kirishima who has the meanest girlfriend ever. I mean his best friend is basically the class anger issue kid.
kirishima genuinely has begun to think he just attracts natural angry people, but as soon as your with him that switches like light. You’ll be bossing him around when others are there, a little eye roll and ‘tch’ everytime someone dirty looks you. Then as soon as your alone your all over him, soft kisses on his chest on his cheek basically purring like a cat.
kirishima who would never trade you for the world his friends always complain how mean you come across, how he ‘could do better man’ kirishima shuts them down real quick.
kirishima who thinks how could he do better then you? Your a bitch sure but the way whenever hes upset you dont talk just sit next to him and brush his hair, press your soft lips against his forehead and wait for him to talk. The way you help him dye his hair when the backs uneven, the way your arms instinctively pull him closer in your sleep.
but the best thing about you? kirishima is a firm believer in happy wife happy life don’t get him wrong. But that look in your eye when you genuinely get frustrated it makes a hot pile straight to his pants.
and especially when you overhear someone judging him. Now you never care when someone says anything about you, a small huff and a turn in their direction, one comment and you watch their mouth fly open . But when it’s him kirishima swears it’s the hottest thing, within seconds your turning around pointing fingers at the person waving it in front of their face and screaming like a mad women.
Now that is the side his friends never see, how soft you can be, how sweet how defensive and well how submissive you turn as soon as kirishima has something you need.
he swears his head spins when your underneath him pleading,whining and scratching all up his back for him to put it in or for him to give you some relief.
For him to touch your throbbing pussy that’s just drooling all over the bed, waiting for him.
Yeah. Kirishimas got the meanest girlfriend but her pussy is best.
⟡ stages of pregnancy with husband!katsuki ! fluff / suggestive , headcanon ℘ fem!reader. ㅤ𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪m.list ˖
husband!katsuki who massaged your feet when you were pregnant and made sure to always stock the fridge with your cravings, never missing a single day of cooking the meal you wanted the most.
husband!katsuki who didn’t believe you at all when you first told him you were pregnant, even after you showed him three positive tests, he made you take another one just in case. he stayed quiet for a moment before saying “fuck it. i’m gonna be a dad.” and kissed you for hours on end.
husband!katsuki who was nervous to tell his parents that he was going to be a dad, but you knew they would be so proud of him regardless, especially since they'd been asking for grandkids for the last six months. what shocked you the most was how he wasn't afraid to show off the fact that he was having your child to the entire world.
husband!katsuki who started to be way clingier than usual when you became pregnant, always giving you shoulder rubs, jumping off the sofa to get you a glass of water, and always spoke to your belly whenever he got the chance. even missing some days of pro hero work just to be there for you and the baby.
husband!katsuki who secretly hoped the baby would look like him so he could have a mini him running around the house and acting all crazy and mischievous like he was as a child, but also hoping the baby would have your personality since you were the sweeter one out of the two of you.
husband!katsuki who still wants to be intimate with you even if you’re pregnant, wanting to please you and hoping it eases your pains. he handles you with care and is extra gentle, knowing your carrying a whole human being in your belly, that is yours and his baby, his baby with you. makes him smile every time he thinks about it.
husband!katsuki who compliments you every day without fail and tells you how beautiful you are, even when you say you look ugly that day. he gets really upset if you say you look gross or whatever, because he knows that you look perfect all the time and you look especially beautiful since you were carrying his child, there was nothing more beautiful than that.
shoto saying “one more” is the biggest lie he tells.
it’s always one careful kiss at first, the kind he gives like he’s being polite about wanting you. and then you pull back, smiling, thinking that’s it.
shoto doesn’t move away. he stays close, eyes flicking to your mouth like he’s weighing something, like he’s trying to be reasonable.
