˚.📞 ᵎᵎ “you 18 ? me ? i’m twenty-somethin'. okay, i’m twenty, but i’m soon to be twenty-one.”— slaiter .ᐟ she/her, blk, infp, katsuki bakugo’s girlfriend, real katsukist. ; multifandom + (n)sfw sideblog .ᐟ | was originally @bearinlaice

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𐔌 cuddles | t. amajiki .ᐟ ֹ ꒱

ᝰ.ᐟ cw: 18+, fluff + smut, comfort, domesticity, cuddling, pet names galore, cock warming, soft sex, p in v, praising, awkwardness, a lot of kissing, skin-to-skin, emotional intimacy (?), soft dom!tamaki, he’s super clingy, sub!fem!reader, established relationship

ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis: after a long day at hero work, tamaki comes home exhausted and needs cuddles from his favorite person ever, you !

ᝰ.ᐟ a/n 💬: hi thank u thank u thank u. we love tamaki over here !!! i firmly believe tamaki still gets flustered — he just hides it a little better now ( barely ), but he’s still the sweetest guy ever to me ! first ever writing for him, wow ⤷ m.list ˎˊ˗

the apartment is already warm by the time the front door unlocks. you’re fresh out of the shower, hair still damp from where you’d only half-heartedly towel dried it, wearing one of tamaki’s old shirts that hangs comfortably past your thighs. the kettle had only just begun to whistle from the kitchen when you heard the familiar sound of keys dropping one the desk beside the door.

a grin already appears on your face as your head lifts from your phone. “welcome home, baby !”

tamaki steps through the door with his shoulders slumped, the weight of the day still clinging to him like a second skin. he doesn’t even bother kicking off his shoes right away; he just stands there for a moment, eyes half-lidded, breathing slow and heavy before he yawns.

then he slips off his shoes, tired eyes finding you quickly. the corners of his mouth lift into the smallest smile. “…i’m home,” he answers quietly, his voice softer than the click of the door finally shutting behind him.

he stands there for a second, taking off his hero gear as his jacket then gets folded neatly over the dining chair as he bounces a bit to take off his pants. only then does he wander over. “hi, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and tired. his fingers find your waist on instinct as he leans down to hug you, pulling you in until your bodies press together. the heat of him seeps through his white tshirt, and you feel the tension in his muscles ease just a bit when your palms glide over his back in slow, soothing strokes.

you smile up at him from where you’re sitting on the couch. “…long day ?”

he lets out a small breath through his nose before letting go and settling beside you on the sofa, leaving only a few inches between the two of you. “…mhm,” his head tips back against the cushions for a moment as he closes his eyes. “it wasn’t… bad.” after another pause, one shoulder lifts into the tiniest shrug. “. . . i guess.”

your expression softens as you listen. “…people ?”

that earns the faintest little laugh from him, it’s so endearing. “yeah, people.”

he then opens his eyes as they drift downward, only then noticing the oversized shirt hanging off your frame. it’s his and it swallows you whole, its so droopy that it exposes your shoulder. “is that ?” his words trail off quietly.

you glance down before smiling. “yours ?”

“yeah,” he gives the smallest nod, chuckling softly. “…i was wondering where it went.”

“i stole it,” you admit without an ounce of shame, smoothing your palms over the fabric. “it still smells just like you. i love it so much !”

the confession makes him pause and you watch his cheeks slowly begin to pink as he ducks his head, suddenly finding the floor much more interesting than your pretty face. “oh ?”

“what ? is… that okay with you ?”

