as the sensation nearingly blew the lid off of him. Izuku grinned, "This is funny" He stopped and pulled his foot back.
"Grr.. I’m serious, what do you-" Bakugo growled for a second, turning over to face Izuku, before he could get his last words out he was pounced on by the playful boy. They wrestled for a few minutes before another wiggle to the ribs and the blonde stopped, weakening his struggle and had himself pinned.
"Dont. You. Even. Dare!" He threated before barking out a laugh as the green haired boy stayed silent and quickly shot his fingers straight for his sides.
"I swEAR-" Izuku paid him no attetnion, where he got this intense feeling for tickling was unknown to him, he investigated Katsukis body, listening to every pitch and watching his ever jump, twitch, and squirm.
"You swear what? You know your not aloud to use foul langue in my room!" Which was true, Izuku had made a rule, if you were to swear in his room then you would have to put a tip in the swear jar. Sure it was corny and annoying to anybody hot headed who would step a foot into his room, but it was way to keep peace in the only place he could control.
“YOhoOhoU- GAHahaHA!!” The laughing boy tried to get some words out, anything to try and help him, but anything of the sort would cost a tip to go in the jar.
“Me? Me what?— Ha! Bad spot?” As Izuku messed around his torso, he inspected a particular spot between Katsukis ribs and armpits which made him go nuts.
“NONONONO!!” He screamed before falling into loud laughter and cackles. Deku starred in awe, admiring how bad this spot was to him, and how easy he could access it.
“PL-PLEAHEASE!! ITS SOHO BAHA-AAAAHH!!” He tried to get a hold or grasp of Izukus attention before the tickler sped up his fingers. Causing Katsuki to buck and squirm like a wild bull.
“You’re still ticklish here? I thought it would have gone away by the time we were still kids, Kachan!” Izuku teased, slightly laughing to himself as he noticed how flustered it made his childhood friend. Izuku slowed his fingers, moving down to his stomach.
“I-ihit doesn’t just g-goho away!” Bakugo barked out, he answered like it was obvious and he knew how bad his ticklishness was.
“Well if that spot didn’t go awayyy…” Izuku removed his fingers from Katsukis body, hovering them above it.
“NoNoNoNo! NO! Y-YOU BETTER NOT! DE-IZUKU I AM SERIOUS!” He pleaded, trying to get out of his still pinned situation, but to no avail as Izuku inched closer and closer.
“..then this one wouldn’t either!” Izuku quickly flipped Kachan over, still keeping him pinned with his hands by his side, and slowly traced around the back of his ribs.
“You know,—” Izuku trailed off trying to annoying Bakugo even more.
“NoHOhO! S-sHUT Uhahaup!!” He shook his head, squirming under the soft touch.
“I’ve realized…”
“StoHOhop TaHaAhalking!!”
“That your most ticklish,”
“ShuHAhaUT! uHauhaup!”
“Around your ribs? What’s up with that?”
“Tch- I dOHont knoHOW!!” He yelped as Izuku dug into the back of his ribs,
“You go crazy, it’s fascinating.”
“IZUHUHUKU!! ILL KIHIHILL YOHOU!” He screamed wiggling to try and turn around and cover up the ticklishness.
“actually if the nervous system that connects to the ribs also connects-” As Izuku mumbled, Katsuki was losing his mind. Not only was he losing Izukus attention but the fingers were becoming for persische and faster.
“OH MHAHAY GOHOD!! SHUAHA-AA! NONONONO!!” As Bakugo tried to get Deku to snap back into reality, Dekus hands wondered right where the top back of the ribs meets the armpit. This sent his spiraling, as he bucked and kicked and did whatever he could to get it to stop.
“STOHAHAOP!! STAHAHAP RIHIGHT NOW!! EHEHARTH T-TO IZUHUKU!!” He kicked his leg up and hit the boy in the back, snapping him out of it and the tickling to come to a stop.
“Wha-wha? O-Oh! Sorry Kachan, I didn’t mean to-” Izuku quickly got off of his and flipped him onto his back, Katsuki instantly curled into his self, hugging his ribs.
“My……My gohod!….You… you nearly—Nearly killed me!” He angrily growled, panting to catching his breath
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know!” Izuku, being Izuku, tried to over compensate how angry Bakugo actually was (which was not a lot) and try and fix it. He hated having the feeling that he made somebody feel bad.
“T-That! Was the—….. WORST!” Katsuki slowly sat up looking straight into the green boys nervous eyes.
“I- I didn’t know! I’m-im so sorry—”
“No no! You deserve a little revenge”
“I-I.. what?” Deku slowly scooted back on the bed worried for what Kachan would signify as ‘revenge’
“Don’t try and get away! GET OVER HERE!” Bakugo lunged towards Deku.
They wrestled with Deku losing this time. Before he could say anything a scream was heard from inside the room, that scream being Izukus. Laughter flooded the air quickly as Katsuki got his revenge.
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A little short I know but I really wanted to write some Lee Bakugo!! ;•^^
Summary: y/n been anxious alot lately and being slient most of the time and that deku to see what's is up with them
Author note's: sorry for not appearing here lately i was enjoying my summer and stuff but this fic is long and I was having time with writing this one but i did it finally.)
