💕Would Be A Dream Come True 💕

That’s my girlfriend 💜💜

play ball!

*warnings: basketballplayer!ellie, afab reader insert, oral (reader and Ellie receiving), fingering - very Toni inspired from The Wilds teehee, oui’d (trigger warning - science)

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At first she was just your lab partner. You’d been sat next to each other by chance, in a class that had a very torn ‘fan base’ so to speak. Luckily, when Ellie grumbled, “Fuckin’ hate chem. Physics is the cooler science. Only reason why we got on the moon,” you knew this semester was going to be mildly more tolerable.

But some days you couldn’t tell if she was trying to tip-toe over the line between peers, friends, and a more intense third option. Some days it was strict - work on the lab, punch in the numbers, hand in the work to the professor. Other days, she’d crack a dad joke or two and watch you laugh. Then once in a while, you got the occasional lingering touch or gaze. Like one time, she needed to grab a ruler from the front of the class, and as she stood from her stool and slipped behind you, her palms fell to your shoulders and squeezed.

You could try to argue she was trying to build a friendship, something innocent and platonic. However…Ellie was a walking stereotype: short nails, insanely hot tattoos, carabiner hooked around her belt loop, the occasional lip bite when you giggled at her, and not to mention she was on the basketball team. Truly, all she was missing was the Nike headband and the high bun (which you were admittedly relieved she didn’t wear).

“Hey, let me ask you something,” she sat the marble at the top of the ramp you’d been working on for the better part of a week.

“Okay…” you mindlessly answered, readying the stopwatch on your phone.

She let the marble go and watched as it rolled down, not paying too much mind to Ellie studying you instead, “Do you want to come to my game this weekend?”

Color erupted in your cheeks. The marble rolled onto the floor and the stop watch ran beyond the time it needed to.

Ellie scoffed and left her seat to get the item rolling across the linoleum. Your eyes watched her every move as you formulated the right response. Hopefully the slight tremble in your hand wouldn’t give away your excitement.

“Yeah. When is it?” You swallowed, face ablaze.

Ellie threw the marble up in front of your face and caught it midair, clearly trying to pull a reaction from you, “Saturday at one. I want to see you in the stands.”

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And see you in those fucking stands she did. You sat directly in the middle, removed from the families there to support their daughters darting across the court. You remembered Ellie briefly mentioning her adoptive dad a few times, so you scanned the seats to see who could be blessed enough to call her their child.

When the whistle from the middle of the court rang your eyes searched around for a familiar head of auburn hair. She had it tied half up half down, arms on full display and a hilariously serious look on her face. You knew that the basketball team wasn’t anything super special considering the football team got all the attention, and also the fact that you lost most of the games. According to Ellie, it was surprising you were even playing this far in the season. Regardless, the orange ball zipped around the court that was filled with shredded women squeaking their sneakers on the waxed floor. The sport was much more fast paced than you had anticipated. But the real excitement picked up when Ellie’s lengthy fingers finally got a chance at the ball. She was dribbling down the opposite end of the court, trying to get to a decent place where she could shoot or at least pass it to someone. Two players from the opposite team managed to get in front of her and block her. They had some inches on her, but surely that didn’t intimidate her. She was quickly looking for a way out.

“Shoot it Ellie! C’mom!” A man with salt and pepper hair shot from his seat. His voice boomed scarily - that must be her dad.

She flashed a look over her shoulder, smirked at him, then had just enough time to catch your spot in the stand. Thankfully she had kept her feet moving, swishing the ball through her legs and dodging possible steals. After briefly meeting your gaze, she got back to business, tricking the players out of her next move and running toward the net, completing a layup.

The man cheered for Ellie with his thick southern drawl, “That’s it! That’s my girl!” You couldn’t help but clap and cheer alongside everyone else.

As she sauntered back over to the other end of the court, she brought the end of her jersey to her brow to wipe away the sweat reflecting so deliciously from the lights - not before winking at you of course. You felt like a silly school girl when your knees pressed together. You couldn’t think of a single other thing you wanted to be doing this fine Saturday afternoon. Well…one thing of course that involved some of Ellie’s obviously skilled fingers.

Another play began and more squeaking sneakers filled the court. It was getting pretty intense, a constant back and forth for what felt like ages - supposedly the defense on both teams was excellent. Finally it seemed like someone was starting to give, unfortunately it was your schools team, because one of the players from the opposite team was desperately trying to make a shot but Ellie was just a little too good at playing defense. You were amazed at how quick she was. Sadly that wasn’t enough, because the player got by her to make the shot, but as they did you watched their elbow jab right into Ellie’s nose. In the same instant the ball went through the net, whistles were blown and people were running over to Ellie.

