butterflies.

✿ genre: sfw, fluff. suggestiveness if you squint.

✿ wc: 2,503 words

✿ tags: boyfriend!gojo, satoru gojo x fem!oc, adopted kiddos!megumi&tsumiki make a tiny appearance. established relationship.

✿ synopsis: satoru's favorite thing is to embarrass you in front of his students, but little does his students know... he's madly in love with you even after all this time.

✿ a/n: the line in pink is inspired by a tweet i saw lol. i'm so happy you guys are asking for more of oc gojo girlfriend. it literally melts my heart. i'm experiencing some writer's block, but still somewhat managing to write a little here and there. thank you @mdnxghtjj for beta reading <3 also, the first years don't have names because they're not any of the first years that we know since this was before maki, yuta, panda, and toge's time. the vibe is speechless by dan + shay :3

every year since you graduated from jujutsu high and satoru became a teacher, you hated having to go into satoru’s classroom to give him literally anything. he always embarrassed you by trying to flirt with you in front of his first years.

you took a deep breath to collect yourself and opened the door to satoru’s classroom, your cheeks a bright crimson red.

his brand new students peered over at you. to them, you were the welcoming and insanely gorgeous administrative secretary at tokyo jujutsu high. to satoru, you were his beautiful girlfriend of 4 years and megumi and tsumiki fushiguro’s adopted mother whom he loved with all his heart.

“oh, hey, miss (l/n). to what do i owe the pleasure?” satoru grinned as he put the piece of chalk between his fingers down on the chalkboard ledge, dusting off his hands. the way his gaze followed you as you walked into his classroom gave you the first-day-of-school butterflies all over again. he loved to act like you weren’t a long-term couple in front of his new first years. his reason was that he liked to ‘keep the students guessing’.

“i’m handing out the invitations to the welcome banquet for the new school year. all the schools and the jujutsu society will be in attendance.”

“hmmm, i guess you’ll be attending too?” the sly teacher interrogated you.

you bit your tongue before saying anything snide, “yes, gojo… we both have to attend.”

“do you need a date?” satoru cunningly asked. you could feel his blue eyes staring at you from behind his blindfold.

little fluffy drabble before i get back to working on part 2 of ex bf kats! 🫶🏻

waking up in the middle of the night in an empty bed is the worst.

the commission is evil for putting katsuki on the night shift.

grabbing your phone and squinting at the harsh light that greets you, you pull up katsuki’s contact.

he answers quick, the second ring.

“hi, pretty.” he says sounding gruff and sweet, like he usually does when he’s tried.

you sigh but it sounds more like a whine.

you hear a laugh gush from your boyfriends lungs.

“what’s goin on with my girl? it’s late you should be sleeping.”

you inhale deeply through your mouth before exhaling fast so you can speak.

“that’s the thing, kats. can’t sleep.”

he laughs again and you frown.

“katsuki.” you groan.

you hear his laughter die off a little as tries to answer you.

“what?” he sputters.

“don’t be mean to me.” you frown, joking tone in your voice.

“yeah. yeah.” he responds, laughter finally calm.

you roll over to face his side of the bed. the side he’s supposed to be in. ready to kiss you to sleep.

“can’t you just come give me a kiss? i know you’re patrolling my neighborhood.” you say quietly, playing with a loose thread on his pillow case.

“i’m already here. open up before i get fired.” he says.

you gasp quietly, throwing the sheets off your body to grasp at the handles of your balcony door.

you watch him as he ends the call and opens his arms.

you jump into the spot you’ve molded into his body.

“so dramatic. i saw you three hours ago.” he says quietly, hiding his smile in your hair.

you pull back and his face returns neutral.

“you know you love it.” you say, pressing your lips to his.

he gently sets you down and you frown.

“you got your kiss. now i need to go keep my job.”

he pulls away from you, kissing the inside of your wrists before setting your arms by your sides.

“no. just a couple more.” you say, inching towards his lips and threading your arms around his waist.

he rolls his eyes but grabs your face tight with both hands.

he flutters his eyes closed and pulls your face towards his.

right before your lips touch he bonks your foreheads together and smushes your cheeks so your lips pop out.

“ughhhhhhh. katsukiiiiiiiiii.” you mumble, lips moving distorted as he grins at your pouted face.

“don’t pout at me.” he says, still grinning.

he stretches your face until your lips go thin and you grab his wrists in protest.

he smushes your face together again until your lips pout.

he lets out a dry laugh and gives you a quick peck.