“yea, yes— you can have whatever you want !”the answer comes quickly this time. he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, trying to hide the tiny smile tugging at his lips. “looks better on you anyway.”

you chuckle at him and crawl more into his side, giving him another hug. he then leans down, forehead resting against your shoulder, and lets out a shaky breath. “missed you, missed you so much today. everything just… felt boring.” his hands slip beneath the hem of your oversized shirt, fingertips tracing the bare skin of your lower back in feather-light circles. “can we… stay like this for a bit ? need to feel you.”

you nod, tilting your chin up to brush a gentle kiss against his lips. “of course, baby. whatever you need.” your voice is soft, warm, and it makes his ears flush pink as always while he guides you more toward him on the couch.

he sinks down first, tugging you all the way into his lap with careful hands, your thighs now straddling his hips. the oversized shirt rides up as he hooks his fingers beneath it, lifting slowly until your bare chest meets his. the contact draws a quiet, shuddering sigh from him, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close.

“…you’re so warm,” he murmurs, almost sounding surprised by it.

you laugh quietly, reaching over to tuck another damp strand of hair behind your ear. “you say that all the time.”

“right,” he ducks his head into your chest with the smallest, embarrassed smile, even after all this time together, it still manages to make your chest ache. “…sorry.”

“for what ?” you ask, moving your hands to cup his cheeks so he can look at you.

“i dunno,” he lets out a tiny scoff before he fixes his eyes back yours. “feel like a weirdo.”

“you’re so cute,” you snort and his ears redden a little more as he hums in response. you study him for another moment before scooting just a little closer, your bare chest becoming a cushion for him as you move his face back down to rest on them.

you then bring his hands up to rest on your breasts. they simply rest there, him trying to be respectful :( and you hold his hands to guide him. basically leading him to fondle you now. “…better ?” you ask, giving his hand the gentlest squeeze before patting his head softly.

“mhm,” he nods almost instantly. “…a lot.”

“…you always know,” he admits after a while, his voice barely above a whisper.

“know what ?”

he thinks about it longer than you expect. “when i need —” he searches for the words, giving up halfway through with a tiny shake of his head. “this.”

you glance down at him, smiling softly at your handsome boy. “you don’t have to ask every time, y’know.”

he smiles to himself, hiding his face. “…i think i always will.”

“why is that ?”

his eyes meet yours then, soft and completely earnest. “…because i still like hearing your acceptance.”

your heart nearly melts and you lean over just enough for your chin to rest against his head, showering him in a couple of kisses. “well…” your voice comes out quieter now, matching his — a common habit. “the answer’s always gonna be yes.”

tamaki’s hand, which had been resting on chest, slides up your sides, his touch so gentle. he pulls you closer, his movements being slow and a bit hesitant, yet determined. he doesn't want to rush this; he just wants to feel you. he loves you.

he then moves to gently hook his fingers beneath the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly. as the fabric rides up, his bare skin meets yours, and he lets out yet another shaky, shuddering breath. he’s so clingy, overwhelmed with love and the need to touch.

“can we …?” he whispers, his voice trembling as he shifts beneath you, he can feel himself hardening while he nuzzles into your neck, breathing you in. “can i… be inside you ? just… stay like that. warm and close. please, baby ?”

“yes, of course baby,” you murmur, being the sweetheart he needs, leaning in to press a slow, sloppy kiss to his lips. your fingers thread through his hair, tugging lightly as you rock your hips in a slow, gentle grind.

he hurriedly moves his boxers down and slides your partially wet panties down as you help him free himself, guiding his dick to your entrance with a soft moan as you sink down onto him inch by inch. the first contact of skin-to-skin is comforting — the heat of your core meeting the hard, pulsing length of him.

he enters you with a soft, agonizingly slow push, a gentle fuck that prioritizes the feeling of being one over the speed of the act. “oh… you feel so,” he groans, his eyes fluttering shut as he sinks deep into you. “so, fuck, good …”

the stretch is so so so perfect, as he’s filling you completely, and once he’s buried to the hilt, you settle with a contented sigh, your walls clenching around him in slow pulses.

tamaki’s head falls back against the couch, a low groan escaping his lips as his hands grip your hips, to hold you still. “just like this… don’t move yet. stay still, please. let me feel you.” his thumbs stroke soothing circles on your skin while you lean in, kissing his cheek and then capturing his mouth in a slow, sweet kiss that deepens with every shared breath. he gasps into the kiss while you moan into it, his hips twitching upward involuntarily.

