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everlasting-rainfall · 8 months

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AU called Yandere Society where basically it’s a world where our definition of normal love like bringing roses and being romantic and junk like that is seen as weird while things like murder, stalking, and creepy love notes are seen as the norm

Murder and a lot of crimes are legal in this world under specific circumstances like “Did you kill your darling? Jail” “Did you kill that man who was staring too long at your darling? Understandable, you’re innocent”. There probably is a better way to describe it but for now, I feel that works the best. Oh yeah! Also sex in public is legal as long as there are no minors around

There are also these people called Abnormals who find Yandere Love to be repulsive and creepy despite it being the societal norm, Abnormals only want to experience the type of normalized love from our world and are in constant danger as if they’re discovered then they get hit with a slew of things like “You can’t have these types of jobs” or “Mandated therapy” plus they tend to get harassed a lot and oddly seem to attract Yandere’s quite a lot

Abnormals can actually be “cured” though as if you give them enough therapy or even manage to pair them with just the right person, they’ll either develop Stockholm Syndrome or become a Yandere themselves

I NEED MORE !!! I’m already interested in this au , I wonder how will yandere strawhats react that there darling is a abnormal 👀🤔🙏

please if your not busy 💗

So flower friend, I actually am working on something like that at the moment. I currently have three of the Straw Hats done for it and I’m going to include Jinbei with it as well but not Chopper as he’s baby and underage

It’s not going to be done for a long time though as I’m working hard on it and Yandere Society can be hard for me to write at times especially if I’m having problems getting motivated

In the meantime, allow me to explain some things about the Yandere Society a bit better than I did last time…

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Murder, Crime, Violence, Implied Blood and Gore, Abuse Mention, Harassment, Potential Similarities to Homophobia (?), Public Sex, Noncon

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT-!

So as I said a lot of crimes in Yandere Society are perfectly legal under certain circumstances like you can kill someone but unless you had a “good” reason for doing so then you’re going to jail

Like the following things are innocent crimes in the eyes of the law in Yandere Society

A Yandere killed someone who was actively trying to harm their relationship with their Darling like seducing and trying to get them to cheat, it’s also innocent if the victim was trying to help the Darling escape their Yandere unless the Yandere was actively putting the Darlings life in danger

A Yandere killed someone who hurt their Darling, the Yandere will also be seen as innocent if they helped another Yandere kill someone that hurt their Darling or if the Yandere was saving the Darling from an abusive situation by killing the Abused Darling’s Yandere

I feel like that’s a good example and I hope it was easy to follow now here are examples of some of the things that will get you locked up in Yandere Society

So if a Yandere kills their Darling whether their S/O was a Yandere or Abnormal, that will get the guilty Yandere locked up tight and cause them to never see the light of day again, the only exception to this is if the Guilty Yandere had no other choice or it was an accident

If the Yandere goes on to kill everyone in their Darling’s life like friends and family, that’s seen as ridiculous in the eyes of the law in Yandere Society as most people are Yandere’s too and would approve of the relationship, the only exception to this is if it were to protect their Darling

I hope that these were good examples and that they were easy to follow

As for Abnormals, Abnormals aren’t allowed to do a lot of things as I said and it’s by law mandated that they have to attend therapy in order to turn them into Yandere’s like everyone else and this therapy isn’t too bad as it’s just sitting down and having a conversation like there’s no electroshock or anything like that, maybe a few exercises but nothing too intense

Abnormals typically hide the fact that they’re Abnormals as they don’t want anyone to find out as if they do, there’s that mandated therapy thing but they also get a ton of restrictions like they can’t have certain jobs

If you are a known Abnormal in Yandere Society, you are not allowed to be the following. Teacher of Any Kind, Any Sort of Government Job, Any Sort of Job involving Mental Health. Also you can’t attend college but Abnormals have been known to sneak in and attend

The harassment that an Abnormal can face is usually based on Yandere’s stalking them and being after them as they attract Yandere’s more easily than other Yandere’s do but it’s also from the government as well as you’re likely to get way more mail to encourage you to just accept a Yandere into your life or become one

But this will all change the second that an Abnormal either develops Stockholm Syndrome for a Yandere or becomes a Yandere themselves

Also Two Abnormals are not allowed to be in a relationship, if they wish to do so then they will need to hide it from the public as it’s illegal like I don’t think you’ll straight up be sent to prison over it but you will be forcefully separated

As for how someone can tell if someone is a Yandere, typically these Yandere tendencies make themselves known in early childhood and it can be tested by trying to take their toys or watching how they interact with friends but the best way is to have them take a test which depending on how they did can tell you if they’re a Yandere or an Abnormal

There are late bloomers in Yandere Society who don’t show any Yandere Tendencies until they’re older but the test can distinct between a full Abnormal or a Late Bloomer

There’s also this thing that me and a friend came up with called Yvette Newgate Syndorme and it’s where someone has experienced something or a string of events that led to them not being able to process their Yandere feelings properly and it leads to things like this

“Hey, do you like this thing?” “Yes” “Do you want this thing?” “Yes” “Ok then take it” “Nevermind” “Ok then I’m taking it” “No, give it to me… It’s mine and you can’t have it…” “Ok, here” “Nevermind”

There is therapy for it but so far, it hasn’t really been successful like it’s helped but there’s been no real breakthroughs like there have been for Abnormals

Also for the sex in public thing, that’s perfectly acceptable and seen as completely legal like no one bats an eye if they see people having sex in public

No one even gives too much of a shit if it’s a Yandere with an Abnormal unless the Abnormal belongs to a different Yandere as if that’s the case then people are stepping in and law enforcement will be called

Besides that, it’s very illegal if its done where minors can see you as well

As for other things, it’s actually not uncommon for someone to just be sitting in on a business call with a bunch of other people meanwhile they’re being ruthlessly fucked by their partner like they’re naked with private parts potentially on full display and no one bats an eye

Just remember to mute your microphone as it’s seen as very rude to not do so and if you’re asked a question then you’re allowed to unmute to answer it probably while moaning but afterwards you have to mute again

Plus if you’re being fucked in a video call then it might encourage other people to start getting it on with their partners and will potentially weed out the Abnormals in the workplace as they’ll be the only ones who look uncomfortable with it

Anyways I think that’s all! I’ll attempt to put out the Yandere Straw Hat thing soon but no promises! Have a good day and I hope that I was able to explain things well!

#the rain talks back #minors dni #yandere #yandere one piece #reader insert #read the trigger warnings #minor dni #Yandere Society AU #yandere smut #🌺

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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s/o with a medusa tattoo hcs ; alois & our!ciel

requested by ; squallsimp (10/09/22)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | anime only | main cast

character(s) ; alois trancy, our!ciel phantomhive

outline ; “hellooo!!! Idfk if requests are open, if not please don’t do this thing or whatever idk💀!!

anyways could I request O!Ciel or Alois with a s/o that has a Medusa Tattoo?