“That was on purpose!” Ellie’s dad spat angrily.

Through the small crowd around her you saw all the blood on her hand and even more trailing from her nose. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands. As you watched her get ushered over to the rest of the team, you watched how Ellie’s stare fixated on the rotten player who had gotten her. When she saw her window, she took it, slipping out of the group and over to the player.

“Motherfucker!” A mixture of blood and spit splattered across the players face.

If people hadn’t stepped in sooner, a full blown fight would’ve broken out. Needless to say, Ellie was sat out for the rest of the game after seeing first aid.

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“Let me look at that-“ you awkwardly watched Ellie’s dad hold her jaw and turn her face from side to side, “look at that goddamn bruise, she needs to be kicked off the team.” He rambled on.

“Dad, stop it-“ Ellie smacked away his hand, her eyes darting to you from behind him.

He studied her for a moment, before deciding his anger was getting him no where. He knew his daughter probably wanted to sit down and get some water, probably get a shower, too. He sighed, “Well, I’m glad you stuck up for yourself. Good work,” he brought her in for a hug and patted her on the back, “proud of you kiddo. Love you, see you soon.”

You tried your best to hold back an admirable giggle as he turned and passed by you, tilting his head and briefly greeting you with a, “Howdy.”

So you greeted Ellie with the same thing, smiling widely.

“Texas, my dad is from Texas - oh shut up.” Ellie shoved your shoulder playfully.

Now you got to see the bruising on her right eye, there was a bandage across the bridge of her pretty nose hiding the scratch. Thinking back on it, she was pretty hot to watch when she was angry. Now she had something to show for it, so every time you looked at her the scene would replay in your head.

You bit your lip shyly, “You’re uh, you’re alright.” You wished you had researched the sport a little more so you had something to actually talk about.

“Mm - really?”

“Yeah.”

Ellie ran her tongue across her teeth, “Well, I’m glad you think so. Maybe you can tell me just how alright I am tonight when I pick you up.”

How was she so clever? So quick?

Once again she had you fighting for words, “Sure, uhm…what time?”

“You have anything going on at eight?” You shook your head, “Now you do. I’ll see you then.”

Some of that southern charm must’ve rubbed off onto her over the years.

-

“Oh fuck! Ellie-“

Your fingers were deep in her hair not sure where else to grab in the backseat of her car. Between your moans, the faint music and the absolutely sinful squelching being born from Ellie being knuckle deep in you, it was hard to orient yourself at all. Her tongue sucked and danced on your clit like it was part of her daily routine - and thankfully she did because it had your limbs turning to jelly. Eventually your greed got the best of you because your hips began to grind back against her tongue.

“Shiiiit…”

You pushed her head closer to you, shamelessly using her mouth as a sex toy, because that’s what it essentially was. And she didn’t object either, moaning and panting into your cunt like she was the one with three fingers deep. Each roll of your hips pushed you closer to your climax, adding a whine or pout to your moans.

It seemed though, Ellie had different plans, because her free arm came down on your hips, holding you steady in place. As she pumped into you, her other fingers attacked your clit with a quick waving motion, sending stimulation to you at an almost ungodly pace.

Through your quickened breaths you swore, “Fuckfuckfuckfuck-!”

“Uh huh, c’mom give it to me.” Ellie purred, watching your cunt closely.

Your brain had omitted anything that wasn’t Ellie and your orgasm, leaving you to just moan out a warning that was your approaching orgasm. And she knew, especially when you started clamping down on her fingers, hips jolting, and the borderline scream coming from your lips.

“That’s it, cum on my fingers.”

You began to notice the way Ellie was able to get you do just about anything. She wasn’t big on asking, more on instructing. And you loved it. Especially when she hit you with:

“Okay, my turn.”

You weren’t given much time to come back to earth after the orgasm that just hit you, but the sound of Ellie’s zipper sobered you up pretty quick. As she shimmied off her jeans, you eyed her hips poking out, and the little copper happy trail leading below her black boxers. Drool was pooling under your tongue. She reached for the hem of her boxers, but you pushed her hands aside, taking it upon yourself to rip them down her legs yourself. Your palms must’ve been cold from the way goosebumps littered her thighs as your palms ran down the inners of them; or she was just that excited. She sucked in air through her teeth at the sensation of your lips exploring her hips, licking along her happy trail, feeling the muscle tighten beneath it. Ellie was really beginning to feel the heat building in thr backseat now. There was the undeniable scent of her car fresher, weed, and pussy. Bath and Body Works should take notes.