“mmph— baby, you’re perfect !”you moan softly as you break away from the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into your chest as you tighten around him. you begin to cockwarm him, tilting your hips, squeezing him with an intentional, loving tightness that makes him whine and gasp. you do everything he needs, molding yourself to him, giving him the comfort and release he’s been craving all day.

“…that’s it,” he rasps against your lips, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple with gentle pressure. “squeeze me just like that. you’re doing everything right… making me forget all the shi— stuff from today.” his other hand moves lower, fingers tracing the curve of your ass as he holds you flush against him.

the cock warming draws soft whimpers from the both of you, the intimacy building with every subtle clench and shift of your hips. “love you so much… thank you for letting me have this. for being here when i need you most.”

“my pretty girl,” he whispers, babbling now. his voice a soft, sweet caress. “thank you… thank you for this.”he’s so sweet, kissing every inch of your shoulder and neck, his breaths coming in shallow hitches.

“i-i love you more, don’t thank me.” you roll your hips a little quicker, grinding down on him, your bare breasts rubbing against his chest with every movement. his mouth finds your neck, lips trailing open kisses along your throat, tongue flicking out to taste your skin. “i have to baby, i love you s’much,” he murmurs against your skin.

“stay like this a little longer,” he pleads softly afterward, his voice whiny with need. “i want to feel you cum around me — just from this. can you do that for me, sweetheart ?”

“m-mhm !”you respond by rolling your hips in that slow, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him deeper into your chest, every movement deliberate and loving as you give him the comfort he’s been craving.

he moves inside you with faster, deliberate thrusts, keeping it gentle the best he can, his cock sliding in and out of your wetness. his hands stay on your hips, guiding you with care as he kisses on your neck, your collarbone, anywhere he can reach. “i-i love being inside you like this,” he whispers, voice thick with affection. “feel like i’m gonna cum.”

your bodies stay pressed together, skin to skin, the heat between you building with every slow roll of your hips. you clench around him again, and he groans softly, his cock twitching inside you as he fights to keep the pace steady.

“a-ah !” you’re completely lost in the intimacy of it, the way he holds you and speaks to you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, the slow friction of your bodies sliding together. “i—i’m gonna—“

“that’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head. “i-it’s okay.”

your climax builds slowly, the pressure coiling tighter with each gentle thrust until it finally breaks, your pussy begins pulsing around his dick as you moan into his shoulder and tamaki follows right after, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you with a low, shaky groan, his muscles tightening as he hugs you.

you’re so caught up in the feeling of him — the way he’s clinging to you and wasting inside of you, along with the soft moans he makes into your skin … that you completely forgot about the tea.

the sharp, insistent whistle of the kettle finally pierces through the heavy breathing and both of you jump at the sudden noise. tamaki startles, his whole body jerking as his eyes fly open, realizing the sound. he looks toward the kitchen, then back at your flushed, pretty face as your eyes snap open and his entire complexion turns a vivid, bright red.

the soft, dominant aura vanishes instantly, replaced by his usual, flustered self. he quickly pulls away, his movements clumsy and awkward as he tries to adjust himself, looking everywhere but at you as you scramble to get up.

“shit !” you blurt out, your voice cracking as you pull him out quickly, but gently. “the tea ! i, i completely forgot — i made it for you !”

he sits up, rubbing the back of his neck, his ears glowing a deep crimson. he’s clearly embarrassed by how worked up he got and how vocal he’d been with his affection that he’s internally blaming himself for causing you to forget.

you’re already scrambling up, all flustered and embarrassed, rushing toward the kitchen without another word, leaving him flushed. “sorry, i didn’t mean to distract you. i’m gonna… i’m gonna go bathe now,” he announces abruptly, then calls after you as you scurry to the kitchen. “j-join me !?”

“yes ! of course ! and i’ll bring the tea too !” you call back, hurriedly grabbing his favorite mug.

1.) bunch of asks to still get to

2.) i can’t bring you guys with me … unless you guys would follow along ?

