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something i’ve kind of noticed with the surfacing of this whole “the best smut is a character study” kind of mindset is the pipeline to a borderline “when i write porn i do it intellectually unlike some of you SICKOS” type of mindset and i just wanted to remind you especially in our current political atmosphere that writing porn doesn’t have to be intellectual to have value. it can be just horny. thanks

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my only friend in this state is very adamantly flirting w me idk what to do :(

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tomura shigaraki english dub voice lines from my hero one’s justice 2.

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now playing…

fragile by laufey

↺ |◁ II ▷| ♡

tenko shimura x reader

“mist stop w all of the domestic bliss drabbles!” NO!!!!!! n e ways here’s post rehabilitation tenko :)

cw’s!!: gn! reader, bathing together (nonsexual), not canon compliant!! (he’s in rehab and staying w UR family :]), he is so emotionally constipated i luv him, andddd i think that’s it!! ^.^

wc: 673

“are you sure this is okay?” tenko’s voice is soft from his spot behind you. there’s a quiet sound of the lukewarm — not either of your preferences for temperature, but it was better for his skin — water sloshing when he shifted to hook his chin over your shoulder, his rough cheek lightly brushing against yours.

you know why he’s asking that, but you act oblivious. “it’s late, i’m sure my family doesn’t mind us hogging the bathroom while they’re asleep.” his arms unconsciously tighten around your middle.

“no, like-“ he lets out a small huff, cutting off his own words. it sounds like he’s about to drop the topic altogether just because he can’t find the right words, but he continues. you’re happy he’s learning to grow out of that habit.

“is this okay…? staying here, i mean.”

“tenko, my family really likes you.” he falters.

“i don’t understand how they could…”

“because i love you, so they love you too.”

his lips pull into a small frown at that.

“they can’t just ignore what i’ve done, they’d be stupid to do that.” there’s a lilt of irritation behind his words but you know better than to take it personally.

“they’re not ignoring what you’ve done. they trust you, tenko.” there’s always this annoying adoration in your voice whenever you say his new (old?) name that he has to stop himself from snapping back at. it’s not that he disliked it — not at all — but it just… didn’t make sense to him. it made him feel oblivious, like you were keeping a secret from him despite how vocal your praise always was.

you sigh softly when his brows furrow, your hand coming up to gently smooth out the familiar little wrinkle between them.

“they trust us.” you reiterate.

“well they shouldn’t.”

you raise a brow at that.

“why not?”

his lips pull into an unconscious little pout (a habit you didn’t dare bring to his attention even after all of these years. not out of fear of him getting angry — out of fear of him forcing the small vulnerability away).

“because obviously i’m still evil and you have some sort of weird stockholm syndrome that you refuse to acknowledge.” you have to bite back a laugh at his sudden petulance.

“no, baby, i don’t have any sort of stockholm syndrome.”

“see.” he grumbles, clearly convinced by his own astute observations.

you can’t fight the small snicker that leaves you at that, but you decide to humor him for a moment.

“alright, so i have stockholm syndrome. how exactly are you still evil?”

he thinks on your question for a second.

“i’m mean and antisocial and i dusted your brothers game controller the other day…” your smile grows.

“and i still hate heroes and i-” he continues for a moment only to stop when he sees the widening smile on your face. god, you’re so irritating…

“what?” he grits out, unable to hide the small flush on his face. he’d blame it on the steam from the lukewarm bath later.

“no, nothing.” his eyes narrow in suspicion.

“really, tenko, it’s nothing.” a small laugh laces your words when he continues glaring at you. he doesn’t say anything, expecting you to fold and tell him what’s on your mind with just a look (you would, of course. neither of you were known for having strong resolves against each other).

“it’s just…” you pause, contemplating how to word your thoughts.

“… you’re human, tenko. last time i checked there’s nothing evil about that.”

he pauses, considering your words for a long moment. he’s human. he has preferences and flaws and makes mistakes because he’s human — not because he’s evil. it’s common sense but it still takes him aback for some reason. how irritating.

he brings up his hand from under the water, pressing his wet palm to your cheek to push your face away from his flushed one.

“that’s a stupid thing to say.” is the only thing he says in response. you smile.

“i know.”

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am i sexting rn

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Me when I catch myself thinking "I wonder what it's like to be chosen by somebody" but then I remember my best friend chooses to be my best friend and my mutuals choose to follow me and the minimum wage employee chooses to give me sincere kindness that I remember years later because I was going through a hard time and it meant a lot

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In which the men are obsessed with your ass and the different ways they express it

Satoru smashes his face in between your cheeks at random times of the day. Around the corridor, when no one’s looking, he’ll shove you against the wall, kneel, and mumble, 'I'm home.' When questioned, he explains he likes everything about it – how warm you are there, how soft, and most importantly, how much you hate it. If he takes a long and loud inhale, it’s usually just to piss you off. Over time, however, it’s grown to be one of the very few things that calms him down. His stupid family can be overbearing, but if you’re there and arching your ass out for him, then all is well. 

