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well yes..

Does anyone else get the ick when they're looking for a one-shot of their fave character and one of the content warnings is "non-con" or is it just me😭

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“I don’t trust these hoes”

- me referring to the government

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BLANK chuckled, immediately clocking onto his friend's motive." RELEASE MEEEEEEE

overusing the 'n or 's as slang ( sayin', talkin' fuckin' 'f me, come 'ere, )

"your clocking how i smell now?"

toji and "ma"

frat boy jjk chars

the babydaddy troupe

guys the use of aave and jjk characters HAS to stop, pleeeaasee!! you guys are so bad at it 😭🤞🏾

genuinely some things i've seen btw.

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overusing the 'n or 's as slang ( sayin', talkin' fuckin' 'f me, come 'ere, )

"your clocking how i smell now?"

toji and "ma"

frat boy jjk chars

the babydaddy troupe

guys the use of aave and jjk characters HAS to stop, pleeeaasee!! you guys are so bad at it 😭🤞🏾

genuinely some things i've seen btw.

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hey guys i see ur requests but it's a slow coming, classes have begun :(((((((

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Hear me out on Sub! Bakugou Having a degrading and Edging kink with a dom!fem(ifyawant)reader😍

(also I've been here a while and gonna be for while while so low-key maybe can i be 🦈anon(⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) )

hey 🦈 anon! i've never actually said this explicitly and i apologize for that but i don't write smut!

anything suggestive is fine however so if you'd like to request something similar in that nature for bakugo that's okay!

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synopsis ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ you and nanami talk about your firsts.

it’s quiet. the air is thick with warmth and tired laughter and the buzz of the tv you forgot to mute.

nanami’s sitting against the headboard, half-dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, glasses sliding down his nose. his arm is heavy around your waist, and your legs are tangled up in his. there’s a leftover mug of tea on the nightstand, long gone cold, and the faint scent of his cologne clings to your sheets.

you’re laying on your side, head resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. it’s slow. steady.

“hey,” you say quietly, fingers brushing over his ribs beneath his shirt. “can i ask you something?”

“mm?” he hums, eyes still trained lazily on the tv. “you can ask me anything, sweetheart.”

you love when he says that. like there’s nothing he wouldn’t give you.

“when was your first kiss?”

that gets his attention. he tilts his head down, one eyebrow raised. “my first kiss?”

“yeah,” you smile, poking at his chest. “don’t act like you’re surprised. you knew it was coming.”

he exhales slowly through his nose, like he’s trying not to laugh. “you do have a habit of catching me off guard.”

“that’s part of my charm.”

“it is.” he pauses, looks thoughtful for a second. “it was in secondary school. i was fifteen.”

you blink up at him. “oh?”

he shrugs. “i was… quiet. the girls thought i was boring.”

you make a scandalized noise and grab his face in both hands. “i would have kissed you. every day. multiple times.”

he rolls his eyes but smiles. “i believe that.”

“so? was it good?”

he huffs a quiet laugh, like he’s remembering something embarrassing. “not particularly. i was nervous. i didn’t know where to put my hands. and it was over in about four seconds.”

you giggle, dragging your fingers along his jaw. “i wish i could’ve seen teenage kento. awkward and flustered.”

“you still can,” he says dryly, “whenever you decide to make me do anything public.”

you snort. “true.”

he runs his fingers through your hair, slowly, gently. “what about you?”

you bury your face in his chest. “do i have to tell you?”

he kisses the top of your head. “only if you want to.”

you sigh, your voice muffled. “it was… stupid.”

“i doubt that.”

you pull back enough to look at him. “i was thirteen. i kissed a boy at summer camp. he told me afterward that he only did it because his friends dared him to.”

the crease between nanami’s brows deepens.

“i punched him,” you add quickly, “right in the stomach.”

his mouth quirks. “good.”

“yeah.” you grin, pride lingering through it. “i made him throw up.”

“very good.”

you both laugh softly. it fades into something gentle and close.