(I hope you know what that tattoo means)

Ty! Ilysm and I hope you have a great day/night<33”

warning(s) ; references to past sexual assault, rape and sexual abuse, references to childhood sexual abuse (alois by lord trancy and ciel by the cult — both being either canon or heavily implied in canon), brief reference to canon-typical violence

Alois Trancy

alois doesn’t really have any degree of tact or shame when it comes to prying about other people’s lives — so the moment he spots your tattoo you’d likely be inundated with questions

he wouldn’t know the heavy symbolism behind it, because why would he, but he thinks it looks awesome and wants to know why you got it and who the snake woman is

if you skirt around your answer and just vaguely describe the mythological medusa and such then he’ll back off and hum in agreement before going off somewhere else

but if you’re at a point in your relationship where you feel comfortable enough to discuss the symbolism behind the medusa tattoo specifically well…

then you’ll get to see a very different side to the man you’re courting

he’ll be as quiet as a mouse when you’re speaking, his expression cold and stoney as he just listens

then, when you finish, he’ll take your hand in his and squeeze it gently as he apologises for what you went through and says something that breaks your heart before smiling in a way that doesn’t meet his eyes and asking if you’d like to go inside and have some more tea

‘i was 12,’

he doesn’t ever really elaborate on that and he doesn’t need to in the same way that you don’t need to elaborate on your story

he doesn’t ask you anything else about your tattoo but for a while he’ll falter whenever he sees it — and in the weeks following your conversation you’ll often catch him staring at it with a mixture of sadness and understanding

but he never asks for your story and you never ask for his

because he doesn’t need to know to understand

and eventually things will return to normal, with him being the same eccentric goofball you fell in love with — just being a smidge more protective

Our!Ciel Phantomhive

for a good few years after his parents were murdered, ciel and his twin were held captive and sexually abused by a cult — which ultimately led to his brother’s murder and him forming a contract with sebastian

so he’d be incredibly empathetic and understanding of your trauma — never even considering questioning you on it or, heaven forbid, scolding you for it

in all likelihood he already knew what your tattoo meant before you opened up to him, but he opted to never mention it as he wanted you to be able to control the narrative of your abuse

he wouldn’t have wanted someone to out his trauma so he’d never even breathe a word that could imply he knew before you were ready — if you ever were

the most he’ll do is compliment your tattoo and discuss the mythological history of medusa with you — including the varying tales of her origins — but not going much further than that

if you ever want to tell him the reason why you chose that tattoo, then he’ll sit by your side and listen and offer you whatever comfort you need

and if you never want to discuss it, then he’ll make sure you never have to talk about it with him or anyone else that you don’t want to discuss it with

it’s your narrative, your story, and he’ll be damned if he lets anyone force you to come out about it without your consent

he’d kill before letting that happen — which is exactly what he does, assigning sebastian to give anyone who could be a threat to your mental well-being a true show of ‘phantomhive hospitality’

he’ll be the protector he needed when he was younger

and maybe one day he’ll feel comfortable enough to talk to you about the worst of what he was put through — and maybe go looking for a similar sign for male survivors of such atrocities

but, for now, he was content in the mundane and routine — where you could control what was said and nothing needed to happen unless you, or him, wanted it to

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #black butler x reader #ciel phantomhive x reader #our ciel x reader #ciel x reader #alois trancy x reader #alois x reader #read the trigger warnings

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aurora-ze-aquarius · 1 month

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Unfinished Fic: "Sometimes, a bit of rain is all you need"

(Jackson Storm centered fic)

Written sometime in December 2022.

I was never able to finish this story, mainly because I couldn't come up with a proper ending.

This story takes place in an au where magic exists, also the cars are humans too. I never got to flesh it out properly. Maybe next time.

In this au, some people are born with magic, Jackson has the ability to manipulate the weather through his emotions. Basically Peppa from Encanto. I was inspired by greendreamer's fantasy cars/ttte au.

Inspired by a oneshot on ao3 where Jackson had weather magic. Unfortunately, I don't remember what it was called :(

Oh yeah, his real name is supposed to be Jackson Ian Rivera (🇺🇸🇵🇭)

⚠️TW/CW⚠️: Implied child neglect, emotional ab*se, panic attacks.

'Put your cloud away'

Is a phrase he's been told more times that he could count.

The Rivera family is not unfamiliar to weather magic. It's been said that they're a family that has practiced this sort of arcana for generations. They are said to be able to summon winds and clouds, to make it rain at will. A Stormbringer is said to be able to control an average area of about 30 meters in diameter surrounding them. The more powerful mages can control the winds up to a mile away. The more refined the user is in their magic, the stronger and more controlled it is.

They are a proud family, not to mention rich and wealthy. Proud to display their powerful and unique arcana. Majestic eyes of the storms. Something Jackson is not.

Arcana. How he despises it. The magic has brought nothing but misery and pain in his life.

Unlike most of his family members, Jackson was born with a curse. A curse in which his arcana is deeply intertwined with his emotions. Arcana in its very nature, is heavily intertwined with one's thoughts and emotions. Losing control of how one feels means losing control of one's connections with their magic. But Jackson's case is different.

Whenever he's happy, skies are clear, as the breezes are light. Whenever he's not, rain begins to pour, as the thunder claps loudly. Not to mention, how unusually powerful his arcana is compared to most of his family members.

'Put your cloud away' they'd say. They would tell the young child that whenever he would misbehave in their eyes. Whenever tears swelled up in the corners of his retinas as small raindrops began to fall, dampening his once neatened clothes and hair.

'Put your cloud away' they'd say- whenever the boy would feel frustrated, perhaps even angry, and would throw tantrums. Whenever lightning flashed, when he felt like they didn't understand him, why even felt that way in the first place.

'Put your cloud away' they'd say- when dark skies and strong winds would cover almost every square inch of their large mansion. When the boy tried… he tried so hard, yet failed and 'couldn't keep his emotions in check' according to them.

It wasn't his fault though… was it..?

There's a reason why Jackson failed to connect to other people. They were either deemed not good enough to be his friends, or they would make fun of him and his interests. His family was of no help to those issues.

Honestly? He found it hilarious how shocked that so-called family was when he decided to finally cut them out of his life once IGNTR found him.

Despite having them out of his life, he could never rid himself of their, and subsequently, his views on his arcana. It's part of him, and he hates it. No matter what he did, it was always there. Continuously taunting him, whilst being just out of reach.

Despite them being gone, he knows better than to have a cloud constantly follow him whenever he's in a bad mood.

Jackson hopped out of the car, panting as sweat beads dripped from his forehead. He turned towards the large monitor and growled, unsatisfied with his results.

" '214 mph'. You're doing good." Ray said, crossing his arms.

Jackson scoffed, wiping his sweat with an arm. "Not good enough…" Thunder crackled, as faint drips of water fell down from above him.

Ray took note of this and sighed. He patted Jackson's shoulder and said, "You did good today, Storm. Take it easy."

Jackson glared at him, but immediately tore his gaze to the small cloud that loomed above him. He gritted his teeth, wanting to curse it out but instead heaved a sigh, closing his eyes.

"Put your cloud away… Put your cloud away…" He whispered to himself, taking deep breaths. He repeated this process until the rain stopped, the thunder ceased and the cloud disappeared.