“i said dont pout.” his grin is from ear to ear now.

he might as well be talking with a baby voice cause that’s how you feel you’re being treated.

“kats-.” you roll your eyes.

he pecks your pouted lips.

“katsuki.” he stretches your face out and pecks your thinned lips.

he cackles to himself.

“that’s not a very good kiss huh, can’t even pout your lips for me. so mean.” he faux frowns.

“kaaaaaatsssss.” you mumble as he positions your face to pout - then thin - then pout - then thin.

he finally returns to face to neutral and presses endless kisses to your lips and face.

“still can’t sleep?” he teases.

you roll your eyes and pull him by the collar until you can tuck your face into his neck.

“just need a hug before you leave.” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck while you stand on your tippy toes.

he returns your sigh with his own and shifts to grab you under the ass into his arms.

“like a little baby.” he teases you fondly, carrying you further into your room to place you on the bed.

“one sec, okay? ‘m coming back.” he says into your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling away.

you watch as he walks to the closet.

he grabs a hoodie of his and walks back over to you.

“just wore this one before patrol. arms up.” he says and you abide by his wishes, lifting your arms over your head.

he pulls your shirt off and smothers you in the cloth of his hoodie.

you snuggle into it, eyes already drooping.

he gently pushes you to lay down and gives you a final sweet kiss to your lips.

“i’ll see you in a couple hours, crybaby.” he says softly as he pulls away from you.

he watches your eyes close as he walks to your balcony.

watches you grab his pillow to snuggle with as he pulls the doors closed.

and finally takes one last look at you before heading back out to protect your neighborhood.

Miya Atsumu - university au, enemies(ish) to lovers. (angst, fluff)

total wc: tbd

part 1 - he interrupts your sleep for a silly bet, pervs at your bare legs, and gives you a concussion all in the span of 8 hours. talk about a meet ugly

part 2 - an unwilling friendship, one could say

part 3 - atsumu would be the first one to discover that you've never been kissed and never cuddled with a man. makes sense that he'd want to take all your firsts

part 4 - after missing Atsumu's big game and accidentally being late to his celebratory part, he has a surprise waiting for you. not the pleasant kind.

part 5 - you really try to give him a chance, but should've known that Atsumu's always been like this - careless with this words and brutish with his actions.

part 6 - Atsumu learns that some mistakes can't be taken back and some doors can't be pried open once they're shut.

“that’s not true, i can be mean,” you huff, crossing your arms as you stare up at him. “there’s nothing wrong with it, pretty. you’re too sweet to be mean. my sweet girl.” yuuta says, running his hands down your arms. you let out an exasperated sigh as he presses a kiss to your forehead. couldn’t be mean, what’s that even supposed to mean. while it is true yuuta was the more dominant one in the bedroom. there was no reason you couldn’t expand your horizons.

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“aww, what’s wrong, pretty,” you sneer down at him, “thought you said i couldn’t handle it.” yuuta’s hips snap into your own as you continue to move on top of him. “what? can’t talk? pussy’s too good you can’t even think- huh?” he lets out a string of curses at your words, hands gripping your hips. “b-baby, fuck- i, fuck. feels s’good.” he cries out. “yeah? yeah, can feel your pretty cock throbbing in me. gonna cum already?” you croon, hand moving to wrap around his throat. “can’t be mean,” you scoff, “if you wanted to be treated like a slut, pretty. all you had to do was ask.”

he cries out as you lean forward, hips thrusting down on him faster. his eyes roll back at the feeling of your free hand moving to his mouth, thumb running softly over his bottom lip. “go on, pretty. open up for me.” his mouth opens, loud cries filling the room as you spit into his mouth. “gonna make you cum in my pussy, have you fill me up,” you say. “please, fuck- yes, please baby. let me cum,” he whines. you move your hips up, riding the tip of his cock. “fuck,” he cries out, “fuck- please. pleasepleaseplease. let me cum.” you smirk down at him, hand tightening around his throat. “shhh, pretty. it’s okay, i’ll let you cum,” you whisper, “tell me who this cock belongs to first. who’s making you feel this good.”

“you! you, fuck. ‘s your cock, you’re making me feel so- fuck. s-so good,” he groans. the feral grin on your face spreads wider at his words, hips thrusting down onto him harshly. “go ahead then,” you say, “cum.”

