It Took Me Embarrassingly Long To Figure This Out, But It Turns Out Trying To Blow Off All Your Hobbies

POOL PARTY

As you all know. I work at an elementary school. And for Christmas, a bunch of kids got tamagotchis. Well. One girl fucking FORGOT her tamagotchi at school. And I saw it and was like oh fuck. So I took it home for the weekend and now am saddled with the responsibility of keeping it alive until Monday afternoon when I see her again.

tw: cheating accusation

“Are you fucking her?”

Katsuki stands. With a slow, deliberate movement, he places both hands on the table and leans forward, those vermilion eyes finding yours in an unblinking stare.

“You wanna repeat that?” his lip arches in disgust, “Because I’m pretty sure I misheard you.”

Your heart beat buzzes across your skin. Anxiety eats at you, but the anger and pain pushes you forward. “Are you fucking her?" 

Bakugo doesn’t move, but the vein on his jaw grows more defined as he grinds his teeth together. "Why would you ask me that?”

“You’re not saying no.”

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2023 language goals 💗:

I’m gonna be extremely realistic about my language goals because chemistry takes a huge amount of time in my life 🫣

🤍CHINESE ~

my main goal will be study HSK5 and do a huge review

Improve my speaking

improve my writing

do the HSK4 exam and if I can HSK5

🤍JAPANESE~

Finish N4 review (textbooks)

Start studying N3

improve my speaking & writing

pass N4 mock exams with a nearly perfect score

🤍KOREAN~

Reach and finish A2 level textbooks

improve my speaking & writing

maybe do the TOPIK 1 exam in October 2023

🤍SECRET LANGUAGE~

Improve my writing & speaking

learn as many words & phrases as possible

Finish A1 course & pass the course final exam

Start A2 course

i just saw the rb you posted from my gojo post and i want to say that i would give u my last chicken strip. pls omg 😭😭☹️☹️💕

and i you my darling…i would even save you two chicken strips 🥰❤️🫡

AND IT WAS SO GOOD and very much articulated my thoughts

Nothing just angry sex w/ Bakugou

Not even really angry sex, more like jealous sex cuz that got me- •/////•

GODD, YES. Gonna pass out, this idea is just ... yum. sorry if this isn't coherent/good, I wrote this with very little sleep

I imagine Bakugou is actually quite secure in his relationships, he knows you have eyes for no one but him so it doesn't bother him so much.

But what if this was before you guys got together?

He hadn't made his feelings clear to you, yet, and when he sees that sleazy guy from the floor below in the agency chatting you up at the coffee machine. It has his stomach twisting uncomfortably, his heart dropping to his stomach and he's actually jealous. Jealous of the way you smile at the guy so easily, laugh along with his jokes and he wonders why you're not like that with him.

Bakugou knows it probably looks sketchy when he's cornering you after hours of work, everyone but the security guard who works on the ground floor is gone. He could see the surprised look on your face when he manages to get you pressed against the corridor wall, both his hands pressed on the wall on either side of your head to really cage you in. Didn't even give you the chance to speak, all he could think about is the way you were smiling earlier.

His lips are on yours, and he fully expects you to slap him and push him away but you don't, which only confuses him more. You moan into the kiss and it's all the permission he needs to hoist you up to his height, keeping your back to the wall with your legs tightly around his waist. It escalates pretty quickly, his feelings spilling freely whilst yours finally bubble over the edge.

Bakugou would've never known you felt the same way about him, that you were pining for the grumpy boss. It has him full of excitement but that lingering caress of jealousy has him being a little more forceful in his kisses. It's as if he's trying to imprint himself on you, to make sure you never forget the way his lips feel on yours. Or how his hands fit perfectly on your thighs when he's finally laying you down across his desk in his office after having walked you there.

He wants you to know how expertly he can take care of you, so his hands move precisely yet his touch is still soft when he settles between your thighs finally. It's the only real calm before the storm, his lips murmuring praises against your cheek whilst he works you open for him on his fingers.

The sex itself does start out softer, he's still overwhelmed with the fact that he really has you underneath him finally. Your moans are sweeter than anything he's ever known, your hands soft against his shoulders when he hunches over you to lay delicate kisses along your neck, up along your jaw until he's next to your ear so you can hear the low groan leaving his lips when you squeeze around him.

That's until he again is hit with the remembrance of that fucking idiot at the coffee machine, he had almost forgotten about the incident until you smiled up at him and he's fucking into you a little harder, subconsciously squeezing his hands at your hips a little firmer to make sure you don't escape from his grasp. Manhandling you into a different position, has you bent over his desk on your tiptoes and a hand splayed across your lower back. His eyes locked onto the place where the two of you are joined, and it has him nearly snarling like some wild dog.

"Hah, knew you wanted me, sweetheart." He comments, a pretty moan leaving his mouth when you flutter around him at the sound of his voice. "I knew you'd never go for that fucker from accounting."

You can't even really reply or think of just what the fuck he might mean when he's pushing his hips forward more, towering over you to really push his cock deeper into you at an angle that has you moaning sloppily against the mahogany desk. "Oh," you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head when his hand joins in between your thighs to pinch and swirl against your clit. "Oh fuck, 'm gonna—"

Bakugou fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until you're writhing beneath him. Your hips bucking back into him and he has to use both his hands on your waist to keep you pinned beneath him whilst he drives his cock into you until he's spilling deep inside of you. He knows he shouldn't have, but it was like some primal desire. A carnal need to mark you as his, and what better way than filling that pretty pussy with his cum?

No man will ever make you feel that full again.