𐔌 ovulation | k. bakugo .ᐟ ֹ ꒱ִ

ᝰ.ᐟ cw: 18+, fluff (?) + smut, ovulation, domestic intimacy, a LOT of physical touch, light teasing + degrading, grinding, fingering, brief finger sucking, dirty talk, praise, breeding kink ( talk only ! ), brief mention of pregnancy fantasies, needy!ovulating!fem!reader, soft/mean dom!katsuki, established relationship

ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis: today’s been a bit … different. you’re a lot more clingier, needier, and completely incapable of leaving katsuki alone — and this is how he deals with you !

ᝰ.ᐟ a/n 💬: wait, i’m ovulating right now — tmi 👀 ? ⤷ m.list ˎˊ˗

for some reason, you just can’t seem to let go of your boyfriend today. which, in itself, wasn’t unusual !!! you’re always all over him. but, what was unusual… was you.

katsuki barely makes it three steps out of the bedroom before your arms snake around his waist from behind, cheek pressing between his shoulder blades with a sleepy little sigh. “…mornin’,” you mumble into his shirt.

he pauses midstep, glancing down at the hands locked around him. “…it’s almost 12.”

“still morninggg.” you whine, rubbing your cheek against him.

he lets out a slow breath through his nose before continuing toward the kitchen, dragging you with him since you refuse to let go. “‘mornin’’ to you too, i guess.”

“people usually walk by themselves,” he then mutters, opening the fridge with one hand while you’re still attached to him.

“mm … don’t wanna.” you clutch onto him tightly and presses closer.

“clearly.” he reaches for the apple juice, and you manage to scoot even closer, forehead now resting against the warm fabric stretched across his back.

“…carry me ?”

“tch, no,” he snorts. despite saying that, one of his hands pats over yours where they’re clasped around his stomach and you smile to yourself.

after a moment, brunch is done, and katsuki is sitting at one end of the couch, phone balanced in one hand while the other lazily scratches at his jaw. but, you’re right back beside him on the couch, except beside quickly becomes halfway on top of him. it starts innocently enough, really ! your knee bumps his, then your shoulder, and then your head finds its usual spot against him, but he doesn’t say anything.

at least not until your arm loops around his middle. “…y’good ?” his eyes stay on his phone, but you know he’s paying attention.

you only nod against his shoulder, giving the smallest little hum before hugging him tighter. “mhm.” your legs are now draped over his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin while he scrolls aimlessly through his phone.

every few minutes, you shift and as time goes on, you shift again. “…quit wrigglin’.”

“I’m just getting comfortable …” you murmur, sinking deeper into him with a soft sigh, your shoulders relaxing while a content smile played on your lips.

“bullshit.” you only whine, pressing another kiss against the underside of his jaw, then another and another with a tiny nip at his skin. your thighs shift restlessly in his lap, your soaked panties just from a bit of movement dragging against him.

his thumb stops moving across his screen as his brows tug together, feeling how soaked you are. “…hell’s gotten into you,” he grunts, resting his chin against the top of your head despite himself.

you blink up at him innocently, “what do you mean ?”

“don’t ‘what do you mean’ me,” his crimson eyes narrow just slightly, studying your flushed face. “you’ve been glued to me since you woke up.”

“…have i really ?” your eyes search his for a second, genuinely surprised by your own behavior.

“yes,” katsuki gives you the flattest look imaginable before nodding once. “you have. you always are.”

“…oh,” you pause as your shoulder sink, your brows knitting together. “sorry.” you sound genuine enough that he almost drops it. almost. but, instead, he reaches up, pinching your cheek between two fingers. “quit apologizin’. what is it that you want, hm ?” he asks you, wanting to hear what exactly it is that you want. his tone was softer, turning you on even more.

you can’t tell if he’s doing it purposefully or not. so, you pout some more, scowling at him now. “i… i can’t help it.”