Katsuki Bakugou decorates himself in you. He’s the kinda guy that wears your birthstone in his jewelry. In the one pierced ear he’s got. He’s got your name tattooed across his collarbone and has your favorite flower right next to the grenade and explosion on his sleeve. He begrudgingly picks out chapstick with the flavors that you like. Watches what makes you hum and dart the tip of your tongue onto your lips after you pull away. Picks out his signature cologne based on one of your first dates where you commented that he smelled nice. Hasn’t changed it since. He lets you put the dorky “My#1Hero” keychain onto his key ring bc it needs something different on it from mine! So I can tell them apart. Nvm that you never put your keys onto your hook. Makes him stupidly proud when he sees it in his palm as he unlocks his car. And lets you buy him the stupid sock hero merch from his friends lines and will wear them around the house and to the gym. Hidden underneath his sweatpants bc he can’t let his loser friends see him like that. Even lets you convince him to get wear your matching sweatshirts that say “Dynamight” and “dynamite” on them. So yeah, everyone knows the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight is whipped. It’s written all over his face. Although not literally, you talked him down from doing that last New Years!

Bakugo is literally the type of guy every girl wants; he'd act angry and mean towards other people, but he'd always have a soft spot for his lover.

Bakugo is the type to act tough and how he usually acts in the beginning of your relationship but as you get to know him more and the relationship makes progress, he'd slowly start showing you his soft side, he'd give you boutiques of flowers every once in a while, sending you sweet messages and kissing your hand, and just doing all those little stuff for you trying his best to make you happy and treat you well.

He would be affectionate in public but at the same time Not really because of his pride, he'd get really annoyed and blushes whenever people would tease him about it, but you wouldn't mind at all, it's so cute seeing him like that.

"Awww Bakugo didn't know you was such a lover boy" Kirishima giggled.

"Oi shut up shitty hair" while creating small explosions with his hand.

Bakugo would be very very protective and possessive of you, he'd always have his arm wrapped around your waist while in public so those extras can know that your his women and that you belong to him, He'd grab your ass and touch you, kiss you, pull you closer to him whenever he'd see someone checking you out, doing whatever he can to state the obvious that your all his. Hell he'd even fuck you, ruin you, split you apart and fill your cunt deep with all of his cum in front of them if he has to so they'll know what they're missing out on, and that it's all his. No one Elses.

Smoke and Mirrors(Bakugō Katsuki x Reader)

A/N, not important: Oh wow look, something I forgot to ever post(jk this was written b4 I had a tumblr). Uh, sorry about it, I just felt like y'all needed to suffer too. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: old writing, female hinted(sorry), reader puts on makeup, seriously I wrote this a long time ago, Bakugo being a jerk, rejected confession, badly written sad, not beta read, honestly I haven't read this since I last wrote it like 2ish years ago

Words: 1100

Summary: Yes or No may be the normal answers to a confession, but Bakugō can always find something worse to say.

Bakugou Katsuki’s job is literally to stand by you day and night. You promoted him to being your personal guard and now he follows you around the castle like a dog. Katsuki thought he would hate it. Thought he would have to do something to get himself fired. Something that would make you dislike him because everytime he was around you his skin definitely felt red hot and he had a slight nauseating sensation in his stomach. It’s only when steam started pouring out his ears with him clenching his teeth and palms that he was able to pinpoint that feeling. Oh yes that previous feeling was jealously and Katsuki Bakugou apparently didn’t hate you. Because he really felt jealous about this stupid suitor that was attempting to woo you. He liked you. He had a crush on the princess he was in charge of protecting with his life. Not that, that would change. But now he had a reason to get to know you more. To make the same impression that the other elite guards made with small talk that put you at ease during any shift changes.