He opened his eyes. He turned away from the simulator and began to leave the room. "I can do better… I will do better…"

"Your powers are great, but far too unstable… Keep your cloud away…

You could kill someone with that lightning bolt."

Jackson stared at the large monitor that stood tall above the stadium. His breath hitched, eyes widened in shock.

"I… I…"

It wasn't his name that took first place. But instead, McQueen and his little costume girl stole the win from him. Little shit appeared out of nowhere and stole the win for herself.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. He felt a vein almost pop.

"FUCK." He screamed. He nearly got into a tangent when the sound of thunder crackling grabbed his attention. A mass of large clouds seemed to have manifested out of nowhere and had covered the stadium, blocking out the starlight from reaching the people.

"What's this Darrel? It seems like rain clouds have appeared out of nowhere."

"It looks to me like someone's arcana is going haywire! Hopefully things will calm down before they get crazy. And it's already been a pretty crazy day!"

Jackson swallowed a gulp. 'Shit. Not now—!'

Turning his car on he quickly made his way to where his trailer was. The paparazzi wanted his attention, but thankfully security kept them out of his way, lest someone gets injured due to getting in the way of his car. He quickly drove into the trailer and shut the door, not wanting to face the public. Not wanting to face Ray, McQueen, the other racers, and especially not that costume girl.

He was panting, breaths were heavy and uneven as the reality set in. He lost. He lost to a random street racer. He lost his cool and almost killed someone, again. He lost his calm and now his storm—

He stiffens. That cloud. It shrouded the whole area. It was massive.

Jackson slowly backed into a corner, hugging himself. His back slid against the wall as he began chanting the words.

"Put your cloud away… put your cloud away… put your cloud away… put it away… just fucking put it away…"

He didn't know how long it took for the dark clouds to disappear; he fell asleep on the floor. But they did disappear just moments before he closed his eyes. Luckily before any raindrops fell and spoiled the day for the racing fans.

Jackson was pacing back and forth, still chanting about how his cloud needs to 'go away'. He just wrapped up another training session, and had stormed off to IGNTR's back gardens when he failed to break through 214 mps.

He gripped his hair, yelling out in frustration. His clothes were soaked, not only from the sweat from training. The rain cloud above him thundered, flashing a bit of lightning once in a while. Jackson tried to swat it away, despite his futile efforts.

"GO AWAY. DAMMIT."

Ray watched him from a window heaving a sigh. He was worried. Jackson's storms seemed to be getting worse each time he lost a race, whether it was against Cruz or a different racer. He knew Jackson was a perfectionist at heart, and has tried multiple times to get him to understand that it's not just about winning, but each time, his pleas would fall on deaf ears.

He knows the boy has it in him to change. But Jackson's mind is clouded in poor judgement, and it pains him to see him this way. That's not even mentioning Jackson's terrible coping mechanisms.

Ray sighed, crossing his arms. "There's no need to force your cloud away…" He mumbled. "There's nothing wrong with a bit of rain every once in a while…" He watched as Jackson seemed to have given up, and just seemed to be standing there, underneath the ever growing storm.

"I just hope you can realize that one day…"

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Jackson didn't know how he was dragged into this situation. He was at a party. A party to celebrate the success of the latest race. He won the race (thankfully) of course, but he absolutely despised going to events like these.

Too many people here. Possibly drunkards just partying it up with A-list celebrities and fellow racers.

Ray somehow managed to convince him to go. Says he "needs to make peace with the other racers'' or that "he has to try to be nicer to them." He doesn't understand it at all. It's been this way for years. Jackson's already used to it. But nonetheless, he managed to reluctantly drag his ass here.

It took less than five minutes of just standing around in the middle of the room for Jackson to immediately say 'fuck it' and make his way onto the rooftop of the building, away from where everyone else is at.

He sighed, elbows propped up against the concrete railings. Ray would be disappointed, but he could just lie and say nobody wanted to talk to him. Well technically, it wouldn't be lying when that's exactly what happened. Nobody knew he was here, and thus nobody could talk to him.

"Hello?"

Until someone else made their way to the rooftop as well.

Jackson sharply inhaled, the winds howled, the cold breezes blowing past his face. He knew who that voice belonged to.

"Brr. Really chilly here, huh?" She joked, rubbing her arms as a means to keep warm. Jackson attempted to ignore her, staring off into the distance, a can of cranberry flavored Sprite in his hand.

"Hey um. Would you mind if I stayed here for a bit?" She asked, walking up right next to him. Well, she lingered just away from him, but just close enough where she could talk to him.

Jackson groaned, lightly crushing the half empty can in his hands. "What do you want, Ramirez?"

[Unfinished Ending]

#unfinished fanfic #pixar cars #cars fandom #pixar #cars 3 (2017)#jackson storm #humanized cars #🌌⚠️#read the trigger warnings

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gojonanami · 2 months

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the broken ring has shown I really love a pathetic man

carcel is so my type it’s ridiculous

#sab speaks #he’s so baby boy #he’s pathetic I love him #he’s so down bad #I would rec this manhwa #read the trigger warnings

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faerielotus · 11 months

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˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ FRESH ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

KYOUTANI x READER

tw : murder, violence, blood, gore, smut

You’re not surprised when he slides into bed without a word. Being talkative isn’t something that you’d associate with Kentaro, especially with it being so late. What’s surprising is the distance between the two of you. He’s close, but not close enough for you to turn over and face him, to hold him. It’s a strange new practice for him. A pattern you’ve seen repeating the last couple of days.

Nonetheless it still confuses you. You know he likes to touch you, feel that you’re there; the same as you. You enjoy the way he hooks his arm over your waist, holding you tight to his chest. The sound of him slightly out of breath when he first joins you in bed, most likely from shuffling up the stairs of your rickety apartment building. But most of all you enjoy the way he smells. He always manages to smell fresh, even when he was covered in sweat from moving in the sofa that was way too big for your living room, but that you insisted on buying; or another time when he came back home, holding a hoodie covered in red splotches. Even the metallic smell was overpowered by the smell of him ingrained into your apartment.

You love everything about the man beside you. That’s why it’s so strange to you. How you know he feels the same way, but is still so far away from you. His distance continues to plague your mind. That is until he sighs, not irritated but not relaxed. Yes, you find the whole predicament strange until he sighs, scoots closer to you and holds you tight, resting his head on your neck. That’s when you forget how strange it is, and start to think about him, how he feels, how he sounds, and how he smells.

You’ve been laughing for what feels like ten minutes. One joke from Matsuwaka growing into his own personal comedy show. You can’t hear anything else anybody’s saying. Not even the music from the back of the club thrumming through your body is truly reaching you. Your drink has almost fallen out of your hands more than once, quickly being saved by the brunette sitting besides you.

You finally calm down, taking a swig from your drink and inhaling a big breathe of air. You look over to Matsuwaka, readying yourself for his next barrage of wisecracks when you notice that he’s looking over you.

You turn around and see three tall men all maneuvering through the crowds of people towards the two of you. Their attire matches the clothes that Matsuwaka is wearing, a fancy, if not slightly disheveled suit. You take brief notice of the fact that their eyes are on you, or at least shifting between you and the man you were having a conversation with. Your eyes, however, are focused on only one of those men. With a buzzcut that’s been bleached blonde and a mean look on his face you feel like shying away. His tanned skin absorbs the colors of the club lights. Over his suit he’s wearing a clashing leather jacket and overall looks a bit mean.