Starting with your fingers, you dipped into the warm wetness of her cunt and spread her slick, licking off what was left. You didn’t waste another second and let your tongue and lips latch onto her clit, making her moan lowly, leaving you to grumble one of your own. Testing the waters you paid attention to what made her moan and what didn’t, continuing to tease the idea of slipping in a finger or two to see how she would react. Every time your finger circled near her entrance she pushed closer to you and eventually let her fingers snaked into your hair. With you sucking on her clit, she welcomed your middle finger, and you enjoyed how she felt around you.

“Yes-!” She encouraged.

As you massaged her cunt, you marveled in the sounds that she made. You noticed she tried to put on a stoic front, but after you got in a second finger it seemed whatever face she was trying to put on dropped into something that was akin to a porn star. She seemed borderline primal and desperate, grinding down on your fingers and wanting you to get messy with your tongue.

“Faster babe..”

And when you obeyed, her head tilted back gloriously and she wasn’t afraid to let loose. She pushed into you as much as you pumped into her with your burning wrist and jaw. As much as your muscles were begging for relief and a break, your mind was taking snapshots of her manhandling your head and groaning with half-lidded eyes. Not to mention the sultry-ness of her voice:

“Just like that.”

“Right there babe.”

“Fuck - that feels good.”

If you could get those words on loop in your head forever you would. That - or the sensation of her beginning to tighten around your fingers and roll her hips harder onto your face.

She struggled to catch her breath and do you the decency of warning you: “Cumming, I’m cumming I’m cumming-!”

Her thighs squeezed on each side of your head and she took fistfuls of your hair. Her eyes squeezed closed, jaw dropping and a deeply satisfied, “Fuuuck,” rolling off her tongue. A new flavor of sweetness greeted your tastebuds and you caught yourself feverishly lapping at her like a fucking animal. And you would’ve until the sun came up, but Ellie began to whimper softly and squirm away from your advances.

So you let up, gently removing yourself from her and happily licking your fingers clean. She had one hand cradling the back of her head with her eyes closed, desperate to catch her breath. Under her breath she swore and ran her hands down her face to let herself know she was still human. Once your eyes met, you grew shy again, immediately taken aback by how sexily intimidating Ellie’s stare could be - even when she looked fucked out.

She took you gently by the jaw and led you toward her face to envelope you in a sloppy, wet kiss. You knew her goal was to taste herself, and you hoped she did, especially when she hummed as your tongues swirled. It was enough to have you pushing her back against the seats again…but you refrained. Pulling away from the kiss left you breathless.

Ellie looked into your eyes for a beat, “Wanna smoke?”

“With my lab partner? Sure.”

“Ouch.”

You both threw back on your pants and made your way into the front seats to spark up once more. How were you supposed to face her in class now?

Just ✨perfect✨

Ghost sketch dump

thinking about pro-hero!touya having a crush on you.

tw: fluff, mentions of body-related insecurities, touya is an idiot but also whipped for you💓💓

chubby!reader x dabi

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a company event at the aquarium isn’t touya’s first choice in saturday afternoon activities.

to be fair, he doesn’t think anything would feel great after a friday night full of tequila shots and techno music. he’s still hungover from last night, bass echoing in his ears from the deafening DJ set.

“what is this shit? the only fish i care about are the ones in my sushi,” keigo grumbles, sipping some pedialyte. he looks just as terrible as his best friend, purple half-moons under his eyes from his night of debauchery.

“we could make some here,” touya mutters. “you fly into the tanks and grab the fish. i cook them with my flames. bingo.”

“oh shit, good idea. bet it would taste delicious, there are some super rare creatures here-,”

“i heard that,” mirko snaps, thwacking him across the head. “we’re supposed to be the best pro-hero agency in the country. if you two morons do that, i’ll throw you to the sharks.”

“come on! it would be the most exciting thing that happened in here anyway.”

“this place blows,” touya scoffs. “who picked the aquarium anyway?”

suddenly, mirko’s eyes slide past touya; her eyes widen in alarm. touya uncaringly glances over his shoulder, wondering what mirko looks so worried about-

he double-takes.

you are standing behind him, looking utterly crestfallen. touya can do nothing but gape at you for what feels like an eternity.

because you look like an absolute dream, your face glowing and an emerald-green skater dress flowing over your curves. the sapphire light of the water reflects off your soft skin, turning you utterly ethereal.

“holy shit!” keigo grins, slinging an arm around your shoulders. touya has to fight the urge to shove him off you. “look at her! doesn’t she look gorgeous?”

