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Bottles, Balloons, and a Battle of Egos

pairing husband! Toji x Pregnant! female reader

synopsis: Toji Fushiguro and his pregnant wife host a baby shower filled with laughter, family, and sorcerer chaos until Gojo crashes the party with his usual antics, testing Toji's patience..

The late afternoon sun filtered through the white canopies set up in the backyard of the Fushiguro household. Strings of pastel-colored balloons swayed in the breeze, and a giant “Welcome Baby Fushiguro!” sign hung proudly above a table stacked with gifts. There were decorations everywhere��tiny shoes, rattles, and baby bottles, all themed in soft greens and yellows because neither you nor Toji wanted to know the baby's gender until they arrived.

You rubbed your swollen belly gently, smiling as you watched Tsumiki and Megumi run around the garden with Shiu Kong’s kids, all of them wearing party hats shaped like pacifiers. Tsumiki had helped pick the games, while Megumi had—begrudgingly—picked the cake (Vanilla, with a suspiciously violent amount of blue and pink sprinkles).

Toji had outdone himself, too. He was currently grilling under one of the gazebos, his signature smirk on full display, black t-shirt snug across his chest as he flipped skewers with casual ease. The man who once swore he’d never care about birthdays or parties had now coordinated a damn baby shower with surprising efficiency. You suspected Shiu’s wife had something to do with the color palette, though.

“Oi, babe,” Toji called across the yard, lifting his sunglasses just enough to look at you. “You sitting down? Don’t make me carry you again.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and waved him off, plopping down onto a plush lawn chair. “I’m fine! You’re the one who needs to sit down before you burn something!”

He grunted in mock annoyance, then grinned.

Shiu walked over, beer in hand, his usual smirk plastered across his face. “Man, you really traded in the assassin life for cupcakes and confetti.”

Toji rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me punch you in front of your kids.”

“Oh please,” Shiu snorted. “They’ve seen worse. Your son roundhouse kicked mine last week.”

“That’s Megumi’s way of saying hello.”

You giggled, then suddenly felt a shadow over you. You looked up—and of course, there he was.

“Y/N-chan,” came the sing-song voice you’d recognize anywhere.

Gojo Satoru.

He was wearing his usual blindfold, but you could feel the obnoxious grin practically radiating off him. His white hair stood out like a sore thumb among the muted pastel tones of the baby shower. He leaned down toward you, and you immediately knew he was up to no good.

“Hey there, mama. You’re glowing. And I don’t mean just the pregnancy glow—I mean like, goddess-level glow. Tell me, how’d a stone-faced grump like Toji land someone as divine as you?”

You laughed awkwardly. “Satoru…”

Across the yard, Toji paused mid-grill. His smirk vanished like a puff of smoke. Shiu, catching the sudden shift in mood, coughed into his fist.

“Oh boy. Here we go.”

Gojo continued, clearly loving the reaction. “You know, if things were different… maybe you and I could’ve ended up together, huh?”

You blinked. “Wha—”

“Don’t even,” came the growl from behind you.

Gojo raised his hands innocently, finally turning to face Toji, who had abandoned the grill completely and was stalking toward them, tongs in hand like a weapon.

“Relax, daddy-to-be,” Gojo teased. “I’m just congratulating the lady of the hour. You know—showering her with compliments at the baby shower.”

“I’ll shower you with my foot in your face,” Toji snapped, grabbing Gojo by the collar and yanking him down a few inches. “Back. Off.”

Gojo grinned wider. “So possessive. I like it.”

You placed a gentle hand on Toji’s arm, eyes warm but stern. “Toji. It’s fine. He’s just being annoying like always.”

Toji’s jaw ticked, but the feel of your fingers calmed him down slightly. He huffed and released Gojo with a final glare. “Stay away from her.”

“Noted,” Gojo said, still grinning like the smug menace he was.

Shiu wandered over with a second beer and handed it to Toji. “Here. You looked like you were about to commit a homicide in front of the bouncy castle.”

Toji took it without a word, popped the cap off with his thumb, and took a long swig.

The rest of the party carried on with far less drama, thankfully. There were games (including one where the adults had to guess baby food flavors blindfolded, which Shiu failed spectacularly). There was laughter and gifts and little Megumi sitting quietly beside you, one hand resting protectively on your belly while Tsumiki showed the baby photo album to Gojo’s confused but entertained students.

When it was time to cut the cake, Toji pulled you close, kissing your temple gently.

“I know I give Gojo a lot of crap,” he murmured. “But if he ever really tried anything, he wouldn’t live long enough to regret it.”

You smiled, snuggling into his side. “I know. But I also know he’s just poking at you to be annoying.”

