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he can infodump so deep inside me I'll have trivia running down my leg
Tails, I miss my husband
“FINISH IN HER”, or whatever Mortal Kombat says
aizawa is NOT a romantic man, but he makes many misguided attempts while trying to court you
carries your bags up the stairs (in silence), waters your plants (without telling you), compliments your outfit ("You're wearing pants. ")
tells you "if that man ever bothers you, I'll kill him" (talking about your boyfriend at the time????)
it will rain by bruno mars is so heartbroken gojo satoru
"i won't be able to see you for a while."
the tokyo streets slip past outside your window, but your eyes aren't quite following the scenery. you feel a little dizzy thanks to the wine satoru kept pouring over dinner—filling only your glass, as usual. it was a vintage you could never have dreamed you'd get the chance to taste only a few short months ago; a luxury so distant that you'd never once even thought about what it might be like to try. now it lingers on your tongue, stains your lips slightly, feels familiar in ways you still struggle to reckon with.
you tilt your face towards the man sitting beside you in the back of the car that's taking you home.
"a while?" you ask him curiously, though that's perhaps not the most important query.
satoru hums, smiling a little to himself as his fingers press against the pulse point on your wrist. he's been toying with your hand ever since you left the restaurant, but you've hardly paid it any notice.
satoru's touch used to be limited to the spectacle. his hands only reaching out for you when someone was there to witness it. at one time, satoru would have changed cars before his driver took you home. at one time, he would have dropped your hand the moment the door shut behind you. but he doesn't now.
you've grown strangely used to this, too.
I had a cosplayer come up to my table like this and it’s been on my mind ever since
If Gege knew the concept of "happiness".
wdym u don’t like missionary. we can kiss AND hold hands while fucking. do u even believe in love???
can i share a horny werewolf bakugou thought really quick
you always end up with your cheek pressed against the sheets.
no matter where it starts, or how slowly. there's something dug deep into that beastial side of his brain that's so terribly inclined for your attention, and the minute you're giving it, he's diving all in. like he's just waiting for it.
sometimes silently; on occasion, he'll follow you just about anywhere throughout the house, not making a peep, but lingering close enough that you can feel the heat of him seeping through your shirt. other times, he can't help but nudge the side of your head with his nose, maybe even nip your ear, even though your simply reading beside him on the couch or washing off veggies in the sink.
and you have to be careful, because the minute you run a hand across his shoulder the right way or reach up to idly fiddle with the ends of his soft ashen hair, he's on you.
crowding you into your space and smearing a messy kiss across the tender skin of your throat, hands big and wide and rough and coming up to cradle you everywhere, in all ways—the back of your head, the curve of your throat, the swell of your breast, the fat at your hips—as if he just has to. needing to be the one in charge, now that you've granted him the attention he wanted, refusing to let you slip away.
if he's not overtaken by his own lust, katsuki might even let you on your back for a while, panting against your naked skin and leaving tiny bites in his wake. and he'll snap his hips into yours with the kind of control any normal man might have and he'll kiss you until you're both swollen by it, a little messy with it, and he'll repress every shudder that threatens to turn him into something else whenever you gasp out his name.
but always, always—katsuki will fuck you from behind, eventually.
flip you over onto your stomach and hike your hips up into the air, spread your legs enough to accommodate him. you don't know if it's true—and later, when katsuki is a little more in his right mind and shy and embarrassed of his little heat, he won't explain himself—but it feels like he gets bigger, in some inhuman way; stretches longer, suddenly heavier as he wraps himself over your back, feels thicker and deeper inside your body than he did before.
he'll plant his hands beside your head, nuzzle into your cheek with a tortured sound from the pit of his chest, and rut into you like a fucking animal. and he doesn't stop when your knees start to shake or your hips threaten to fall flat to the bed; he'll only wrap an arm around your body to keep it close, to keep you from slipping away, and he'll carve himself inside of you until you're boneless and sure to be sore later.
always.
(later, after he's finally let you take a shower—with his own body soap—and given you something to wear—his own t-shirt that you're not entirely sure is totally clean—he'll wrap up with you on the couch and refuse to acknowledge that side of him.
katsuki will shake his head and pointedly not look at you, but his frown will be obvious, where he's pressed it into your hair. "exaggeratin'."
"no, i'm serious," you can't help but grin, which only makes him press his mouth—and nose—into you a little harder. "nothing wrong with it, you just get a little...wild, is all. kind of...like a do—"
but you don't get to say anymore, because he bites at your cheeks until you squeal.)
i have an izuku hc that he has a shirt that says, “breeding shirt.” he never wears it out of the house, but when you see that shirt, you know you won’t see peace for at least a week straight.
*starr reported dead*
okay but can you imagine HOW ADORABLE his lil grin would be? like he’s a big puppy who’s found his lil toy, all excited and whatnot. then he turns into a menace. he’s just so. 😔😵💫🫣😩
i feel like we talked about this before but izu would be so hesitant at first because he thinks its not a fair battle and you literally have to explain “yes i know…that’s the point. the whole overpowering me thing is what i’m going for.”
ah. he gets it. but he only says “okay, we’ll see about it.”
which you don’t mind because you really want him to want to be involved in primal play and enjoy it, not just do it because you want to. but i know he does hella research on his own time (before bed, on his breaks at work, notating in his tiny on the go notepad at meetings. nerd.) and then one day he just comes home, still in full uniform and he’s just like:
izu: how many seconds do you need
you: ……..for??????
izu: a head start? how many seconds would you like before i chase after you
no starr we have not talked about primal play with izu. maybe there’s been a little writing on it that i’m forgetting? i’m fine i’m totally normal rn.
but yeah that… that sounds about right.
SLDNSOS IM!:&:@3$/9 GOING CRAZY?
@hajunzi has stolen and plagiarized my original work for my playboy geto x reader series which was originally posted in 2022.
I don’t appreciate you stealing my work word for word and claiming it as your own, nor do I appreciate you lying by saying that it’s based on a true story of you and your ex boyfriend. It’s laughable, honestly and deeply sad that you would do this to another creator. I ask that you delete this piece as it is not your original work.