BECOME THE BEST GUARD IN THE CASTLE: CHECK

MAKE SMALL TALK & GET IN GOOD GRACES WITH THE PRINCESS: IN PROGRESS

WOO THE PRINCESS: ??? So Katsuki really freaking struggled with small talk. Plus, I mean the guy knows practically everything about you. How is he supposed to make small talk if he can’t just ask the questions? Trick question he still can. In reality he doesn’t really have to. He’s supposed to be a rather stoic and sentient figurine that guards you. His first few attempts were meet with startled eyes and strange looks for the next few weeks. You’re known to be fairly cordial and friendly with the guards, but his reputation proceeded him. Big Scary Guard Dog Bakugou. That’s who you were told was your new guard. And that’s what you expected for the most part. A quiet guy who may or may not be a piece of eye candy following you around like a shadow. Oh boy, were you wrong. He was definitely a piece of eye candy. Actually he was the piece of eye candy that was apart of your elite protection group. A very silent man Bakugou. And after the first couple of weeks of him assigned as you personal guard your opinion on that changed. Bakugou grunts out a G’mornin’ and a G’night to you every day. Almost looks strained, but it’s pleasant nonetheless. And he’s incredibly observant too. You catch him in the hall to your corridors arguing with a servant about the bouquet of flowers she’s attempting to bring in to replace the last bouquet on your writing desk. “Shitty - ahem - her majesty prefers another variety of flower. Go back and procure some of the blue snowball looking ones.” After that you noticed that the vase continually held varieties of flowers that you’d complimented on in the royal gardens. And from then on your awkward guard/royalty relationship bloomed like a hillside. A cascading flurry of one beautiful thing after another. ——— When you’re cozied up in the quiet royal library to enjoy a good book you pause and peek over the top of the novel in your lap. Almost out of curiosity or disbelief that Bakugou is the one asking a question. He blinks out of genuine curiosity and you open your mouth and start to turn the book around so that he can see the words of the story you’re gesturing at. He gets you to go on and on that way. Nothing but a few affirmational vocals from him that he’s still listening. And he loves watching your expressions almost more than when you insist that he do something. Read his own book, after all it is a library. He dismisses it all. And yes your highness he can read and write just fine. This is just his job. Well not the secretly pinning over you while you read, but the watching part. And He learns that you actually know a lot more about kingdom politics than he previously gave you credit for. You’re smoothing over diplomatic matters with a carefully inked letter and secretly keeping promises about exports and materials your kingdom has pledged.

All while you sit and hum at your writing desk. The way you gently tease off your shoes with your toes at the heels when you’ve decided you’re going to be in for a long while. And Katsuki knows then that you’ll idly wave for him to sit instead of standing at his post the whole while. Except he starts to develop the nasty happen of staring and when you catch him looking he’ll chose between grumbling and turning away as his ears turn pink or blink unyielding and say “just doing my job, princess”

Katsuki likes the suave of the second one, but it really ends up being 50/50 with it. ————

But 100% of the time your strolls through the royal garden have him itching to take some armor off as the sunny warmth makes him sweat buckets underneath the layers of his uniform. Not to mention you walking this close already has his skin hot enough. The way you walk shoulder to shoulder just has him practically drooling at the thought of holding your hand. - Exhibits extreme self-control every stroll. Oh and when the fruit and vegetables are ready to be harvested you like to take teasing strolls into the royal orchards and gardens to taste the first ripe fruit of the season. Always curtesying as you point and ask him to grab a mandarin, or plum, or peach, or nectarine, or lemon, or apple, or whatever it is. And you’ve usually tried just before hand. On you tip-toes waggling your decorated fingers into the air. The sunlight bouncing off your jewels that adorn your skin and cascade daggers of rainbowed light upon your face. And it’s always just out of reach. A fresh shiny pout on your face when you turn and ask him to pluck one. And Katsuki usually just has to stand and put his arm up to grab one as you patiently wait and watch. But you’re admiring him just as much as he admired you. Staring up at his chiseled jawline. The wheaty stubble that decorates his face. You long to feel it prickle underneath your fingertips. Wonder how it would feel tickling the edges of your kiss when you finally set your mouth against his plush lips. You admire his impeccable physique. His staggering size as he barely stretches his shoulder to reach the fruit. And the way his golden tan glistens underneath the dappled light of the sun; glistens from the profuse sweat elicited from his layers and layers of chainmail and armor. All brushing over his adams apple before he gulps and turned to hand it to you. And Katsuki loves to hold it in his palm in the way that you have to pick it up. Feel your fingers gently prod and caress the skin of his palm as you turn the fruit over. Mulling over its quality before wordlessly holding it back out. He huffs and grabs the fruit as you take him to the stone wall. You sit and pull out a handkerchief from between your breasts if he’s not swift enough in supplying you with his. And Katsuki will grab his dagger and slice up the fruit, setting the pieces down onto the handkerchief before you plop one into your mouth. His hands will still and his eyes flick to your face watching as you chew and make a satisfied moan. The rest of your stroll will include these snack breaks. Taking “samples” as you call them of the seasons fruit. And the royal gardners have since decided to ignore the two figurines of their princess and the royal guardsmen sitting on the stone walls chattering and pressing handkerchiefs into sticky thieving fingers. ————

