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nottsangel · 7 months

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after dark — r.c.

pairing: ghostface!rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: smut 18+, unprotected sex, dubcon, violence, blood, murder, knife play, mask kink, hair pulling, spanking, cursing, toxic, controlling, manipulative and possessive behaviour, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, creampie, degradation, face slapping, dacryphilia, breeding kink

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summary: the bloodlust killer that has been terrorising the town could be closer to you than you might think.

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“Rafe?” you called out to your boyfriend who was attentively watching the TV from beside you on the couch, a deep sense of unease and concern in your voice. “Yeah, baby?” he replied, his eyes still glued to the screen as his warm hand moved to your thigh, giving it a squeeze to let you know that he was listening. “I’m… I’m scared” you murmured with your brows knitted, referring to the news report about a killer being on the loose, terrorising the entire town for weeks now. They played footage taken from a Ring doorbell camera that showed him wearing a black and white mask, identical to the one from the Scream movies to hide his identity, along with a full black outfit.

So far, there has been an estimated five victims, all of them male. Men between the ages of nineteen and twenty-six who are university students were the killer's primary target, it seemed. You were familiar with all of them— you had worked on group projects with a number of these people and even tutored two of them, helping them with subjects that you excelled at to earn some extra cash. To sum up, you saw all of the murdered male students regularly. Fear prickled over your skin as the reporter revealed more shocking details about the murders.

Rafe turned to face you, an empathetic smile swept across his handsome face as he moved closer to you, the palm of his warm hand resting on your cheek as he looked at you with his sparkling blue eyes. “Don’t be scared baby. You know I’ll take care of you, alright? I won’t ever let anything happen to my sweet girl” You fidgeted with your hands and looked down, letting his words sink in. Rafe always took care of you, ensuring that you were happy and healthy— he’d do anything for you. For the first time ever, though, you were unsure if Rafe could truly protect you from a bloodlust killer who has murdered men even bigger, stronger and more athletic than Rafe.

He looked off into the distance, thinking deeply as he released a hesitating breath, “Look, why don’t you stay with me here? Hmm? It’s too dangerous out there for a pretty girl like you. You’ll be safe here, I promise” you met his eyes again and nodded, feeling relieved that you can be with him every minute of the day.

Every minute of the day, that is, unless you were in class, because school life didn’t pause. Why it didn’t was a mystery to you, but the police stated that they had everything under control, which you found hard to believe. It made you feel anxious to be distanced from Rafe during those times. You not only feared for yourself, but for him as well. It became impossible to concentrate in class. Knowing that anyone could become the next victim sent your mind into overdrive. No one was safe.

You took your phone out of your pocket and opened iMessage, scrolling through your conversations before tapping your and Rafe’s. You occasionally glanced up quickly to make sure the teacher wasn't watching you before typing a message.

You: I miss you so much :( Are you okay?

Rafe 💞: Miss you more, my pretty girl. I’m alright, just hanging out with Top.

His words still made you blush, your cheeks heating up as a tiny smile formed on your face before you quickly looked up, checking if anyone saw you texting. The teacher is lost in her own world, going over theories while you see several other students on their phones as well, evidently bored by the contents of the class. You returned your focus to your phone and started typing a new message.

You: Be careful, okay? I’m scared…

Rafe 💞: Baby, I won’t let anything happen to you, got it? You know I have your location on my phone. I will keep an eye on you. Buy yourself some pretty lingerie and I will help you relax when you get home ;)

Rafe Cameron transferred $500 to your bank account.

Your eyes grew wide before you let out a chuckle at how easily he gives you money when you don’t even need it. You hastily typed a ‘thank you’ message and slipped your phone back into your pocket with a giddy smile on your face before the teacher could notice you.

When class finally ended for the day, you felt a wave of relief, especially since John B, one of your friends, offered to walk you home—well, to Rafe's house. You and John B used to be closer, hanging out multiple times a week, but Rafe’s possessive and jealous nature doesn’t allow you to anymore. Even though you don’t hang out with him now, he still checks in on you from time to time, showing you that he still cares about you, which you appreciate a lot. When you first started dating, John B openly expressed his dislike for Rafe. Despite your numerous attempts to convince him that Rafe genuinely does take great care of you, John B couldn’t be convinced. Their animosity towards one another runs too deep.

The two of you were walking side to side as you approached Rafe's street, wandering by large villas with breathtaking front gardens. John B didn't appear in the least bit afraid or worried and you couldn’t understand why. Everyone, including yourself, was terrified, not daring to go outside unless needed. You eyed him with confusion as you were thinking it over, which he seemed to catch on right away. “What? Do I have something on my face?” he asked, a smile appearing on his face as he continued walking. “Are you not scared, John B?” You asked with curiosity. A small chuckle left his mouth before he shook his head, “Scared? Have you seen him? He wears a silly costume from some dumb movie.” It went silent for a while as you were at a loss for words, wondering how someone could not be afraid of a murderer.

John B soon ended the silence before you could go further into the topic, “Hey, remember when we rehearsed for that play? And we had to dance together and you-“ he laughs while holding his stomach, pausing for a moment to collect himself before continuing, “and you fell and ripped your clothes?” You felt your face heat up and an embarrassed smile crossed your lips before you hit him in the arm. Those were the memories you did not want to relive, embarrassing yourself in front of numerous students and staff members. “Oh stop it! First of all, it wasn’t even that funny and secondly, completely your fault, by the way” You responded, defending yourself but unable to hide your laughter.

“It went like this” John B said before he lifted you up and spun you around, causing you to scream and laugh hysterically. “Stop! I-“ you tried to yell at him but you were laughing too hard, your abdominal muscles hurting. You two giggled as he gently set you back down on the ground before you turned your gaze towards Rafe’s house and your face dropped instantly. Rafe was waiting for you, leaning against the doorframe and standing with his arms crossed, a stern expression on his face as he looked at you both.

You swallowed and gathered yourself quickly before putting on a forced smile and turning to face John B. But John B was staring back at Rafe with an equally as intimidating look on his face, so much so that he stopped noticing you. “Thank you for taking me home. I appreciate it” you said, attempting to defuse the tension before moving slowly in Rafe's direction— but both their eyes didn’t leave each other for a second. Every muscle in your body tightened and the tension in the air was apparent.

You walked up to Rafe, ascending the stairs to his enormous home's front door. “H-hi baby, missed you” you spoke as you drew nearer to him, a whiff of his signature cologne filling your nose. You looked back at John B and saw him heading to his own home, thankfully. Rafe rolled his eyes before he turned around and made his way inside the house. As you nervously followed him and silently shut the door behind you, your brows pinched in concern.

“Baby?” you whispered, trailing after Rafe into the house as you watched his back, his muscles prominent through the tight shirt he was wearing. “Are you angry at me?” You asked in a low voice, worried about the answer. He turned around and came up to you, his large hands cupping your face as he stared directly into your eyes. “I could never be angry at you, sweet girl. You’re my everything. Don’t ever forget that, alright?” he said before you nodded, a wave of relief instantly washing over you. He kissed you on the forehead and you closed your eyes to take in the moment, feeling lucky to have such a caring and sweet boyfriend, you thought. But then the night fell.

“Fuck! No, no, no!” A terrible nightmare about the killer had you breathing heavily when you woke up in the middle of the night. You immediately sat up straight, your chest heaving up and down as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “Rafe?” You called out, desperate for his comfort and affection.

After a short while, there was still no response. Still feeling a little disoriented, your brows knitted as you attempted to sort through your thoughts. But something felt off. You extended your arm around the bed but there was nothing but pillows next to you. This is when you started to feel a little panicked and horrible thoughts pierced your mind like needles jabbing at your skin. “Rafe?!” you called out again in fear, a little louder this time with still no response. You hastily turned on the light, a perplexed frown appearing on your face. The bed was empty. Rafe was usually a very deep sleeper so waking up in the middle of the night wasn’t anything like him. You pushed the blanket off of yourself and stood up, turning off the light again before carefully leaving the room to investigate the situation.

The only sound you could hear as you wandered around his house was the clock ticking as you made your way to the stairs, slowly walking down. His enormous house was terrifying at night, your trembling, sweaty hand gripping the railing tightly. You gasped at hearing heavy footsteps coming from the kitchen downstairs. Tears started forming in your eyes, afraid that anything had happened to Rafe. Scenarios played in your head of the killer entering the house and taking Rafe, torturing him or even worse, murdering him.

When you got to the bottom of the stairs, you took your time making your way to the kitchen while holding your breath. The footsteps became louder now as you approached the person. You were so scared and worried about what you might find behind the wall that tears were streaming down your face. You approached the kitchen cautiously and peeked inside. It took you a few blinks to get used to the darkness, but you exhaled deeply in relief when you saw Rafe in the kitchen, unharmed. Thank god. You reasoned that he must have gotten hungry or wanted to grab a glass of water. You hurried into the kitchen to hug him tight and take him back into bed immediately.

“Rafe? Baby? I saw you weren’t in bed so I-“ you began, feeling relieved to see your boyfriend standing in front of you before your jaw fell as you stood there, unblinking, trying to process what you were seeing. “Rafe…” You gulped and stared in horror, taking in the black and white mask he was holding in addition to the fresh blood on his body. You blinked a few times, thinking you must be still in a dream, but that wasn’t the case— Rafe was still standing in front of you, equally as shocked before he slowly approached you.

“I can explain” He whispered softly, wary of what to say. His expression showed panic as he hurriedly placed the mask down on the table. “Okay, okay, it’s all good. We got this” he mumbled to himself as he rubbed his temples, letting out a frustrating moan. Fear coursed through your body as you stood there motionless and terrified. “Baby, listen, alright? Sometimes-“ he began, pacing around the kitchen at this point, “Sometimes things just gotta happen. We don’t always have a choice, got that? And- and, I just gotta protect you- gotta protect you from all those bad men who wanna take you away.” Your legs felt weak and all kinds of emotions shot through your body. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t do anything. Your breathing quickened as Rafe continued his ramblings. “I just- I just can’t let that happen, alright? You’re my sweet and innocent girl. I can’t let anyone take you from me, never.”

Your trembling hand moved to your mouth and your eyes grew wide when it finally clicked whose blood it was on Rafe. “Rafe? Is that…” you gulped, secretly hoping you were wrong. “Is that John B’s blood?” he turned around quickly and locked eyes with you. “Baby, you know I didn’t have a choice, okay? I had to do it. I need to protect you, protect you from all the evil in this world” He said, trying his best to convince you. You blinked a few times, tears streaming down your face as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. Everything was difficult for you, your head hurting. But you loved Rafe. He was everything to you. He took care of you. He looked after you. In the end, he was the one who was always there for you no matter what. You needed him. You wiped the tears from your face using your shirt's sleeve and glanced back at him, nodding. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and you could see the relief immediately wash over him.

“But…“ Your heart was pounding out of your chest and your mind was racing with a gazillion thoughts. “But what if anyone saw you?” Taking the mask off the table, Rafe covered his head with it. “That’s what this is for” he said, his voice muffled by the mask. You looked him up and down, examining every inch of him, from the ghostface mask to his blood-covered body, the muscles emphasised by his tight outfit. Fuck. You felt something happening inside of you. It wasn't worry or fear— it was something else. Rafe’s masked head tilted as he stared at you, trying to read your expression.

“Wait a minute…” he began, moving closer, “I know that look” Rafe chuckled and he approached you slowly as you took a step back with each step he took forward before your lower back hit the kitchen counter. His face came closer to yours as your breath hitched. He reached over to the kitchen counter beside you, grabbing the knife from next to you and putting it under your chin to lift your head up. “You dirty fucking slut. I see what’s happening here” His face drew nearer, whispering into your ear, “you’re turned on by this.”

“W-What?” you said, trying to sound confused but you couldn’t deny it, you knew he was right. The pointy end of the knife slightly dug into your skin. Instead of feeling scared, you could feel your core aching for him. “Don’t act stupid. God, you’re even more fucked up in that little head of yours than I thought” Rafe chuckled before he took the knife from under your chin and slipped both hands under your ass, hauling you up quickly and tossing you over his shoulder with ease while holding the knife in his hand. You let out a small squeal before he walked you both towards the bedroom.

“Tonight, I’m gonna have to show you who the fuck you belong to.” Rafe stated in a low voice through his mask, causing you to feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You felt ashamed, as well as a horrible person. Your skin was stained with blood at this point— John B’s blood. But as much as he was your friend, Rafe was your boyfriend, your caregiver, your everything. And you started to think that maybe… maybe he was right. Maybe you need someone to protect you, to keep the bad men away. Maybe Rafe saw something in John B that you didn’t— in the end, you knew Rafe only ever wanted the best for you. You both loved each other forever and always, and apparently, that went as far as killing for you.