“…can’t help what ?”

you hesitate, shoulders lifting in the tiniest shrug before you move, hiding your face against his neck. “i just,” your voice comes out embarrassingly quiet as you finally admit to him. “i’m freaking horny, katsuki.”

“…that’s it ?” he rasps and you nod miserably. then he sighs dramatically with a roll of his eyes, tossing his phone onto the couch before wrapping one arm around your waist. “c’mere, baby.”

you don’t need to be told twice, you’re practically all the way in his lap now. he rests his chin back against the top of your head, fingers absentmindedly rubbing slow circles against your back before moving to your hips. “…anythin’ else goin’ on ? you still on your cycle ?”

you shake your head at both questions, nipping at your lip.

“promise ?” he coos, taking in how you look and another beat passes before he huffs a laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching upward despite himself. “holy fuck, you’re ridiculous.”

your lips pull into a stubborn little frown, fingers curling into the front of his shirt. “…it’s not my fault i’m so attracted to you !”

“yeah ?” his tone is so flat, but flirtatious as he moves to peck your lips gently, earning a light smack against his shoulder for that. it barely hurts, making him chuckle. “c’mon.” he then hooks an arm beneath your knees, lifting you just enough to settle you properly across his lap.

you squeak softly, your legs instinctively opening as your back is now against his chest. your panties are already damp from how long you’ve been rubbing up against him, the fabric clinging to your slick folds. “there. better ?” he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates through your spine.

“…mhm.” you nod slowly, leaning back into his heat until you feel him kiss your neck softly, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that makes your toes curl.

“good,” he quietly mumbles to you before murmuring how much of a dirty girl you are, mixing sweet nothings with the kind of blunt honesty that makes your heart warm. “…fuckin’ clingy. you’ve been acting heat-struck all day, haven't you ?"

“only for you.” you scoff, though you're practically melting. you love the way he speaks to you, the way he deals with you, noticing every tiny detail like the shift in your mood and appetite. he’s telling you everything you want to hear, honestly.

“…yeah, yeah,” he snickers, a smirk evident in his tone before his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties. he lets out a low whistle, finding you dripping and swollen, your natural lubrication soaking through the cotton of your panties. he circles your clit lazily at first, teasing your sensitive bud until you're arching your back. “open up for me.” he then sinks two fingers deep inside your soaked cunt, scissoring and pumping them steadily.

the feeling of him filling you, stretching you, makes you whimper and clench tightly around his fingers. “o-oh, yes,” you gasp softly, your head falling back against his shoulder. you groan loudly as he works you open with steady strokes, his fingers curling upward.

he doesn't just stop there, tilting your head back to capture your lips in a series of sloppy, soft kisses. he groans into your mouth — devouring you. it’s all you been fantasizing about all day since you woke up; the weight of him, the scent of him, and the feeling of him inside of you. after a couple of moans into each other’s mouths, he pulls back just an inch, his breath hot against your lips while his fingers still pump inside of you.

“look at you,” he rasps in your ear, his voice dropping an octave. “been holdin’ this in since you woke up. why couldn’t you just tell me, hm ?”

you start to babble, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a pathetic, needy rush, your mind completely clouded by the friction of his fingers. “i-i just ... i dunno. i need you, katsuki, please. i just want you inside …!”

he lets out a low, mean chuckle, his fingers curling upward to hook firmly against your g-spot. he begins to pump faster, the sound of wet, squelching friction filling the room. “you’re a mess. so soaked it’s fucking disgusting—,” he murmurs, though the way he’s grinding his hips against your backside tells a different story.