“To be fair,” Shiu chimed in, mouth full of cake, “he’s got a point. Y/N’s way outta your league.”

Toji flicked a sprinkle at his forehead.

Later that night, after the kids were in bed and the guests were gone, you and Toji curled up on the couch, your belly pressed to his side. His hand rested over the swell, fingers stroking the skin with surprising gentleness.

“You know,” you whispered, “You were really sweet today. I think you’re actually excited.”

He kissed your shoulder. “Course I’m excited. This baby’s gonna have the strongest, scariest, most beautiful mom ever.”

You chuckled. “And the scariest dad.”

“Damn right.”

There was a pause.

“…But if Gojo ever flirts with you again, I’m putting a pacifier in his mouth and taping it shut.”

You burst out laughing, and somewhere down beneath your skin, the baby kicked.

AN: TYSM FOR 1K ON MY LAST TOJI POST THAT WAS UNEXPECTED!

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Ok wait I wasn’t expecting for my most recent toji post to get almost 1K notes… tysm this is a great achievement I love you all!

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"Double Stuffed"

Pairing: Husband!Toji x Pregnant! Reader

type of content: Nsfw- MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Prologue: Toji never thought he deserved peace. But then you came into his life. Now, in the quiet of the night, with your belly carrying his child, he felt something he'd never expected: home.

And for the first time, he was afraid to lose it.

warnings!: Soft dom Toji, possessiveness, praise kink, Daddy kink (if u squint), body worship, pregnancy kink, intamacy, oral (fem receiving implied), morning sex?.

photo made by yunonoai on twt! MINORS DNI!!

It was 4 a.m. when you stirred.

The house was silent—Megumi tucked in his bed down the hall, Tsumiki fast asleep on the fold-out in the guest room with her favorite bunny still clutched in her arms. Everything was still, wrapped in that deep early-morning hush that only existed before the sun rose.

Except Toji.

You felt him first. His body was warm behind you, chest pressed to your back, one hand already curved protectively over the swell of your belly. He’d barely moved, but you knew him well enough to feel the tension in his body—the weight of his stare, the way his breathing had changed.

"Did I wake you, sweetheart?" he murmured, voice low and rough against your neck. He kept his voice quiet, almost reverent, like he didn’t want to risk waking the kids.

You shook your head slowly, still half-asleep. "What time is it?"

"Little after four." His hand stroked over your belly, slow and steady. "Couldn’t sleep."

"You couldn’t sleep," you whispered, turning slightly into him, "or you just couldn’t keep your hands off me?"

You felt the rumble of a chuckle in his chest. "Can you blame me, mama? You look too damn good like this."

His hand slipped beneath the shirt you’d borrowed from him—his shirt—and found bare skin. He let his palm rest there, wide and warm against your stomach before trailing down, slow and deliberate. You could feel his cock already hard behind you, pressing against the soft curve of your ass.

"You feel so good, baby," he breathed, kissing the top of your shoulder. "So soft. So warm. My pretty wife, all full of me."

His fingers brushed the waistband of your sleep shorts before sliding underneath, easing between your legs and finding just how wet you already were. You gasped softly as he started to stroke you, slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world.

"Fuck, sweetheart… already dripping for me," he murmured. "You miss me that much?"

"Toji," you whispered, eyes fluttering shut, breath catching.

He moved behind you, pressing another kiss just beneath your ear. "Shhh. Don’t wake the kids, yeah? Gotta be real quiet for me."

The thrill of it—the darkness, the silence, the whole house asleep—made you even more sensitive. Your hips moved without thinking, grinding into his ghand, soft whimpers caught in your throat.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered. "Wanna taste you, baby. Gonna make you cum before the sun even thinks about rising."

You didn’t answer—just nodded, breathless and eager.

Toji helped you onto your back, nudging your legs open, dragging your shorts down slow so they didn’t make a sound. He knelt between your thighs, eyes roaming over your body like he didn’t know where to touch first.

He kissed the inside of your thigh before murmuring, "You look so fuckin’ pretty like this, mama. All round and glowing, and still this pussy’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever had."

Then he was on you—tongue licking through your folds with broad, warm strokes, fingers spreading you open as he sucked gently on your clit. He moved slow, like he had all morning to worship you, like the taste of you alone could sustain him.

Your hand slid into his hair, your breath shaky. Every moan came out soft and desperate, too scared to echo down the hall. When his fingers slipped inside and curled just right, your legs trembled around his shoulders.

"That’s it," he murmured, pulling back to press a kiss to your inner thigh. "Be good for me. Let me make you feel real nice."

You came hard, clenching around his fingers, your back arching off the bed. He didn’t stop until your body stopped shaking, until he knew he’d pulled every drop of pleasure from you.