“god, you’re so pretty,” mirko whistles. “you’re going to have to tell me where that dress is from.”

but you’re not looking at either of them. instead, your gaze is fixed on touya, face downcast.

“i’m sorry,” you murmur. “if i knew you didn’t like aquariums, i wouldn’t have picked this.”

and touya’s heart feels like it’s shattering to pieces. if it were anyone else, he would’ve laughed in their faces, sneered, yeah, you shouldn’t have.

but it’s you. shy, sweet, beautiful you. the girl he watches from the corner of his eye, while he’s surrounded by people as the life of the party.

“i didn’t mean it like that,” he utters.

but you don’t look reassured.

come on, you idiot, think. turn this around.

“since you picked this place, you’ll have to show me a good time,” touya drawls. you let out a yelp of surprise as his fingers dig into your plush skin, drag you away from keigo.

“what the hell?!” mirko calls behind you.

but touya doesn’t care, pulling you behind him until you’re in an exhibit called the tropics.

“let me go, you’re hurting me!” you exclaim.

“sorry,” touya’s hand flies off you like he’s been burned.

you resentfully stare up at him, rubbing your arm. families and couples and tour groups surround both of you, cheerfully bustling around the glass tanks and gasping at the exotic animals.

“can you just leave me alone?” you snap. “i know this isn’t the strip club, but i actually really love this place. i wanted to have a good day today.”

you march away, leaving touya stammering and speechless.

“give her a few minutes, son,” a kindly old man advises.

“i didn’t-,” touya winces, swallows down his annoyance. “yes, sir.”

your face lights up when you stare into the water, touya idly observes. it’s the same look you get on your face when you’re reading a novel in the breakroom, chewing your straw in anticipation as you turn the pages. touya thinks you’re breathtaking when you’re excited.

slowly, he steps over to you. gingerly takes a seat on your bench.

“they’re really pretty,” he quietly admits.

you don’t respond, but your smile fades a little.

“those are... crystal jellyfish, right?”

touya’s heart skips a beat- your’re grinning.

“crystal jellyfish make you itch. now these are box jellyfish. one sting and you’re screwed.”

“scary.” touya shakes his head. “i went to this bar opening once-,”

“oh, boy,” you roll your eyes.

“no, just listen. it was supposed to be jungle-themed- they had all these safari cocktails and tropical decor. but in the middle of the room was this pretty aquarium full of exotic jellyfish.”

you clap your hands to your mouth, dread washing over you. “no. don’t tell me-,”

“yup.” touya grimaces. “some drunk idiot stuck his hand right inside and tried to pet the jellyfish. i think he’s suing the bar right now.”

“that’s insane. people are idiots when they’re drunk.”

“that i agree.” touya props his head on his hand, cheekily smirking at you. “so what else in here can kill me?”

you excitedly grab his hand, eyes alight in mirth.

“let’s find out.”

at first, his hand starts against your palm; then it’s laced between your fingers; then it’s wrapped around your waist, pressing into your luscious curves as he gapes at a brilliant red-grey discus fish.

“now that would make some delicious food,” he teases.

“shut up, idiot.”

“what? you’re saying you wouldn’t eat it?” touya playfully pokes your side, causing you to shriek with laughter. “are you really saying no to high-quality, gourmet sushi?”

“it’s not the fish i’m worried about, it’s my stomach. i don’t trust your cooking at all.”

there’s a devilish grin on his face as he looks down at you. “yeah? i’ll prove you wrong. how do you like your eggs made in the morning?”

you roll your eyes, gagging. “oh, is that how you pick up girls at the club?”

“it doesn’t just work on girls. watch.” touya cockily swaggers up to a tank full of darting grey minnows. “hey, there. what do you want for breakfast after i show you the best night of your life?”

“ew, stop it,” you giggle.

touya’s laughing, pointing at the fish and saying, “hey, i think they’re into it, you have some competition-,”

and then a horrified gasp echoes through the room. everyone’s heads jerk around in alarm, finding the cause of the commotion.

“villain!” a small boy screeches, pointing at touya’s scars. “mom, ‘s a villain!”

“rui,” his mother gasps, yanking him away. “i’m so sorry, sir- oh my goodness! dabi!”

touya’s not laughing anymore.

“rui, apologize. do you know who that is? that’s shouto’s brother!”

the boy’s jaw drops. “no way!”

“mhm. would your favorite hero be happy if he heard you being mean to his big brother?”

“i’m sorry, mr. dabi,” the boy goofily smiles.

“my deepest apologies,” his mother swallows, bowing deeply to touya. “i very much appreciate the work you do.”