“d-don’t be mean !” you cry out, your head tossing back against his shoulder while you cut him off. “you didn’t even let me finish, baby. i love your mess.”

the praise makes you whimper, your body arching into him. suddenly, he withdraws his fingers with a wet schlick, leaving you feeling suddenly empty and aching. before you can whine about it in protest, he brings his dripping fingers to your lips. “suck ‘em,” he commands softly, his voice low and condescending.

you obey instantly, your lips parting to take his fingers into your mouth. you swirl your tongue around them, tasting the salty, sweet musk of your own arousal mixed with his scent. you’re making needy noises in the back of your throat while he watches you with a heavy lidded gaze, moaning almost mockingly as you suck on him. he then reaches down with his other hand, gripping your swollen clit and rubbing it harshly.

he lets out a sharp exhale when you release his fingers with a wet pop, his now free hand goes to grip your waist tight as he continues to rub you. “fuck, you’re so nasty,” he whispers, though the tone is purely affectionate. then, he slides his fingers back inside you all at once, deep and sudden, making you cry out.

this is all too much. you’re practically sobbing now, your hips jerking uncontrollably against his hand. “mmm..., k-kat ! c-c !—” you let out a muffled scream against his fingers as your thighs tremble and your pussy flutters hard around his fingers, your orgasm comes rolling through you in wet pulses that soak his hand.

eventually, you calm down a bit and he feels you shifting against him again. your hips roll in slow, needy circles, the wet heat of your pussy grinding down on the now hard line of his dick through his sweats. you can feel how much he’s grown for you, thick and straining. “…baby.” you lift your head just enough to look at him through your glossy eyes.

“…mm ?” he asks, staring down at you with a soft exhale from how worked up he got while cleaning your mess off his fingers. “what now ?”

“…put a baby in me, pretty please.”

“what ?” he freezes, his breath hitching as he looks at your flushed face and blownout pupils looking at him so seriously. he can smell the sweetness of your ovulation, taste it even after he licked his fingers clean. he lets his head fall back against the couch while he feels you grind your still-soaked core right against the head of his dick through his sweats. “you’re killin’ me,” he grits out, his hand gripping your hip tight to hold you there, letting you feel the sheer size of him pulsing through the fabric. “you really want it that bad ? you want to be knocked up that bad and carry our brat that much ?”

“yes ... please ... please just fuck me,” you whimper, rubbing yourself frantically against him, desperate for the friction, desperate for the release that he's teasingly withholding. “please… can we fuck ?”

“nah,” he whispers, a smirk playing on his lips even as he’s visibly sparking from the effort of not losing it. “i think i’ll just let you suffer a little longer. show me how much you want it, baby.”

you groan dramatically, lightly hitting his chest because you don’t want to hurt your boyfriend, do you ? you then pout before finally whining, “at least let me suck !”

new tags are amongus.

bakugou x reader x Kirishima can someone find it please all I remember that the reader went out with someone and came back crying I think? And then Kirishima put the reader on the counter taking off their makeup while bakugou is getting them some water and after that had you know.

hii anon, i’m not too sure :(( im sorry !

wait, im so honored, hehe you ran to ME ?! YEAH !!! I LOVE BKG n TIKTOK TRENDS n YOU !!!

calling your boyfriend your friend prank w/ bkg — no cw, established relationship

so, your phone is already propped against your silverware holders by the time the countdown finishes. “okay,” you smile toward the camera, picking up the newest drink everybody’s been talking about, its an energy drink denki advertised. “apparently this tastes like—”

you squint at the label, holding the bottle up. “what even is this flavor ? lemon ?”

katsuki snorts beside you, arms folded across his chest while waiting far less patiently than you are. “…just drink it. it’s dunceface’s brand.”

“bossy,” you roll your eyes before looking back toward your phone. “hi guys !” you then grin, holding the drink out for the camera to see. “today i’m here with my friend and we’re going to be trying this new drink from our best bud.”

you glance at the camera just in time to see his expression change, then lick your lips to suppress your smile. you begin to unwrap the bottle, too busy trying to peel the plastic wrapping off as he glares at you.

he raises a brow before clicking his tongue. “…don’t piss me off.” he grunts and you slowly start smiling. “no, seriously.”

“what’s the matter, kats ?” you finally look up from the stubborn plastic wrap and see his familiar grumpy expression. his brows are pinched together now as he side eyes you. the look alone makes you bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“…restart.” he blurts after a long second of staring at you like you’re crazy, trying to figure out if you actually just said that and why.