In the royal kitchens he accompanies you as you excitedly follow behind a kitchen maid who’s sent for you to do a testing of the new desserts the chef has been working on. Despite your official look of composure he knows that you’re excited by the little bounce in your hair from your steps. Katsuki always clunks down to the table when you beckon him to sit. Frantically patting the chair next to you after he’s been a right gentleman and pushed your chair in. You always think he looks rather scared with the way his carmine eyes dart around the empty dinning hall before the procession of maids and chef come out into the hall and display a plethora of desserts in front of you. They always wave you on with glee before retreating to the kitchen to finish the next batch. Your mouth practically waters as you pick up your fork and spear the perfect first bite. Only to turn to Katsuki with your other hand under the utensil holding it up to his plush pink lips which immediately turn into a defensive scowl. You’re always muttering something about your safety to “taste test for me? Make sure there’s nothing poisoned?” Except Katsuki’s never been sure that’s your real agenda here because you always gently spoon the first bite of your special taste testing into his mouth and if its something chocolate it always taste like Heaven despite it being a brand new recipe. (You’ve got the best chocolatier in the kingdom) and he always a little groan slip out. His face melting as he chews and swallows. (he’s going to be doing a lot more of that)

Before he nods muttering it’s safe. Not that your food would be poisoned because the staff and kingdom are all pretty loyal here and him and the elite guards are way to fricken scary to have on your tail. But he humors you anyway because technically that’s protecting and you’re right it’s in his job description. And then you, without changing forks, without doing anything else immediately set the fork he just used between your own lips and lick off the icing residue between your pink lips and hum before taking a real first bite yourself. And you do it all while maintaining perfect eye contact with him. And he can feel blood rushing to weird places all over his body. And it goes on like this for every single plate they offer. HAVE THE PRINCESS FLIRT WITH YOU: yes? maybe ?? At this rate he’s not sure why the kitchen staff haven’t mandated you with a royal poison taste tester with your insistence of him having a bite of every one of your plates. Seriously what are these people thinking! They’re thinking that there’s some real true love blooming in the castle and who are they to get in the way! Plus, it’s a good practice for any wedding cake samples they do in the future. Of course they won’t ever tell y’all whose wedding they’re preparing to cater. ———— While you delight in that. Katsuki delights in nothing more than your dance lessons. He likes to watch you glide, or try to, across the floor with every step. Definitely feels a weird blooming of secondhand pride when you practice a new step a few times and smooth it out with practice. Overall he finds it very peaceful and relaxing watching you laugh and groan and be belittled by this ancient teacher they have for you. Stands at the door tapping his toe in his boot to the beat. When this ancient woman that he just loves comes over and insists that he mustn’t “just stand there and look handsome. Make yourself useful she needs a partner” which always causes your head to swivel like a chicken as he detaches a few layers of pure metal off his body to make the dancing “easier and more realistic for her highness”

So now he gets to stand bare of any occluding armor and he can feel your e/c gaze washing over his body and the ripping muscles that he’s always had hidden under that armor. Adores the chance to hold you in his arms and practice doing the steps that you’re working on. And he’s attended enough of these things and the balls to be able to pick up on his part pretty quickly. Katsuki, not to toot his own horn because he would never, has to say he’s pretty darn good at dancing. Stupidly good for a royal guard which he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be clunky and clumsy, but as soon as the armor is off he’s as graceful as any one of the princes or dukes you’ve danced with ball after ball and gala after gala. He’s humongous. Practically a head taller than you and his shoulders are stupidly wide and it’s like you’re in a cocoon of just him. His stupid minty breath whenever he’s mumbling something snarky or whispering the counts just loud enough for your teacher to know he’s actually helping. The flopping bangs that fall into his face whenever he needs to look down and see what your feet are doing. Usually because you’ve accidentally skipped a step or done something that messes with his leading because how can you not! Except this only fuels Bakugou’s ego more because he’s never seen you mess up with any partner at any of these balls you attend. The logical part of his brain says it’s because this is your dance room and you’re practicing. But the other hopeful part of his heart says it’s because maybe you’re flustered. Maybe you feel something too. And you definitely do. The oddly warm, but searing heat of his hand on the small of your back makes you stand up. His shoulder and bicep and forearm all a fluttering mass of muscle that languidly stretches and twitches underneath your arm. His meaty and calloused hand that holds yours, which is incredibly clamy except you’re not sure if it’s you or him! And your annoying dance teacher who constantly whacks your limbs and buttocks whenever you do something wrong, which only makes your guards impeccable poker face quirk into a smirk before she starts the music again. And unfortunately the old crone has caught on. Because your lessons after having danced with Katsuki are immensely improved. And your performance at balls is flawless at best, so she’s going to keep asking the young rugged handsome guard of yours to keep stepping in as your partner for dancing because he seems to be the only one where you actually have to work for that composure. ————