Suguru gropes your ass in front of other people, always just out of sight, always with a pleasant smile and a nod, indicating he’s giving them his full attention. But little do they know, his fingers are digging deep into your flesh, even through jeans, staking his claim. He likes to remind you he’s always thinking about you, he likes the secrecy, the silent ‘fuck you’ to the ass-kissers he runs into, no pun intended. Maybe, just maybe, he also likes the way you get all breathy, all nervous, and skittish, half wanting to tell him off and half leaning into his touch. 

Choso bites. Something about your ass, with the recoil, the ripples, the tiger stripe-like marks, makes his mouth water. He can’t help but eye them from behind or when you’re innocently walking up the stairs. Even at night, half-asleep, he often wakes up with drool pooling on your bare flesh, teeth marks visible on your poor skin. Of course, he apologises, but he never stops. Definitely don’t ask him about the locked album on his phone. It totally doesn’t contain hundreds and hundreds of upskirt pictures. 

Toji slaps and smacks with no care in the world. He does it in the middle of the street, in front of his friends, as a hello, as a goodbye, as a ‘calm down,’ and even as an apology. There’s no shame or decorum in his actions. Especially not when other bastards let their eyes wander too long. He’ll slap your ass whilst staring them down. Might give it a peck too, if it was particularly hard. And he won’t ever admit this, but he also likes to lay a good one on you, just so he has a reason to rub apologetic circles on the warm skin. 

Kento pats your ass as a calming gesture. It helps you sleep. He might tap your ass to let you know he’s behind and needs to get by, or to show you he’s listening to your rants. Though it started as a means to soothe you, eventually, it grows to be a habit, a tic, a reflex. Often, he blinks and realises his hand had a mind of its own and had wandered over to a cheek without his knowing. You never seem to mind, thankfully. Actually, you seem to like it, especially when it means you have a reason to do it back to him, but harder and in more embarrassing situations.

Sukuna punishes with spanks that he makes you count. You think you can just run around his estate, doing as you please? Although he’s given you more liberties and privileges than anyone else has ever had, you should still know your place. No one talks back to him. No one mocks him. No one defies him. They’re lessons you learn, and you learn well, when he has you bent over his lap, ass bare and marked up for everyone to see. It helps that it teaches his repulsive cockroach-like servants that, if he can make you squeal and cry and not bat an eye, he won’t hesitate to smite them where they stand.

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nanami loves your chubby cheeks. he adores them. practically worships them.

nanami, who tries to act composed and gentlemanly in public, but the moment you’re alone, his hands are immediately cupping your face like it’s something sacred. thumbs brushing over the apples of your cheeks with a soft, tender smile that makes your chest ache.

he’ll press little kisses there constantly—absentminded ones when you’re doing your skincare, teasing ones when he’s trying to fluster you, and slow, honeyed ones when he’s too overwhelmed by how much he loves you to say it out loud.

he absolutely baby-talks at them too.

“look at these perfect cheeks,” he murmurs, squishing them together gently until your lips pout. “made just for me to kiss, hm? can’t believe you let me touch something this precious.”

and when you pout? he can’t take it. his hands are on you instantly, cradling your face and muttering,

“what’s wrong, sweetheart? don’t frown, you’ll give me a heart attack.”

he’s so obsessed it’s embarrassing. he’ll literally lay in bed beside you, reading a book with one hand, the other absentmindedly cupping your cheek like it keeps him grounded. when you ask him why he does it, he just says in that calm, deep voice:

“it’s comforting. soft. like you. i like being reminded that i’m allowed to have something gentle.”

(and yes, when he’s deep inside you, face flushed and voice ragged, he’ll lean down and kiss one cheek, then the other, whispering breathlessly, “so pretty. so perfect. all mine.”)

nanami is not immune to soft cheeks. he’d sell his soul to keep them safe and smiling.

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I need more chubby readers

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Your little 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚 belongs to me and you're gonna learn to do what I fucking tell you to do

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“don’t put words in my mouth”

“okay you’re right i’m sorry”

“see how am i supposed to instigate when that’s how u respond huh”

“i can start fighting back if you want. i just like to listen to you.”

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This sounds fun let me do it to u plzplzpzlzplzpzlzlzlzlzlzlzlzlzlzpzlzpzlpzlzpzlzplz

yes absolutely. mist craves the washcloth

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What is this bullshit misty pie now i cabt even stalk you properly??

NOOOOO MY YAOI 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

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Your son's long lost sister (she has so many adoptive siblings bcuz her mom just breastfeeds everyone and anyone she just like me fr)

OH MY GODDGDGSGDBD THEYRE LITERALLY TWINS I CANT BREATHE

him after da bath,,,,,,

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HELLOOO THE THEME!?!?!??!?!?! THE LETTER DOODLES ARE SO SO SO SO SO CUTE OMFG I CANR STOP LOOKING AT IT

HEHEHEHEHE TY EDEN IM SO PROUD OF IT <333

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IS THAT A NOTE FROM SUGURU IN THE CORNSR??? 10/10. no notes

AND UES OMG UR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO SCREAM ABT RHE NOTES. okok so. its literally just my current fav selfships LMAOAO

the dark teal/blue on the left is shigaraki, the dark green is toji, the purple is sugu (obvsss), the black is aizawa, n then allll the way on the right is satoru. obviously heheheheheh

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ouuuuu this theme is so cutee. very accurate too, you absolutely are very dreamy :>

naeeee stawp itttttt