Rafe threw you onto the bed after pushing open the door to his bedroom and shutting it behind him. You slightly bounced on the bed before you turned around, resting on your elbows as you looked at him with big, innocent eyes. He stood in front of you, his arms folded and the moonlight seeping through the cracks of the blinds, illuminating your boyfriend’s menacing demeanour— the blood-stained black and white mask, a knife gripped in his right hand, and the slightly torn black outfit, indicating that John B tried to fight for his life. The only features of your boyfriend’s face visible were his blue eyes, gazing directly at you.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and listen to me, alright?” he said, with a harsh and intimidating tone. You nodded as you swallowed, anticipation raging through your body. He slightly tilted his masked head, thinking about what he was going do with you till an idea struck. He approached you slowly, footsteps heavy due to his boots. His right hand played with the knife, showing that he had plans with it. He leaned over you when he was close enough, then slid the knife under your shirt. Gazing at him with wide eyes, you gasped as he quickly tore apart your clothes, leaving you only in your bra and underwear.

“Prettiest fucking girl I have ever seen. Fuck, I am so lucky.” He now placed the knife under the straps of your bra and sliced it open, then he did the same to your underwear and tossed it aside. You let out a small whine, and he turned to face you immediately. “That… that was my favourite set” You sulked as you gazed at the shredded lingerie set lying on the floor. Rafe simply chuckled before he gripped your face forcefully, turning you to look at him. “Don’t be fucking dumb, you know I can buy you every single lingerie set that you want in the whole fucking world.”

Before you could say anything else, he grabbed your body and turned you around, placing you on your hands and knees with your ass facing him. You were soaking at this point, your wetness dripping onto the mattress. You suddenly felt the cold knife against your core, gathering the wetness as you shivered and tried to remain motionless. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re dripping. You could’ve just told me you had some fucked up kink for killers, you know. Would’ve made it a lot easier for me” Rafe taunted, and you just knew he was smirking under that mask.

“Grip the sheets baby, maybe even bite them if you need to. Dunno how high your pain tolerance is.” he said, causing you to worry for a moment as your hands clutched the sheets under you. “But I guess we’re about to find out.” He slapped your ass swiftly before you felt the sharp knife against the skin of your ass, digging into the flesh. Your eyes closed and your teeth clenched together as you hissed at the sensation.

“R… A…” he began, as he carved his name into your skin. “It- it hurts” you cried out as you gripped the sheets. “Nuh-uh, not done yet. F…” he continued, unaffected by your whines and pleads. “E…” When he was done, he stood back to admire his work of art. “All done. Looks pretty good if I say so myself.” he said with a satisfied tone. Your eyes began to well up with tears as a result of the stinging in your skin. “All fucking mine.” He said before throwing the knife on the ground.

“On your knees in front of me. Now” he ordered, and you didn’t waste a second before you were sitting on your knees on the ground, gazing up at him through your eyelashes. His gloved hand brushed over your face before gripping your chin, “You are nothing but my dirty whore. Got that? My property. And I will kill anyone that gets in the way.” You nodded, feeling desperate for him. He undressed himself, leaving him completely naked except for the mask on his face. You observed him— the muscles on his toned body, the blood splatters, his hard cock leaking precum. You needed him.

“Make yourself useful for once” he growled, before slapping your cheek and causing you to hiss. “Suck.” was all he said as he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you towards him. You started by swirling your tongue over the tip and around the length of his shaft, causing him to throw his head back and grunt. He became impatient quickly, as he pushed your head further down, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “Juuust like that, princess, doing so good for me.”You were momentarily taken aback by his sweet words, but you weren’t unfamiliar with his mood swings. You knew what to do to get him to praise you— being a good girl and doing what he says, at all times. You never wanted to disagree with Rafe or reject him. You'd go to any lengths for him.

“Holy fuck” he growled as you continued bobbing your head, saliva running down your face. He had a strong grip on your hair as he fucked your face while you held on to his thighs. He let out a grunt before shoving you off him right before he could cum, sending you stumbling backwards a little. He gestured with his head for you to get back on the bed as he grabbed the knife from the ground. You hurriedly returned to the bed and waited for him on your hands and knees before he positioned himself behind you. He then slapped your ass, making you cry out as the cuts from earlier made it sting even more.

“Aww, does that hurt, princess?” he asked, running a hand over the spot he had just slapped as you nodded, trying to hold back the tears that were starting to well up in your eyes. “But my girl can handle that, right?” he said as he teased your core with his fingers. “My girl can handle anything, as long as she got me.” he unexpectedly slipped a finger into you, causing you to moan out at the feeling. He moved in and out before adding another one, pushing his fingers knuckles deep into you. You arched your back as he curled his fingers and moved them against your g-sport skilfully. Rafe was amazing at fingering, making you squirt and cum countless times. But he quickly pulled out before you could even feel your release nearing, causing you to whine. “I know baby, I know. But I need you to cum around my cock, alright?”

He grabbed your hips and positioned himself at your entrance before he pushed into you in one quick thrust without any warning. You gasped as he buried himself into you balls deep. “Always so fucking tight. Fuuuck” Rafe groaned as he watched his cock disappear into your body. He wasted no time by thrusting in and out of you right away as he stretched you out completely. You felt a hint of pain but it was soon overpowered by pleasure. He set a steady and rough rhythm, massaging your walls perfectly.

“You’re gonna be mine forever, got that? No one will ever get to touch you.” he said as he gripped a handful of your hair and yanked your head towards him. He took the knife from beside him, but you were too cock-drunk to even notice it while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You unexpectedly felt the icy blade against your throat, causing you to gasp. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.” he whispered into your ear, his voice muffled because of the mask as he continued his brutal thrusts along with the sharp knife against your throat. You felt your release building as your wetness trickled down the sides of your thigh. His cock felt so deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“Gonna cum so fucking deep inside of you, sweet girl, you’re gonna be leaking my cum for days.” he growled with one hand firmly gripping your hip and the other holding the knife. “Even better if a baby starts growing in that pretty body of yours, so I can fully claim you as mine.” His words made you even more aroused and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release. “I’m c-close” was all you could manage to say as you heard him groan from under the mask.

“Cum for me. Cum all over my cock like the dirty slut you are” his words were enough to push you over the edge as your orgasm washed over you, causing you to see stars and your body to shake. You cried out with your mouth agape as you clenched around his cock. “Good fucking girl”

You could feel his hips stagger and lose rhythm, knowing he was close as well. One last powerful thrust and you could feel his warm cum painting your walls, milking every last drop of his seed inside of you. The grip on your hips tightened, nails digging into your skin as he rode out his high. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he cursed while panting. You collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You attempted to get up but rafe quickly stopped you, gazing at you through the mask.

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” he chuckled, before flipping you onto your back and caging you between his arms, “Round two, princess.”

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wyniepooh · 6 months

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Snow

snow rarely falls in district twelve. but when it does, it always takes something, or someone away with him.

peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x district!reader. reader meets snow at the hob in district twelve. Written with blonde buzzcut white tee blue uniform and dog tag in mind ofc. In which reader peaks an unhinged corio’s interest post lucy gray… whether it’s a pure or toxic interest is up to u babe (but it’s meant to be a lil toxic okay).

“You can’t be here if you’re not gonna dance. Or drink.”

A flash of blonde swished towards you, so bright it seemed to reflect even under the dim light.

“excuse me?”

You chuckled as you stepped into the corner he was hiding in, hopping onto the stool and grabbing two pints of the watered-down beer before sticking an arm out. his arms remained crossed, eyes focused on into the bubbling liquid.

“Oh, come on, mr. peacekeeper. You’re off duty. I won’t tell,” you teased, winking with a chuckle.

his lips thinned in an attempt to smile, and he finally grabbed the glass from your hand. you took a sip, using the opportunity to scour the quiet man in front of you. peacekeeper, obviously. if the classic blue uniform and dog tag didn't give it away, the buzzcut identical to an array of people in the room certainly did.

Although, his hair was a brilliant shade of blonde, white, almost, forcing a separation from him and the rest of his comrades.

you set your cup down, wiping your mouth with the frilly sleeve of your dress. "so, why aren't you dancing?"

he opened his mouth, then closed it. you raised your eyebrows, chuckling lightly at his wooden expression. "well?"

He sighed. “I’m leaving this district tomorrow. I've been reassigned to district two," he finally spoke. "I'm here because they," he swiped a hand over at the men behind him, "wanted to celebrate. I don’t… care for it."

you blew out an annoyed breath, rolling your eyes lightly at his response. his eyes squinted, silently assessing the way you gulped down the last of your drink and the way in which you brushed your tongue over your lips.

"you're looking at this all wrong..." you paused.

"coriolanus."

you grinned, "...coriolanus."

you hopped off the wooden stool, patting down your fluffy skirt. "you think they have bars like this in district two? you think they have beer, music, and dancing like this over in that fancy district?"

"well, I assume-"

"Well, stop assuming,” you ran your hands through your hair, staring into his blue eyes as you strode in his direction. “And simply live. You never know what might happen. tonight's your last chance to celebrate in the best district there is, corio. your last chance to dance, drink..."

going on your toes be at level with his face, you stepped even closer, close enough to smell his freshly washed shirt and feel his slow breaths on your eyelashes.

"...kiss," you whispered. the corners of his lips perked up ever so slightly, his blue eyes glossy from the flickering candles. you backed away with your eyes still locked together, only looking away when you slotted your way into the expanding dance circle in the middle of the room.

you laughed and yelled as you twirled and tapped your feet, linking arms with the seamstress you always see at the supermarket, holding the hands of the baker that always snuck you an extra muffin. when the lively music finally came to an end, you instinctively looked in his direction-- but he was no longer there, cup still half full on the worn-down table.

Wiping your forehead with a cloth, you panted as you opened the door leading to the outside. you relished in the cool breeze, feeling an immediate relief from the humid dancing quarters. you looked to your right, and there you spotted the same shimmering blonde hair, the same shiny blue eyes making their mark on you.

your feet were moving before you even realized. when you neared him, he looked down at you with an unexplainable gaze in his eyes, hands clenched by his side.

you opened your mouth to speak, but your words never got a chance to escape. In one moment, you were close enough to touch the brick wall in front of you with your hand, and in the next, your back was up against the prickly surface.

He inhaled sharply before he pressed his lips against yours, his fingers skimming your chin as yours grazed the back of his head. you couldn’t help but smile at the bitter taste of beer still on his tongue, pushing his head harshly against your mouth while you relaxed against the wall.

his lips lingered on yours for a long moment before he pulled away.

"snow," he breathed against the flesh of your lips.

you scoffed, still dazed and breathless. "what?-"

"coriolanus snow."

you slowly reached for the silver tag dangling around his neck, turning it around to observe the cold metal. "if you ever come to the capit-"

"I am never going to the-"

his hand came up to clutch your hand, which was still latching onto his chain tightly. "if you ever come to the capitol..."

pressing his forehead against yours, his other hand danced along your waist while he pulled your chin closer to him again.

"come find me.”

a/n: hey guys... did I just write a pic about president snow? yeah I did. I would like to formally apologize to katniss, finnick, peeta, johanna, etc and suzanne collins I’m sorry but I’m just a girl

Btw everyone I’ve only ever seen the movies n have never read any of the books (shame on me ik but I’m planning on it) so pls excuse any inaccuracies in setting, timeline, etc, etc.

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happysharkintensifies · 1 year

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Booktok makes me sick, not just because of all the shitty books. It's the prevalence, no, the celebration, of toxic masculinity. Every single booktok book features some variation on the same man. And without fail, against all sensible reason, these characters are portrayed as handsome and charismatic and desirable.

It makes me sick when these authors hold up these toxic, predatory traits and put them on a pedestal as some kind of Ideal Man.

It makes me sick when their aggressiveness and possessiveness is treated as romantic. It makes me sick when these shitty men forcibly grab women, invade their personal spaces, and render them helpless by 'purring' in their ears, every. single. fucking. time.

It makes me sick that these misogynistic, heteronormative, and hypermasculine social conventions keep appearing in so-called feminist literature.

Strip away the idealized elements and you have what is basically the rich, white, cishet, alpha-male archetype. He's tall, usually six feet, physically fit and muscular with obligatory six pack abs, and conventionally handsome, with a chiseled jawline. He's usually clean-shaven, and any hair he may have on his body is minimal. He maintains composure at all times and rarely shows anxiety or uncertainty. He exudes raw charisma and charm and navigates social spaces effortlessly.

His hobbies, if he has any, are stereotypically masculine. When it comes to sex, he's confident, skilled, exclusively dominant, and always knows what to do without communicating with his partner. The sex he enjoys is usually rough, animalistic and overpowering. He may have been with several women in the past, and he may be regarded as a sex god, both in-universe and out.

His toxic traits are rarely portrayed as negative. But when they are, they're usually held up as some edgy, anti-hero persona and the reader is inevitably manipulated into sympathizing with him. He'll be portrayed as a tortured, wounded animal, and his female love interest (and, by proxy, the reader) will decide on some variation of 'I can fix him'.

He is essentially the unrealistic standard the ideal Proper Man; the one that men are expected to emulate, and that women are expected to swoon over.

But what really irks me is the lost potential.

If there are men who don't fit into this mold, they are depicted as pathetic, ineffectual, or any number of negative traits.

The narrative quietly and passive-aggressively mocks them and portray them as boring and un-sexy.