✩ nanami, definition of husband material ✩

NANAMI x gn! reader || headcanons || ~300 words

a/n: i want nanami to love me so bad that it’s helping the patriarchy. also passenger princess is used in a gn way (i call EVERYONE my passenger princess)

I can’t sleep and all I can think about is katsuki and you making out, his hips rocking against yours. You can feel his erection through his pants. You hook your leg around his waist while the other one supports your body. His hand finding home around your throat and the other one around is gripping your thigh.

He loves the feeling in your throat pulsing, giving it a squeeze till the rough pads of his fingers are pulling down your shirt, twisting your nub before his hand is caressing your tit.

His lips are sucking on that sweet spot of your neck, biting softly then giving it a quick peck. Wonton moans slip passed your puffy lips. The feeling of his hard-on hitting your clothed clit had chills up your spine.

“Katsuki quit playing!” You pull at his hair, forcing him to look up at you. His vermilion eyes locking with yours. Eyes glistening with lust.

“Can’t fuck you here princess..” he was right, you didn’t exactly feel like getting fucked in a closet at U.A, even if this was your last year.

“Then stop turning me on!” You say harshly, no actual anger behind your words. Only frustration, sexual frustration.

He clicks his tongue, then his muscular arms pick you up. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctively. Pinning you against the door, his too, puffed up lips are back on yours. This time his hips snapping against your rough and fast. A groan erupting from his throat as his cock drags against you and the fabric of his pants. Pre-cum oozing from his tip. And he knew that he would have a wet spot right now, bleeding through his pants.

His hand covers your mouth while the other one is holding you up by your thigh. The feeling of your wet panties against his rock hard member had you going crazy.

Wanting- no needing him, head fuzzy with lust as you sang out, all your noise getting blocked his large hand. Eyes rolling to the back of your head with each thrust, with each suck from his lips on your neck.

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My insomnia is killing me but I had to get this little idea out. Sorry for not finishing it but if y’all want a part 2 I can write it when it’s not 12:40 in the morning! 🥹

Also not proof read so sorry abt that!

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1

Warnings: language, Katsuki is basically cold and mean here. Katsuki is 23 here and reader is 22

note: just be aware this series will end up being 18+ this chapter won’t be so much because it’s simply the first chapter! Your have been warned!!

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“Alright that patches things up! Now stay off of your foot this time!” You scold the knight as you stand from your seat. You had once again tended and patched up more than 20 soldiers from their last battle. Your kingdom had unfortunately been in the most of a battle between a neighboring kingdom to the south. Once their ruler had found the richness of the land and it’s properties he wanted it for his own. Now he would send invasions to weaken your kingdom until it was his for the taking.

Not only did you have strong warriors but you also had an amazing medical team. Your kingdom made sure to prioritize the education of medical procedures and techniques. You happened to be one of the top performing healers in the castle. In fact you were also the princess and heir to the thrown. You had shown much promise to your father and advisors. Typically wanting a male heir you showed much more potential and promise than any that came before you.

Sex Pollen

Paring: Husband Gojo x wife reader

Words: 4k

Warnings: NSFW (rough sex, blowjob, deepthroat, cum eating, marathon sex, dirty talk, size kink, breeding)

Summary: The curse you were fighting didn't attack, it just sprinkled pink pollen on you. It was irritating. You were hot when you got home. But you felt good. Your husband checked on you right away, wanting to take care of you. He was afraid you were hurt or sick. But you wanted him to fuck you. You had to convince him to do it.

@tohsri there's full version (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

happy mother’s day to my favourite parents🧎🏻‍♀️

cw: suggestive, reader and bakugou both got tattoos, swearing, all characters are aged up to 20

wc: 4.5K

series

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when bakugou opens his eyes after a deep slumber, it takes him a while to register his surroundings, but mainly the body laying next to him. first, he remembers what actually happened last night, mind still hazy from the whiskey and the bar's neon lights. the covers beside him move, to which he turns his head to look on his left side. the girl beside him has long black hair, she clearly wears extensions, fair skin and by the looks of it, she's naked underneath the duvet. bakugou looks down on himself, he isn't wearing any clothes either.