You realize how long you’ve been staring when they get closer, and the blonde cocks his eyebrow at you. You turn back towards Matsuwaka and nurse your drink.

“Issei.” The brunette in the middle of the three men speaks up when they reach the bar.

“Oikawa.” Matsuwaka says in a drawn out fashion, almost teasing the man in front of him. “I was coming back, I just needed something to drink”

“We can see that!” A strawberry blonde on the side of Oikawa pipes up. He yells over the loud noises of the crowd while staring at you. “My names Hanamaki, but my pals call me Makki!” He’s leaning over now and holding out his hand for you to shake.

You take his hand and introduce yourself. He slowly drops his hand from yours and looks at Matsuwaka with a sly smirk on his face.

The atmosphere is laid back, but you can’t help but feel awkward stuck between these men in suits.

“I’m sorry if I stole him,” you start, looking up to Oikawa. “The both of us were waiting for our drinks when I started a conversation.” You brush a stray hair back, one that you missed with your bobby pin when rushing out the house to meet your friends.

He looks over to you with a smile. “You’re all fine sweetheart. This one right here is responsible for himself.” That got a laugh out of you, and the angry man standing by his side focused his eyes on you. “He’s still got some work to do though, so we’re gonna have to steal him back.”

“Come on, Oikawa, I can’t leave a girl like her on her own here.” Matsuwaka said, feigning a pout and grabbing your hand.

Oikawa dramatically sucked air through his teeth and sighed. “Yeah, you’re right about that.” Oikawa shifted on his foot and turned towards the cross blonde next to him. “Well, Kyoutani already did his job for the night,” he faced forward again and smiled “Why don’t you keep the pretty girl some company Kyo-kun.”

Kyoutani stared at you with a glare and you stared back, looking at him more closely. His scowl didn’t make him any less handsome. His face was strong and his skin was glowing underneath the light. He was lean, but you could tell that underneath his suit he was toned. You looked back over to Matsuwaka who had an incredulous look on his face.

“‘Kawa, you know that’s not what I meant man.”

Oikawa’s grin widened even more. “Kyo-kun take Matsuwaka’s seat for me.” On the side of Oikawa, Makki snickered and hid his face in his elbow.

Matsuwaka grumbled as he shifted out of his seat. Kyoutani dropped himself onto it and motioned for the bartender.

“We’ll see you later Kyo-kun.” Oikawa said as he and the rest of the men walked off, arm draped over Matsuwaka’s shoulder.

You turned your body towards the bar, but kept your head facing the man beside you. Ignoring his rough look you were somewhat entranced by him. Everything from his appearance to his smell was strangely attractive to you. He started to order a drink when he looked to you.

“Do you want another?” He motioned to your drink, still with a glare on his face. You nodded with a smile and he finished ordering.

You asked him a couple of questions, mainly about Matsuwaka, how they met, their friend group, but also about him. That seemed to loosen him up enough for his brows to relax.

“And you?” He asked as the bartender set your drinks in front of you both.

“What questions are you asking me?” You said with a dopey smile.

“Anything.” He responded after taking a second to gulp his drink. His short answers made you realize how little interest he has. No, not that, how little he likes to talk. He seemed engaged even with his limited amount of interactions. That, like so many of his other qualities attracted you.

“Well,” you started, leaning your elbow on the bartop. “I think you’re hot.” You tilted your head, resting your hand on his knee.

You saw him take a small gulp and you laughed at that. He stared at his drink until he picked it up and downed the rest. He swallowed and turned to look at you again.

“Yeah?” That was the first time you saw him smile.

You wonder if you really got everything you needed. You didn’t want to head back to the store for something small. Thinking about calling Kentaro to check the kitchen, you decided to brush the idea off, remembering he left earlier that morning.

You sighed, shifting and moving your grocery bags around in your arms. You felt like you haven’t talked to him in so long, the last form of contact between you too being a kiss on your forehead as he slid out of bed. You made your way into the lobby of your apartment and up the stairs. You couldn’t tell why he was acting the way he was. You just knew that something was wrong.

Just like how you knew something was wrong when you opened the door to your shared apartment to see clothes caked in blood on the floor. You couldn’t feel your bags dropping from your hold. All you felt was fear. It doesn’t take much time for you to run into your bedroom at all.

What takes time is your realization. The realization that Kentaro’s completely fine. Wearing black joggers with his shirt stripped off, a towel hanging off his shoulder, he turns to look at you. He has a cut on his lip, but his face has no emotion. He just keeps staring at you, not a single word passing between you too.

You look down. “What happened Ken.” You look back towards the living room, motioning towards his discarded pile of clothes, already seeping into the carpet. “What happened to you.” You turned back to him taking a couple steps forward.

“Nothing.” He says turning back around, back facing you. “Some asshole had too much to say at a meeting.”

You weren’t sure what type of work Kentaro and his friends were in, but the past couple of years gave you some insight as to how violent it could be. “Kentaro,” you said demandingly. “Your clothes are soaked in blood.” You finally got close enough to him to turn him around and you noted how tense he was.

He stared down at you, this time you could see something in his face. “Are you scared of me?” He whispered.

You were taken aback, but kept your hand on his shoulder and the other on his face. “No,” you turned your head at him and frowned. “Why would you think that.”

He takes a breath, whether it’s relief or him trying to compose himself you can’t tell. He pulls your hands from him and pulls you into an embrace, inhaling your scent.

“Not important,” he finally says, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “Just help me real quick.” He kisses you, beginning to lift the bottom of your shirt, you’re distracted from the look on his face.

You can’t think about how scared he looked when he’s fumbling with your bra, grunting into your neck when you reach down to pull his sweats off.

You can’t think of anything else except the way he’s touching you, and the fresh scent coming off of him from washing off the grime and blood of a tough day.

You didn’t think you were going to go

home with the indifferent man who sat beside you for half a night, but you couldn’t deny the strong feeling of euphoria from between your legs as Kentaro slammed his hips against yours.

He grunted as he lifted your legs over his and lowered himself closer to your face, hands intertwined with yours. He moved his lips against yours and you moaned. He cursed and pulled away, biting your lip in the process.

He moved his hand down your body and you mewled, thrusting against him.

“Fuck!” He shouted, touching you, and dipping his head. You grabbed his shoulder with your free hand, trying to urge him closer. “You want me, baby?” you nodded, squinting your eyes closed and moaning. “Yeah, you want me.”

He moved his hand from you, up your body, resting on your breast for a moment, before he harshly gripped your throat. “Kyo-” you tried to say, but were overpowered by his strength and the urge to moan.

You arched your back, still trying to get closer to him. He finally caught on to the way you were flexing, and kissed you hard. He continued to pump himself in and out of you, taking time to grind into you causing you to release cut-off moans and gasps.

“Come on, baby, cum for me.” He tightened his grip on your throat, dragging his face along your neck and thrusting harder. He pushes you closer and you squeezed his hand, shaking and squeezing his cock.

