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Imagine hating on me but i spend my free time maladaptive daydreaming about getting raw dogged by fictional men

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non con ish so like look away but

Trip sitter Katsuki who looooooves when you get a little too high cause you lean and slump against him. Insist you need to be in his lap with your back to his chest. You make things so easy for him, wearing a skirt and underwear that barely covers your pretty fat pussy. Fingers pressing against the fabric that dampens with each swirl of his digits. Until he's knuckle deep angling his fingers just right making your legs spread open nice and wide giving the rest of your friend group a show.

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Everyone thinks Inumaki Toge is that sweet, carefree boyfriend that’s almost impossible to rile up but you know better. Casting a coy look at him across the room when you’re out with friends or flashing a glimpse of panties or bra when you’re both busy with work that’s enough to have his pants tightening, and it’s only made worse by the fact anyone could’ve seen. Especially Yuuji who tries to avert his gaze, but cannot for the life of him hide the vibrant magenta that now paints his cheeks — and whilst Inumaki has never been a selfish man — he is when it comes to you.

He stalks towards you like prey, and there’s just something about the way his kind eyes shift to this intense smoulder that’s reserved just for you. A subtle possessive dominance when he wraps his palm around your neck in public to hint exactly what he’s going to do to you when you get home. Feeling the calloused pad of his thumb press into your pulse point as he feels your heart increase when he hovers his lips over yours and murmurs a soft “behave”.

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student!reader getting a PhD in religious studies, specifically studying demonology, who accidentally summons demon!sukuna while researching—unfortunately, you don't think you actually summoned anything, and end up dating him for about a year before you figure it out.

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there was something to be said about the fact older bf!simon made such a good house husband.

“i forgot my lunch :( ”

“forgot to make it or bring it?”

“both?”

“on my way”

because the next thing was your coworkers slowly raising their heads to the sound outside your office, a throaty rumbling of an engine right outside the doors.

not a car, motorcycle maybe? question affirmed when it revved twice.

they shot you confused looks when the sound made your ears prick up, a sweet smile on your face as you trotted out the front of the building.

behemoth of a man sat astride a motorcycle. his leathers added bulk but there was something about him that said he was big enough without them.

he watched you walk over as he raised the visor on his helmet, the black one with a ghostly image of a skull painted across it.

your coworkers pressed to the windows, trying their best to hide behind the curtains and potted plants but failing all the same.

the man pointed to his face as you got on tip toes to press a kiss to his nose through the balaclava he had under the helmet.

“don’t make it a late one, alright?”

“yessir”

as you gave him a haphazard salute, he reached behind to give you a pat on the backside before he stood to retrieve the brown paper bag he’d been carrying.

lunch in hand, you lean in to press a kiss to the visor he’d just lowered- right on top of the lipstick print that sat in the corner of it.

the print that looked a lot like your lips.

the helmet never leaves the back of you as you walk towards the office, your coworkers scrambling to not get caught staring.

you didn’t mind, just smiled as you reached into your lunch bag and retrieved a sandwich. the one that was cut perfectly into the shape of a heart.

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dabi sending you a mirror selfie with his house arrest bracelet in perfect view

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he’s the most dramatic ever

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feelin like simon is big bigggg on eye contact 🤷‍♀️

he’s into dem deep convos, peering into each others souls. your eyes spill away your thoughts, his headspace connecting one with yours as you mumble on about your day, all the while he’s admiring the speckles of color in your eyes, the way the meet his for pointed measures of time before they’re racing away nervously.

but he’s also into sum else.

his fingers cup round your throat, eyes waiting patiently to mate with yours. yet, you’re too lost in the way he presses himself deep within you the tip of his cock laying frenchies upon that sweet spot deep inside you.

he slides, forcing himself to the very absolute hilt within you. watching your lungs stutter up, your thighs twitch and tighten, muscles flexing round him while you’re squealing and gasping.

“look at me, baby,” he huffs, fingers tapping now impatiently at your cheek. he waits, waits as your lids flutter. he can see you regain focus, watch you blink trying to get rid of the blur of tears lining your waterline.

and he deadass drips within you when your eyes finally saunter up to his. the way they flicker, the way he can tell you’re losing yourself within him. he can see it all in the tears that drip down over your temples n disappear into your hairline.