Then he climbed back up, dragging his cock along your thigh as he kissed you, deep and possessive.

"You ready for me, mama?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Need you, Toji."

He pushed inside you slow, groaning into your neck as your body stretched to take him.

"Fuck," he grunted. "Still so tight, baby. Even with my kid in you. My perfect fuckin’ girl."

His pace was slow, deep, every thrust hitting that perfect spot as he kept one hand on your belly and the other tangled with yours. His forehead dropped to yours as he moved, eyes locked on yours, lips brushing together between kisses and quiet gasps.

"You’re everything to me," he murmured. "My wife. My girl. My whole damn world."

You clenched around him, and he gritted his teeth, hips stuttering. "Shit—gonna cum, baby. You want it? Want me to fill you up again, yeah?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Please, Toji…"

He groaned your name as he came, hips buried deep as he emptied into you, holding you like he’d never let go.

And when it was over, he didn’t move. He stayed there, bodies tangled, breath slowing, hand stroking your belly in lazy, tender circles.

Toji remained close, his body still pressed to yours as the night stretched on. The soft rise and fall of his chest against your back was the only sound that filled the room, his hand still resting gently on your belly, as if ensuring you were there, as if he could feel your heartbeat beneath his palm.

The house outside was still. The world, at least for now, wsas at peace.

Toji’s voice broke the silence, a murmur against your skin. “I don’t need much, baby. Just this.”

You shifted slightly, turning to meet his eyes, the weight of everything unspoken hanging between you two. He wasn’t a man for words, but in these moments, there was nothing more than the simple closeness he offered—more than what he’d ever known before.

“You’re mine now,” he said, his hand sliding over the curve of your belly, as if staking his claim not just on you, but on the little life growing inside of you. “And I’m not letting go.”

You smiled softly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “I know, Toji.”

And in that moment, it was as though the rest of the world faded away. The dangers, the shadows of his past, everything. It was just the two of you. The man who never thought he’d deserve a home and the woman who’d somehow given him one.

Toji kissed your forehead, his touch gentle, almost reverent. “I love you, mama.”

You closed your eyes, savoring the quiet, the warmth, the simple comfort of being together. For the first time in a long time, you both allowed yourselves to simply be. No expectations, no chaos. Just love. Just the two of you.

And you both knew—this was the life worth fighting for.

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i need an older man. thats it goodnight

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Safe In His Hands

Pairings!: Husband!Toji Fushiguro x Wife fem reader! (Your megumi's bio mom) . Synopsis:Y/N, heavily pregnant, goes to the mall with Toji and their kids, Megumi and Tsumiki. The crowds and her nearing due date overwhelm her, but Toji quickly steps in, making sure she’s comfortable. Back home, he pampers her with warmth and care, reminding her she’s always safe in his hands.

warnings: FLUFFFF,petnames,pregnancy,children..

The mall was buzzing with life, the hum of conversations blending with the distant beeps of registers and the excited chatter of kids. Y/N walked beside Toji, one hand resting on her swollen belly while the other held onto Tsumiki’s small fingers. Megumi trailed beside them, hands stuffed in his pockets, his usual little pout present as he took in the overwhelming surroundings.

"Mama, can we get ice cream after this?" Tsumiki asked, her bright eyes flickering between the store windows. "Please?"

Y/N smiled softly despite the dull ache in her back. "Of course, sweet girl. Just let me finish up some shopping first."

"Told ya she'd say yes," Toji smirked, ruffling Tsumiki’s hair before glancing at Y/N. "You doin’ okay, ma?" His voice dropped to a low murmur, concern evident as his hand found the small of her back, rubbing slow circles.

She let out a breath, nodding. "Just a little sore. And it's...a lot of people."

Toji frowned, eyes scanning the crowded mall. He knew she was close to her due date, and the last thing he wanted was for her to be stressed. "Let’s take a break, princess. Find somewhere to sit for a minute."

Before she could protest, a sharp cramp shot through her belly, making her gasp and clutch Toji’s arm. His body tensed instantly. "Hey, baby, breathe. I got you."

Megumi’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t panic. He just stepped closer, his small hand gripping her sleeve. "Are you okay?"

Tsumiki’s expression mirrored his, worry etched into her features. "Mommy?"

Y/N forced a reassuring smile, though the discomfort still lingered. "I'm okay, just need to sit for a second."

Toji wasted no time, leading her to the nearest bench. He helped her sit down carefully before crouching in front of her, his hands resting on her knees. "Deep breaths, ma."

She nodded, following his lead as she focused on inhaling and exhaling slowly. Toji’s thumb brushed over her knuckles, grounding her.