“Kyo…tani” you croak, but he’s not listening, he’s pounding into you harder, holding you tighter, and now kissing you rougher.

He was close to losing control, almost crushing you with his strength, but he held back. He held back until he came, cumming inside of you and growling into your ear.

You both were out of breath but he continued thrusting into you. It took a moment for him to settle down, releasing his tight grip on you and collapsing on top of you. He rolled to the side and held you, tucking his face into your neck, taking big breaths.

You were tired and still catching your breath when you thanked yourself for going out tonight.

He gripped you tighter, kissing your neck.

He murmured. “You smell good.”

You sat still, tears slowly running down your face as the recent events of the day replayed through your mind.

Kyoutani stood in front of the counter, in between your legs, drying your washed face with a towel, and trying his best to avoid your blooming bruises and aching cuts.

You know he’s thinking the same thing as you. Probably thinking about how he bashed in the head of the man who cornered you during an afternoon outing with his friends. He was probably thinking about how scared you looked when he saw the dickhead from earlier that week groping you. You know he was thinking about if you were okay when the asshole started getting rough when you tried brushing past him.

Kyoutani set the towel down and sighed. He reached for you and you shied away. He ignored it and held your face in his hands.

“I killed for you.” He said. Staring you in the eyes and assessing the damage done to your face. You didn’t say anything and more tears rolled down your face. He tilted his head and took a moment to really look at you.

You thought about his question from a couple days ago. The fear in his eyes when he asked it. His bloodied clothes, now tossed away, probably living in some dump. Your assailant, and his bandaged body and furious face.

“He had it coming for a long time. He kept messing with me and my boys.” You couldn’t tell what he was trying to say to you. Was he trying to explain his actions, soothe you? Was he trying to convince you that his murderous rage was an outcome of the dead man’s actions and not his own violent tendencies? You didn’t care.

All that you knew was that you were scared. You were scared of your boyfriend. You loved him, but he terrified you. You started to sob. Wails escaping you as you replayed the moment when he repeatedly threw the head of the random man against a brick wall, not stopping until his skull was shattered, spilling out his most vital organ onto the pavement you both stood on.

Kyoutani didn’t try to hug you. He didn’t try to comfort you. Not even in that traumatic moment. He just picked you up and walked away, leaving his friends to clean the mess.

Kyoutani was never good at talking. Not even now. He just kept staring at you. “Are you scared of me?” He said, reaching for your face.

He didn’t look afraid this time. He looked tired, and serious. He looked like he already knew the answer and was just asking to ask.

You still didn’t say anything. Your hiccuping cries were enough of an answer for him.

He sighed and picked you up, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He laid you down onto the bed and after taking a moment to undress joined you. He hovered over you as you continued crying.

“I can still smell that dickhead’s cologne on you.” You didn’t know what to say to that either, you just kept still underneath him. He reached for the buttons on your dress and you stayed still.

You realized he was trying to get the smell off of you. He was almost scared of it.

The same way you were scared of the way he smelled. Not the fresh scent that you adored, but the metallic and almost deathly smell of blood.

This was my first fic!! I originally posted it on my other account, but I made that my personal blog. I also posted it on AO3 under Faerie_Lotus. Please please please!! Tell me what you guys think 「(°ヘ°)

#kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani kentaro x reader #mad dog x reader #Yandere!Kyoutani Kentaro #Yandere #fanfic #read the trigger warnings #first fic #haikyuu

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shouta-edits · 3 months

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tw: bruises, abuse mention, and some light sadism.

"may I get a Samekichi x Idate (Wadanohara) ship moodboard with themes of orcas, sharks, sadism, and physical abuse? Thank you!" -anon requested

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liz-allyn · 2 years

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📖 top au fics? and since inner demons is one of my fave fics EVER can you rec some other dark content fics?

FUCK YES I CAN.

Buckle up and have your therapist on speed dial for these extra dark, semi-sweet morsels:

(and please read the warnings)

All-time heavyweight champion is the Smitten series from @blooming-violets. It's an AU fic where Peter is a serial killer, need I say more? It's also brilliantly written in a way that feels like I'm reading American Psycho or Silence of the Lambs.

Fun fact, me, @blooming-violets, and @mrshipsmcgee keep calling ourselves the angsty darkfic wolfpack, or league of darkfic writers, because we keep coming up with the darkest shit ever, it's literally depressing to read our nonsense, it's like binging the entire ID network at once, and thus we are just a delight at parties.

So anything from those two geniuses is a gold mine for darkness.

I also HIGHLY RECOMMEND the in-progress Angel of the Airwaves by @fallensilencefics. What starts as an adorable pining roommates-to-lovers fic with a witty, clever POC!OC begins to get really twisty, don't want to spoil so that's all I'll say.

Some other recs for naughty dark!Peter:

It Takes Two @withahappyrefrain

Play Date @lanadelreyscokewhor3

Return the Favour @signedbriseis

And here are a few angsty/trigger topics:

Something Unforgivable Pt 2 @blooming-violets

Find You @luveline

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scorpiogirlfrommars · 1 year

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Hey, read my Teen Wolf, AU post apocalyptic Sterek Fic - The Signal https://archiveofourown.org/works/39482457/chapters/98820444

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #daddy derek #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #age difference #size difference #graphic depictions of violence #read the trigger warnings #derek hale smut #teen wolf smut #apocalypse fiction

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austajunk · 8 months

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Hey, when it comes to your prompts, could you do one with Yomi and Yuma for 5, 9 and 14? Playing the game, I always wondered what would happen if Yuma really did get captured by the peacekeepers.

Alright! This is a Yuma and Yomi non-con fic which means:

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THESE TAGS.

Triggers: Noncon/R*pe, Prison Sex, Conditioning, Manipulation, Humiliation, Degradation, and Torture.

I do not want someone reading something they damn well know they shouldn’t be. Please take care of yourself and judge accordingly.

Fic under the cut.

“AHHH-!!”

The whip snapped across Yuma’s lower torso and a follow-up lash to his inner thigh cut his current shrieks off with another choked sob.

Yuma hung there in the ropes that suspended his arms and dangled him from the prison ceiling like a limp rag doll. The rookie detective’s small body was completely bare and covered from head to toe in bruises and welts from his frequent beatings. Whenever he would try to recover and shut his eyes, Director Yomi would see to it that a Peacekeeper would simply hit Yuma with a bucket of ice cold water and Yuma’s eyes would be forced open, red and blurry.

It had gone on for a month. At least, Yuma thought it was a month. Shinigami’s voice had faded from his mind after all the beatings and electric shocks. Yuma couldn’t remember much of anything anymore. The days dragged on with him suspended. Yomi would adjust him in different positions until he was now wrapped securely with the rope cutting lines of red into his pale flesh, keeping his legs spread so the world outside his cell could see all of his shame. His arms were secured behind him and his ass protruded into the air even with his legs split apart. Stuffed inside of his ass was a baton and a vibrator. Both were “gifts” from Director Yomi and he would activate the vibrator to rouse Yuma from the levels of unconsciousness and make him bite at his gag like a horny, needy animal.