“no worries,” touya utters. the good-natured humor is gone from his face, replaced with his usual mask of cool indifference.

your stomach’s twisting to pieces as you both leave the exhibit. it’s absolutely silent between you two; you could cut the tension with a knife.

“hey,” you whisper. “i’m sorry about that.”

“i don’t care. it happens all the time,” he drawls.

your melancholy intensifies.

this whole time, you pegged touya todoroki as nothing but a degenerate. a rich party boy whose powerful quirk carried him to adoration and success. he was the poster boy for hero culture: a handsome, cocky fire user who’d been so dedicated to growing stronger he’d nearly destroyed himself.

you hadn’t thought of all the consequences.

“come here,” you murmur, pulling him through the crowded halls. he’s frowning, calling, “hey, where are we going?” as he maneuver him through a door.

“what the- whoa.” touya stops dead in his tracks.

you’re in a pitch-black room covered with radiant bioluminescent light. electric-blue eels glide across the dark walls; candy-pink starfish glow against the glass of their tanks. it’s all so stunningly beautiful; and judging by the amazed look on touya’s face, you can tell he thinks so, too.

“this is my favorite place in the aquarium,” you whisper, holding his hands in yours. “i come here when i’m feeling down. on those days when i think i’m the most hideous thing in the world, and i want to curl up in a ball and hide.”

“but why?” touya questions. “you’re the most gorgeous girl i know. when have you ever felt that way?”

and it’s his small, quiet voice that gets you. because he isn’t saying this in a flirty way, or as a sleazy pick-up line. he genuinely believes you are the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

“i’ll let you feel something,” you murmur.

under the cover of the darkness, you are able to take his scarred fingers, move them up your dress to your hips. he slowly glides over your soft, raised stretch marks, hands trembling anxiously.

it’s so intimate; you’re cupping his rough cheeks in your palms, swallowing as he kneads the fat of your waist, the plush softness of your thighs.

your breath quickens along with his- gently, you rest your head against his arm, eyes fluttering shut as touya needily takes more.

“the first time i came here was after a doctor’s appointment,” you mumble. “it was just... awful. and stressful, and shitty, and i left feeling so bad about myself. i just wanted a place to be alone. surrounded by something i love.”

“i love this place,” touya breathes. he draws your hands out from under your dress, pulls you into a comforting embrace. “i might just have to take it from you.”

you let out a huff of amusement. “it can be our place. didn’t you ever learn to share?”

he smirks, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “not the important things.”

touya’s lips are rough, coarse, but his kiss is so soft. for a pro-hero with a reputation for being a troublemaker, he holds you like you’re made of glass, pretty and delicate and precious. like he’s scared to ruin you. his hands gently caress your hips as he holds you close, tongue sliding through your parted mouth.

“sorry,” he breathes after bumping his teeth against yours. “i’m nervous.”

you blink up at him in confusion. “nervous?”

“yeah. i, uh,” touya coughs. “may have had a crush on you for months.”

“what? but- wha- i’m not even your type!”

“how?”

“i don’t know.” you fidget with your foot, eyes downcast. “because you’re popular and stuff, and i’m... you know.”

“popular? you know everyone at the office loves you, right?” touya chuckles. “just because you’re not as loud as keigo and i doesn’t mean that people don’t like you. the reason sero, tamaki, and nejire started reading again is because they saw you freaking out over a book.”

“wait, what? what book? they saw that? that’s so embarrassing!”

“no, it’s cute.”

“i just-,” you swallow. “are you sure this isn’t some sort of joke?”

“hey, if you don’t like me, it’s fine,” touya laughs, but there’s something forced in his tone, something nervous and scared. “i’m not the greatest-looking guy. i won’t take it personally-,”

“no, you dummy! it’s because i feel like i’m one of those movies where the cool guy asks the nerdy girl out on a bet!”

“what? there are movies like that?”

“i-,” you blink up at him in shock. “have you never seen she’s all that?”

“that can be our first date, then.”

“touya.” your eyes are wide, anxious. like you can’t believe he’s standing in front of you right now, being so blatantly honest about his feelings. “are you sure?”

he gently presses his forehead against yours. “promise.”

for a moment, a tense silence hangs in the air. touya’s heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest.

and then your face splits into a bright smile.

“we can go watch some 90s romcoms, then.”

“dude, finally!” keigo exclaims, grinning when he sees his hand intertwined with yours. “it’s about time you asked her out.”

your jaw drops. “wait, you both knew?”

“he was so obvious about it,” mirko snorts. “he spent half the time in the office just staring at you.”

“and talking about you when he got drunk,” keigo adds, rolling his eyes.