"If it’s too much, we can head home," he murmured, his sharp green eyes scanning her face. "Don’t gotta push yourself, mama."

Tsumiki and Megumi stood nearby, watching with quiet concern. Y/N reached out, pulling them both close. "I'm okay, really. Just a little overwhelmed."

Toji clicked his tongue, standing up and kissing her forehead. "Alright, change of plans. We’re gettin’ ice cream now, then we’re goin’ home so you can rest."

Megumi nodded. "That sounds smart."

Tsumiki giggled. "Kayy!"

Y/N sighed but couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at her lips. "You’re all too sweet."

Toji smirked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Nah, doll, you’re just lucky you got the best damn family lookin’ out for ya."

And as he helped her up, guiding her gently toward the ice cream shop, she couldn’t help but agree.

By the time they got home, Y/N was exhausted. The trip had taken more out of her than she wanted to admit. Toji, ever observant, wasted no time guiding her to the couch.

"Alright, feet up. I don’t wanna hear any complaints."

Y/N sighed but complied, sinking into the cushions as Toji grabbed a pillow and gently tucked it behind her lower back.

"Megumi, Tsumiki, go grab some blankets for mama," Toji called, already heading for the kitchen.

The kids scampered off while Toji got to work. Soon, the comforting aroma of tea filled the air, and within minutes, he was back by her side, pressing a warm cup into her hands.

"Drink, baby. Helps with that soreness."

She took a careful sip, letting the warmth soothe her from the inside out. "Thank you, baby."

Megumi and Tsumiki returned, draping the blankets over her as they snuggled up beside her. Toji, satisfied, sank onto the couch next to her, his large hand resting on her belly, rubbing slow, soothing circles.

"There, now just relax," he murmured. "I’ll run you a bath later, yeah? Maybe give you a massage after?"

Y/N hummed in appreciation, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You’re spoiling me."

Toji chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Damn right I am. You’re carryin’ my kid, takin’ care of our little gremlins. If anyone deserves it, it’s you."

She smiled, a wave of love washing over her. Despite all the chaos, all the exhaustion, she had everything she needed—her home, her husband, her kids.

And in that moment, she knew she wouldn’t trade it for the world...

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"You Should Stay In My Good Graces"

Pairing: Pro Hero! Deku, X Pro Hero! Fem Reader

Warnings!: Infedelity Mention, jealousy or possesiveness, Mild Nsfw Mentions, public humiliation,Unwanted flirting,Gossip, strong language, AND OH BOY TEA TEA TEA...

Synopsis:Att the annual Hero Gala, tensions rise as Y/N, a renowned pro hero and Izuku Midoriya’s fiancée finds herself at the center of Bakugo’s lingering affections. Once her ex-boyfriend—and the man who cheated on her—Bakugo’s flirtations become bolder, testing Izuku’s patience. But when Bakugo takes the stage and makes a speech that leaves the crowd buzzing with whispers, Y/N decides it’s time to set the record straight.

Being a pro hero meant always being in the spotlight. Every move you made, every decision, every relationship—it was all up for scrutiny. But tonight wasn’t about villains or missions. Tonight was the annual Hero Gala, a time to celebrate victories, raise money, and—unfortunatelly—tolerate the company of people you’d rather forget.

People like Katsuki Bakugo.

You hadn’t spoken to him much since the breakup. There was no reason to. After he was the one who ruined it—cheating on you with Uraraka of all people—there was nothing left to say. You had moved on, you had healed, and now? You were engaged to the Number One Hero himself—Izuku Midoriya.

It was everything you could have wanted. Izuku was kind, strong, reliable. He was good to you in ways Bakugo never was. Where Bakugo let his pride get in the way, Izuku put you first. Where Bakugo was reckless with your heart, Izuku treated it like something precious.

And yet, Bakugo still had to make things difficult.

It started out subtle. Lingering looks. Offhand comments. At first, you ignored it, brushing it off as him being his usual cocky self, but Izuku noticed. He always noticed. The way Bakugo’s gaze would drag over you, the way his lips would quirk up at the corners like he knew something no one else did.

At first, Izuku was patient. He held his tongue, pushed down the irritation, focused on you—until the night of the gala.

You felt stunning. Your outfit was sleek, elegant, hugging all the right places. Izuku stood tall beside you, looking devastatingly handsome in his fitted suit, his tie matching the color of your dress. His fingers laced with yours, grounding you, yours.

The venue was grand, glittering chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the hum of conversation filling the air. Heroes from all over mingled, sipped champagne, posed for photos. Everything was perfect. Until Bakugo showed up.

“Damn, Y/N,” he muttered as he brushed past you at the bar, eyes flickering down your body. “You sure you wanna be engaged to Deku? We both know who you used to scream for.”