Yuma Kokohead was reduced to a lowly toy.

As hours passed in silence one day, Yuma opened his eyes. New tear tracks washed away the old trails on his face. The vibrator lodged in his ass was spinning and humming, sending tremors of sensation throughout his suspended body. Yomi had fitted him with a ring gag and Yuma found his tongue lapping desperately at the metal placed in between his teeth.

Stimulation… he’d do anything for it.

He wanted to be desperate enough to scream, but will had been shattered a long time ago. He couldn’t even hear Shinigami anymore…nor any of his friends from the Nocturnal Detective Agency…and it was all his fault.

Yuma wanted to die, but Yomi made sure he kept living.

“You know… it’s almost sad…”

That devilish voice pricked Yuma’s ears, making him wince in turn as a gloved hand caressed his ass. “You lost me so much of my resources, but at the same time, showed me the weaknesses I had on staff at the Peacekeepers. I almost feel appreciative. Almost.” Yuma barely registered the words from the red head’s lips until he spat into Yuma’s ring gag. Yuma groaned, but his tongue shamefully ran through the spittle. Anything to ease the dryness in his mouth and the burning in his throat.

Yomi let out a snort, then lowered his eyes between Yuma’s legs. His hand rose to clench Yuma’s lilac locks and forced his eyes wide open. “You’re dripping on the floor, you fucking mutt. Did you piss yourself again?!”

Yuma held back the cry in his throat even as Yomi jerked his head forward. Worse even, the leftover gloved hand reached up to stroke Yuma’s half-hard cock. Tracing the veins beneath Yuma’s shaft, Yomi plugged his prisoner’s slit with his thumb.

“Wait… what’s this?” The redheaded dictator feigned concern. “Oh no…this isn’t piss… your cock getting hard.” He laughed, glancing down at the precum that dribbled onto his fingers. Without waiting for Yuma’s response, he jammed his two first fingers into Yuma’s mouth and savored the choking noises he received for pumping his fingers between the boy’s lips. “Taste yourself, you hole—!”

And Yuma did. Roughly, Yomi plunged his fingers to the back of his throat and Yuma could taste the salty, bitter taste of his arousal on his tongue.

“Did you actually get used to this?” Yomi clicked his tongue, watching Yuma suckle messily upon his fingers. “That’s a shame… we’ll really have to switch it up now…but then again…”

Yomi’s voice lowered dangerously. Every time he spoke, Yuma felt the evil and cruelty of his words wash through his body in waves. He moaned to his fingertips.

Was it true…? Had he really “adjusted” to this situation, this abuse, this hell?

Continuing to run his tongue along Yomi’s digits, Yuma couldn’t find the strength to even cry anymore. Maybe… he did adjust. Maybe he just wanted to please Yomi and make it end! His small voice whimpered in his throat pitifully. He sniffled and the panicked urges inside of him forced him to suck on Yomi’s fingers to prove himself.

Yomi raised an eyebrow. That wicked grin spread across his cheeks. It wasn’t like he was human. Instead, under the dim and miserable lighting of the cell, he appeared to be a demon who wore the flesh of a human as his mask. He let out a sick, delighted howl of laughter.

The baton and vibrators were shoved out of Yuma’s ass after Yomi’s fingers left his throat. Yomi ripped his gag off and tossed it aside. Yuma threw his head back as far as his bindings would allow and cried out. It was barely audible above Yomi’s amusement.

“A little shitstain like you is actually being honest for once, is that it?!” He let his hands clap down on Yuma’s naked ass and elicited another weak yelp from the detective. Then he gripped Yuma by his hair and leaned in to whisper,

“You really do want to be my little hole now, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

The answer was immediate and hollow. Broken. Yuma could feel Yomi’s smirk widened against the back of his neck. And… it wasn’t a lie. Yuma wanted to fall to the floor and weep, but he was strung up like an animal. He wanted to cry out for what he had lost. His friends, his partner, his memories, and his sanity. He didn’t care anymore. It didn’t matter. He would sink…sink away into nothing and lose himself if it meant surviving. If it meant mercy…

If it meant he could be touched after these unending days of torture!

Two fingers slipped into Yuma’s puckered asshole and Yuma lost his mind in the sensation. A whine built in the back of his throat, but Yomi hissed and tightened the grip in his hair again.

“Shut the fuck up. You’ll take it and you’ll like it…”

Yuma nodded, holding back his sniffles. He bucked and wiggled his ass until he heard the light rap of Yomi’s trousers hitting the floor beneath him.

“But I get it. You want my cock instead, don’t you?” His eyes flashed over Yuma’s body as his pet’s ass contracted and squeezed over his digits.

“Y-yes—!” Yuma was cut off at the tugging of his hair.

“Louder, hole!!!” Yomi demanded. He spat on Yuma’s cheek.

“YES! I W-WANT YOUR COCK PLEASE—!”

Did… Did those words really leave Yuma’s lips? His mind was spinning.

And Yomi pulled his fingers out and let his cock replace them. Yuma’s eyes shot wide open. He was bigger than both the baton and toy he had been training Yuma with. It stretched and burned through his ass as Yomi drove inside of him. Inch after inch, Yuma took his meat and bucked and swung about in his bindings. The ropes cut into him but wouldn’t let up. Every searing thrust was going to throw him over the edge—

“Go ahead and come, hole!” Yomi hissed behind him, his own cock pulsing inside of Yuma’s tight ass. His grunts were low and husky, the force of his hips pinning inside of Yuma until he could go no further.

The command was so primal and sordid that Yuma had no choice but to obey. He cried out for all of Kanai Ward to hear him declare his sickening pleasure and painted the floor beneath him in a puddle of white. From behind, Yomi’s thrusts spread up and he pulled out at the last moment, spurting his seed up Yuma’s pale backside.

“Hfff…huff…heh…my little hole…” Yomi’s groans slipped Yuma back to his senses. He slid his slick cock between Yuma’s asscheeks and continued to grind up and down until he was certain his cock smeared the excess cum on his new pet.

After a few moments of rough breathing, there was a light click and the ropes holding Yuma slid off and let him collapse to the floor.

Yomi knelt down to the broken prisoner. All Yuma could make out was that grin as Yomi pushed his cock to his lips for him to clean.

“I wonder what else you can be conditioned for… maybe you’ll make something of a peacekeeper someday…”

#master detective archives spoilers #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #yomi hellsmile #yuma kokohead #nsft #read the trigger warnings #nsft prompt #kokosmile #hellhead #thanks for the ask!#writing prompts #my ficlets

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everlasting-rainfall · 7 months

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I'm imaging a platonic version of your pages au with Whitebeard...

Maybe the book is about found family with a "larger than life" pirate who adopts the MC and Whitebeard reads it during his medical appointments and believes it's about him and his "new daughter", so he tracks down the author and abducts her so she can join her new family.

Any thoughts? 👀

OH MY GOD, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I ADORE PLATONIC YANDERE’S LIKE THEY MAKE ME 🎆🎇🎆!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

Thank you so much for sending this ask in, dearie!! I’ll make sure that it’s a lot of fun to read!! And for any of you reading this, feel free to send in some more stuff about platonic yandere’s especially if it’s Familial Yandere’s!