“look so pretty, luvie,” he whispers into the still air, head dropping closer till the tip of his nose meets yours in a soft kiss. “cryin’ all cute on my cock, huh?”

his words are the last to pierce your senses when he’s pulling his hips back and fucking into you desperately. like he’s tryna pull every last bit of sense left within you, like he’s tryna get your body to snap all in one, all together within him.

he laughs against your lips when your head arches back, lips pressed wide ‘gainst yours till your suffocating within the oxygen he passes down your throat.

“keep’r eyes on me, be a good girl now, baby and you might get watchu want.”

okay i seen yall requests but i just felt freaky im sorry 🙏

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I need a guy to hump a pillow in front of me till he makes a mess for me

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gojo satoru lifts up his blindfold just so he can roll his eyes at you

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Don’t mind me— trying to get back into writing and having more delusional thoughts about Bakugou.

Going wedding dress shopping and Bakugou is gutted he can’t be there with you, even though he’s been reminded numerous times by his mother that it’s bad luck for him to see the bride in her dress before her wedding day.

“Didn’t your mum tell you not to call me today?” You grin when you recognise his caller ID.

“She would say that when she’s the one that gets to see you in every dress.” He replies, instantly hitting the button to change it to a video call, “I just wanted to see how you were gettin’ on, I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” You coo, “But it is bad luck.”

“It’s just a superstition,” He scoffs as you answer his FaceTime call inside the fitting room, smiling sheepishly at the assistant as you pan the phone up to ensure your fiance doesn’t get a glimpse of the dress, “How unlucky can I be if I’m marryin’ you anyway?”

“What if you see the dress and then decide not to marry me?” You tease, glancing at your reflection in the mirror as you look at yourself in the dress.

“Fuckin’ impossible,” Bakugou snorts, shaking his head as he frowns into the phone. Red eyes glaring from behind his Pro-Hero mask as he continues his patrol around the city, “You’re stuck with me for life now, woman.”

“I hope you’re still saying this when you see this dress—“ You tease, knowing that you’ll have to go out and show your wedding party soon. All of them probably sipping on their champagne and wondering why this dress is taking so long.

“This dress?” Bakugou’s ears perk up at the words, “Are you sayin’ that’s the dress, sweetheart?”

“Mmm maybe,” You tease back, interrupted by a knock at the door as Mitsuki’s voice sounds from the other side.

“Are you okay in there, darling?”

“I’m fine, Mitsuki.” You call back, “I’ll be out in a second.”

Turning your attention back to the phone you purse your lips into a pout to blow a kiss towards the screen, “I’m gonna show your mum now and then I’ll know.”

“Oh come on, baby. Don’t be a tease—” He groans, “Flash me. Just do it quick—”

“Katsuki!” You chastise, wide eyes now staring at the grinning fitting assistant, “Don’t say it like that— your mothers outside.”

“So? You’re gonna show her anyway.” A heat rises to your cheeks at the implication of his words, hoping that Mitsuki hasn’t heard as you move to hang up on him, “Come on baby, please. I need to see what I’m gonna fuck you in after the—”

“Katsuki!”

“Ain’t it better to work out the logistics now, sweetheart?”

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katsuki plays with your son's ears.

without thinking, really. it started when he was a newborn, and katsuki was unable to get over how soft your son's skin was—so squishy and tender and fresh, made of velvet—and it's followed the both of them all this way. whenever they're sitting together, either at the table or on the couch or with your little boy in his father's lap, you'll always see katsuki's hand come up to lightly fiddle with your son's little earlobe. tug on it, pass it back and forth between his thumb and his pointer.

you think it's an absent-minded comfort thing, for katsuki, like how he plays with the clasp of your necklace, sitting warm at the nape of your neck, or how he drums his fingers against your arm when he's waiting too long for something. how he keeps a hand on his chest when he's laying down, like he wants to feel his heartbeat beneath his skin, or how he rubs his hands on his pants even when they shouldn't be sweaty, just to be safe.

you notice your son doing it to himself when katsuki's out of the country, and then you notice him doing it to you, too.

just the same way—without thought, a little habit; after a bath, you're trying to wind down for bedtime by letting your son sit in your lap and lean back into your chest, his full little belly from dinner poking out under his pajama shirt. and then he rubs at his eyes and yawns and plays with his hair for a second, before reaching up to find your earlobe. to feel it softly between his fingers as he sighs, relaxed and sleepy.