“…why ?” you snicker, a giggle slipping out as you tilt your head innocently at him.

“‘cause i ain’t your fuckin’ friend.” is the last thing the camera hears before katsuki reaches over, snatches the phone, and the video cuts off.

put bakugou in a relationship with a random (background character,oc wtv) and they toxic and he cheats on them with us ORRRR reader reader cheats on they partner with bakugou 👀👀

okay yes. i haven’t been ignoring you, nonnie, i pinky promise. i actually sat on this one for a while because normally i don’t write cheating. it’s just not my thing. i also personally can’t picture katsuki cheating. if he’s unhappy, he’s the type to end the relationship first. he’s too straightforward for all the beating around the bush stuff, at least in my eyes.

now … on the behalf of reader accidentally catching feelings while she’s already seeing someone ? that’s a little messier. like, let’s say she has a roster or some of the sort. me personally, i don’t do those either 👀 i don’t think i’d ever glorify cheating, but i am very interested in writing complicated feelings. the kind where nobody really planned for it to happen and everyone ends up hurt.

sooo … possibly maybe ? i’m still thinking on it. i actually HATE angst. but, i love it (💢｀Д´). however, no promises !!!

hm hm hm playing flee the facility with bkg.

i was playing flee the facility all throughout this week and kept bumping into bakugo avatars so i was thinking — bakugo playing roblox’s flee the facility with his girlfriend, you.

you both equally hate campers and or teamers despite the fact you’d both end up doing it at some point. like, bakugo WOULD probably end up hitting you and locking you up because him winning is a must — but let’s say you guys bump into either campers or teamers.

he turns into the BIGGEST camper, in order to win.

the call had started almost an hour or two ago with a simple, “please, one game ?” that spiraled into nearly ten matches back to back.

the match finally ends with your avatar stumbling through the exit and you let out a relieved breath, stretching your fingers while the intermission for the next round begins.

it didn’t take too long before the two of you were already complaining.

through your speaker comes a loud tap from katsuki tapping his screen to exit the victory stats. “see ?” he grumbles, sounding just as irritated as he had the entire match. “this the shit im talkin' about. that’s exactly why i hate teamers.”

you can’t help smiling to yourself as your avatar spins circles around his in the lobby. “they literally wouldn’t leave each other’s side,” you laugh, shaking your head. “i couldn’t even finish one computer without both of them showin’ up and messing it up !”

“they’re trash.” he says it with so much confidence that you snort.

“and campers,” you add with a dramatic sigh, watching your character jump onto his head while the intermission timer ticks lower. “don’t even get me started.”

“tch.”the sound was enough to tell you he agreed, then a quiet scoff crackles through the call. “if you gotta stand in front of a tube just to win,” he continued, voice dripping with judgment, “you’re already ass.”

“exactly !” the countdown finally ends and your screen fades black before loading into the next match. almost instinctively, your eyes flick toward the player list. you see your own username along with three survivors, but not katsuki’s. your brows then slowly lift, “…hold on.” the familiar beast theme begins creeping through your speaker from katsuki’s end. “katsuki …?”

there’s a muttered “fuck,” then you hear him suck his teeth through the speaker, followed by the tiniest chuckle. “better start movin’.”

“oh my gosh.” you abandon the computer you’d barely started hacking as you hear him spawn close, your thumbs scrambling across the screen as your avatar moves through the nearest window.

for the first minute, everything seems fine.

you’re halfway through another computer close by from where you spawned when his voice suddenly cuts through the call again, noticeably more irritated than before. “what the fuck ? are you serious ?”

you keep a steady focus on the computer you’re hacking, prepared to press e so you don’t mess up. “what happened ?”

a loud tapping noise echoes through your speaker, followed by another irritated grunt.“this dumbass keeps slammin’ doors in my face.”

a small laugh slips out as you coo. “…aw, gotta be a lil faster.”