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IT's Was a hard day for y/n and it was their first week being at u.a. and most of the time y/n don't talk but just nod
and the 1.a students pull it off that is they are shy had to get use to it
Some of the students okay, and nice except for bakugou he was a angry. badger to everyone
You getting used to the place. but you talk a little bit but still anxious
One day you speak to Deku. and he was nice and generous person and it was going good
But still something is still messing with your head and still going through your problems with your past
Deku seems to pinpoint of the way y/n feel and try to ask them what wrong but
Y/n denied and saying everything okay but Deku did not seem to buy it and thinking about letting go
Y/n go in their room and play music on their phone, and put headphones on. this is what they do when their relaxing from the day they had, but sometimes it don't help
That happened as Y/n start crying and filp on their stomach to cry on the pillow and grip it tight as
the room was quiet except the low muffled sobbing
Meanwhile...
Deku was walking because of something he forgot and he heard quiet sniffling as he walk around the hallway to the noise.
He finally figured the place were the crying is but became quiet as Deku was at Y/n door as he knock
Y/n had their headphones because of rolling around and they heard the door knocked as Y/n wiped them tears away, with their sleeve
And try to act normal as Y/n open the door to see deku
Deku: you okay u-um i heard you crying in there
Y/n: O-oh yeah I'm fine yeah totally yeah that uh it
Deku tilts his head
Deku: y-yeah but you were-
Y/n: i SAID I'M FINE Deku!!!
Deku flinched from the outrage you unleashed
Y/n: i-i-i'm s-sorry deku i just.....Go i just need some time
As tears come of their eyes from what they've done as y/n went to their bed as cried on their bed as they sobbed and cried.
Deku stepped in their room not wanting to leave them alone by themselves as he walked to Y/n
Sat on their bed and rub their back since it was necessary to do his duty
as Y/n turned their head and look at Deku with sad eyes as they sobbed in their pillow again
As Deku keeps you company as you cried and cried until feel better
IT was for couple of minutes and Y/n start to feel lil bit better and sit up as Deku hold your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug & rubs their right shoulder
Y/n sniffles
Deku: you feel any better Y/n
Y/n: yes
Y/n embraced Deku in a hug with quite smirk on there face as Deku accepts it as for a few minutes of hugging, you let go
As Deku ask you
Deku: why were you sad?
Y/n tensed at the question but pressure can't hold within you
Y/n: IT's about that. had been going through this day stressed because. i just.....been really lonely even though i got attention i deserve
Deku was listening to this and feel bad for Y/n that their lonely as he rubs your back when they done speaking out the truth
Deku: finally you speak it out y/n and your never alone so don't be lonely when i or the others are here
Y/n smilied little more as they've cuddled little bit with Deku
As Deku was surprised but accepted the connection
The both were cuddling with each other for long and it was good until Deku accidentally rubs his fingernails on your side
Y/n flinched from soft touch and snickered
Deku: Uh you okay
Y/n: y-yeah you just uhhh
Y/n tried bluffing to defuse the situation but Deku know that your lying not gonna save you
Deku tested the waters to see as he softly scribbles his fingers against Y/n sides as Y/n shrieked from the impact
Y/n legs were kicking in the air as Deku poke their ribs
Deku: are you always this ticklish Y/n. because i will like the information that you had to say
Y/n became so flustered of the tickling since Deku was pinning and tickling you
As he raked his fingers down on their's belly and digged in the bellybutton as Y/n snorted. He wiggled his other hand on Y/n's armpit.
Y/n laughed and sqeauled
Deku: seem like you enjoy this and tell me when to stop if you had enough
Y/n nods as it continued and Deku smiled down at Y/n since their got the attention
IT continued for a while of tickling. You say stop as deku slowed down and stopped
They breathe deep in the nose and breathe out their mouth with a still smile on their face
Deku: hope i didn't make you breathless Y/n i hope i make feel better
Y/n: yeah you did and thanks for cheering me up
Deku: your welc-
The door banged and a muffled angry voice was heard
Bakugou: hey shut up or i'll be beating your ass in the next morning
Y/n became nervous but Deku calm y/n down
Deku: s-Sorry kacchan
Bakugou: you in there too nerd!!
Next morning..
Y/n now learns that they are not alone because now they had friends who are there for them
#86 “Crap. Wait. I didn’t mean that.” with bakugou and izuku? 🙏
Prompt 86 - "Crap. Wait, I didn't mean that."
A/N: ohohohohoho
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“I just think it’s fun to get you back sometimes. You always tickle me so bad, Kacchan.”
“Heh, damn right I do.” Katsuki chuckled proudly. “And it’s fine, I don’t mind when you do, s’kinda fun.”
Izuku tilted his head up to look at him with a curious smile. “You think so?”
“Crap. Wait.” Bakugo backtracked, his cheeks suddenly burning. “I-I didn’t mean that. No! De- Izuku. Don’t. Don’t.”
“I think I believed you the first time Kacchan…” Midoriya smirked and wriggled in closer against Katsuki’s chest. His arms made their way slowly to position themselves along his sides.
“Dekuhuhu I’m serious!”
“Back to Deku, hm? So serious.” Izuku agreed. “Too serious. Let’s fix that.”
His fingers pressed into Bakugo’s sides, starting to tickle. Tangled up between limbs and the back of the couch, Bakugo had nowhere to go. He shoved his face into the space between Midoriya’s head and the pillow and allowed himself to giggle.