God, I love it so much!! It’s so freaking cute!!

Anyways before I start exploding like fireworks sprayed with a flamethrower, let’s get into it! Shall we?

I hope this is what you want! Also keep in mind that there’s no romance here, it’s all Platonic!!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Delusions, Kidnapping, Getting Heavily Babied, Character Death, Spoilers for Marineford, No Chance of Escape, Trapped Forever

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

Okay so let’s say that the books are still about romance like there’s still the Pirate versus Marine love story but you decided to take a break from writing about that story to focus on something else like maybe you wrote a new book in the series

And this book entirely focuses on the main character getting separated from the love interests like maybe there was an accident at sea that made the MC fall overboard and they wind up being found by like this other group

This group takes them in and they’re kinda hostile at first but they become more trusting and caring over time eventually deciding to basically adopt the MC into the group as like the youngest sibling to the parent of the group

It doesn’t last forever though as at the end of the book, there’s a tearful goodbye between the main character as they’ve been found by the pirate and the marine so they have to return to their old life, a promise is made to not forget them and the group even helps the main character and their friends escape some pursuing enemies

End on a note of the parental figure of the group watching as the main character vanishes into the distance with their love interests and quietly saying “May you always find happiness, my dear son/daughter” or something to that extent

So with enough time, this book eventually lands in the hands of Whitebeard like let’s say that Marco got it for him to keep him from getting bored during his medical appointments and he appreciates the gift from his son so I’d say that he reads it

Like he’s sitting there getting a check up for his health and at first, he’s a little bored especially as he has no clue what’s going on due to this being a book later on in the series but he does know that he doesn’t like the Pirate or the Marine as they both seem annoying to him

He was about to put the book down and never touch it again but figured that he had about an hour left on the appointment so he might as well keep reading so he does getting to the part where the MC meets the group and gets taken in

Now he’s getting a bit interested and so he keeps reading getting more and more interested, he’s actually smiling quite a bit when the Main Character gets adopted into the group as the youngest sibling but when he finally reaches the end of the book and finds out that the Main Character leaves with the two characters that he finds annoying

God, you practically see the despair in his eyes…

His hopes perk up a little when he reads that the group arrives to save the Main Character and the two annoying ones (his words, not mine) from an enemy as he thinks that the leader of the group might take the MC back telling the two of them to get lost

But instead, the MC sails off into the distance and Whitebeard is left staring at the final sentence of the book alongside the illustration of the leader of the group looking off into the sunset

He can’t stand the idea of this and when he finds out this is a series of books, he remains somewhat hopeful that maybe the MC will go back to the group to be part of their family again so he asks Marco to buy the other books in the series when they reach a new island

Marco does of course and gives them to Whitebeard so now anytime that he’s bored or getting a medical appointment, he picks up one of the books and starts reading in hopes that what he wants will happen but alas… No such thing happens…

Throughout the books, there is brief mention of the group but they never appear again as maybe that book didn’t do too well with the audience that primarily reads your books or you just didn’t wanna include them again

The MC never goes back to the group, it’s enough to make this poor old man’s heartbreak and when he sees who the MC wound up with in the end it’s just about enough to make him want to get rid of these books

He almost does too like he was this close to ripping them up but instead he sees one last thing that makes him stop, he looks at the back of the book and sees your picture thanking your readers for the support along with telling them that you’re going to move onto other things but he doesn’t care much for that as he keeps staring at the picture

Is it just him or do you look just like how he envisioned the Main Character to look?

And now that he really thinks about it too… Is it just him or did the group seem eerily similar to the Whitebeard Pirates?

I mean the right hand man is a bird and the group leader is described as being as big as a whale plus a gun slinging cross dresser, a cook with a pompadour, and a narcoleptic with fire powers? There’s no way

He goes back and reads the book that introduced to the series and he sees even more similarities however whether they’re actually there or not is up to you but lord knows that it’s unintentional if it’s true

With this, Whitebeard basically has a lightbulb go off in his head as it’s clear to him now that you’re the youngest member of their family and he needs to go find you as clearly you’re in an unhappy relationship and just want to come home to Pops and your brothers

Well don’t worry as Pops is coming and he’s bringing the family who with some brief convincing have wound up just as deluded as Whitebeard is as they all really think that you’re some kind of lost member of their family

It’s gonna take a while to find you like I’d give it about a week at the least but a month at the most, he’s coming for you and it’s not like anyone can stop him as no matter what island you’re living on and no matter who it belongs to, he’s still coming

When he finds where you are, prepare to be almost immediately hauled off back to the ship with your screams and thrashes being shushes like you’re some kind of child throwing a temper tantrum

“We’re here to help you, stop thrashing!!” “Don’t you recognize us, *MC’s Name*?! We’re your family!!” “Quit screaming already, we’re taking you home!!”

Literally no matter what you do, there’s no chance once they’ve found you as you’ll be hauled back to the ship like you’re some kind of treasure then once they’re done on the island they’ll be sailing out into open waters so even if there was a chance now there’s -10000% chance of escape

Chances are that a big party is going to be held on the ship in celebration of you finally being back with them even though you were never here in the first place, everyone’s having the time of their lives though and no one is listening when you try to ask to be set free

You attempt to jump overboard and swim to safety while no one looks but I’d like to see you try as you’ll likely be found before you can even get close to the edge and if you do make it then you’ll be pulled up within seconds

You’re going absolutely nowhere and the only thing that you can convince them of is to at least use your real name when they talk to you

Honestly as well, something in me says that you should prepare to be babied as you’re the youngest sibling and you can’t even fight plus they haven’t seen you in so long like Whitebeard claims you were like that big when he last saw you

Like imagine going from a life of independence and doing things on your own to never being left alone and having people do a lot for you like you aren’t even allowed near the stove as you might burn yourself according to Thatch

You should just let them take care of everything for you now, they’ll take good care of you and someday when they deem that you can get married then they’ll help you find a suitable person that they approve of and who treats you right

You’re allowed to do some things for yourself like bathroom stuff and getting changed but other than that, it’s honestly a wonder to you that they don’t also have you wearing footie pajamas with a pacifier in your mouth considering the way that they treat you

Even if you attempt to bring up your problems with this to Pops and request to leave, Whitebeard will simply say that he’ll think about it but always he’ll get back to you under an hour and tell you no as you’re staying like this plus you’re not going anywhere

Why would you want to go anywhere anyways? They can give you everything that you’ve ever wanted or needed right here on the Moby Dick, you should be really grateful that they’re doing this for you as they found you and rescued you after all this time

I wouldn’t recommend trying to raise a big stink about wanting to leave either as it’ll likely just be seen as a temper tantrum by the Whitebeard Pirates which will just get you an early nap time like imagine being scooped up in this man’s hand and forced to take a long nap on his chest because clearly you’re fussy from sleepiness

Now you might think that you have a chance of getting away when you hear that Whitebeard dies and the Whitebeard Pirates get scattered by Blackbeard like you definitely feel sympathy for them but this could also be your chance at freedom

Yeah, no sorry… Marco is definitely not letting you go ever after what happened like you’re on such a short leash that it’s practically non-existent like hell, I can see him legitimately child leashing you in public…

Also dating and getting married someday is completely out the window now like if someone takes even the slightest interest in you, Marco is going to scare them off so there’s no chance for you to ever escape

Your fate was sealed the exact moment that Whitebeard picked up one of your books, you’re his youngest child and you’re not leaving your family ever even when he’s gone…

The family will be together forever even if they have to put you on a child leash…

#minors dni #yandere #yandere one piece #the rain talks back #reader insert #pages au #read the trigger warnings #one piece #yandere male #platonic yandere #Familial Yandere #Yandere Whitebeard #Platonic Yandere Whitebeard #Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Pirates

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thunderous-mess · 4 months

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Endless Curse

Kaveh POV - First person.