“but it made me feel like i wasn’t… kissable,” you admit, eyes flickering down. “like something was wrong with me.”

nanami is quiet for a beat, and then he leans in, presses a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.

“there’s nothing wrong with you,” he says softly, against your mouth. “you’re the most kissable person i’ve ever met. annoyingly so.”

you smile against him. “annoyingly?”

“i want to kiss you all the time. it’s distracting.”

you grin. “poor baby.”

he kisses you again—longer this time, sweeter. his hand cradles the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. when he pulls away, your lips are a little swollen, your cheeks warm.

you tuck yourself closer to him. “what about your first time?”

he pauses, breath catching slightly.

you lift your head. “too much?”

he shakes his head immediately. “no. no, just… you’re very good at asking questions that no one’s asked me before.”

you smile softly. “we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want—”

“i want to,” he says, and his voice is quiet but sure. “it’s easy with you.”

you wait, fingers playing gently with the fabric of his shirt.

“it was in university,” he says eventually. “i was nineteen. i wasn’t… ready, really. but i thought i should be. everyone else had already done it. there was a girl in my economics class who was interested. we didn’t know each other well. she was nice. i liked her.”

he pauses, his hand still petting your hair.

“we didn’t talk again after that night.”

you look up at him, eyebrows drawn. “was it bad?”

“no,” he says honestly. “just… empty. i think i felt lonelier afterward than i did before.”

you press your cheek to his chest again. “i get that.”

“what about you?” he asks quietly.

you smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “i was eighteen. it was with my boyfriend at the time. high school romance. we thought we were gonna get married or something.”

“what happened?”

“he cheated on me,” you say simply. “with someone else in our friend group. and then told everyone i was ‘bad in bed’ to cover his own guilty ass.”

nanami’s jaw tightens along with his hold around you.

“i don’t really care anymore,” you say. “but back then… it made me feel like i’d done something wrong. like i’d messed it all up. like i’d been too much or not enough or something.”

you don’t say anything for a few seconds, and neither does he. his hand strokes your hair slowly. grounding you. anchoring you.

“he was wrong,” nanami says finally, and his voice is so firm, so steady. “so wrong. about everything.”

you look up at him again.

“you’re kind. generous. thoughtful. funny. beautiful. and—”

you hold up a finger. “if you say ‘good in bed,’ i’m gonna roll off the bed and die.”

he smirks. “i was going to say incredible in every way.”

you melt instantly, throwing your arms around him and hiding your face in his neck. “you’re so embarrassing.”

“you asked.”

“yeah, but i didn’t think you’d be so nice about it.”

he squeezes your waist. “what, would you rather i said something cold and detached?”

“maybe just a little unhinged.” you grin. “like ‘i’d commit tax fraud for your pussy.’”

nanami stares at you.

“…what,” you laugh.

he shakes his head slowly. “you are the most ridiculous woman i’ve ever loved.”

your heart skips.

you look at him, eyes wide. “you love me?”

he blinks. like he hadn’t even realized he said it.

“i mean, i—”

“no, no, you said it,” you grin, practically climbing into his lap. “say it again.”

he groans softly. “you’re going to make it weird.”

“kento,” you say sweetly, kissing his cheek. “say it again.”

he exhales. “i love you.”

you press another kiss to his jaw. “again.”

“i love you,” he says, a little more breathless this time.

you kiss his lips. “again.”

“i love you,” he murmurs against your mouth.

you smile so wide your cheeks hurt. “i love you too.”

he pulls you in tighter, hands warm on your waist, forehead resting against yours.

“can i tell you something?” you whisper.

“always.”

“i think… my real first time was with you.”

he goes very still.

“not like, that first time,” you clarify, cheeks warm. “i just mean… you’re the first person i’ve ever felt really safe with. the first person who didn’t make me feel like i had to perform or shrink myself or pretend. you were the first one to make it feel like… like maybe i wasn’t broken.”

nanami wraps both arms around you and pulls you tight against his chest.