After all, is this the kind of man who will bravely swoop in and sweep a helpless woman off her feet? Of course not. Such men are boys. Wimps. Cowards.

These books are supposed to be fantasy: a genre in which easily anything can be explored. If faeries, magic, and contrived mating bonds can exist, then why can't we also have male characters who exist outside the stereotypical, hypermasculine mold?

Why is it that we can have so many fantastical, impossible, and wondrous magical forces, creatures, and peoples, but we can't have men who aren't possessive, abusive, or controlling?

Why is it that male characters, have to be so innately dominant, abusive, and violent? Why do they have to be so fit and muscular and strong?

Even worse, why is it treated as something that is so natural, so inescapable, even in the realm of fiction?

Where are the men who aren't tall and fit? Where are the men who don't have sculpted abs or chiseled jawlines? Where are the men who aren't lean and muscular?

Why can’t we have men who are skinny or overweight? Why can't we have men who aren't handsome or attractive, but just average looking? Why can't we have men who are shorter or just average height?

Why can't we have men with non-stereotypical hobbies? Why can't we have men who love to read, or paint, or write, or sing, or dance, or build model kits?

Why can’t we have men who are timid and shy? Why can't we have men who feel anxiety, fear, and sadness? Why can't we have men who aren't afraid of crying openly?

Why can't we have men who aren't sex gods? Why can't we have men who aren't confident in bed? Who are anxious, or even scared, at the prospect of sex? Who are passive instead of dominant? Who want to experience intimacy and affection?

Why can’t we have men be kind and gentle and sweet for once?

I'll tell you why we can't. Because booktok says men like these are not 'man' enough. Booktok says men like these are the 'boring' option, and completely devoid of interesting quirks, traits or personality. Booktok says men like these are underserving of attention, and only fit to be background noise.

As far as booktok is concerned, men like these can't exist.

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☆ SACRIFICE — incubus!gojo satoru 15.10.23

⟣ ──┈ · · · + summary ➢ “I now dedicate to you my life, devour me whole.” He said, never expecting an individual full of brightness and light could call for someone full of darkness like a criminal. “The darkness spilled by fate, it gave yours and to you, our sacrifice.”

⟣ ──┈ · · · + warnings ➢ mentions of killing, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, toxic attachment, curse spelling, overstimulation, breeding, marking, pussy slapping, manipulation… reblogs are super appreciated :)!

Have you ever had a dream where you find the love of your life? Perfect looks, perfect personality, the perfect boyfriend. But once you wake up, you feel that black hole full of… nothing.

He appears to you in a dream, just like he’s done every other night this week. Not one to remember your dreams, you found multiple things about these dreams odd: they featured the same man. You couldn’t explain it or why they felt so real, but you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t enjoy every minute of them.

They started like any other fantasy of yours, having the perfect boyfriend, perfect dates, perfect relationship. You swear his face is clearly visible in the dreams but once you wake up, he doesn’t only disappear but the memory of him too.

The man is beautiful. Comparable to a marble statue with pouty lips to match. His skin, the color of pure milk but not as white compared to his snowy hair– so smooth and silky, you relish the thought of running your hands up and down his bare back. The happy trail you could gaze at sometimes and lead you to his eyes– which hold enough sin in them for 15 men, even when just looking at you full of love.

He didn’t intend to fall in love, you were one of his other victims, just to kill some time and get his frustrations out of him.

But once he saw you in real life for the first time he knew he had to have you not only in his arms, but in his bed too. He’s sin incarnate, and you’re more than willing to fall into his trap.

But when he started seeing you going out with other men he swore he had to punish them– a punishment that defied fate. His arrogant oblivion and illusion takes out the worst of him. He knows he shouldn’t be this attached to a ‘useless monkey’ who was nothing to him and his species, but you got him trapped with just a small glance.

You didn’t even question it when he was in the first two or three dreams, but now that dream five is starting, your mind is definitely trying to figure out what’s going on. This time, you plan on asking him yourself.

Just like every other dream, you wake up from a deep slumber in your own bed. The only differences being the blood-red silk sheets and the matching empty walls that accompany them. No more beige cotton sheets and photos framed of your loved ones. They’re long gone. There’s no windows that showed the busy city you lived in, the park where you always went with him, where you learned things about him, and met him for the first time.

A soft, classical tune plays in the background somewhere, but the sound is anything but light. It’s deep, thrumming, touched with a darkness that seems to follow your pulse. It’s erotic, if you’re to find the correct word.

A hand caresses your lower calf, and you look toward the end of the bed. You find the blue eyed man staring at you with a sensuous gaze. There’s something about that look that is so… twisted?... so distant. You just want to throw all your inhibitions into the wind.

“Satoru..Who are you?” Or the question should be, what are you? You quietly ask him, and he cocks a brow at you.

“I’m your deepest desires. The ones that bury themselves in your subconscious.”

His voice is musical, melodic, and it almost makes you forget everything you want to say to him. Who cares about questions when this gorgeous being is standing in front of you, ready to fulfill your every desire?

His hand travels up your shin to your thigh with a light pressure as he crawls up the bed toward you. Your mouth slightly parts as you take in the divine sight, but questions still vaguely swim through your mind.

“Why do you feel so real?”

“Because I am real.” His hand travels up your thigh to your hip. A caress as soft as a breeze. “My touch is as real as yours.” He slowly leans down to kiss your stomach above your underwear you were wearing, your pajamas mysteriously disappeared. “My lips are as real as yours… and so is much, much more.”

“Where have I seen you before?” Your eyes fall closed as he slowly pulls your underwear down your body.

He takes his time to answer you, dropping the underwear somewhere behind him. “You haven’t, but I’ve seen you… Now, do you really want to waste time talking when I can do this?”

His hands reach under your knees and push your legs apart and up, and then his face sinks into your core. “Seriously— Like if I haven’t seen your deepest thoughts about me in that dirty brain of yours princess” He wastes no time as his tongue draws figures against your clit. He hums and lets his spit coat you, using it, along with your wetness, to glide two fingers inside of you.

“Let me live forever in you. You don’t need someone else, no other man will treat you like I do.”

You whimper and pant as his tongue does things against your body that you’ve never experienced before. His fingers curl up inside of you, rubbing against your g-spot with delicious friction. Your legs threaten to close against his head as the sensations take over your body but he was faster and slapped your sensitive lips– and he allows you to bury him there, so he can dine on your pussy even longer.

“I dedicate my life to you… You can devour me whole, I dedicate to you my life, consume my flesh and blood bae, c’mon”

Strange words came out of him, sometimes understandable and sometimes you swear is a language you have never heard before. A tingly feeling coming to your neck, the burning sensation was too sudden you couldn’t realize what it was.

Your orgasm approaches with quickness and you let it consume you because you know he’s far from done. You float on the blissful sensations that grab ahold of your mind, and when you come back down, you find him buried in the exact same spot.

He continues to eat you out like a man starved, ignoring your squirms when you become sensitive. He laps at your pussy like he’s got all the time in the world, and just when the tingling goes away, and it starts to feel amazing again, he pulls away.

He takes his fingers out of you and brings them up to his mouth, sticking them in and sucking your juices off. When his eyes roll into the back of his head at the taste, you swear you could cum again at the sight.

“You taste so divine,” he says as he pulls his fingers out. “Like a forbidden fruit I’m not supposed to have.” And he’s making a sacrifice– sacrificing his own life for you.

His words cause you to purr, and the sound only gets louder as he scooches up and kneels in between your legs– putting you into a mating press. His arms hook underneath your thighs, and he places you so that your calves rest on his shoulders. He leans forward, and you feel the tip of his cock pushing at your entrance.

He pushes in slowly, making sure you feel every thick, delicious inch of him until he’s fully buried in you. “Mmhh- B-Baby, it’s like your pussy was made f’me and only me” He fills you up so full and deeply that you swear you can feel him in your gut. Slowly, he begins thrusting into you, using your legs as leverage, so he can really snap his hips.

You moan as the sound of skin slapping fills the air and sends a thrill through you. You love the naughty sound, and all it does is spur you on more. Twisting your hands into the silky sheets below you, you fist them until your fingers cramp and let out all the words flowing through your mind.

“F–Ffffuck yes. Right there, baby.” He smirks at your words, and you feel an almost animalistic instinct take over you. You want hard. You want fast. You want to be so fused together, you’re almost inside of each other. “Oh Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“‘m ‘gonna fill you up s’good so you stay with me, dedicate you my life” The words come out almost as a growl, and his smirk only deepens, almost like he’s proud of himself for making you turn into this near-sex-craved being. He pays attention to your words, slamming into you harder, moving against you faster. It’s almost inhuman, but you have zero complaints.

His movements cause your orgasm to sneak up on you, and you climax so hard you forget your existence. Your mind attempts to pull itself back together, and the only thing that helps is the man’s grunts and groans of bliss.

You open your eyes to see his shining a bright crimson. They glow as he finishes inside of you and diminish as he calms down.You swear you could feel your closed eyelids fluster– Like lights going on and off outside this… dream? – He blinks a couple times as he stares at you, but you’re not afraid of what you’ve witnessed. You’re only more intrigued than you were before, and you can tell he senses that.

He slowly pulls out of you and lets your legs down with caution. A smirk adorns his face as he moves to hover over you, and you feel yourself innocently smile back.

“Tomorrow night. I’ll be waiting.” He leans down and softly kisses your lips.

Your eyes fall closed. When you open them again, you find things are back to normal. The man is gone with his red silks and walls, and your beige sheets and friendly faces greet you instead.

Turning your body to look at the time, you feel a strong ache in your core and the familiar soreness that often comes with sex. You furrow your brows, having no idea how this is possible, but close your eyes to fall back asleep. A smile graces your face as you think about tomorrow night.

#jjk smut #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x y/n #kinktober 2023

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===Yui Komori as an Idol Reverse Harem Headcanons===

Yui is known for her cuteness, she is really famous because of her aegyo as she doesn't look cringe while doing it.

Yui is one of the youngest idol in entertainment industry. She was 14 when she became a trainee and debuted at the age of 17.

Yui has a very shrill and gentle voice. Her vocals are good. She can hit high notes. She can also sing live.

Her dance is average. She is very good at doing gentle and elegant dances rather than fast and hip hop.

Yui has really soft and feminine beauty. Her visuals are compare to angel or doll because of her blonde hair, white skin and big eyes.

She doesn't dye her hair frequently but if she does, it's usually light colours like white, pink or highlights.

Her popularity shooted because of her performances in which she is dressed in a beautiful pink dress that matches her eyes and with a small crown adorning her hair. That performance caused her to get viral as people started comparing her to doll and her cute voice also caught attention of many people.

She has more fanboys (55%) than fangirls (45%).

Idol Yui works under Sakamaki cooperation whose head is Shu.

She has two manager Reiji and Ruki. Yui sometimes cries as both of them are strict and sometimes hard on her.

Ruki is incharge of taking care of her diet and her schedules. He is incharge of taking care of Yui and he makes sure she stays healthy and keeps her on ideal weight.

Reiji is incharge of handling her social sites and is responsible for tours recquirement, Yui's passwords etc are under Reiji. Reiji is usually the one who is keeping her socials update like posting picture, stories, captions, tik tok, etc.

There is unspoken rivalry between them, as they both compete on who is more responsible and who can handle all these things alone. They both secretly like Yui and are aware that opposite party also likes her.

Idol Yui is really famous among male idols and as well as other fans. Some male idols confessed that Yui is their ideal type.

Yui is also known for her kindness. As she always treats her fans kindly even rude and toxic ones whom disrespect her. She smiles at them gently instead of getting angry.

She through out her career never showed anger, she is also known for her calm nature.

She is considered to be wife-material that's why she is famous among Japanese men.

Yuma is Yui's personal body guard. Yums was given to Yui by commapany( by Shu) , her boss actually to make sure she stays safe and her sasaeng don't bother her or hurt her.

Azusa is Yui's hairstylist and makeup artist whom secretly is Yui's biggest stanner. He did this job just because he could be closer to his favourite idol.

He fells in love with her again and again as she always treats him kindly and doesn't judge his slow way of speaking.

Azusa always blushes whenever he sees her getting dress for her performances.

Azusa as yui stanner has his own accounts online where he defend Yui from haters and fights with them he always wins as he knows Yui's secrets and all stuffs. He is famous because of his defending way and was called Yui's no. 1 fanboy by online community no one saw his face neither he will reveal.

He protects Yui from shadows.

Kou is Yui's choreographer whom uses this opportunity to touch her in the name of making her learn faster and better.

Yuma once confronted him and was ready to beat the hell out of him when he noticed his way of touching her then he scolded by Ruki saying that he is only teaching her and nothing else.

Yuma still punched him but that didn't stop Kou. He sometimes manapulate Yui into going out with him.

Shu watches this all from his office through cctv camera and threatened Kou to kick him out if he tried anything funny on Yui again. He makes sure that all male staff stays in line.

Shu also changed the male staff to female staff most of the female staff work around Yui. He makes sure of it only 4-5 males are around Yui but they don't stay around her too much.