a grunt escaped his throat before he could stop it, one calloused hand runs through his ash blond hair and bakugou starts to feel the slight prodding of a headache, forming in his head. he isn't too sure if it's from the amount of alcohol he drank last night or from the girl beside him but either way, he couldn't wait for the day to be over. he gets up from his bed with one last sigh before making his way out of the bedroom dropping by the bathroom, brushing his teeth before stepping into his kitchen and picking up a clean set of joggers and boxers on his way from the laundry.

incendiary | 5 | bakugou x reader

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Fem Reader

length: 3.5k | 5th of 8 chapters

summary: When you accidentally go viral in defense of quirkless people, an extremist group puts a target on your back. Pro hero Dynamight is the last person you want watching it.

tags/warnings:  enemies to lovers, themes of discrimination (please see note in fic masterpost), canon typical violence, eventual smut, aged up characters

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Almost overnight, things began to change.

Bakugou had apparently decided that ignoring you was off the table now, and he was there the next morning when you awoke, audibly puttering around the kitchen, making his usual ruckus of kitchenware sounds. You listened to him work, slowly blinking awake, trying not to think too hard about the events of last night.

He came back into the living room only a few minutes later, bearing two plates of western-style breakfast, piled high with fluffy mounds of scrambled eggs and perfectly golden potatoes. He shoved a plate in front of you like he’d already sensed that you were awake, then retreated back to the kitchen. He returned with two mugs of hot coffee that smelled heavenly–almost certainly fair trade and freshly ground.

He put one in front of you, then dropped down to his place on the opposite side of the coffee table, watching you scrabble out of the blankets with something like a smirk pressing at the corner of his mouth, as if he knew his food was the fire under your feet.

“New rule, brat,” he pronounced as you finally freed yourself, flinging yourself down at the table and seizing your utensils.

You couldn’t bring yourself to stop now that you were already in motion, so you fit an entire forkful of potato in your mouth, then looked at him questioningly.

The smirk on his mouth deepened. “Your little stunt yesterday attracted every quirk supremacist in a twenty mile radius to this neighborhood, so you’re gonna have to keep away from the windows until they fuck off.”

You inhaled wrong around your potato, the steam catching in your lungs, and you coughed a little. “What? Quirk supremacists—here?”

Bakugou took a slow sip of his coffee, and you tried not to notice the way his bare bicep flexed as he brought the mug to his mouth. He really needed to invest in shirts with sleeves. “Your little cashier friend from the convenience store apparently leaked video onto YouTube already. The attack’s made a couple of the morning news shows.”

Your stomach churned, and you let your fork clatter back to your plate. “They’ve found us?”

Forgotten // Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: hurt/ no comfort

Word Count: 961

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It had felt like a lifetime since you were last able to have every bit of Katsuki’s attention. You knew it would be hard being the partner of a power hero so high on the rankings board, but you never expected it to be to the point where he would leave for patrol before you went to sleep and came home hours after you had gone to bed. When he got the rare days off he would spend the whole day consumed with phone calls from his manager or other staff on his team. It didn’t matter how much you begged and pleaded for him to pay attention to you. He would just shoot you a scowl and remind you that you had known what you were getting into when you had chosen to be with him. You reminded yourself all the time that you loved him and that you would get him back some day. He wouldn’t always be so busy. You just had to push through.

That was until today. He had promised you that he would be home by six. He was going to pick up some dessert on the way home for the two of you to enjoy after the dinner you had cooked to celebrate your fifth anniversary. Katsuki had never broken a promise to you. That was until today. 

Your eyes drifted over to the clock over the stove. It was almost midnight. The food you had spent hours cooking was already cold and no longer sent a delightful aroma through your dining room. You felt your eyes burn as you tried to choke down the sob that threatened to spill from your throat. You didn’t want to cry over this. Part of you wanted to scream at yourself for even giving him the benefit of the doubt. You inhaled a deep breath before blowing out the practically melted candles on the dining room table before walking into your room. 

Once into the room you kneeled at the end of the bed, fishing your arm under it to grab the suitcase you knew was stored under there. A frustrated sigh left your lips before you tossed the bag on to the bed and started throwing a few days worth of clothes in there. Silent tears fell down your cheeks as you continued to fill the suitcase up. The fuller it got the heavier your heart felt. You were so caught up in wallowing in self pity and packing that you hadn’t heard the front door open and the shuffle of Katsuki’s heavy footsteps down the hall.