“shut up,” touya growls, heat rising in his cheeks. “did you both even look at the animals? this place is fucking awesome-,”

“excuse me.”

touya turns. the old man from the tropics exhibit is standing behind him, accompanied by a few stray passerby.

“hey, your advice worked,” touya says, raising your locked hands.

“what?” you frown.

“we saw what happened in that exhibit,” the man smiles gently. “children can be cruel. but we all wanted you to know that you are an incredible man.”

“yeah, i was there when you blasted those villains in shinjuku!” a freckled teenager pipes up. “it made me want to go pro!”

“can i get your autograph?” a little girl pipes up.

an incredulous look flickers across touya’s face.

and then his lips spread into his handsome, rugged smile- the one that graces billboards and instagram fan accounts alike.

“oh, we’re definitely coming back here,” he murmurs to you.

“told you it was the best.”

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What if dilf orc has a young child, the bearer of his child unfortunately passed away. Then he sees you. A plump soft human, a bit softer than the usual orc parent, but in his eyes your tenderness would be perfect for his youngling.

He begins to court you immediately. Always brushing past you to subtly scent you, bringing his sweet baby with him to try and sway your choices. Of course the little orc toddler immediately makes your heart melt, the way they waddle over to you curiously, the orc child despite being extremely young was already up to your waist.

If you give into his courting? Be prepared for princess treatment. Being carried everywhere by him as the new parent of his child. Of course you’d naturally gain a lot of muscle from being with him, due to an orcs typical rugged lifestyle and the fact that your new adopted orc toddler likes to be carried and coddled! How could you say no to such a chubby cute face? You’ll be carrying them a lot, and orc babies are HEAVY so yeah, prepare to get swoll.

But to compensate I can definitely see your orc dilf spouse making sure you get more than enough food, after all you’re burning way too many calories carrying his youngling around, and plus he needs to keep you squishy for optimal cuddles.

DILF orc always brings you home gifts from fights or battles, mainly skulls of his enemies (how charming 🥰) or maybe a whole deer, already cut up and prepared for you to cook, he’s very doting.

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where pride meets love

synopsis: in a u.a. highschool reunion, your husband is up next in introducing his family.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: inspired by @call-memissbrightside

the gymnasium at u.a. is alive with activity, filled with faculty, students, and heroes from all walks of life.

katsuki’s standing near the back, holding your baby girl in his arms, her tiny hands clutching at the fabric of his hero uniform, her eyes wide as she takes in everything around her.

his expression is a mix of annoyance—because honestly, this whole “family introduction” thing is a bit much—and tenderness, which only those closest to him will ever notice.

you stand beside him, your hand resting on his arm, and for a split second, you catch a glimpse of something different in his usual scowl—something soft.

you’ve seen it before, but only in moments like this, when he’s looking at the little life in his arms or the family he’s built.

principal nezu steps forward with a polite clap of his paws.

“thank you all for coming! we’re glad to have so many wonderful alumni here today. if anyone with families would like to introduce them, now’s your chance.”

the crowd goes quiet, waiting for someone to step up. katsuki glares around, crossing his arms over his chest, but it’s obvious he’s trying to look disinterested in the attention he’s about to receive.

it doesn’t work, though. he feels all eyes on him, even before nezu directs them that way.

you give him a small smile, teasing him with a gentle nudge to his side. “you ready to show your family off?”

he scoffs but doesn’t pull away. instead, his gaze softens just a little when he looks down at your daughter, who smiles up at him with those same bright eyes you both adore so much.

his chest swells, and despite his usual gruffness, his pride is impossible to hide.

you feel it too—the silent understanding between the two of you, the knowledge that this moment, in front of everyone, is just another reflection of how far your life together has come.

with a sigh, katsuki straightens his back, shoulders broadening as he stands a little taller. “alright, fine. let’s get this over with,” he mutters under his breath. but then he clears his throat, lifting his chin just a bit.

he shifts his daughter against his shoulder, gently adjusting her so she’s more comfortable in his arms, and with a look at you that says, here we go, he raises his voice for everyone to hear.

“this—” he gestures to your baby, her tiny hands reaching for him in her usual, curious way—“this is my kickass baby.”

he flashes a rare smile down at her, the kind that could melt the hardest of hearts, before pulling you into him with his free arm, draping it over your shoulders.

“and this here,” he says, puffing his chest out slightly, “this is my kickass wife, y/n. the best damn woman in the world.”

you catch his eye, and for a brief moment, it feels like the whole room has faded away. there’s only the two of you, standing side by side, as he proudly introduces you to everyone in his own way.

a few of the students near the front start whispering to each other, smiles on their faces. kirishima, always the supportive friend, claps katsuki on the back, his grin wide.