“...one more,” he murmurs.
you give it to him because how could you not? and he kisses you like he’s grateful, like he’s trying to make it quick...
except his hand slips to your waist. his thumb presses in, and his breath stutters like he forgot his own plan.
you break the kiss. “there.”
shoto blinks, as if he’s surprised you stopped him. then, quieter, like he’s confessing to a weakness, “one more.”
it becomes a pattern. a trap you fall into willingly.
because shoto’s “one more” isn’t about stopping. it’s about stalling. keeping you close. buying time. and the worst part is how earnest he is about it—how he says it like he truly believes the next kiss will satisfy him.
at some point, you start laughing every time he says it, because it’s ridiculous, and he gives you this small, offended look like you’re misunderstanding him.
“i’m serious,” he says, and then he kisses you again anyway.
and when you finally catch his wrists and hold him back, smiling, “shoto. how many ‘one mores’ do you need?”
his cheeks go faintly pink. he looks at you for a long second, painfully honest, then mumbles:
“…i don’t know,” before pausing.
“...one more.”
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bakugou gets his hair cut and gets your reaction (spoiler: you love it!!)
a/n: I came up with this during my stats class 😭
Katsuki never gets his hair cut, but you insisted this time because it was getting messy. You were starting to regret that decision.
You were in the class lounge sitting on the kitchen island, biting your nails nervously.
“wait Mina I’m actually scared.”
“What if it looks bad? I won’t be able to look at him the same.”
You dramatically placed a had on your face.
“Girl bye it’ll be okay. Hair grows”
“Oh please when kiri cut his hair, you were upset.”
“okay but that’s because it was too short but it wasn’t bad.”
“Right…it’s not like you called him—“ you paused, smirking, “whatever that comparison was.”
You both laughed.
As you continued chatting, you heard the door open.
Your head turned and saw it was kiri
“Omg kiri is it bad. Do i need to prepare myself”
He shined a toothy grin
“Don’t worry I honestly think you’ll like it.”
After followed bakugou who walked in.
He had a low taper fade, his spikes tamed and nicely cut. He looked goooddd
You ran to him and jumped up—showering him with kisses
“What’s with you woman?”
he scrunched his face as he held you close, preventing you from sliding down
“You look so handsome baby!”
“Tsk it’s nothing special. Just fixed my hair a bit”
Mina and kiri were watching you as she shared a snarky comment
“Looks like y/n likes it. Funny how she was scared that you would be ugly.”
she laughs.
You snapped your head up and glared before grabbing his hand and leading him to your room.
“Why are we here?” he asked, sounding suspicious.
“What? Can’t take my boyfriend to my room.”
He watched you carefully, like he was trying to figure something out.
The rest of the time, you were all over him. When he laid on your bed, you peppered his face with kisses. When he went to the bathroom to fix his hair after you messed it up, you sat on the counter, just admiring him. The whole day, you were basically glued to him.
Later that night, you went to his room while he was doing homework and climbed onto his lap, kissing him.
“You’ve been all over me today.” He said with small chuckle, kissing you back.
“Idk I’m just really digging this style on you. You should get it more often.”
You smiled into the kiss as he forgot all about the homework in front of him. His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer as your fingers tangled in his hair.
He pulled away slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips.
synopsis : katsuki bakugo loves when his wife wears his merch.. | drabble + timeskip .
bakugo didn’t mind the merch adorned to his hero name, it was just there, the way a famous singer or actor might have cute t-shirts and pictures in shopping centres— on display in the shops window, he would happily sign posters, pictures, t-shirts and figures if his fans asked him to.
katsuki bakugo didn’t care about his merch, not until you started wearing it.
“cya’ hunny! I’ll be back soon.” you called, grabbing your purse and keys.
he turned from the kitchen, momentarily pausing his stirring. “you better not be using your own damned card..” he gruffed, placing a hand on his hip. “take mine.”
you rolled your eyes, “c’mon.. ‘tsuki.. I don’t wanna— I feel bad using your card..” you slouched into the doorframe of the kitchen, crossing your arms and furrowing your brows.
bakugo rolled his eyes, “just take it woman.”
“fine.” you mumbled, placing your bag on the counter near you and strolling to your shared bedroom to acquire his wallet.
just as he was about to turn around to continue cooking the spicy mapo tofu— a familiar orange, black and green jumble caught his eye.
hanging off your purse was a keychain— a chibi version of the blonde graced with an angry expression and a small red tick mark.