Yui is surrounded by female staff so that Shu could be at ease knowing she won't be harrased but he literally rubbed his temples when he found out that a staff girl confessed her love to Yui. She was kicked out.

Yuma was the one who told such things to Shu as Yuma knows he has power over to control them Yuma observes all of the staff the moment he finds them creepy or weird he immediately informs Shu so he could take action.

The staff is kicked out if he/she had ill intention towards Yui. In this way Yuma and Shu protect her.

Shu once installed a camera in Yui's changing room to peep at her only to be caught by Ruki whom than throwed it in dustbin while crushing it.

Reiji and Ruki never found out that Shu was the one behind this vulgar incident.

Yuma upon hearing this, his protectiveness and possessiveness towards Yui shooted up.

Yui is also shipped with Yuma, Reiji and Ruki. Because her moments with them always gets viral.

One time one fanboy made Yui uncomfortable and Yuma immediately rescues her by twisting his arms and he recieved positive comments from fans.

Ruki sometimes covers Yui with his jacket and Reiji sometimes glares at them whenever they make her feel bad or uncomfy.

Yui cracking jokes with them these moments makes fans ship them romantically.

Yuma and Yui were also caught up in the dating scandal. Just to have Shu immediately releasing a statement denying them without Yuma and Yui's approval or consent.

He afterwards made sure that this is actually not true and it was not true in reality.

Yui is also shipped with male idols. Her most famous ship is with kino. (in meantime, I will explain the reason👀)

Yui also works as a MC her male partner is Carla whom grabs every chance to get shipped with her.

Carlayui is second famous ship after Kinoyui between idols.

Yui is also shipped with Shin because of their interactions in variety shows where they both were paired up in games .

Tsukinamis are also idols but under different agency they aren't in same agency as Yui.

They once collabed with Yui which results in countless edits of them being shipped.

Tsukinamis compared to Yui are more famous and their popularity served as a clout for Yui to gain fans.

Subaru is Yui's biggest simp. He is Yui's rich fanboy. He has all of Yui's merches and photocards. His room is filled with Yui's pictures whom he took personally.

Subaru also stalks Yui while wearing black jacket or hood over black pants he always wears caps with his white hair poking through them he also wears black mask.

Subaru was called out once on this because on his Instagram people noticed that his pictures are in the same place as Yui and with exact same pose.

Reiji sued him immediately upon noticing but Subaru being rich easily got out off this and continued.

Subaru also applied for body guard position only to be rejected as he couldn't beat Yuma's strength and physic.

He also goes in same gym as Yuma and tries to get Yui's info from him only to get rejected.

The triplets are her fans who go to every one of her concerts and have not lost any of her concerts. Laito had even made her sign a marriage contract. Yui signed it thinking it was funny.

He later gushed about it to Ayato and Kanato whom then do same as him making Yui sign it and claims her as their wife on twitter and Facebook.

Ruki and Reiji later sue them as Yui then started recieving hate behind that hate train was Subaru whom made a big issue of such small thing by different accounts as a result Yui started bawling on her next live and he felt hella bad.

Shu than announced hiatus for Yui, which broke the triplets and Subaru.

Tsukinamis later defending her on their live saying idol life is hard and she is young which in return made Yui hated more by Tsukinamis fangirls.

Reiji and Ruki rubbed their temples when they saw hate comments by jealous fangirls of Tsukinamis.

Triplets and Subaru started hashtags of #saveyuifromtsukinami #saveyui #boycotttsukinami #saveyuifromphedophiles #tsukinamisstayawayfromyui

Shu then started protecting Yui by going to Tsukinamis agency and making her go to hiatus again and increasing security as people started hated on her he also sued alot of jealous fangirls and releasing statements on taking strict action on their cyber bullying.

Plot twist: It turns later out that Yui is now dating idol Kino who is in same agency as Tsukinami. She hid it from everyone as she isn't allowed to according to contact of her agency, Shu immediately threatens her.

Subaru fainted on spot when he saw Yui and Kino sharing kisses and hugs while stalking her

Triplets being heartbroken and started hashtags (they have a big fan following) #breakupyui #yuidontneedkino #freeyui #freeyuifromtsukinamiandkino #boycottkino.

Yui then under pressure of her two managers breaks up but Kino still has feelings the sad edits of them are made to this day.

Tsukinamis Jaws drop on knowing the truth that the snake is in the same den as them.

Shin during variety shows purposely push Kino or go hard on him while smirking and making him lose games as revenge.

Yui is Carla's MC partner so he try his best to console her and his edits are increasing with Yui.

Shin tries to make sure Kino stay away from Yui by getting in between or blocking their eye contact.

Laito also write dirty fics about Yui on wattpad and tumblr with himself as self insert they are hella dirty and has huge fan following shipping the OC laito with Yui but Subaru came across it and made an issue about it again by sending hate comments and promoting it to be cancelled on his social pages, Ruki upon reading fics sued Laito (lol).

Yui was sexualized once for wearing maid and neko outfit which attracted alot of male fans.

Azusa decided to make sure she gets mostly covered outfits like her dresses are usually long dress and skirt that reaches her kness she is boycotted to wear tight and short shots.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months

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I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, medical procedures including dialysis and chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Pete Brenner, short!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It's not the treatments themselves but the constancy. This isn't just one day, this is the rest of your life. Several days a week walking through those doors, spending hours with a needle in your arm, only to walk away feeling nauseous and dizzy.

The effects only last a few hours, just until your blood pressure evens out, but it's enough to put you out for the rest of the day. With a bandage on your arm, you fold up your laptop and slide it into your bag. What better way to multitask but work while you have the life drained from you. Well, the alternative is hardly preferable, a grizzly, toxic death of drowning in your own waste. You've always been an optimist.

You take a moment before you leave, trying to steady the hazy lines in your vision. You take a breath and leave the office, bidding a quick farewell to Louise, your attending nurse. Outside of the clinic and work, you don't get out much, and much of the latter you can do from home.

You go down the clanging metal stairs to the lobby. As you cross the floor, a man stands by the index of offices, scratching his flopping hair as he glances over. You give a sheepish arch of your brows and tuck your chin down.

"Hey," he stops you before you reach the door, "er, I'm looking for the Wellness Studio? Er..." He turns to you as you stop with your hand on the front door, "Colson's?"

You furrow your brow. That sounds familiar but you really don't know about anything else in the building. You just come here to get your dialysis.

"Erm, I..." you peek out the window and see the sign across the street, red font on a white background, "is that it?"

You point to the moniker that reds 'Colson's' and the man nears to look over your shoulder. He blows out a huff and tuts, "oh god, I must seem like a moron."

"Uh, no..." you push through the door and he catches it behind you, extending his arm over your head.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he nudges your arm as he follows you outside.

"Mhmm," you turn down the sidewalk, set on your path to the station.

"Hey, wait, can I get a name?" He sprints up next to you, "you've been so helpful--"

You look at him, unused to that level of familiarity. You're not exactly that discernable from the brickwall beside you. Your expression must betray your confusion and surprise.

"Just a name," he says as he puts out his hand, "Pete. So, trade?"

You hide your discomfort and reach to shake his hand, eking out your name. You clear your throat and glance around him, not wanting to be rude. You're not quite sure how to gently mention that your train is due.

"So, you come here often?" He stretches his arm out to lean on the brick facade, hand pushing his jacket back as he grips his hip.

You nod and peer around. He's a stranger even if you know his name. You're not very fond of those.

"Am I keeping you?" He asks coolly.

"I just... gotta catch the train," you utter, "sorry, I--"

You go to step around him and he pushes away from the wall, blocking your way, "alright, alright, can I get a number?"

"Er, oh, no," you blurt out in shock, "no, I mean... I don't know you."

He rolls his eyes and smirks, "yeah you do, I'm Pete."

You shake your head and step sideway again. He moves with you. Your chest boils with frustration and a tint of fear. This is why you shouldn't talk to strange men. Especially men twice your size.

"Woah, woah, don't look so scared, honey, I'm not gonna hurt you," he puts his hands down, "I just think you're a cutie. Forgive me for being so forward." He backs away, "don't let me keep you, you go on and get your train."

You frown, uneasy at his sudden appeasment. You swallow and step past him cautiously. You keep your head straight and march down the sidewalk between the passing pedestrians. Their indifference makes you feel even more uneasy.

As you go to turn the corner towards the station, you look back. The man stands amidst the city rush, unbothered by those around him as he watches you, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his dark red blazer. You shudder and scurry behind the shield of the buildings. You might just ask to go out the back door next time.

#pete brenner #dark pete brenner #dark!pete brenner #pete brenner x reader #pain hustlers #series #drabble #i knew you were trouble when you walked in

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tojisbbg · 1 year

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𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙

❝and i am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner, taking up space.❞

♡ izana kurokawa ♡

pt. 1, pt. 2

a/n: please read the previous chapter for better context! reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3 talk to me! lmk in the comments or in my dms your thoughts :)

content: royal! au, prince izana x princess y/n (reader), arranged marriage, shitty/toxic parenting, angst, cheating, izana’s a jerk, swearing/cursing, maybe smut (?), strangers to enemies to lovers, not checked for grammatical errors.

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the long dreaded weekend finally arrived, a rainy saturday evening embraced the kingdom. you were sitting at your vanity in a robe, staring at yourself in the mirror as you tried to familiarize yourself with this new sight.

you cut your hair.

well, you didn’t do it, but the decision was impulsive. your once long hair that reached below your ass would always be in a bun or braid. now, it was shoulder-length with subtle wispy bangs to complete it. you smiled at yourself, feeling like the prettiest woman, as you finally had the freedom to do what you wanted.

your mother never let you cut your hair, nagging at you about how men loved women with long and luscious hair. you hated it, absolutely despised it truly. your hair would always get in the way of tasks, tangled and was a nuisance to wash.

not to mention your head felt like there was a boulder on it. but now, you felt lighter and a little dainty, too.

you picked out a lavender colored dress to wear for the dinner, slipping it on as your hands reached for your back to zip it up. you struggled for a few seconds, huffing in frustration as you clicked your tongue.

you opened your door a little, poking your mouth out as you yelled for one of the maid’s to come upstairs. your eyes suddenly fell upon the figure exiting in the far distanced corner, walking towards your room. as izana came closer, you got a good look of his fit.

it was simple, a casual white silk button-up and black slacks. yet, he looked so handsome.

“you ready?” izana calmly asked, approaching your door as you inched back, slightly closing your door more.

“almost, i just need help with something. give me a few minutes and i’ll be out.” you replied, the tension between you both still a little off from the previous events from earlier this week.

“move, i’ll help you.” he suddenly blurted out, catching you by surprise as you didn’t have the time to react when he opened your door, inviting himself in.

“what do you need help with?” izana asked, eyes locking with yours as his hands were shoved in his pockets. for some reason, your words were stuck in your throat, not knowing he suddenly made you feel so nervous.

“my zipper.” you meekly responded, making him hum in response. he placed his hand on the small of your back, pushing you towards the huge mirror on your vanity as you both now stood in front of it, with him behind you.

izana’s finger’s momentarily grazed the soft skin of your back, sending off goosebumps all over your body. your heart began to beat faster, the proximity to him allowing you to get a whiff of his scent, playing games with your mind.

“you cut your hair?” izana asked, but his words came out like a whisper, his warm breath fanning over your ears.

“yeah. why?” you asked, afraid that he’d make some snarky comments about how you look ugly as traditionally, women weren’t allowed to have short hair.

“no reason, it suits you.” he complimented, making your heart jump from the sudden kindness coming from him.

he slowly began to pull the zipper up, a hand on the side of your hips as you tried your best not to think much. you looked forward in the mirror, only to find his lilac eyes staring at you. you both locked eyes, unable to pull away. you could feel his hard chest against your back and it made you shudder.

why did you feel so hot all of a sudden? was he always this attractive? of course, izana’s a king after all, yet; just something about him made your knees weak.

“lord kurokawa! the car is ready for you and your highness.” the butler called out, breaking you both from the weird trance.

izana pulled the zipper all the way to the top, clearing his throat as you quickly mumbled an awkward ‘thank you’ to him before he left. you sat down on the small stool, trying to distract yourself from what just happened a few seconds ago by doing your makeup.

with a few final touches, you headed outside where the car was waiting for you as izana sat in the back next to the empty spot reserved for you. as per usual, the ride was silent as you played with the ribbon tied around the fruit basket in your lap, as you both were taking to your parent's house as a gift.

as the driver parked the car, you saw your parents standing outside with a wide smile, making you roll your eyes. izana got out of the car, going over to your side as you were startled when your door got pulled open. you stared at izana in shock, watching him offer his hand.

then you remembered that you guys have to put this little act together to show your parents that you both aren’t miserable with each other and are actually in love.

without fighting back, you put your hands in his, which was shockingly warm and very soft. after exiting the car, you felt an arm snake around your waist, as izana pulled you close to his body.

your breath hitched, never being this close to a person before, let alone a man. your knees felt like jelly, yet you tried to keep your facade, so that you and izana don’t get busted.