"man, you really went all out with the family introduction, huh?" kirishima laughs, his voice loud enough for katsuki to hear.

katsuki looks over at him, narrowing his eyes, but there’s no malice in his gaze.

instead, it’s just the usual katsuki way of pretending to be annoyed. “shut it,” he growls, but his hand tightens around yours.

kirishima raises his hands in mock surrender, still chuckling. “I’m just saying, you’re looking like a proud family man.”

“damn right I am,” katsuki mutters, his gaze falling back on your daughter, who is now gripping his finger as she babbles in her own little way.

his eyes soften again, a rare, unguarded moment that no one else seems to notice, but you do.

you always do.

as the buzz in the room continues around them, katsuki’s gaze remains fixed on your daughter, his lips pulling into the smallest of smiles as he watches her reach for his hand.

she’s talking—if you can call it that—her baby words tumbling out like she’s already got something important to say.

you can hear the quiet adoration in katsuki’s voice when he responds to her, low and soft, “yeah, yeah, I hear ya, kid.”

you lean into his side, the warmth of his arm around your shoulders feeling like home. it’s one of those moments where everything feels right.

amid the chaos, in front of so many people, katsuki looks just like the dad you always knew he’d be—strong, protective, and completely head over heels for the tiny person in his arms.

the crowd slowly starts to disperse, some students moving towards the refreshment table, others chatting amongst themselves.

katsuki stays still, barely noticing the shift in the room. his eyes stay locked on your baby, a tiny, content smile playing at the edges of his lips.

“want me to take her?” you ask, nudging him gently with your elbow. “you look like you could use a break.”

katsuki looks down at your daughter, his arms tightening ever so slightly around her. she stares up at him, her big eyes soft and trusting, and for a brief second, it seems like time stands still.

then, just as quickly, he shakes his head, but the fondness in his gaze remains.

“nah,” he mutters gruffly. “she’s good here. I’m fine.”

you let out a small chuckle and settle against him, your hand resting gently on his arm as you watch your daughter settle down against his chest, a soft yawn escaping her lips.

katsuki pulls her a little closer, his other arm winding around you, bringing you both in.

the way his grip tightens around both of you, the way his hand moves just a little bit to the back of your neck, drawing you in closer.

you rest your cheek against his shoulder, and the sound of the crowd fades to the background.

kofi — navigation — masterlist

do not copy, translate, or plagarize

Imagine toji leaving the room after about 4 rounds and comes out with a full motorized scooter. “Y/n where the fuck did you hide my scooter, you know my legs are ancient artifacts these days.” @violxtbxbyy @kazushawty

I woke up in a new bugatti 👨🏽‍🦼💨💨💨💨

Some rather unlucky investments have landed you in a tad of debt. However, you have know of a way to get out of it that requires very little work on your part.

The "Pussy Portal" company are always hiring after all.

All you have to do is have a portal directly connected to your pussy that any paying customer can use at any time. What could go wrong?

Just realized u didn't actually say it had to be monsterfucking specifically but I made it that anyway lmao.

At least you thought it was going to be very little work on your part.

But now you're not so sure as you sit on the train ride home trying to act like there isn't a monster cock reaching deep in your cunt.

You curse yourself for not reading the terms and conditions of the contract properly. You thought they were just being hyperbolic when they said "Prime Pussy Anywhere, Anytime!" Surely they would have down times right?

No. There are no down times unless you call in a sick day of which you only have few. You shoulda known that pay was too good to be true.

At least whoever's using your portal seems to only be cockwarming themselves for the time being, although that could change at any moment. Every jerk of the train makes you tense up as you try and act as nonchalant as possible. The cock sits so snug and warm inside you, it twitches every time you tense around it.

On the customer app your portal is advertised as specifically "Human pussy" so you like imagining the kinds of monsters who would pick that out specifically. You haven't figured out what monster this one might be, it's rather thick and hot with a very generous amount of precum.

When you get to your stop the train jerks more than you expected and you have to subtly cover your mouth and grab the railing to avoid making a sound. Your customer definitely felt you clench down in panic as their cock jumps in excitement.

They start grinding down slowly on the portal, their cock thrusting shallowly. You speed walk straight for the train station bathrooms and lock yourself inside a stall. Close call but you made it and just in time for their shallow thrusts to turn into full pumps into your slick pussy.

You lean your back on the wall of the stall as your cunt is now being thoroughly pounded by this stranger. You have to crouch to your knees as your orgasm builds up, rubbing your clit with one hand while the other covers your mouth.