“you were never broken,” he says softly. “you’ve always been whole. they just didn’t know how to hold you.”

your eyes sting a little. you bury your face in his shoulder and whisper, “you make everything better.”

he kisses your temple, your cheek, your nose.

“so do you,” he says. “you make me feel like i deserve softness.”

you smile through the lump in your throat. “we’re such saps.”

“terrible,” he agrees, smiling.

you shift so you’re lying on top of him now, your nose brushing his, your body warm against his.

“what about our first kiss?” you ask softly.

his eyes soften. “that was the best one.”

“really?”

he nods. “you were babbling nervously the whole time, and then you tripped and fell into me, and kissed me right on the nose.”

you groan. “don’t remind me.”

“i think about it every day.”

you kiss him. properly, this time, like you mean it. like it’s the last one or the first one or maybe both.

you pull back, just enough to whisper, “can i give you another first?”

he exhales, his hands already sliding up your thighs. “you already have.”

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You thought Satoru would have seen the divorce coming.

Your marriage was arranged, the two of you didn't share much and by all means you didn't see him at all because of his work. You slept in different rooms and didn't give in to the pressure of your clans for an heir.

Satoru wasn't a bad husband. He was just a stranger.

But you didn't blame him for freezing up at the sight of the divorce papers.

Because honestly? For you, divorce was social suicide. Your clan would never forgive you. If it was that easy, you wouldn't have had to marry him in the first place.

"What does this mean?" he just came back from work, earlier than usual, still in his sorcerer uniform. He took of his blindfold, his blue eyes inspecting the paper. His white hair fell in his face making you want to brush it behind his ear.

God, you hated yourself for this.

Satoru looked at you with these eyes and for the first time you saw actual hurt in them. There was none when you stopped him on your wedding night, telling him you weren't ready for sex, none when you slept in a different room.

Because he knew what this divorce meant for you. Dishonor to your family. Most likely getting disowned.

"I want a divorce, Satoru."

He went quiet again. His eyes going back to the paper.

To be honest, you never thought of divorcing him when you were newly wed. Not just because of the consequences but also because Satoru was never bad to you. He was even really kind for someone forced into this.

But then you saw her.

It was a usual Clan meeting with several little and big sorcerer clans. She stood close to him, he seemed more comfortable than he was ever with you. You didn't even know her name. Didn't know anything about how he felt towards her. But you saw the way they looked at each other. How she giggled at his words.

You didn't think Satoru was cheating on you. And that was the thing. With you in the picture he would never be able to get with who he really wants.

You couldn't stand a life with a man who would slowly start to despise you because you ruined his life.

"Why?" his voice was small, hoarse. He didn't look at you, his eyes onnly focused on the papers, on the word 'divorce'.

"It's for the best." you stood up to make yourself a cup of tea.

"For the best?!" a strained laugh left his lips. "What do you mean?"

"Please, Satoru." you tried to calm him but you saw him shaking his head.

"Stop it, I can demand an explanation when you are practically saying you would rather be disowned than be married to me. Just tell me what I did!" his voice got louder, making your frame flinch.

"Why does it matter?" the picture of her was in your head. You didn't know why.

"Why does it matter? Are you serious?"

"Yes, why?" you paused, scoffing. "It's not like we married because of love."

He went quiet after that.

No, you did know why you thought of her. Because you were jealous. Jealous, that another girl got to talk to Satoru Gojo more than his wife. Jealous and insecure because you did want to know him.

"Why are you saying that?" his voice hoarse and suddenly much closer to you.

"It's true. You don't love me so why stay married?" you muttered as you stirred the hot water.

"Stop saying that." his head dropped on your shoulder. "Please."

You froze. The feeling of his head overwhelming you.

"I know it's hard for you, I've met your family b-but-" a sniffle. "But I really am trying to make it work. I thought it was okay for you. I thought you were okay."

Satoru was crying.