“…hm.” he felt a small smirk etch it’s way onto his lips, eyes squinting and glazed with a smug glint.
“..’kay I’m back! happy now?” you fussed.
bakugo was silent, the cute keychain still being toyed with between his fingers.
“cute keychain.”
your eyes widened, a shy grin making it’s way on your lips. “well, yes!— I’m obviously your number one fan..”
he stared at you, his rare soft smile slowly emerging. “mhm.. ‘course, m’favourite girl.” he whispered, leaning forward to peck your lips.
“buy more of my merch.. looks good on you.”
you rolled your eyes playfully, “sure, great explosion murder god dynamight..”
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to satoru personal space does not exist ∘ ∘ ∘ (⸝⸝╸-╺⸝⸝)
it’s ironic, really.
for someone known as the strongest— untouchable, infinite space between him and everything else— satoru just cannot keep his hands off you.
at all.
you’re sitting on the couch? his arm is already around your shoulders. he’ll grab a handful of boob while he’s at it, not even in a sexual manner, he simply treats it like a fidget toy.
walking somewhere? fingers laced with yours like it’s a life-or-death requirement. he’s pulling you away from anyone walking too closely, which ends up with your entire arm in his grasp.
standing perfectly still? his hand finds its way into your pocket. does he have his own? sure. does he care? absolutely not.
trying to cook? he’s behind you, chin resting on your head, fully convinced he’s helping while absolutely not helping. occasionally, he’ll have his hand directly on yours.
“toru,” you say, attempting to stir something without elbowing him, “you are literally making this harder.”
“i’m helping,” he corrects, tightening his hold just a little. “just making sure you don’t accidentally burn yourself.”
it gets worse in public.
for a man who used to keep the entire world at a distance, he now treats you like a built-in accessory. hand on your waist, fingers brushing yours, casually leaning on you like you’re the only solid thing in existence.
at one point, you stop walking entirely.
he takes three more steps before the invisible leash snaps him back, looking back at you like a puppy waiting for his owner.
“hey— why’d you stop?”
you cross your arms. “can you go five minutes without touching me?”
he stares at you. actually stares.
like you’ve just asked him to breathe underwater.
“…why would i do that?”
“because normal people have boundaries.”
“you don’t like it?” he pouts, very seriously. “what’s so wrong with me showing affection?”
you have to stifle a laugh.
he takes advantage immediately— hands on your cheeks, squishing your face a little. “see? you like it just as much as i do.”
“you’re impossible.”
“and yet,” he leans in, forehead bumping yours, smug and soft all at once, “you’re always within arm’s reach.”
warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, smut, oral sex (f receiving), strength/power play (bucky lifts reader up. he's a super soldier, what can't he lift?), strength kink? praise kink, multiple orgasms (implied), overstimulation, pet names (doll, baby, good girl, sweetheart)
jazz yaps: back with another horny idea graciously bestowed upon me by @buckybsdoll! also marvel not giving us a shirtless beefy bucky scene remains one of history's greatest crimes 😤 at least the red henley exists.
wc: 1k
You came down to the home gym at the Avengers compound with Bucky, expecting to get a workout in like usual.
But the second he starts his set your attention shifts straight to him.
The room fills with the clank of metal plates and the steady rhythm of his breathing, and somehow you end up just standing there watching instead of doing anything productive.
He’s beneath the bar with more weight loaded onto it than most men would dare attempt, his vibranium arm catching the bright fluorescent light every time he pushes the bar upward.
A thin sheen of sweat coats his skin, tracing the thick muscles of his neck, sliding over the wide expanse of his chest, and disappearing into the defined ridges of his abs.
Each low grunt he lets out as he pushes the bar sends a jolt straight to your core, his biceps bulge like fucking pythons, veins standing out along his forearms like they’ve been drawn there just to ruin your focus.
And God help you, he looks unfairly good—solid, powerful, the kind of man who could crush steel and still have you completely unravelled just by standing there.
You nudge your thighs together, feeling the heat build up.
The way he controls the weight, hips lifting just slightly for leverage, muscles tightening under those black shorts clinging to his thick thighs… it pulls you straight back to that night.