“my little princess! how- what in god’s name did you do to your hair?!” you mother screeched, eyes widening in horror as she rushed up to you. izana watched with astonishment, seeing your mother pull you away from his hold. she touched your hair, in denial that you could ever do such a thing.

“you stupid, stupid, stupid girl! have you not learned a single thing from me? how could you cut off the part of you that gave you your femininity? you look so hideous!” your mother cried out, making you scoff.

“geez, missed you too, mom.” you walked past her, not sparing izana a glance as you didn’t want to know whether he’d give you a taunting look or a pitiful one.

you didn’t want either.

you walked to the dining space, placing the fruit basket in the middle as you took a seat in front of the usual bland and depressing food at your parent’s house. after eating so well for the past few weeks, you didn’t know if your body could go back to stomaching such awful food.

“mother, all of this looks delicious.” izana smiled, making you snort as you gave him a questioning look. you could see right through him, there was no way he thought that this nasty ass food was good. nonetheless, he took a seat next to you as one of the maid’s began to serve everyone.

“thank you, dear. i know my useless daughter isn’t much of a help, so please, help yourself. it’s my secret recipe too!” your mother boasted, making izana nervously chuckle as he dug in. you looked at him, waiting for his reaction and you could see how he quickly chewed and swallowed it before cringing.

you smirked in amusement, watching him suffer, just like how you had to eat this disgusting food for your entire life.

“so, how are things going between you both?” your father asked, making izana clear his throat before taking a hold of your free hand with his.

“sir, i would cross the seven seas just to spend a second of my life with my beautiful wife. you have truly blessed me with your daughter and for that i thank you.” izana spoke, making your heart clutch in pain as you knew that those were a bunch of white lies that he told your parents.

yet, for some reason, a part of you secretly wished that he meant it.

“what joy! y/n, do you have nothing to say? it’s been ages since we’ve seen you.” your father’s eyes shifted to yours, as you silently picked at the chicken and surrounding vegetables.

“i am simply following your rules, which is having my husband talk for me since i am of course to be treated like a porcelain bimbo doll.” you snarked, making both of your parents sigh out in frustration.

“for goodness’s sake, y/n, can we all please have a nice family dinner?” your mother begged, making you glare at her.

“i literally did nothing, why am i always the one to blame?” you said through gritted teeth, constantly feeling attacked by your parent’s bipolar decisions.

“you’re no longer a child, y/n. you know how this world works and the responsibilities that come with it. ever since you’ve arrived here today, you’ve been nothing but a brat. you have nothing good to say or any future plans such as having kids-”

“woah, woah, are you hearing yourselves? having kids? we’re newly-weds, i barely even know his favorite color and you think we’re ready to bring in a child into this world?” your eyebrows furrowed, now getting visibly mad at your parents as your tone became laced with irritation.

“we’re taking things slowly, nothing wrong with that.” izana tried to calm things down, but his attempt was futile.

“your father and i had you a year after our marriage. you are a woman, y/n, your role in this world is to birth and nurture a child while taking care of your wife duties such as taking care of your husband. why must you always be stubborn and overcomplicate everything?” you mother shook her head in disbelief, giving you a disappointed looked.

“your mother’s right. izana will go to war soon and he won’t be with you for some time. having a child would at least keep you distracted and make time pass faster while he’s gone.” you father added on, their ridiculous words making your eyes twitch as you couldn’t believe your ears.

“so you think i’m some kind of sex machine? that i need a man’s touch and seed to keep me sane while he’s away? do you think i’m that needy and low? god, this is exactly why i don’t want to have a child now. i don’t want to make the same mistake as you both and raise my baby like how you both raised me. actually, i don’t even want you guys anywhere near my future child. you’ll only defile his or her brain with your shitty expectations.” your eyes watered, feeling absolutely humiliated as you dropped your fork on your plate, getting up from your seat as you rushed out of the dining area.

you heard your parents and izana call out your name a few times, but you didn’t care. you needed to be away from them and get some peace, so you went to the garden.

you went to the cherry blossom tree at the very back, now drenched in the rain as your clothes and hair were now sticking to your body.

but you no longer cared, sitting on the grass as you cried with your palms covering your face. you were so uhappy with your life, you hated your parents with a passion and you hated how you were stuck in an unhappy marriage.

you had no one by your side.

it made you wonder, was it even worth it to keep on going? this feeling of loneliness swallowing you was far too painful.

there was no use of running away as your parents would find you no matter what, your father would sent out an army of soldiers all over the world to look for you.

the only real option would just be to end your life, but you didn’t want to give up eveything because of a bunch of assholes.

“i don’t know, please just shut up.” you whispered to yourself, wanting your inner thoughts to just go away and let you cry in peace.

“but i haven’t even said anything.” you heard a familiar voice answer, looking up to see izana standing before you, an umbrella in his hands as he shielded your body with it.

“go away, you’re the last person i’d wanna see.” you scoffed, hugging your knees as your eyes averted to your feet.

“you know, if you didn’t want to come for dinner at your parents you could’ve just told me. i could’ve made up some excuse or something.” izana sighed, bending down to get eye-level with you.

“both you and i know that we can’t avoid my shitty parents forever.” you said in a monotone, making him chuckle as he hummed.

“you’re right, but atleast we could’ve gone when you were ready to face them. this whole marriage things is still very new to process, even for me.” he spoke with honesty, harboring a small comforting smile.

for some reason, it made you furious. how dare he behave so well with you when he’s been nothing but an absolute shitbag back at home?!

you didn’t want to be pitied, especially by someone like him.

“can you leave me alone? i want to feel the rain on me and be sad.” you groaned out in annoyance.

“okay.” izana blurted out, throwing the umbrella to the side which caught you completely off guard. he took a seat next to you, making you roll your eyes.

“you’re seriously annoying, you know that? why are you suddenly being nice, i don’t need your pity or sympathy. i’ve been living like this for like my entire life, i’m not some glass doll who needs protection.” you nagged at him, wanting to hit a nerve of his so that he could get mad and leave.

“i know, and i’m not trying to offer you any of those. your parents are assholes and that’s no lie. i guess what i’m trying to say is that i’ve been living in delusion.” izana’s eyes softened, making your breath hitch as you looked at him through your glossy eyes.

“what?” you croaked out, still in shock.

“i thought that you were the blame as to why i’m stuck in this marriage, because you were like those other princesses that begged their daddy to get them married to a rich prince. i didn’t know how badly your parents treated you, i was just so focused on my anger that i forgot about basic human compassion. i thought that because my parents were so loving and caring before they died, every family would be the same.” guilt was plastered all over his face and it was refreshing to finally have someone understand your misery.

“i mean, in one way this marriage kind of saved me. i’m free from everything. it’s like my escape route, but one where my father won’t have the entire nation’s army search for me. so, i guess it’s not that bad.” you admitted, making him smile.

god, why did he look so good even with his hair wet and face drenched in the pouring rain?

your heart was skipping multiple beats at the same time, worrying you on if you were on the verge of having a stroke.

“izana! y/n! there you both are, we were worried sick.” your parents came rushing to you both, startling you.

“we’re so sorry, izana. y/n, you have spoiled your evening dress along with izana’s suit. dear god, you have so much to learn. you know, i had this meeting with other neighbhoring queens and they’ve put their daughters in these special classes. honey, we could fix this together. please, let me help you.” your mother gave you sickening puppy eyes, making your stomach churn in horror. you were silent, no longer having any words left to say to them.

you looked over at izana, seeing his face darken as his jaw locked. you sensed some kind of dark aura embracing him, getting a little nervous yourself.

“what the fuck? can you please stop treating her like she’s diseased? god, you both are so obsessed with her! she’s perfectly fine the way she is.” izana angrily spoke, the vein on his neck popping out as evidence of his fury. you were shocked at his sudden outburst, not expecting him to fight back against your parents’ words.

“oh dear, izana you’re too blinded by your love. this is not princess behavior, this is freakish, son.” your father tried to fakely empathize with izana. he placed a hand on izana’s shoulder, but izana roughly shook it off, making your parents gasp.

“what’s freakish is how obsessed you both are in making my perfectly fine wife your little doll. she’s no longer your princess, she’s my princess and the future queen of my kingdom when i get crowned in a few months.” he bitterly spat, making your mother scoff.

“you oblivious little child, one day you both will regret not listening to your elders.” your mother shook her head in disbelief.

“yeah, well, i’ll be waiting for that day. till then, please do not ever contact me or my wife.” izana snickered, grabbing your hand before standing up as he pulled you along with him.

before walking off, izana stopped in his tracks, making you stop as well.

now what?

today was full of surprises and you couldn’t help but grow more curious as to what would happen.

“by the way, mother. i would say thank you for the meal, but the dinner was absolutely horrendous. i wouldn’t even feed that to the stray dogs near my castle.” he smirked, as you turned to see the mix of anger and sadness paint your mother’s face.

you couldn’t help but feel joyous inside, your heart feeling at peace knowing that your parents received the medicine that they’ve been deserving for years now.

“wait, but how will we get home?” you asked, looking at izana and he looked at you with a mischievous grin.

“a prince always has a plan.” he answered slyly, as when you both reached the front yard, you saw his car and the butler waiting with an umbrella as he welcomed you both inside the car.

“lord kurokawa and your highness! i will inform the maids to prepare warm baths for you both as soon as possible.” the butler said in a panicked voice, making you smile.

“take it easy, man. i just witnessed the best show of my life.” you let out a chuckle, hearing a soft chortle coming from your side.

“yeah, it was pretty amusing.” izana admitted, making you hum in response.

the rest of the ride was silent, neither of you knowing how to start a conversation with each other. you decided to sleep, knowing it would be a long drive home.

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you groaned, body aching as you sat up. you realized that you were in your bed and changed into your pajamas. you tried to recall memories of earlier and you remembered that you fell asleep in the car.

then..

how did you end up here?

“the fuck?” you whispered to yourself. did izana carry you to your room? but what about your clothes, he couldn’t possibly change you out of your wet ones while you were asleep.

“your highness?” you heard a knock at your door, giving them your command to enter. two maids entered the room, a tray with porridge and what seemed like medicine on the side.

“what’s that?” you asked, pointing to the tray.

“ginseng porridge and medicine. lord kurokawa has ordered the cook to make some for you and the royal doctor to give medicine to prevent a cold.” she informed you, making you unknowingly smile.

“i see. oh, can you please tell me who brought me to my room?” you asked, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“lord kurokawa carried you to your room and requested us to change you out of your soiled dress.” she said with dreamy eyes, making you blush for even thinking about izana changing you.

“anyways, you may give me the medicine and take the porridge down. i don’t like eating porridge.” you cleared your throat, opening your palm as you waited for the pill.

it wasn’t a lie, you hated porridge. you always flushed down the bowl of porridge your mother would bring up to your room, lying to her when she came back to your room to check up on you.

“but, your majesty, this medicine has to be taken with food.” the maid meekly responded, making you groan in annoyance.

“fine, i’ll just go downstairs and have yesterday’s left over.” you threw off the covers, the cold air hitting your exposed arms and legs due to the silk gown you were wearing.

nonetheless, you were starving and headed down stairs.

the hallway was quiet, the lights downstairs were turned off, indicating that everyone has went to sleep.

you reached the bottom of the stairs, walking towards the kitchen as you tried to tiptoe.

“what do we have here?” a groggy voice behind you startled you as you screamed, immediately lunging at the person behind you in defense. the person wasn’t expecting the sudden attack, falling on their back with a thud as you fell on top of them.

you raised your fist to land a punch but the person beneath you tightly entangled their arms around you to prevent you from doing any harm.

red alarms went off in your mind, tears welling in your eyes as you were now genuinely scared for your life. being caged in your parents’ castle had the only benefit of preventing you from any crazy harm, now you were fearful if they made any weird ties with shady people to make your life hellish.

what if this time they wanted to get rid of you, for good?

“let me go! iza-”

you stopped midway when the familiar smell of light vanilla came to your senses. your heartbeat began to relax, making you let out a sigh of relief as you allowed yourself to melt into his embrace.

“it’s you. thank god, it’s you.” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, hugging onto him tighter. you don’t know why, but you can’t decide whether you hate or like izana. all you know is that you didn’t want to let him go right now.

“who else would it be other than you and me, princess?” izana’s voice was raspy and slightly cracked, as he comfortingly rubbed your back to help you calm down.

you soon realized what was going on and quickly pulled away, standing up to your feet as you rushed over to turn on the lights. you cleared your throat, wishing you left the lights off as you knew your cheeks were bright red right now since you could physically feel them burning.

“um, sorry about that. i was just a little paranoid and your voice didn’t sound like how it normally does.” you cleared your throat, avoiding eye contact with him.

“it’s fine, i just came down for a glass of water and saw you lurking. oh, and for my voice, i have a sore throat. i sent your medicine to prevent it from affecting you, although maybe now i may have given it to you i think.” he giggled, making you smile.

“yeah, i saw. i didn’t take it yet, i’m trying to look for some food.” you answered him, making him furrow his eyebrows.

“did the maids not deliver you the porridge?” he asked.

“no, they did. i just don’t like porridge, it makes me gag.” you reasoned, scrunching your nose as he rolled his eyes.