(you'll remember to tell katsuki later, after you've tucked your little one in and are propping your phone up in the kitchen for a quick facetime chat. when the call finally connects, he almost immediately leans closer to the screen, to see you better, and you see his elbow prop up, his hand raise and the tendons of his wrists shifting as he fiddles with something you can't see—but something you know, anyway.)

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nanami has three cocktails at your family dinner and then starts whispering dirty, awful things in your ear

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tw: mention of incest role play, mention of fear kink, mention of cum inflation????, scummy gojo, also I have no idea how to word this????

gojo who gets paired up with you for a college project, and you’re fucking reeling for a few reasons. one being; he’s extremely attractive and damn near everyone on campus knows who he is. and also, you’re intimidated by his beauty and popularity, especially since you’re only known for giving out the answers when people ask nice enough in classes.

but he’s so…friendly, when you guys meet up to start on the project. he’s all smiles and helpful answers, bites at the people who come up to him and pretend you’re not even there. he listens to you with this dumb (cute) little look on his face, with his lips slightly parted and his brows raised and his white lashes peeking over the roundness of his glasses whenever he nods.

he’s kinder than you expected him to be. funnier, too, with his shitty jokes that you find yourself snorting at in the quiet library. and when you guys are finished with the project, he still keeps in touch. moves his seat to be next to you in class, texts you and asks you out to coffee, even invites you on a date after a few weeks.

and everything is perfect—until it’s not. until he beds you one day and it’s not as special or magical as you were anticipating it to be. he’s kinda…strange, in a sense, when he fucks you. oddly quiet, like he’s holding back, his hands just a little too tight, his eyes too focused on random parts of your body.

but you sleep with him again and again, until he starts becoming real comfortable with you. almost too comfortable, let’s how weird and strange and almost scummy he really is start to shine through, let the mask he’d be unknowingly wearing this entire time slip away.

“What if we were siblings?” Gojo asks you one night when he’s fucking your brains out. he’s gotten better over these few months, gotten looser and more comfortable. too fucking comfortable.

“Satoru, what in the ever loving fuck are you on about?” you ask him in a gasp as you reach a hand back to keep your head from hitting headboard. but he’s undeterred, his eyes wild and unseeing as he grips your hips tighter, thrusts becoming sloppier.

“No, I mean in a role play way.” He explains, as if that makes it sound any better. “You know? You’re my sweet lil sister taking big bro’s cock so I won’t tell mom and dad about you sneaking out.”

“You’re a sick fuck.” you tell him plainly, frustrated that your tone doesn’t carry the same bite because his nimble fingers started playing with you at the same time. “Fuckin’ weirdo.”

“Incest role play doesn’t turn you on?” he asks, cocking his head to the side like a confused puppy that you wanna kick in the chin. “Maybe, hmm,”

he pretends to be lost in thought, thrusts slowing down and you let out an irritated huff as you slump back onto the bed. but your back arches up when his hips pick up pace again, suddenly slamming into you as he looms over you. one hand cupping your cheek, the other returning in between your thighs as he grins madly.

“Maybe you’d like some fear play, yeah? How’s that sound?” Gojo bends over you until his nose skims yours, his pupils entirely too tiny, makes your breath hitch in your throat. “Me, chasing you around the campus with a big knife, scared that I’ll catch you. You know I would, right?”

he forces you to nod with his big hand cupping your cheeks, pouting your lips at him as you whimper. he kisses you, breathless, chuckling a little under his breath as he mutters something incomprehensible, his cock carving its way deep inside you.

“Maybe even cum inflation? That one’s not the realest thing out here, but I could figure out a way to make that work. You’d like that, right?” he sounds like he’s off the deep end, like every single twisted thought that’s been running through his mind these past few weeks have finally come to the forefront. started spilling out between you two like a cracked dam, like he’s been bottling this up ever since you met him.

you cum only a few seconds after his last inquiry, scared of the way his smile widens, as if your body told him an answer he’s already known.

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bkg seems so non-chalant but when you two are alone he's all in your space. laying on top of you full body weight, nose to nose, looking at all your teeth and grilling you washing your face. rubbing your eyes to see if you have anything left on them. just all in your space

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boys being boys