That night in his bedroom when he’d turned all that raw strength on you.
He'd already made you come twice on his tongue, sprawled on the bed with your legs hooked over his shoulders. His metal fingers dug into your thighs, holding you spread wide open as his mouth worked your pussy—lips sucking your clit, tongue plunging deep, lapping up every drop like he had been starving for weeks.
“Fuck, doll,” he’d groaned against you, his voice rough and wrecked. "Taste so goddamn sweet. Gimme one more."
You’d been trembling, oversensitive from the intense pleasure, thighs quivering around his head.
But he didn't relent.
Instead, he slid his flesh arm under your ass to drag you right to the edge of the bed like you weighed nothing at all—pulling you closer as if you weren’t already close enough.
His piercing blues locked on yours, dark with a primal hunger. “C’mon, baby,” he'd growled. “Soak my face again. I know you got it.”
You shouldn’t have been shocked by his strength—super soldier serum and all that—but when he said, “Grab on,” and you clutched his shoulders, fingers sinking into solid muscle, he just… lifted you.
Straight off the bed, you were suspended mid-air in his arms, held up only by his strength as he devoured you like a man possessed.
You gripped his hair with one hand, the other braced on his shoulder, knuckles white as you rode his face, every flick of his tongue sending hot, overwhelming pulses through your entire body.
The thrill of it—the sheer power holding you up while he ravaged your soaked cunt, nose grinding your throbbing clit, tongue curling deep with feral growls vibrating straight through you.
The pleasure overwhelmed you, leaving you lightheaded and on the verge of blacking out.
But you were close, oh so close—muscles burning as you started to slip.
“B-bucky—fuck, I cant,” you’d gasped, your grip faltering. “Gonna f-fall, I—”
He’d just grunted, low and animalistic, not even pausing to set you down.
In one fluid move, he pivoted and slammed your back against the nearest wall, the impact rattling the pictures on the wall and sending one crashing to the floor in pieces.
He paid no mind to it.
His mouth sealed over you again, relentless, tongue thrusting deep as his vibranium hand pinned your thigh high, opening you wider.
"Give it to me, baby," he'd demanded, voice rough between sucks, eyes burning into you. "Give me what’s mine. Come on my tongue. Now."
And you had, shattering harder than before, grinding down onto his greedy mouth as your orgasm ripped through you, thighs quaking around his head, squirting hot and messy over his face while he drank it all down, groaning like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
"That's my good fucking girl."
The loud clang of the bar settling into the rack snaps you back to reality, your panties now completely drenched from the memory and your nipples straining hard against your tank top.
Bucky sits up, straightening as he wipes sweat from his brow with a towel, dragging it slowly down the side of his neck before his gaze settles on you.
Heat rushes to your cheeks as his lips tip into that familiar, knowing smirk.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he teases, voice low and playful as he stands and begins to walk toward you. "You know, you're not very subtle," he chuckles, stopping just inches away, towering over you.
“You’ve been eye-fuckin’ me for the last ten minutes,” he adds, that smirk deepening. "What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh? Thinkin' about something dirty?"
Your breath hitches, pulse thundering between your legs, and you don't bother lying. "Yeah," you admit, voice steady but tight. "Thinking about how I want to be your next workout."
The smirk is gone. His eyes darken at your words, that playful glint morphing into something far more intense.
Without warning, his hands are on you—vibranium palm firm at the back of your thigh, his other arm wrapping around your waist—as he lifts you up effortlessly.
Your legs instinctively lock around his hips, your back arching as he presses his rock-hard cock right against your soaked core through your thin shorts.
“Lucky for you…" he groans, tilting your face down to his and lightly nibbling your lower lip. "I was barely workin' up a sweat.”
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notes : f! reader, childhood best friends, typical katsuki, includes 2 instagram stories!!
a/n: HII BBYS heh can you tell i like the whole best friend trope 😅😅 i apologize for leaving but ugh there was so much going on, people visiting, going through a break up, blah blah BUT WE BACK IN BUSINESS hope you guys enjoy 🧘♀️