“that’s because you’ve been eating your mother’s shitty food for all your life so you’ve never had good porridge. this is my family’s recipe, i guarantee that you’ll like it.” izana swears, grabbing your hand before dragging you to the dining space. he walked into the kitchen and plated you another bowl of porridge and heated it up.

“just take a bite, if you don’t like it i won’t force you to eat it.” he assured, making you sigh as you obliged with his request.

you scooped up some of the porridge, making sure to get a little bit of everything in it. the porridge wasn’t bland like your mother’s, it had a lot of veggies along with chicken and what seemed like pickled vegetables as well?

you placed the bite in your mouth, tasting the food. the warm food going down your throat brought you some comfort, the taste of the different seasonings including the pickled vegetables brought your tastebuds back to life.

you quietly inhaled the food, sensing the prideful aura radiating off of izana.

“it’s good, isn’t it?” izana taunted, making you clear your throat.

“it’s alright.” you said with a mouthful of the porridge, struggling to speak as he chuckled from your stubbornness.

silence fell upon you both once again, running out of things to talk about as you ate. izana was trying to distract himself from constantly looking at you by reading his official papers.

“finally some good fucking food.” you breathed out as you dropped your spoon in the bowl, accidentally letting out a burp as you quickly excused yourself.

“for a princess that’s be imprisoned with obsessive royal parents, you’re so brash.” he snickered, making you scoff.

“huh?! the hell’s that supposed to mean, jerk.” you mumbled under your breath, annoyed by his words.

“i don’t know, you’re just.. weird.” izana laughed, making you roll your eyes.

“and what about you? i don’t think you can even take a shit by yourself without the help of your butlers.” you retorted an insulted back at him, making his eyes widen.

“you little shit.” izana narrowed his eyes, making you grin.

“grow up, bitch.” you remarked, knowing that you won this conversation. you got up with your bowl, heading to the kitchen to wash it. it started to rain once again, the soft pitter-pattering noice radiating throughout the hollow castle, bring a sense of peace to you.

you walked back to your chair, the shuffling sounds of your slipper against the tiled floor caught izana’s attention. he helped you with taking out the pills, handing it to you along with the glass of water as you drank it.

“do you like living in royalty?” izana suddenly blurted out, catching you by surprise.

“of course not, every noble that exists on this planet are nothing but slaves to the cycle of money and power. i am most certainly not one of those dogs.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“you have a point, but you must admit, we royals live in much better conditions than commoners. we have people to serve us, protection, great housing and food. i mean, it’s a commoners dream to live like us, isn’t it?” izana tried to defend, placing his face on the palm of his hand, now interested to listen to your rebuttal.

“the devil never makes a deal with a desperate soul if it doesn’t sound appealing. these commoners are completely oblivious about our lives, the abuse and creulty that it comes with. i’d rather live in a old, worn-out cottage with bread and soup as my meal than live this shitty life.” you angrily spat out, wishing that things could’ve been different.

you weren’t upset with izana’s words, but rather with the fact that every other noble thought the same way as him. which wasn’t a surprise or anything, royal children were brainwashed to believe in this crap.

“convince me.” he egged further, making you scoff.

“tell me, did you ever get to feel the rush of the town’s river beneath your feet? the sun kissing your skin as you sit a feild of flower, having a small picnic consisting of bread, butter and fresh jam? or how about watching the stars in the great night sky on a hill?” you questioned him, making izana go silent as he never had an answer to give you. his silence answered your questions, as you gave him a sad smile.

“me neither, and it’s all because while living in such fame and wealth, we forget to enjoy and cherish the creation of god. we forget to appreciate mother nature’s beauty and the gift of life.” you sighed, putting your head down as you counted the number of drops you heard.

“wow i... i’ve never thought about it like that.” izana breathed out, eyes widened from shock as you just opened a whole new perspective of life to him.

“yeah, well, being imprisoned for your whole life makes you think a lot. i’d kill to be a commoner, dance in the streets during festivals with the small children, eat street food, and just live in peace. i want to have flowers in my hair, dance with the stars and sing with the moon.” you dreamily said, similing to yourself at the romanticization of life.

“is it that fun?” izana hesitantly asked, intrigued by your passionate argument.

“like a dream that i never want to wake up from.” you giggled like a child, delirious with sleep as you knew these medications would make you drowsy.

“hmm, i suppose you’ll have to take me to one to make me convinced.” he playfully said, making you hum in agreement.

“i will, but what’ll i get if i win?” you mumbled into your arms, trying to keep yourself awake to hear his response.

“whatever that is that you desire, i will service you. but if i win, you must submit to me like we were taught as royals.” izana challenged, making you smirk against your skin as you gave him a thumbs up.

“you’re on, prince jackass.”

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Let's talk about Desi representation again!!

I don't talk about this stuff often but when I do, I have some strong ass opinions

and yes I'm gonna be talking about none other than Pavitr Prabhakar at the end cuz he's just special to me <3

Hollywood is lagging behind on Desi representation

You'd think one of the biggest film industries in the world would be able to represent us properly, considering the fact that we make up the largest group of South-Asian Americans and the second largest group of Asian-Americans in the US, but instead-

Western Television forces Indians to conform to harmful stereotypes

Some of the most popular Desi characters on screen are Raj Koothrappali from the Big Bang Theory, Devi Vishwakumar from Never Have I Ever and Kelly Kapoor from the Office.

Indian men are almost always portrayed as robotics engineers and computer whizzes, but with terrible social intellect, making them seem like awkward nerds.

Indian women are almost always portrayed as "whitewashed", or wanting to appear more western, with zero understanding of their own culture or language along with an unrelenting need for attention from white friends/colleagues.

These are both based on stereotypes that Indian culture is "toxic" and "too traditional" and that Indians are only interested in studies.

Most Desi characters in western media have stories that are solely based around their ethnicity and/or racial stereotypes.

British television actually showcases a lot more representation than Hollywood does

I was watching Polite Society, a movie starring two Pakistani characters as the main leads, and there was a dance scene where both the leads are wearing traditional desi attire. My mom turned over, looked at me, and asked, "Is this Hollywood? It can't be."

And she was right. It's a British movie with British-Pakistani actors.

The reason she didn't believe that it could've been Hollywood was because the dresses the two leads were wearing were traditional and beautiful and the song playing in the background was authentic Hindi music, not some random westernized DJ version of it.

A Hollywood movie would've never dressed up their Desi actors in actually flattering attire (*cough cough the Patel twins from Harry Potter) or have used real, popular Desi music in the background.

You see my point?

It is so uncommon to see well-thought-out Desi representation in TV nowadays, where to see real diversity we have to watch movies made by the same country that colonized us.

Ironic.

British movies/shows with desi leads have far better South Asian representation than anything I've seen in Hollywood recently.

The Hollywood movies starring Indian leads, like Slumdog Millionaire or Bend it like Beckham were filmed in the UK, and because they were filmed in the UK, they had fantastic South Asian representation.

Not only does Hollywood refuse to create shows and movies about real problems that South Asians face, but they also don't cast South Asian actors in good roles.

When's the last time you saw a South Asian actor playing a character that wasn't a walking stereotype? When's the last time you saw a South Asian actor playing a character that was a genuine part of the story rather than just comedic relief or a random smart kid in the classroom?

Not often, right?

Me, personally, I didn't grow up with a lot of South Asian characters or actors in shows/movies that I watched. In fact, every time someone even close to my skin color showed up on TV, I was on the edge of my seat because it was just so rare to see it.

This is why representation matters.

You've heard about all the young girls with braids being so excited when the new little mermaid with Halle Bailey came out. Well, us desi kids wanted that too.

I wanted to see a Telugu speaking girl with wavy hair and dark skin who would wear traditional clothing to Desi get-togethers and parties, go to the temple with her family, eat vegetarian Indian meals, etc...

I wanted to see a character who was a representation of me and my experiences as an Indian-American. I wanted to see a character that was at least a representation of Indians or just South Asians in general.

Instead, we were given characters that ridiculed their own culture, were extreme stereotypes and furthered the existence of casual racism in western society today. So many Desi kids experience small acts of racism on a daily basis because people have been so desensitized to the existence of these stereotypes.

Telling South Asians that their culture is a joke and feeding non-asian children media which pokes fun at other cultures is harmful, not only to us South Asians but also communities that could end up being targeted next.

Pavitr Prabhakar; Representation Matters

If you've been following me or if we're mutuals, you probably know I have a tiny obsession with Pavitr Prabhakar. But why?

Because of all the reasons I just listed.

There are few South Asian characters us Desis can look up to these days, and Pavitr Prabhakar is one of the maybe two or three characters who have great writing, magnificent representation, and overall a fun vibe.

He's likable, funny, smart and best of all, unapologetically Desi.

He's just like all the other side characters, with a little bit of his own culture mixed in. He's not being shoved down our throats to further an agenda about fake diversity, he's not a walking stereotype and best of all, he was designed by Indian creators.

He's refreshing and exciting to follow in a world full of a demand for half-hearted representations and the people who created him were obviously putting their hearts and souls into it.

He's awoken a love for Indian culture amongst, not only Desi children themselves but also among westerners who, prior to this, had thought of India as a "3rd world" country, because that's the agenda that Hollywood pushes onto many South Asian countries today.

WE LOVE PAVITR PRABHAKAR!!

This was kinda all over the place but I just had to get this off my chest <3

Sources:

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2021/06/10/discrimination-against-indian-americans-happens-more-than-you-might-think/

#for all the brown kids that never got to see a character that looked like them growing up #desi representation #desi writers #desiblr #desi tumblr #desi tag #desi culture #indian representation #pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr my beloved #astv #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #pavitr Prabhakar

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[image description: A person wearing a wrinkled white sheet tied with a hank of rope and an idiotic-looking pointy white hood stands in front of a grove of trees. The only thing that isn’t white is the red circle around the white snowflake on the breast. They’re speaking “But… whaddaya mean? I always wear white after Labor Day.” Text reads, “38, Klueless K. Klamdip, The Small God of Precious White Snowflakes”]

He isn’t an old god, and he resents that, resents the old gods who get respect where he does not, especially the old gods who get respect who are, he feels, genuinely beneath him. Why should anyone listen to Tesla Jefferson or Queen Qatar? Bad enough that any goddess should have a following, but they don’t even have the decency to be offended by their own complexions, as any right-thinking woman would be!

He isn’t an old god, and most of his supposed peers hope he never will be. Hope he’ll fade as so many gods of misinformed supremacy and obstinate pride have faded before him, hope he’ll be nothing more than a footnote in the long and storied mythology of the small gods. Or perhaps an asterisk leading into nothing, like the snowflake symbol he so proudly carries on his breast. They hope.

But too few of them are able to stir their followers into rising up against him.

Klueless is a new god, a new manifestation of an old and toxic way of thinking, a poison that humanity carries with it everywhere it goes; the idea that any one can be superior to any other for reasons other than their own hard work, their own ceaseless toil. He is a reflection of the horrific inner selves too many carry with them, a secret shouted from a mountaintop, and his vey buffoonery is what makes him powerful.

“Surely I can’t belong to that god,” say the women with their teased-up hair, before they remind a darker-skinned stranger to move along, their sidewalks aren’t for vagrants and vagabonds.

“I have dignity; I’m not like that,” say the men with their own symbols on their breasts, and their handguns at their hips, before they go out to patrol neighborhoods they keep safe for their own kind, not any others—and sometimes not even for that.

Comedy’s mask can hide all the horrors in the world.

And he is quite a horror.

#small gods #smallgodseries #seanan mcguire #lee moyer #icons and stories

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saoirseirose · 7 months

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Put a label first? (S.G)

pairings: satoru gojo x gn!reader(they/them pronouns used)

warnings: satoru being a major asshole, reader is also an asshole, toxic behavior, implied cheating(not really) mentions of homeless gym-rat, name-calling (whore, for like one time) descriptions of burial(idk if i should put this as a warning but hey, better than being sorry) brief mentions of smut, dry-humping

fluff(??)