Satoru was crying.

You kept silent, overwhelmed by his reaction, by everything right know.

"Please just tell me."

Silence.

"Is it because of my work?"

"No, it's not." your voice was muffled.

"Is it..." he paused. "Because you found someone else?"

Your eyes widened at his words, suddenly speechless.

"Is it? Is that why you are saying all that stuff? I understand, but please just be honest-"

You couldn't help it you started laughing. And you knew it was cruel, Satoru was crying on your shoulder, but the situation of him thinking you loved someone else was just so absurd to you.

"Me?" You shook your head softly your laughter suddenly dying. "No."

"Then what-?" he stepped back collapsing into a chair. "Please just tell me." he repeated his voice breaking at the end.

"It's just-" you sighed, trying to relax your suddenly stiff body. "I don't want to keep you away from your happiness."

"What?!" his voice was loud again, making you focus on your cup of tea again. After he saw you flinching again, he lowered his voice trying to stay calm. "What do you mean by that?"

"You know."

"I don't."

"That meeting a couple months ago, I saw."

"What did you see?"

"Saw how you looked at her."

God, you wanted to die. It was so hard to speak right now. Every word felt like torture.

"And I don't want to stand between the two of you, just because you were forced into this."

Satoru kept silent after that. You felt his gaze burning into your head as you looked down at your tea.

"So please, just get it over with." you sniffed. Shit, when did the tears come?

Satoru stood up again, making his way over to you. And as he stood there, looking too into your tea, his arms slowly wrapped around you.

"I don't even like her."

"What?" you looked up, his face was suddenly only a couple of breaths away.

"I don't. And if that's the reason why you want to divorce me, could you please talk to me before falling into a overthinking spiral? You're torturing me here."

You blinked at him, stunned by the realization.

"If you really are unhappy with me I would understand, I would prefer to fix things, but I would understand. But I won't divorce you because of your self sacrificing tendencies."

You blinked at him again, starting to blush out of embarrassment. Shit, was this a big misunderstanding?

"You sure you really don't like her?"

"Yeah. I've got another crush you know." he sighed, his voice still strained from the crying. "She is really pretty but really hard to figure out even though I'm married to her."

Now you really blushed, your eyes widening more than you thought was possible. "What?"

"Yeah, it's kind of embarrassing really." he took your cup of tea and placed it on the counter next to you, to pull you really into him. "I have this big crush on my wife, how do I tell her?"

You were malfunctioning as he layed his head on your shoulder again, this time not out of frustration but because of the desire to be as close as possible. His whole frame hugging you.

"She has this soothing voice and pretty smile, but I hardly get to see her and I don't want to make her uncomfortable."

"Satoru, what-"

"And she keeps this distance, I don't know what to do because I want to get to know her for real, you know? Want her to like me and you know."

You felt a soft smile.

"Want her to ask for cuddles when I get back from a long mission. Or even better a ki-"

"Satoru are you drunk?" you were red and hot, you felt it.

He was grinning as he looked up, but there was something so vulnerable in it. "No, I'm not. I just-"

He sighed. "I don't want a divorce. And maybe it's selfish of me, but I want to know you. And I want you to know me."

You held you breath after that. And after a bit of hesitation you did wrap your arms around him too.

"Me too."

His arms held you tighter after that. "You don't want a divorce?"

"You aren't divorcing me?"

"No."

Guess that divorce wasn't happening.

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i always think abt how so many smut/romance troupes would make me vomit irl but i just looovvveee on paper, how does that work?

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arranged marriage with heiran era sukuna is a helllish nightmare you wouldn't wish on anybody.

you slleep in separate rooms, (which is the best oart about being the wife to this man) he insists ( for whatever cruel reason ) that you eat dinners together, but you're much to afraid to say anything so they usually go somethijg like this.

"good evening."

"good evening, the chefs have prepared x,y and z tonight, eat well."