Just as you're about to tip over the edge you feel something bigger at the base of the shaft bump against your pussy with each hard thrust. You gasp in realization but it's too late as the monster thrusts their knot past your entrance and you cum hard with a silent scream, spasming and shaking against the bathroom stall.

Their cum fills you to the brim, kept inside by their inflamed knot. They don't stop cumming for several minutes but when they do it takes you several more to compose yourself enough to step out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.

You make the slow and embarrassing walk home while the monster's knot sits snuggly inside your pussy, keeping all that warm cum inside you.

The knot inside you doesn't deflate fully until you're already home and making dinner. You have to grip the counter, shivering slightly as your customer pulls out and goes on with their day having been properly satisfied. The thought makes you feel a strange sense of pride. Just then your phone beeps with a notification from the Portal companies app.

The customer left a tip!

How nice! They also left a review on your page,

"10/10. Best stress relief. Would fuck again."

✨Heaven✨

this but with simon. y’all know i love this video

“bet i can make this pretty pussy squirt huh?” simon looked down at you with malevolent eyes. you’re breathing hard and heavy as you strain your neck to look past your chubby tum and watch simon’s assault on your puffy clit.

“nghh!” you’re crying out as his movements against your cunt continues its speed. you began to feel this odd pressure bubble up in your lower region. “s-si—si, si—i have to-i have to pee!” your voice hurries in a high tone as simon stares down between your legs with dark concentrated eyes.

your man chuckles and ignores your cries with the most malevolent grin. unsurprisingly, he knew you weren’t gonna cum normally like you did. no, with the way your pretty cunt was fluttering around his thick fingers more than usual and how your spongy walls gripped his digits like a vice; simon knew exactly what was on the way. “no you dont, sweetheart. ‘s somethin’ else. let it out for daddy, yeah?”

you shake your head urgently, almost feeling as if this was torture, knowing you secretly loved behind held down by your man like this. but you couldn’t hold that burning feeling in your pussy anymore; you had to let go.

“please please, i’m gonna piss myse—“ your mouth falls open as little spurts of clear liquid erupt from your cunt, simon grinning and fastening his assault on your poor clit when the intensity of your orgasmic waterfall increases. you feel tears fall down your heated cheeks as simon’s practically knuckles deep between your legs, still earning that orgasm from you. “oh my g—fuckkk!”

“daddy got you,” he cooed, continuing to rub at your fat nub while you squirted all over him. “daddy got you, lovie. let it all out princess.”

“nghh daddyyy!” you cried out, feeling your breath taken away from you as you couldn’t stop squirting for the next thirty seconds. you don’t know how you had this much built up in you; but the longer simon’s thick digits were inserted into your pussy, the harder you came around him.

when he finally sensed you’d had enough for the night, simon removes his fingers from inside you, eliciting a heavy exhale from you. with a loving kiss to your clit, all puffy from overstimulation, simon places a final kiss on the inside of your thigh with a silent you did good baby in his gesture.

“such a pretty mess you made, mama.”

Reblog this if you'd let Kyojuro Rengoku shatter your pelvis.

My man love him some cuddles ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡

Price that instead of settling into your open arms as you lay on the sofa expectantly, waiting for him to join you for a cuddle session, he lowers himself, spreads your legs wider and just falls face down in between them. He hums to himself, groans as he settles, knowing damn well this position is bad for his back, stomach down and all, but his face burried in your clothed cunt, just resting, brought him a peace that was worth the back pain.

The first few times he did so, you were absolutely baffled to say the least, and so incredibly embarrassed. He'd shush you, grabbing your protesting hand that tried to swat him away and lead it to his hair. You're on scratching duty or something, followed by a Be a good girl and let me rest.

With his arms under your thighs and ass cheeks, curling to hug your legs, at times to play with your tummy, he'd lower one of your legs so he could properly watch the television, thumb caressing your stretch marks absent-mindedly.

His beard would scratch against your inner thighs, he'd rub his cheek on your cunt with no issue. He's just getting comfortable, angel, now less squirming, hmm?

Don't get me started with the amount of times he just fell asleep almost smoldering himself into your thighs, arms hugging you tight, face burried deep onto your essence. He'd snore, sigh happily, stretch, subconsciously bury his nose deeper to take a good breath in, a deep hum of appreciation, then go right back to snoring. Sometimes he'd grumble something too, a barked order, a frown, a shiver, telling you it was a full power-nap too, not just his usual "resting his eyes". In those moments, a light scratch on his scalp and he's back to being a snoring log again.

And when he wakes up and he's hungry? He has his favorite meal right there.