BAM: Empty Beds

in which king gojo satoru returns from a diplomatic mission to find his bed empty, and has qualms with it

gojo satoru x fem!reader

word count: 3k genre: kinda hurt/comfort but mostly fluff, royal au, childhood friends to lovers type: one-shot reader: fem (she/her pronouns, fem terms, fem clothing including dresses) warnings: gojo picks up the reader, the end is a little bit intense emotionally but not super bad the reader just has intimacy issues and gojo confronts her abt it

usurper!gojo tag || masterlist

“embrace me,” he orders, muffled against your throat. it’s sullen, demanding, and you make no move to comply.

your husband whines wordlessly at you—it’s that noise which calms the tumultuous unease within you, an assurance that whatever mood he’d been in is quickly passing (or that your touch is so important he’ll cast aside any other thoughts in favor of pleading with you). he kisses up your throat, along your jaw, only to nose against your cheek like some affectionate cat. when he speaks it’s a beg; beseeching. “embrace me, wife.”

“talk to me, husband,” you retort. “your sulking is bad for my health. i was terrified.”

against your skin, his lips quirk into a teasing smile. “you’re adorable when you’re terrified.”

Someone has slipped into your room.

You’re asleep. You have been for hours, yet Satoru’s borderline paranoid insistence on you learning to defend yourself even while resting have led to a far less deep manner of slumber, and so you’re roused by the simple sound of the door opening and are made aware of this unwelcome visitor the moment they enter.

It’s all you can do to keep still, even out your breath. Your mind conjures thoughts of your guards slaughtered just beyond your door, your maids and your ladies-in-waiting massacred in your vast array of rooms meant to be a sanctuary, your king returning home from his diplomatic trip east to find your own body not even in your shared bed but in the lonely one occupying the queen’s bedchamber, yours in name but so rarely used.

You hear the figure’s footsteps approach you; they sound large, imposing, though you dare not open your eyes until the ornate dagger beneath your pillow is in hand and the possible assassin close enough that it can do you any good.

Your fingers find the heavy hilt, wrap around it securely just as the mattress beneath you dips with the weight of the trespasser. The motions are ingrained in your body from weeks of practice with your husband; you lash out, knife against the intruder’s throat before they can realize you’re not asleep, aiming to slash at the throat—but then you pause, thankful that you’d opened your eyes to see the face of your attacker before you spilled their blood.

“Satoru?”

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more of ex husband gojo i beg

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

cw/ tw. modern au. their daughter is an oc, mild angst, pet names (ex. baby), more of Gojo fawning over his ex wife | wc. 600+

an. okay, this is just a blurb my sleepy brain conjured up <3

Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t understand that the moms at Mio’s soccer games talk whenever he decides to pull you into his lap—a few sideways glances cast your way at how cozy you both must look as you watch your daughter run across the field.

He doesn’t hear the things they talk about, like “aren’t they divorced?” and “I’ve never seen anyone divorced act like that.” Although maybe he’s heard every word and doesn’t give it the same amount of thought or care as you do. 

“Satoru,” you hiss, trying to move off his lap to no avail. “I have my own chair.”

“Shh,” he tells you, tugging you further against his chest. “You’re missing the game.”

“But everyone’s staring at us.”

“So? Let them stare.”

Just then, the crowd in the stands starts cheering, and you both watch Mio chase the ball down the field, her smaller frame ducking between the taller kids. 

“That’s my girl!” Gojo shouts over the other parents. 

And then Mio kicks the ball into—well.

The wrong goal.

“Maybe we should have let her join t-ball,” you whisper, though you both clap as your daughter jumps happily in the middle of the field.

You’re probably scrubbing the plate in your hands rougher than necessary, doing everything to stop from staring out into the yard where he’s mowing the lawn. But it’s difficult when his chest glistens with sweat from the early-summer heat and how those gray cotton shorts sit dangerously low on his hips— 

Ex-husband!Gojo who still does work around the house every Friday, and to your dismay, shirtless.

It's almost like it's a ploy to torture you...and it's working.

He looks towards the kitchen window, a crooked smile stretching across his lips when he catches you staring, and suddenly the suds in the sink seem ten times more interesting.

Ex-husband!Gojo who strolls into your room while you’re folding laundry. And he’s still shirtless, you realize, as he presses his front against your back.

Your resolve slips at how familiar it feels (to be held like this), and you swallow the whimper working its way up your throat. “Satoru…”

“You know, these little shorts were always my favorite,” he tells you, his fingers playing with the elastic waistband around your waist.

Breathless, you ask, “where’s Mio?”

“Watching Paw Patrol.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who works your shorts and underwear off your legs before pulling you to the edge of the bed. 

“Satoru, we—we can’t keep doing this—”

Your words trail off into a lilted moan when he slaps your clit with his leaky tip.

“Yeah? Go on, baby,” he tells you, slowly splitting you open on his cock. “Tell me more about why we can’t keep doing this.” 

And you can’t, not with how he’s filling you up in the way only he knows how. Not when he wraps his long fingers around your throat because you’re getting too loud, pinning you against the bed, every sound choking into nothing.

You wriggle underneath him, fingers clawing at the comforter and your back arching.

“That’s it,” he growls, leaning over you, teeth bared. “Take it.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who pushes the sticky rivulets of cum back inside you after he pulls out, muttering something that sounds like, “can’t waste it.” 

Ex-husband!Gojo who stays for dinner for the fourth time that week, and none of the reasons have been because Mio asked if he could. It’s more about the fact that you’ve enjoyed how whole your family feels again, that you can pretend for a moment this is what you do every night. 

That your wedding ring doesn’t sit in the back of your sock drawer, and his isn’t tucked away in his wallet—

“Daddy, you gonna lose,” Mio tells Gojo as Mario Kart appears on the screen.

“We’ll see,” he laughs, ruffling her hair until she’s giggling and swatting his hand away.

You lean back against the couch, watching them with a small smile, content.