Izuku stiffened beside you. His fingers twitched at his side.

You barely got the chance to react before he stepped in front of you, blocking Bakugo’s line of sight.

“Watch it, Kacchan,” Izuku warned, his voice low.

Bakugo smirked, slow and deliberate. “Relax, nerd. Just reminiscin’.” He took a sip of his drink, smug. “Not my fault you’re livin’ in my leftovers.”

You barely had time to grab Izuku’s hand before his fist curled at his side. “Come on, baby,” you murmured, squeezing his fingers. “Let it go. He’s not worth it.”

Izuku clenched his jaw but let you pull him away. For now.

The night dragged on, tension thick in the air. Izuku kept you close, a protective hand on your waist, his lips occasionally brushing your temple. He was trying, but you could tell—Bakugo was getting under his skin.

And he wasn’t stopping.

Every time you passed by, Bakugo’s gaze would linger. If Izuku turned his back, he’d lean in too close, muttering, “Still as soft as I remember.” When you reached for a drink, his fingers would brush yours, intentional, smug.

You tried to ignore it, to focus on Izuku, to enjoy your night. But it was impossible when every time you caught Bakugo’s stare, it was like he was challenging you. Challenging Izuku.

Then, the worst part of the night came.

Bakugo was called on stage for his speech.

You tried to tune it out. You wanted to.

But he made that impossible too.

He adjusted the mic, that arrogant smirk never leaving his face. “First off, thanks for the fancy-ass party,” he said, voice rough yet confident. The audience chuckled. “We’re all here to celebrate another year of saving dumbasses, but let’s be real—some of us had better years than others.”

His red eyes flickered straight to you.

Your stomach twisted.

Izuku’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Gotta say, some people in this room got real lucky,” Bakugo continued, voice smooth. “Some people found success, some people found love—” he chuckled, shaking his head “—and some people settled.”

A few murmurs spread through the room. Your blood ran cold.

Izuku’s fingers tightened around his champagne glass.

“Y/N, you look damn good tonight,” Bakugo continued, voice casual, almost playful. “Deku, you sure you can keep up with all that? ‘Cause I still remember how she used to—”

The microphone cut out.

Because Izuku had yanked the cord that was laying in the front of the stage where all the heroes sat.

The room fell silent.

Izuku set his glass down calmly, placed a hand on your back, and whispered, “Excuse me for a second, sweetheart.” Then he stepped onto the stage.

Bakugo raised a brow. “Oh? Gonna try and shut me up, nerd?”

Izuku took the mic from his hands and looked straight into the crowd. Straight at the cameras.

“Let me make something clear,” he started, his voice even, controlled. “Y/N is my fiancée. And I don’t take that lightly.” He glanced back at Bakugo, something dangerous behind his green eyes. “And I sure as hell don’t need to hear about what happened in the past from the guy who ruined his own shot with her.”

The room erupted. Some gasped, others chuckled. Bakugo stiffened.

Izuku didn’t stop.

“You had her, Kacchan,” he continued. “You lost her. And now, she’s with me. So, if you have anything else to say, make sure it’s something worth listening to.”

He handed the mic back to the stunned announcer and walked straight back to you.

The moment was explosive. The crowd muttered, whispers turning into full-blown gossip.

“Did he just—?”“Wait, did Bakugo cheat on her with Uraraka?”“Oh my god, I heard about that—”“No wonder she left him—”

You heard everything. And you were done.

Because then, the announcer called your name for your speech.

You walked onto the stage, izuku taking your hand and guiding you so you don't fall but every eye was on you. The room was still buzzing from Izuku’s moment, the crowd still muttering about Bakugo’s humiliation, but you weren’t done yet.

Taking a slow breath, you lifted the mic to your lips.

“At first, I planned on talking about the importance of teamwork tonight. About how being a pro hero isn’t just about strength—it’s about strategy, about trust, about knowing that someone has your back even in the worst situations.” You scanned the crowd, stopping briefly on Izuku, who stood near the front, his green eyes warm and unwavering.

You continued.

“We all chose this path because we wanted to make a difference. We wanted to be the ones standing between the innocent and the people who’d do them harm. And none of us could do that alone.”

There were nods from the audience. Some murmurs of agreement. You saw a few heroes straighten up, listening more intently.

“I’m grateful to be here tonight,” you said, voice steady. “I’m grateful to fight alongside some of the best heroes in the world. To be part of a generation that’s working toward a safer future. And most of all, I’m grateful for the people who have stood beside me, who have lifted me up when things got hard.”

Your fingers curled tighter around the mic.