“shuddup.”

the grin spreading across your face only gets bigger as you hear the sound of frantic tapping that comes through katsuki’s end of the call, followed by a sharp click of his tongue whenever somebody slams a door in his face again.

“again ?” you laughed quietly. you could almost picture the irritated look spreading across his face without even seeing it.

“i said shut up,” he muttered, the irritation obvious in his voice as another survivor slipped around the corner. a loud missed- smack echoed through your speaker before he let out an annoyed grunt. “this game is so damn stupid.”

“mm…” you hum, biting back another laugh. “sounds like somebody’s losin’.”

“i’m not losin’ this fuckass game.”

by the time you’d nearly finished your third computer, the music started again. it was faint at first, but then louder and louder. your eyes dart wildly around the map as your thumbs fumble against the screen.“…no.”

“katsuki, i know you’re nearby,” you accused as the music grew louder by the second — he’s coming.

“maybe.”

you then hear the sound of his hammer connecting with someone through the game before he finally speaks. “wrong way.”

you felt a bit of relief as he peeled off after another survivor, and you caught yourself thinking maybe he’d actually go easy on you.

that thought lasted all of maybe five seconds as you moved your screen toward the hallway just in time to see his avatar rounding the corner. “…there you are.”

“…oh, you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.”

“why me ?!” you squeak, immediately taking off toward the nearest window. “there’s literally three other people ! you just hit one !”

you hear him laugh under his breath. “’cause i found you first.” he lies, saying it bluntly as he approaches you LOL.

“no you didn’t ! that’s not fair, stop it !”

“life ain’t fair.”

your avatar barely makes it halfway through another window before his hammer connects. you groan dramatically as if you were actually hit, watching your character crumple onto the floor. “oh so, you’re targeting me ?”

“yeah.” he answers so bluntly that you can’t even snap back. you watch as your limp avatar gets dragged halfway across the map. “…you’re so mean.”

“strategy.” he moves quickly and drops you into the nearest tube before moving a few steps away. for a second, you think he’s actually leaving.

then… he turns right back around.

your freezing meter begins crawling upward as his avatar plants itself just outside the room, pacing lazily between both entrances, but keeping his distance so you can die.

you glare at your screen, a pout appearing slowly. “…katsuki.”

“hm ?”

“…what’re you doin’ ?”

his avatar takes another slow lap around your tube before stopping again. “playin’ the game ?”

you scoff with your brows tugged together, “you’re camping !”

“nah. im not a camper...”

“you literally said campers were ass five minutes ago !”

one of the survivors rounded the corner, clearly hoping to save you. they didn’t even make it three steps before katsuki smacked them straight back onto the floor. he remains quiet for a second, locked in as he casually drags them away from you. only then does he respond. “that’s different.”

“how so ?!”

“‘cause i’m winnin’ unlike these losers.”

you let out the loudest gasp of the night. “you’re such a hypocrite !” he only lets out an annoying boyish laugh and before either of you can keep arguing, the in-game chat pops up.

bro camper

another message followed before you could click to see what was being said.

touch grass

you heard katsuki suck his teeth through the speaker. “…the hell.” his avatar stayed planted beside your tube while his thumbs immediately switched from moving to typing.

you heard his quick typing, watching as the freeze meter turned back to red — hinting that he’s too close for you to die now.

##### #### ######

then he tried again …

#######

“what did you say ?” you asked, already trying not to laugh.

“i didn’t even say anything that bad.”he grits out while trying again.

#### ###### #####

you start to laugh at his failed attempts. and he quickly murmurs, “shut up.”while trying again, attempting to say “fuck off" in the game chat.

#### ###

“…again ? i hate this damn game.”

you laugh a bit harder now, saying something he hates most. “i don’t speak tags !”

“tch, this is why you’re going to die.”another survivor rounds the corner and without missing a beat, katsuki quickly knocks them flat with one swing before immediately opening chat again.

lol get better at game.

“…are you seriously arguing while camping ?”

“multitaskin’.”

“you actually suck.”

you can practically hear the smug grin in his voice. “still winnin’, though.”