(not proofread, sorry not sorry)

wc: what's that lol

fling!gojo who would always send the most confusing signals towards you. the relationship between the two of you is confusing enough by itself, but with satoru and his charms—it's much worse.

fling!gojo who doesn't know how this whole thing started, all he remembers is he met you through a small party—one he surprisingly didn't held. the next thing he knows, his face was buried between your legs, whining like a virgin the whole night until he passed out after one round. though he did remember to snatch your phone while you slept, "subtly" putting his number in and even putting his own nickname to "big dick god", you changed it ofcourse

fling!gojo who would show up at your dorms unannounced, in the middle of the night. he claims it's more convenient that way. he knows you know. you know about his different booty calls—hell, maybe you even befriended some due to the 'similarities' you had. it wasn't a secret that the white haired male was a notorious playboy, going from one girl to another. it shocked you at first, since you assumed he was some virgin after that one faithful night he warmed 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 bed.

fling!gojo who also knows about your shenanigans, the multiple men and women who kept spreading the word about your stamina—he called bullshit, but ofcourse you 𝘩𝘢𝘥 to prove him wrong. yet he self proclaimed that he's the best you've ever had. 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳: he wasn't, yet.

fling!gojo who always sabotages your other 'flings'. whether it's purposely threatening them, to talking shit about you just to turn them off, he always has a plan—for different scenarios, genders, and even age

fling!gojo who got murderous when he heard about this new guy you're possibly dating, 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮. what else could it be? another hook-up? did you pay for the guy? is it a one time thing? no, that can't be. the two of you haven't had sex yet, right? not like satoru would know. he definitely didn't move dorms just to press his nosy ear into the wall to hear whatever bullshit you're doing next door with that guy. definitely didn't. he also didn't bribe suguru to run a background check on the guy. why would he? it's not like he's already attached to you or something.

fling!gojo who one-upped his stalking skills, from stalking the guy you're with through social media, to changing classes to 'subtly' spy on him to see if he has any bad intention towards you. he's not doing this to stop you from being hurt, oh no no. he's doing this to expose the guy, to expose the dude and to show you 𝘩𝘦 is the only one right for you. completely sane, this is gojo satoru afterall

fling!gojo who immediately gets 𝘵𝘰𝘰 toxic than usual, whenever he'd come over— it's like he has gone feral. straight up stripping you down and using you as if you're some sort of gloryhole for him. when you brought it up one night, while the two of you laid in bed— he passed it off as "blowing off some steam". you called bullshit.

fling!gojo who finally makes his move, going up to the guy you're being rumoured to be dating— rumoured. the word spread through campus like wild fire, you— another known individual who probably slept with the whole student population, were in a relationship, a serious one. as your other hook-ups were cut off, by you, in an instant and with no hesitation. some were heartbroken as they thought what you had with them was serious, and some were happy knowing you're probably going to settle down before graduation. satoru was neither. he was fuming, confused and nervous. so he does the only thing a rational and sane man would do, he goes straight for the guy's neck.

fling!gojo who dies inside when you don't even try prying him for answers.

fling!gojo who feels stupid thinking you'd chase him and try to fix whatever is going between the two of you. were you fuck buddies? friends with benefits? or was it truly all for sex? no labels? no romantic turns? no attachment whatsoever?

fling!gojo who runs to suguru, ranting to his one and only about you. suguru is definitely shocked, as this was the first time 𝘵𝘩𝘦 satoru gojo cried ranted over someone. suguru thinks it's his karma, and that he should just let his bestfriend jump down a building due to a "heart-break", but he also thinks that's too sadistic of him, so suguru decided to be a way for the two of you to talk again and clear up the small misunderstanding you had.

fling!gojo who berates suguru for not trying enough, it's like he's blaming suguru for this whole mess, once he opened his mouth though—he got punched straight in the face, accompanied by suguru's tight smile.

fling!gojo who can't take it anymore, not when he knows that ryomen is probably making his move on you—not when he's the current loser as he had a huge bruise under his right eye, not when he's stuck in his dorm(the same dorm right beside yours) rethinking his life decisions and with suguru giving him the stink-eye. so he finally gets the balls to get up from the floor he laid, taking in a few intakes of dramatic inhales, and he's out the door with a blink of an eye, turning right to spot your door—he doesn't have the time to think as his knuckles meet the wood, he was knocking, he was 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 knocking. it doesn't take a minute before the door swings open, revealing your much smaller frame to him. though he's the one who feels small as of now

"what do you want" your tone indicates you weren't asking, you were demanding him for an answer. if satoru was like suguru, he would've started apologizing in an instant, stating all of his wrong doings, all of his stupid plans, and all of the messed up things he did.

but he wasn't suguru, wasn't he?

"isn't it obvious?" he spats, cereluen eyes narrowing at you, as if he was trying to intimidate you.

but who was he kidding, this was you, you weren't like any of his booty-calls, you weren't the girls in his dms, begging for an ounce of his attention. you weren't like the random girls at parties who were willing to kiss his feet if he said so.

this was you—you who kept him awake, you—who made him question his own sanity. you—who probably had him wrapped around your fingers without even trying

you

𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶

"the fuck did you just say?" you gasped, offended as he came in your frontdoor— unannounced yet again, and he has the audacity to curse you out?

he didn't even realize he said that outloud, so he gasps along with you

"i meant—let's fuck, now" he plays it off, if it weren't for his wide eyes, and the bead of sweat running down his temple, you would probably ignore what he said earlier

"no"

"𝘯𝘰?"

"𝘯𝘰"

"i told you, we're over— whatever is happening between us, it's over"

"says who?"

"says me"

satoru might've just digged his own grave, bought his own casket, a blue casket to match his eyes, maybe with white decorating the sides to match his hair and his cum—for the girls he left, special for them and them only, maybe even for you if your stupid 'boyfriend' didn't tower you from behind and stood like some sort of high-paid bodyguard.

"and who are you?"

that's it, satoru gojo, december 7th 1987—november 18th 2023, at approximately three in the afternoon, chopped into bits by a cleave held by muscular and tattooed arms, with you watching—probably enjoying it everytime ryomen lifts the blade to bring it down to satoru's pretty face. it would be one hell of a investigation for the police to uncover on how the satoru gojo died.

"don't you think i should be the one asking you that?" sukuna barked, sneering as his grip tightened around the handle of the knife, he originally planned on using it to chop pork, to dice meat and cook it with vegetables as his usual recipe, but maybe just for tonight, the meal would include bits of white hair and firmly diced pieces of human genitalia.

"i'm their boyfriend, got any problem with that pal?"

blue casket, with white lines on the side, a banner, preferably with satoru's best picture—him winking with his signature round shades pulled on his nose just to show off his eyes one last time. usher's song would play—more solemn and less hype as the said casket would descend down the open ground, some dirt staining the casket, and roses would soon follow, white roses ofcourse. satoru would be picky, but he would be too busy being dead to care.

"you're with this punk?" ryomen turns to you, looking over your shoulder to finally acknowledge your presence—you were forgotten for two seconds thanks to the two males towering you.

"not really" you sighed, but it wasn't enough to assure ryomen, so he snaps his eyes back to the cheeky azure eyes taunting at him.

he just bought this cleave, it would be a waste if the blade bends due to how many times he'd use it to chop gojo's body.

"not really?"

"not really"

"what do you want gojo?" you spoke, looking at satoru and catching him glare at the male behind you, before his eyes finally meet yours. he blinks for a second, swallowing the lump in his throat—his adam's apple bobbing up and down. was he seriously nervous?

"let's talk, in private"

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"you—you said talk—" you wheezed out, hitting on satoru's back as he pressed yours on the wall of his dorm, luckily, his roommate was out to do a project satoru has long-forgotten. right now he's too busy biting on your neck—littering marks as his large hands greedily pawed on your waist, then down to your hips, tugging on the fabric of your bottoms.

"we are talking, baby" satoru's smirk stretched on the juncture of your neck, his breath hot as lithe fingers traced the waistband of your pants before tugging it down— a surprised yelp leaving you, and a low chuckle leaving satoru.

he was fully aware of his surroundings, the door barely closed—enough for any passerbys to see your current state, panting, and your pants tugged down your ankles, a pale veiny hand snaked inside your underwear, and the cold air of the airconditioner balancing the heat emitting from both your bodies, and lastly, his boner pressing against his jeans.

it was only then, satoru realized how much of a burden jeans are. he made a mental note to burn each and every one of his jeans after this

he groans, the low rumbling resonating in his chest that was pressed against yours, satoru was determined to invade your personal space, even if it means crushing you down with his weight.

a mewl from you was enough for satoru to start rutting his clothed cock into your thighs, his fingers slipping inside your slicked hole, ripping out grunts from the two of you

"s tight, gonna leave you gaping so that asshole knows you're mine, yeah?"

silence

more silence

you were in the brink of ecstasy, a second away from creaming in his fingers alone, a thrust of his fingers away from finishing. but it all dissipated despite satoru's continuous ministrations, because it was replaced with laughter.

satoru stopped working his fingers, stopped dry-humping you like a touch-starved man. he stopped, stopped breathing and all when he watched you laughing

he should be mad, because it was rare for him to engage in dirty talk(mainly because he's too busy whining and leading the two of you into your climaxes) and whenever he attempts to do so, he ends up sputtering and whining

he should be mad, but he can't bring himself to get angry at you when you're laughing to your heart's content, you're laughing, and satoru might've fell inlove even more

something about the fits of giggles escaping you, your contagious smile, and your shoulders moving as you continued laughing at something he said all the while his fingers were deep inside you

damn, did he really suck at dirty talk?

"why are you laughing?" he croaked out, letting out the breath he didn't even realize he was holding as his eyebrows furrowed, a frown forming in his face

"what—wha" a wheeze "what did you just say?" a snort, then a tear slipping out of your eye as you doubled over to continue laughing

he pouts, staring at you laugh and mock him. "I'm not repeating myself, not when you're laughing at me" he bitterly spoke, for a moment, he forgot what he really said that caused you to ridicule him.

damn you, damn your smile, damn your laugh, just—damn you

"you think ryomen's my boyfriend?"

"he isn't?"

another bundle of laughs, you were snorting at this point, your laughter filling satoru's dorm, and satoru can only wish for it to last, for it to surround the dorm for the rest of his life, maybe even his future house, with you. maybe he'll have to kidnap you just to make his wishes come true.

"he's– oh my gosh i can't— hold on my stomach hurts" you cackled, a hand placed on your side. satoru only scowls, as if remembering two of his fingers were still buried inside you—he curls them up, hitting the spongy spot effortlessly—making you stop laughing temporarily

"motherfu—"

"tell me who he is, or I'm kicking you out of my dorm, dry, and without your undergarment" he threatened. you only rolled your eyes, straightening up to press your back into the wall before speaking

"he's my cousin"

"yeah right as if i'd—" satoru scoffs, before the engines in his brain started to work "what? cousin?"

"yeah dumbass"

satoru stares at you dead in the eyes, trying to see if you're joking, or if you're lying. but you weren't. satoru blinks, once, twice.

"he's your cousin?"

"he's my cousin" you let out a laugh, stopping when satoru curls his finger again. you grabbed his wrist, glaring at him above your eyelashes

"so you're not dating him?"

"do you want me to? because that would be fucked up"

"you and that mouth" satoru mutters, returning a glare as he bit his lower lip "how can i make sure you're not lying?"

"you don't have to, we're not even dating, so why does it worry you that I'm living with my not-yet-proven-cousin-just-because-you-said-so?"

"i can change that"

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#jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk sukuna #jjk smut #jjk satoru #satoru smut #satoru drabbles #gojo drabbles #go saoiese give us nothing

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allsadnshit · 6 months

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healing my relationship with femininity has been so important this past couple years and I think sometimes the way it's talked about can make it so much harder and so shameful for a lot of people to admit they struggle with because there's so much rhetoric about like "are you a girls girl or not?" and like a very black and white cold "girls who don't have girl friends are RED FLAGS! TOXIC! EVIL! TRAITORS" when I think in reality it's such an obvious sign of wounding to not be able to connect with women, whether growing up or in adulthood.

for myself it stems so largely from being raised by a single father and older brother and having my literal connection to women (my mom) severed really traumatically early in life when she passed and to fit in and be included in family things always meant having to sacrifice things I might have liked at the time like tea parties and barbie and being forced to watch action movies and male sports just to get quality time and attention in my home because they never made time for my interests as a young girl and were passively dismissive of them too (never let me pick the music cause I'd play "girlie stuff", never wanting to watch the movies I wanted to see in theaters meaning I also just didn't get to see them, having any feminine interests and hobbies be less celebrated) and it really shaped me.

somewhat naturally there was a glaring disconnect between not just myself and men who I couldn't seem to become communal with even if I shared all the same hobbies which I tried very hard to do like getting into yu gi oh and kung fu, but when I'd be put into situations with all other girls I felt isolated and clumsy because I didn't watch the same movies, didn't know how to do things like cute hair styles or braiding, and was just generally behind and felt much more like an observer than like I had any place in it.

I've always had girl friends but they were often isolated relationships with girls who also struggled with their girl relationships and were otherwise bullied or cast out, and those relationships even though sacred to me also often would become poisoned with jealousy and comparison because society pits women against each other especially growing up it felt like a literal competition and it's so common to be ranked by boys and even other girls and adults in terms of who's prettier or most desired which is really strange to apply to an already vulnerable dynamic in a formative part of life.

Because of a mix of all these bad circumstances I've really rejected myself and a lot of my natural connections to girlhood and women and I think it felt like an easier and safer route to just disconnect entirely which is what I did for most of my life until around the time of the first lock down when I was very privately buying girl clothes for the first time in years and experimenting with the idea that I'd like to allow myself some movement and fluidity with my relationship to gender. It really makes me sad the way so much of society makes us feel we need to do things a certain way or see ourselves a certain way to be living "correctly" when I think it's a very personal journey and being scorned and shamed for what we do or don't do makes us self conscious and unable to act naturally. I've gotten a lot of nasty comments from women who feel it should be easy to connect with women because they have gotten the privilege of healthy relationships with mothers, grandmothers, sisters, and friends and so feel that anyone who hasn't is just toxic and doing it to themselves which I just find extremely unkind and self interested.

and that's part of why I reject terms like "girls girl" even as I lean into healing my relationship to femininity and relationships with women and the social pressures we face. I know that term came about originally with the intention of expressing a relationship to women that was non competitive and based on mutual respect and care, but it's been transformed and used now in a really hatefully isolating way and I do not claim it or the energy towards other women it gives off of not seeing their humanity and flaws as places to grow and be loved through but as a reason to further disengage from.