“Because this job? It’s not easy.” Your voice was firm, unwavering. “There are days when we doubt ourselves. Days when the weight of what we do feels too heavy. When the only thing keeping us going is the people we surround ourselves with.”

You let your gaze drift—right back to Bakugo.

Some in the crowd noticed. The murmuring started again. You saw Bakugo’s shoulders tense, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

You smiled.

“But let me tell you something,” you said smoothly, tilting your head slightly. “The people you surround yourself with? They matter.”

Silence.

You stepped forward.

“You can be the strongest hero in the world, but if the people closest to you aren’t supporting you, if they’re bringing you down instead of lifting you up—then you’ll never be the hero you want to be.” Your voice sharpened. “And you sure as hell won’t be the kind of person anyone should want to stand beside.”

Bakugo’s jaw tightened.

You let the words sink in before continuing, a softer tone slipping into your voice.

“But I got lucky,” you said, your gaze drifting back to Izuku. His expression softened instantly, his lips parting slightly as he took in your words. “Because after making the mistake of trusting the wrong person, I found someone who showed me what it really means to be loved. Someone who doesn’t just fight beside me in battle but stands beside me in everything else. Someone who reminds me, every single day, why I love this job. Why I love my life.”

You smiled.

“And that someone… is Izuku Midoriya.”

The room erupted in applause. Cheers, murmurs, some gasps from the people who finally put the pieces together.

You turned back to Bakugo, your smile never faltering.

“So, Bakugo, I know you were feeling nostalgic earlier,” you said, voice smooth, almost teasing, “but the past doesn’t matter. What matters is now. And now?” You let out a small, breathy laugh. “I’m happier than I ever was with you.”

Another round of murmurs. Cameras flashing. A few knowing laughs rippling through the audience.

Bakugo didn’t move. He didn’t say a word. But his whole body was stiff, his face burning red—part anger, part humiliation.

You let the silence stretch before adding, voice silky smooth—

“Oh, and for the record?” You glanced at Izuku again, your eyes full of warmth. “Bakugo never made me scream like Izuku does.”

That? That broke the room.

People lost it.

A mixture of cheers, gasps, laughter—some heroes openly gaping at the sheer brutality of it. You saw Uraraka shrink into herself, her face pale, while Bakugo looked like he was about to punch a hole through the nearest wall.

And Izuku?

Izuku was already on his way to the stage.

Before you could even move, he was beside you, a hand sliding around your waist, his other gently taking the mic from your fingers. His grip was firm, possessive.

Then, without a word, he leaned in—and kissed you.

Right there, in front of everyone.

It wasn’t just any kiss. It was slow, deep, claiming. Like he wanted to make sure everyone—Bakugo especially—knew who you belonged to.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours for just a second. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “I love you.”

The crowd? Absolutely lost their minds.

And Bakugo?... well lets just say,

For the first time that night, he had nothing to say.

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No Time To Waste.

Sorcerer Gojo! x Fem reader NSFW! Warnings!: A Bit of NSFW, Implied unprotected sex.

The mission had gone smoothly—almost too smoothly. The enemy had been taken care of and now all that was left to do was wait for the others to regroup. It was supposed to be a quiet simple debrief but Gojo had already lost interest.

He leaned against the crumbling wall beside you his hands casually shoved in his pockets. But the way his eyes scanned you told a different story.

“You know sweetheart” he said his voice low with that usual playful arrogance “I was watching you fight back there.”

You turned your head to him arching an eyebrow. “And?”

He smirked his gaze darkening just a little. “And it was kinda hot. You’re so damn focused so serious… makes me want to see what you’d look like when you let go.”

Your pulse quickened but you kept your cool. “We’re on a mission Gojo. Focus.”

He stepped closer his body just inches from yours now. You could feel the heat of him as his breath brushed your ear. “I’m always focused but I can’t help the way you look when you move how you fight…” He paused his voice going deeper. “It turns me on.”

You tried to hold it together. “You’re always turned on Gojo. Focus on the mission.”

He chuckled darkly one hand sliding across your side fingers brushing down your arm. “Can’t help it baby” he murmured his touch lingering just enough to make you shiver. “You get under my skin and now I’m not sure I can wait.”

His eyes locked on yours something unreadable flickering in them. Before you could react he pushed you back against the cold stone wall his body pressing in close.

“Gojo—”

“Shh” His finger pressed to your lips silencing you as he stepped even closer his warmth enveloping you. “No one’s here yet. Just you and me.”

You couldn’t help the way your breath hitched as his thumb stroked your bottom lip. “What do you want Gojo?” you asked barely above a whisper trying to fight the tension building.

He smirked leaning in his mouth brushing your ear as his words made your stomach flip. “I want you. Right here. Right now.”