Words: 558

Ship: N/A

Characters: Kaveh (mentions of Alhaitham, Cyno and unnamed character)

TW/CW: Mentions of blood, murder and violence.

Summary: He is not to blame, but that doesn't change that Kaveh just murdered someone. And now he has to live with it.

Notes: Found this in my drafts. What was I thinking when I wrote it? No idea but it must see the light of day the internet.

Haitham.

Oh, Haitham.

At all times it is exactly when I need you that you feel the furthest away.

I fought plenty of times. Eremites, fungi, you name it, I've done it.

Yet it is now that my bloody hands feel the dirtiest, heaviest.

Was it easy for you? Did this blood ever dry? Did it disappear?

Cyno, my friend.

It’s only now that I understand your pain. Your silences and the void in your heart.

How can you still walk with the pressure of a life’s end dragging you, bringing you to the floor, so dense, so heavy?

Tell me, do we ever heal? Does it get easier?

Because this blood seems to slowly be turning into metal. Heavy. And I'm sinking, covered with it.

Will someone come save me? Drag me out of this pit even if I don't deserve salvation?

Everything is that red I always praised. I've covered it all.

It hurts. It hurts a lot. Not this damned hurt body, but within. It hurts in chunks and fragments of my soul I had forgotten, unseen.

It hurts like scorching coal, burning everything inside.

I’m on fire.

I am broken and emptied with the blowing wind that takes what’s left of me far where no one will find it.

But if I’m so empty, why does it hurt so much?

There's only this dirty red covering me from sight, tainted red inside and outside.

I know what they would say 'It wasn't your fault.', 'You're alive and that's what matters.'

But I, oh, I... I have sent a soul to an unknown destiny. One even I am afraid to face.

How can I resume life? Please someone tell me. Please tell me, because if I was in the right, why does it hurt so much?

I know I’m not the first. Many have faded in other’s arms. I've heard many stories, but they never trembled like this when they told them.

Their life never looked like an earthquake. Their breath was always firm and steady as always. The sure and strong words of survivors. But I don't even know where is my voice.

Will I heal like them? Or did they never break at all?

Cyno, Haitham, please tell me. Tell me I can feel whole again, because I’m losing too much of me.

I think I heard it, crying and calling out my name, but now it only feels like a numb sound that may be heard or may too be completely silent.

But why.

Why do I close my eyes and cry?

I should face it. I must tattoo this red in my soul. I need to remember.

No. No. I shouldn’t cry. There's no one to cry for anymore.

I am numb, Haitham.

Tell me, am I crying? Screaming?

What have I become?

Cyno, can't you hear it? It's the sounds of myself breaking. My whole being. Into little pieces. Dust. Scattered dirt that can't be brought back together.

Tell me, did this red ever dry for you? Did it disappear?

How did you stay whole?

Tell me, please tell me, because I can't see a tomorrow now.

I'm stained. Inside and outside. That same crimson red I always loved now can’t be washed away.

It’s vomitive.

I have become a monster, and I don't know how to live with it.

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This Is Pleasure by Mary Gaitskill - Review

rating: ⭐⭐ (2.5)

This is pleasure is about Quin, a man who has been accused by several women of sexual assault and Margot, a friend of his who is trying to make sense of the accusations.

We get a perspective of both POVs, Quin’s and Margot’s. We see how both of them try to excuse the behavior as “normal”, and while Quin shows no remorse that doesn’t apply to Margot.

This book discusses interesting topics such as “what is considered sexual assault?”; “How far does consent go?”; “What does it mean for the women associated with the accused to remain by their side?”; “Are these women victims themselves?” and it does show that these cases are not black and white, there’s a lot of grey areas, especially regarding the women associated with these men.

With that being said. What did I just read?

“You didn’t touch her, did you? I mean, sexually?” I had not. Just sometimes on the shoulder, or around the waist. Maybe on the knee or the hip. Affection. Not sex. (…) She said, “If it wasn’t sexual, you don’t have anything to worry about.” “But it could be made to sound sexual. Or just—she claims it cost her months of therapy bills.” Margot laughed again, more meanly—I’m not sure at whom.

The book props the question: What is sexual assault? But never really bothers to answer it. The reader has to draw their own conclusion. Of course that, we as women, know that the interaction above that the two characters are referring to is sexual assault. However who is this book for? If it doesn’t go deeper than the surface on the topic, nor does it answer the questions it proposes, so again I ask who is this book for? Not for women, because we know what these things are, and not for men because it won’t teach them anything, as these questions are unanswered I remain confused.

We could spend whole lunches analyzing her behavior, particularly why she wouldn’t let him stroke her back or even take her elbow to guide her through a room. It was the same conversation, over and over: I lectured about respect and boundaries; he wondered how someone could be so “precious” about herself and declared that he would never refuse the needs of a friend.

Is this book supposed to encourage us, as women to explain to our male friends that we do not welcome foreign touch and why that’s weird? Odd message to send, but I digress. Margot goes to absolute lenghts to justify Quin’s repeated weird behavior towards women. It’s truly horrifying to read. The internalised misogyny really shines in this book (which is one of the most interesting parts in my opinion).

When I say to my colleagues that the women should have just told Quin to stop, that I had told him to stop and had made him stop, they inevitably tell me that the power was disproportionately his, and that even if in theory the women could have pushed back they should not be expected to, they shouldn’t have to.

At least we have a little development in this topic, but it’s never explored further because the book just ends. I really believe the book could have been longer (and i never say this) because it would’ve been more fleshed out and could start really interesting conversations that way.

I still leaned on him for support and counsel. I was like the women who didn’t stop him and who acted like his friends even as they grew angrier and angrier. It wasn’t because he had more power than I did; that didn’t really matter. And it wasn’t because I’m like a horse. I don’t know why I behaved the way I did, and I kept doing it; he kept doing it.

To me the conclusion Margot reaches is the best part of the book even though it left me wanting more. The book proposes many questions but only answers to one: “Are these women associated with the abusers ,victims themselves?”

However its still lacking because this only goes on for a page and this was the crucial part of the novel.

Being in Quin’s head was interesting as it was disgusting, it gives us great insight into the mind of an abuser who is able to manipulate all the people around him. However it doesn’t matter because in the end he suffers little consequences. Yes he’s fired but the narrative is constantly arguing with the reader that it is wrong, that despite everything he’s a good man. The end of the book was just … no I’m still mad.

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