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice boomed, making you jump. You still had your back to him as you listened to him stepping closer to you. His hand grabbed a hold of your elbow before spinning you gently to face him. His expression dropped once the two of you made eye contact. Your face was red and your eyes were puffy. It was clear to him that you were upset.

“You forgot,” you choked out, staring up at him. He appeared to be deep in thought, struggling to grasp what he had been so forgetful about. Once it hit him, his eyes widened in horror. 

“Babe, I am so sorry. This one is all on me,” he said guiltily, grabbing ahold of both your hands. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to rip them out his grasp before turning around and zipping up the suitcase. You pushed past him, dragging the luggage behind you. He let out a huff before snatching the bag out of your grasp. “I said I was sorry,” he repeated, making you stop.

“Sorry?” you spat bitterly back at him, “I have been put on the back burner in your life for months! I just wanted this one night, not even the whole day. Just a few hours of your night and I couldn’t even get that, Bakugou.” You were surprised that you were able to raise your voice at him. He seemed to be taken back about that as well. He bit his cheek, shifting uncomfortably as he let go of the handle of the luggage.

“You knew w-”

“Shut up! Don’t give me that bullshit to make it out like I am overreacting. Being a hero doesn’t give you the excuse to neglect me!” you wailed back not letting him finish the sentence you had heard over and over again since he became a hero.

“You’re gonna leave me for forgetting one anniversary?” he yelled back at you making you step back. You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him making your way to the door. “Don’t you fuckin’ walk away from me. We are not done talking.” He rushed in front of you, making you run flat into his chest.

“Let me leave,” you order, glaring into those cardinal colored eyes you used to melt into.

“We are talking this out.” His voice was stern, but much quieter than the last time he had spoken. 

“There is nothing to talk about, Katsuki. You showed me your priorities. Hell, you’ve even told me about them. I do not want to continue to be on the back burner.”

His shoulders began to slump and he could feel his eyes starting to burn with threatening tears. He was losing this fight and he was convinced you had made up your mind.

“This makes me feel like I am losing you,” he admitted weakly as you squeezed past him to the door.

“You already lost me a while ago,” you whispered back, not even turning to face him. With that you shut the door quietly, leaving Katsuki to just stare at the door, frozen from the pain ripping his heart apart.

to be present.

✿ genre: sfw, angsty as hell. i may or may not have made myself tear up writing this.

✿ wc: 4,622 words. it's a long one, so buckle up and grab a snack. maybe a tissue too.

✿ tags: boyfriend!gojo, satoru gojo x fem!reader but can be oc too, fushiguro kiddos make a small appearance, suguru geto, shoko ieri, and yaga-sensei make their debut.

✿ synopsis: suguru geto is banished from the jujutsu society, and you're left to pick up the broken pieces of satoru gojo's heart, but will you be enough?

✿ a/n: technically this is a oc fic, but i didn't list any of her features so maybe it can be x reader. lots of dialogue from the actual anime/manga. i tried to shorten the dialogue and add lots of emotion and descriptions. in the manga, gojo actually finds megumi and tsumiki after suguru leaves, but in this AU, we found the kids first. this is my first official angst fic!!! crazy. the vibe is the song ‘no good’ by dvsn lol. not proofread.

suguru geto was the balance to satoru gojo. the yin to his yang. they were vital to each other, mutually complementing each other, needing each other to coexist. there was the calm and rational suguru, and there was the bold and rash satoru. their bond so strong that together, they were known as the strongest.

when you joined the school less than a year ago, it was always 'sashisu'. satoru gojo, shoko ieri, and suguru geto were the three musketeers. they were inseparable. they welcomed you into their little trio with loving arms (it took awhile for satoru, but we're here now).

when you first met suguru, you thought he was the nicest human being you had ever met. you questioned how such a gentle and caring man could be bestfriends with someone like the insolent satoru gojo.

suguru had been acting strange a couple weeks after the incident with toji fushiguro. he looked tired, worn out. almost dissatisfied with how things were going. he questioned himself as if he was going to be left behind in terms of strength and growth as a sorcerer. satoru’s powers were increasing by the day, and if satoru was getting stronger, so were the curses that they had to exorcise. this was draining for suguru, absorbing curses wasn't the most appetizing thing, and it was tiresome to him.

the day that yaga-sensei had brought satoru into his office for a chat was the day you and shoko eavesdropped from outside his office to find out more information about your absent friend. suguru geto had gone missing after his mission in a small village outside of tokyo. the jujutsu society had sent their team to investigate.