Your heart raced as his hand slid down your body fingers slipping under your waistband. You wanted to protest to say something about the mission but the way his touch sent electricity through you made it hard to think straight.

“Not now sweetheart. You’ve been teasing me all day.” His lips found your neck kissing you softly as he guided your hands to his chest forcing you to feel the tension in him.

His hands moved swiftly pushing your clothes aside just enough to expose your skin. You gasped when his fingers trailed down your side finally slipping beneath your waistband. He was rough deliberate and you bit your lip trying to hold back a moan.

“Don’t hold back” he whispered his voice thick with desire. “I want to hear everything you feel.”

Your breath caught but you couldn’t stop. You let out a soft whimper as his fingers brushed over you the sensation almost too much.

“Fuck baby… you’re so wet for me” Gojo groaned his grip tightening as he slipped inside slow at first. He wanted to savor it. The way you gasped the way your body melted under him.

You gripped his shoulders struggling to keep your balance as the pleasure coursed through you. “Gojo… we can’t… someone could—”

“Shut up” he growled his hand tangling in your hair pulling you into a rough kiss. He pushed deeper more urgently now as he took what he wanted.

The sound of your breathless gasps echoed in the empty building but Gojo didn’t care. His movements grew faster more intense as he filled you pulling sounds from you you didn’t know you could make.

He broke the kiss his forehead pressing against yours as he watched you eyes dark with lust. “You feel so damn good sweetheart… I can’t stop” he muttered his voice hoarse.

Your hands fumbled against his chest clutching him as you neared the edge. “I—I can’t—”

“I know baby” he growled his hips snapping harder making the pleasure almost unbearable. “Let go for me. I want to see you fall apart.”

And you did. The moment you did his name spilled from your lips in a soft cry and he followed close behind his grip tightening as he buried his face in your neck.

You both stayed like that for a moment breathing heavily trying to regain some composure. But you both knew this mission had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.

“Next time” Gojo whispered his voice playful again “we make sure to really take our time.”

You didn’t know if that was a promise or a threat. Either way you’d be sure to give him exactly what he wanted next time.

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One more?

Pairings:Toji x fem reader!, Reader and toji have 2 kids currently. Warnings!: Pure fluff mention of babies, i think thats all! lmk if i missed something.

The evening sun cast a golden glow through the windows as you stood in the kitchen, wiping your hands on a dish towel. The smell of dinner still lingered in the air. The soft murmur of cartoons played in the background where Megumi and Tsumiki sat on the floor, lazily watching from the couch. Toji came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Y’look real pretty like this, mama..” he muurmured, voice low and warm. You rolled your eyes with a small smile. “You always say that when you want something.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your neck. “Maybe.” Turning his attention to the kids, he called out, “Oi, brats, come here fer a second.” Megumi sighed, dragging his feet as he walked over. Tsumiki perked up and practically skipped to you both. “What’s up, Papa?” she asked sweetly. Toji smirked and crouched down to their level. “So, me an’ Mama been talkin’. What’d ya two think ‘bout havin’ another little sibling?” Megumi blinked. “Like… another one of her?” He pointed at Tsumiki. Tsumiki gasped. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Megumi shrugged. “You talk a lot.” “You’re just quiet.” You held back a laugh as Toji snorted. “Oi, oi, behave.” He ruffled Megumi’s hair before nodding toward you. “Mama wants to know if y’want a baby brother or sister.” Tsumiki’s face lit up. “A baby? Like… a real one? Can I dress them up?” Megumi crossed his arms. “Babies cry a lot.” “Yeah, well, so do you when y’lose a game,” Toji teased. Megumi glared at him. “I guess… as long as they don’t touch my stuff.” Toji grinned and stood up. “Sounds like a yes to me.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “And what if I wasn’t on board with this?” He smirked and leaned down, voice dropping as he murmured in your ear, “Then I’ll just have to convince ya later, Mama.” Your face heated as you swatted at his chest. “Toji.” Megumi sighed. “You two are worse than a baby.” Tsumiki giggled, already thinking about what kind of clothes she’d put on her new sibling.

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1000 Bits! Pairings: Streamer eren! x fem reader.

Prologue: Its been around 2 years since Eren started streaming, ever since then hes been gaining follower after follower and now he even gets paid every week for streaming, His chat cant help but notice how the usual angry and erratic eren softens up when you enter the room.