"okay, thank you."

and sukuna, clueless as ever thinks he'a slowly but surely winning your heart this way.

it gets worse when starts bringing you gifts, first the gifts are nice, expensive jewelry ( that much to his demise you never wear, he's still trying to figure out your tastes )

dresses, shoes, larges sums of money out of the blue, but thenit takes a turn.

"why are you screaming?" the sound displeasing him deeply.

"i-what—" you take a deep breath. "that's a head, on a platter my lord. i–i quite shocked and a bit confused as to why you brought me this."

sukuna doesn't understand whst the confusion is about, the head was a general of a land nearby, one that was threating his empire. one he quickly took care of.

it was an obvious sign of his devotion, maybe you were playing hard to get. ( you were not )

"my lord, what. I...again?" you cried blinking tears away from the heart in the silver box.

"yes. again. you demand me of it, and i delivered, don't act so posh."

you didn't know what to say, this was definitely not what you asked for, and you only shook with fear as to what it meant.

the third time it happened you fully broke down in tears, "oh dear, oh god, please don't kill me my lord. I don't know what i'm doing wrong, I don't know.."

sukuna was shocked. "what on earth are you talking about, this isn't, i'm not—" he paused, watching as your frail human form shook, because of him. unintentionally or not he'd done this to you and he felt guilty than he cared to admit.

"[Name]" he said firmly.

"Yes..?"

"I would never hurt you." his voice was like a moutian of solid rock, it was exactly what you needed to hear from a man like him.

"Are you...telling the truth?" you mumbled, tears falling away slowly.

"Come with me and I'll prove it to you." his hand was held out, claws glinting in the light.

You placed your palm into his, "Okay. Let's go."

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female characters shouldn’t have to be a “smart kind pretty queen girlboss” to be liked. let female characters have flaws. let female characters be mean or cowardly or vicious or have a terrible personality. let female characters kill people. let female characters be ugly or have scars or have terrible sense in fashion. let them show weakness and cry. forgive female characters. cry over their trauma and make excuses for their actions. praise female characters for the bare minimum. love female characters even at their worst.

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I wish I got those weird anonymous inboxes my mutuals get

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SWING BATTA BATTA — pitcher!katsuki bakugo

baseball is really just fetch with extra steps and higher stakes

a/n : i love being mean to him and then really really nice. also i got crazy w this . this is the most texts i've ever done for one character LMAO

m.list !

— 2025 © pwn. all rights reserved. do not repost, narrate, or translate my works. thanku!

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LMAO

pro hero dynamight who gets hit with a quirk that makes him run his mouth (some kinda truth serum vibe idk it's 2pm don't look to me for smarts ever) and ends up saying "yeah i gotta finish patrol without hurtin' myself 'cause my girl said i could hit it raw if i come home with no blood on me" on live national television

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!!!!!!

hii js finished sinners, send requests 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

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you meet a man who is just too beautiful, his eyes too bright, his skin too lush.

you, unsuspecting and him, completely enthralled.

your bored at the event it's obvious, rich pompous assholes all there to drink and gamble their money away.

"so why are you here lovely?" smooth as silk, a deep voice rumbles in your ear.

you turn, "had i..said that out loud..?"

"mumbled, but there." his smile was white like the falling snow.

"you here all alone miss..?"

you still didn't know what compelled you to reply, to give this man so obviously a _____ the time of day, a man too pretty and probably married.

"[Name]." you replied curtly.

"[Name]..." the letters rolled off like honey. "you married?"

you flicked your head away, neck exposed. "no. you?"

the man hesitated for a moment. "no."

by the time you reached your home it was almost midnight and your companion was teasing as ever, lingering touchs, a sly hand arouns your waist, you were burning with need.

you stood at your doorstep, his eyes tracking your movements inside, only, he wasnt following.

you turned around, apmost hurt, "well..aren't you coming in?"

he smiled, "of course."

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the hims: CHROLLO, todoroki, lestat, GETO, mihawk, hisoka + any goats i forget rn