"Alright chat whats up!, what we playing tonight?!" Eren shouts to the chat as Jean and Connie can be heard the in the background on a discord call. Jeagerman20:"Play COD!" wearinghissweater: "Cod!" Kittyliver: "Minecraft! I love to watch you play it!" many different game suggestions popped up in the chat, thats when eren and Connie chose call of duty. A couple hours go by and some people in the chat start to ask where you are. "Wheres y/n??. uhh i think shes taking a bath.." he makes a quick glance to your shared bathroom as the door is closed with the light on. Jean and connie make perverted remarks towards Eren, "Sooooo getting some tonight or what??" Jean banters making connie snicker. "Shut the fuck up horse face!" eren yells into his Blue yeti mic (ifykyk) "awwww hes blushinggg" someone points out in his chat, suddenly you come out of the bath with a pink tanktop on and some shorts. Glancing at eren you go to the kitchen to make plates from the food you made earlier.

low iorn:"OH MY GYATTT FINE SHITTTTT" Bbc_master:"WHO DAT IN THE BACKKKKKKKKK??" the chat starts flooding with comments of seeing you in the background of his webcam, this makes Eren look back making a quick look at your ass in your shorts and he turns his head back towards his monitor biting his lip and smiling. Connie and Jean who are also watching his stream can see him smiling as they start chuckling. "Flank to your left Con" Eren points out in the game.

The next 7 minutes go by as your seen coming back into your shared bedroom walking towards his pc with two plates and 2 drinks, one for you and one for him except his food layout is perfect. "Hiii!!" you wave at his stream and set his plate down in front of him gently with his fav soda. "Hey, mama... Thank you baby." he says as he gives you a quick peck. "mhm!" you say smiling as you pull up a chair next to him as you both take a break and start eating. "What did she make for u dude?" Connie asks. Eren looks at me, "Oh! um mashed potatoes Asparagus and Steak." You say sweetly as you both continue eating "Damn ma, this shit good as fuc-" Eren gets cut off by you shushing him. "Jeager, language." You say sternly. "Sorry baby" Eren says, meanwhile the chat is going crazy about how gentle he is with you, the way his eyes relax when theyre on you. wearinghissweater: "Hes so gentle with her..." Bbc_master:"LMAO BROS BRICKEDDD" You snicker at some of the comments and look at eren and you smile knowing that this is where you want to spend the rest of your life.

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i want to make a sincere apology about my absence on tumblr as a whole, i have been busy focusing on myself and ive had no motivation for anything at all including making works for everyone, I do take accountability for this and i sincerely apologize, Im now starting to see more of an interest in this app my motivation is coming back a bit so BEAR WITHMEEE. <3

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Gon smells like 10 cans of bounce that ass golly bro. Ik this niggas armpit is STANKKKKK his and frigging Uvogin r on the same level of monkey nigga stank I am not racist I am black but golly nigga ok they both shower once in a pink moon and the use a quarter as a sponge and dawn dish soap as soap. Anyways my king Chrollo and Feitan stay CLEAN💜. Kurapika smells like cinnamon sticks. Hisoka smells like diddy tip cheese and butthole flakes🤢🤢🤢

#Dyanixoutfucklameassniggasfuckyobitch

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He was truly happy, just for a split second, his smile was genuine for the first time :(

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- 4AM Toji Fushiguro x Reader. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

tags: tooth rotting Fluff, the reader is Megumis birth Mother, Husband Dilf Toji.

4:32AM- Wailing, Just wailing.. is all you could hear within the walls of the Fushiguro household. But it's of course as expected because you have recently given birth to your baby boy. You get up out of bed leaving your husband in his designated spot, putting on your robe you go into Megumi's room. "Hey baby.. mamas here... shhhh..." You speak as softly as you can realizing that he continued to uncontrollably cry you know he's probably hungry. But alas you have no fresh milk pumped for him. "Toji..?" You whisper softly gently shaking him, "mm... Yeah.?" "Can you watch him while I pump?" Tojis eyebrows quirk at the question. "Yeah, I got it." He says slowly rising out of his tired state. You go downstairs and start to pump fresh milk for your newborn.

Toji walks into the room and he is blasted with the ear-bleeding cries of his son. "Shh.. it's alright kid... she's getting your milk right now buddy." Megumi seems to calm down just a little from hearing his father's drowsy voice. "That's it.. shhh..." He soothes him sitting in the rocking chair, as he sways back.. and forth. Toji closes his eyes as Megumi is still wailing, but the cries have gotten even more quiet. You suddenly come into the room with a bottle of freshly pumped milk ready for Megumi to enjoy. "there you go, buddy... Mama's back." Toji hands Megumi to you and he whispers, "I don't know how you do it." You scoff, "Well seems like you were doing a good job i noticed how he quieted down" "That's that daddy magic" You laugh and kiss Toji quickly as you start feeding Megumi his bottle. "Goodnight squirt." Toji kisses Megumi's forehead.

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