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villainbun · 15 days

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Masking fire

Dabi x Gn!reader and Mr.Compress x Gn!reader

Tw: yandere Dabi, yandere Mr.Compress, toxic relationship, eventual cheating, mask kink

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ

You were sitting on one of the bar stools in the LoV hideout while Toga raved on about wanting to see that green haired hero boy again. You barely registered anything as the alcohol seeped into your body. Not that you were usually like this with her, you did enjoy conversing with her on the daily basis. However, tonight was different, you were too busy worrying about seeing Dabi again after what happened a few days ago.

“I thought we’ve talked about this already” you sighed.

“Relax babe, they are all dust by now. It’s fine” he said as if he was proud of burning random men until they were unrecognizable.

“But, what if you get caught? I don’t want to lose you” you frustratedly responded.

“Look at me” “Hey! Look at me, nothing’s gonna happen” he grabbed your chin and leaned in for a kiss. You felt his hands grabbing your waist and his semi hard cock rubbing against you.

“But you should be careful, the police and heroes are out looking for us what if-” you said as you weren’t in the mood.

“Tsk” he tutted. “Listen, I’m tired of you yapping like a bitch all day long, why don’t you come here” he barked back.

“But I…” you muttered until you realized it was useless to say anything. He didn’t listen to you before what made you think this time would be different.

“That’s it, I’m done. I can’t even relax anymore. Fuck this” he grumbled as he stepped away probably to smoke another cigarette and blow some steam off. It was always the same whenever your antics got too much, he would just walk away like you were wrong for caring for him.

Somehow, the nervousness you felt went away as soon as you saw Dabi coming back safely with Spinner, Twice and Compress. Toga immediately jumped up on her feet and rushed towards Twice, finally her favourite person to chat with in the League was back. Mr.Compress along with Spinner were heading your way.

“You know a lady should not be drinking alone, want us to keep you company?” Compress offered. You blushed slightly at him and nodded happily. Compress sat next to you and next to him was Spinner who was trying to steal the bottle away from you.

Mr.Compress removed his black and white mask leaving just his eyes and mouth uncovered by the ski mask. His gentle eyes stared at you briefly and maybe it was the alcohol talking at that moment, but you couldn’t help noticing how attractive he was. The mask certainly did a good job accentuating his features. His chocolate eyes made you feel warm and his luscious lips parted as he spoke to you leaving his pearly white teeth to shine through. You had to excuse yourself and go to your room. What are these weird thoughts creeping into your mind? You shouldn’t have drank so much, but it just felt so good to temporarily forget you and Dabi’s rocky situation even if it was for bit.

After you got into your room still ignoring Dabi’s presence, he thought to himself that he needed to figure out a way to get you back into his arms. He went up groggily to Compress and asked him to borrow one of his many ski masks. Did you really think he wouldn’t notice you making googly eyes at Compress in that mask. He knew you and your dirty mind enough to realize that you were flustered by men in masks. He was tired of this bratty behaviour, now it was time for you to be put back in your place. He won’t be tolerating your bickering any longer…

Later that night, Shigaraki yelled out from the other room, telling you both to shut up as you giggled and lean onto Dabi’s chest as he kissed the top your head. It always ended the same, but with his body against yours nothing mattered, not the fight, not his temper, not this cycle that you were in. Everything was okay again, at least until the next time you lose your mind over his safety.

Little did you know that, in Mr.Compress’ room, he was figuring out a way to make you all his. There was no doubt in his mind that he would treat you so much better than that arsonist maniac.

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ

I’ll be writing a part 2 eventually. It will lean more into Mr.Compress and reader

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki x reader #yandere dabi x reader #dabi smut #dabi #bnha dabi #mha dabi #mr compress x reader #yandere mr compress #mr compress #sako atsuhiro #mha mr compress #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha yandere #mha yandere #tw yandere

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sneckoil · 8 months

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Spent my last 15 bucks on your reptile yaoi comic today instead of buying grocery and immediately fell in love. Couldn't stop rereading every frame to find deeper meanings + take in the stunning visuals. The only issue I have is that it ends too soon. Can you tell me more about boss Wachi and Father Handsomeface? (Just the details like their ages, character tidbits, ect is fine, anything will do. I'm just a little obsessed with them)

ohh my GODDDD!!! ANON!!! thank you... im so sorry about your groceries. I'll try to tell you some more fun facts about them to make up for it...

Father Valencia has been involved with the church since he was a kid. He was part of his school's ministry group (students who sing/serve/read during school-held masses) as an altar boy. He always handled the thurible (incense holder). Also, he chose to bleach his hair white (which his school and the school's ministry did not like)

Wachi has awful taste in men. He's really into dangerous types ('red flags' would be the word i'd use if it wasn't such a broad term). Clean through his early 20s to late 30s he had several toxic relationships + an awful gambling addiction. He is still on dating apps but has since given up. Part of why he moved to St. Camillus is to escape any possibility of physical/online gambling (Awful signal) and romance (no one in st. camillus is his type. well. until

Wachi also has an extremely dated ipod nano with oldies (by our standards) and oldies (2000s and 2010s hits. because while not apparent in st. camillus, the world takes place in about 1-2 generation gaps into the future). the playlist exists in my spotify

#im also in the middle of making a free 40-ish page comic with a lighter tone abt them rn #so i hope that gives you some closure anon #THANK YOU FOR READING ST CAMILLUS!!#shioshpam #can of worms #christian valencia #wachi rivera #st camillus #shioart

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mandyfem · 2 months

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Listening to moids "discuss" about heavy topics such as femicide makes me want to rip my hair out I swear.

They always go with "Woah there,sure it's truly an heinous act but it's NOT OKAY to label every man as a threat! I have nothing to apologize for,I did nothing wrong!

These crazy ass modern feminists always push these hateful gender wars who do nothing good but divide!"

I swear to god one moid youtuber replied "Well why don't you comment on these five hetero white men who lost their lives while working uh? What's so privileged about it?" to a clip of Giulia Cecchettin's sister talking about male privilege.

Male privilege does exist idiot:

When feminists tell you to apologize for yet another femicide,what they mean is "as a man,you should shed light on toxic masculinity and misogyny by calling out these behaviors when you see them and talk about violence against women more".

It's crazy how they hear about news of brutal domestic violence/femicide every week,even all over the globe,and call them "isolated cases"... They truly can't,or refuse,to see a pattern.

#radical feminism #moids #radblr #terfblr #misogyny #violence against women

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xiaomainlmao · 1 year

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But... I want you- Kazuha

Summary- In which, you tell your only friend about your crush, and your boy-thirsty friend ends up putting your friendship (and trust) on the line for someone who barely knew either of your names. (school au)

Genre- fluff, mild angst (due to the toxic friend part)

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Kaedahara Kazuha.

Ah you even liked the way his name fell of your tongue. It started as just a little admiration at first, but now you knew. You certainly had a crush on your classmate.

"I think this is the first crush you've had in my presence," your friend sipped on their milkshake, staring at a couple two seats away from you at the mall. "I kind of want to meet him since he's piqued your interest haha."

You just hummed in response, sipping your own milkshake, contemplating your friend's words. Meet him? You were a little resistant, after all, you knew your friend was rather... thirsty for men.

But you couldn't outright decline either, or she's cause a scene. That makes you regret even telling them about your crush, but you needed to tell someone, and they were the only friend you had...

Okay maybe not only. You would consider Lumine a friend, but she's rather the popular kid, being a travel vlogger with her brother, and barely has time to keep up with all her social relations. The twins loved going to places, and filmed their experiences out of fun. Who would've guessed that they would end up getting popular for that?(although honestly, it was probably because they were the prettiest twins in town) In fact, Lumine introduced you to your now-friend.

"He's in your class yes? Ohh I know! Why don't I come over after one of your common classes! That way we can walk to lunch or home, or whatever, together, while I catch a glimpse of this 'Kazuha'."

"Sure, sounds good. Well, let's get back to shopping shall we? I really need those supplies." You got up as soon as you finished the last sip of your milkshake.

"Sure!" your friend beamed.

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Every Tuesday, you had a class with Kazuha before lunch. So your friend decided to drop by as well, as discussed, to get a glimpse of the guy occupying your day-dreams, and pick you up for lunch.

You waited near your seat in the class, taking your time in packing your things up. Most of the kids had already left the class, way too excited for lunch, only leaving a few people in the class, including Kazuha.

"Y/n!!" your friend walked in, "time for lunch!!" The moment their eyes laid on Kazuha, they audibly gasped, and threw themselves onto you after the remaining few had left the class as well. "Oh my god you were right! At first I thought that white-hair was for old people but oh my god you really were right! He's soooo hot!." your friend dramatically swooned over you.

"Uh hello?? Hurry up we need to get to lunch! I don't want to miss out on dessert," you tried pushing them off of you, really glad that no one else was in the room.

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"Hmm y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Um, this is difficult to ask but is it possible for you to give this slip to that classmate?"

Oh. They must mean Kazuha. And they want to give him a slip containing... their number?...

You looked up to your friend, who clearly looked embarrassed, a red hue on their cheeks. "Oh! Don't worry. I was planning on the setting the two of you up together. Hmm, a date with him sounds good right? Y/n, what if I talk to him for you," your friend smiled.

Although... this didn't feel right.

However, to not loose the only friend you had, you reluctantly agreed.

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You reached class a little earlier than usual. Kazuha should be in the room by now, since he always reaches before time. Deep breaths. All you have to do is give him the slip.

Just as you were about to go inside and face him, a soft, but raspy voice greeted you. "Oh? And what's got you so worked up so early, hm?" The silverette met your eyes, smiling casually.

"Eek!" You turned around abruptly. The male let out a chuckle. "K-Kazuha! Wait, aren't you supposed to be inside by now?"

"Ah, I got a little late today." A little late? There's still 15 minutes before the class starts! Just how early does this guy reach?

"Well back to my question, what're you thinking about? I don't remember any tests today."

"Yo—! U-uh I mean..." this earned you a laugh from the man in front of you, who tried to hide it behind his hands, amused at your squeaky demeanor. While you were embarrassed since he caught you off-guard.

"I-i mean, I wanted to give you this." you hand the slip of paper to him, quickly preparing to leave.

"Is this... your number?" he asked, his eyes a little wide.

"It's my friend's haha. Well then, I need to review some notes, so please, excuse me." you bowed before rushing in, leaving Kazuha bewildered in the corridor. "But..."

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"Well, did he text you?" you asked your friend the following day, while walking to lunch together.

"He didn't... maybe he got too busy?"

"Maybe." an odd sense of relief washed over you, and it made you feel guilty. Although it was through your crush on him that your friend saw him, you couldn't help but feel it was wrong to not want Kazuha to acknowledge them at all.

"Oh that reminds me, I needed a little advice for an assignment, if you could help me," you shuffled through your bag to get a book out, when a small slip of crumbled paper fell out.

"Sure! Wait, yn, what's that?" your friend pointed to the slip. You straightened it to find 10 digits on it. You knew that handwriting...

"Uhh I don't know? How did this even end up in my bag, eh I'll check later to see if I'm forgetting something." You crumbled the paper and put it back into your bag as your friend gave you an odd look. "Well then, about the question I wanted to ask..."

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After parting with your friend, you quickly checked your timetable. Your next class was...

Language and Literature Arts

Huh... that means... Kazuha should be there too! Great, at least you can ask him about the slip then.

"Greetings." you turned again abruptly, to come face-to-face with Kazuha, smiling casually, again.

"Aa—! You scared me, sheesh. Y'know, you should stop startling me like that."

"Well, maybe if you stopped worrying so much in the middle of the corridor." he let out an airy chuckle and gosh you could melt.

"My point still stands... OH!" you sudden exclamation caused him to hum in response.

"You're the one that slipped this into my bad right?" you quickly shuffled through your bag to bring out the crumpled piece of paper containing 10 digits.

"Oh yes. You gave me your friend's number the other day, but... I wanted yours. I thought I could just give you mind instead haha." he scratched the back of his neck, chuckling shyly.

"Huh...?"

"You know, I did notice you staring at me in the middle of the class. And you just happened to pique my interest, so I thought why not?"

You stood there, staring at him blankly. You had a hint at what he was implying, but better to hear it from himself rather than make assumptions, no?

"W-well, I was suggesting that we hang out together, if you do not mind. Something tells me we'll get along quite well."

"But my friend likes you." The 'too' at the end went unheard, and before he could say something, you spoke up again. "It would be wrong of me to get involved with you, so I'd rather pass this offer."

"You like me too don't you?"

Huh??

"I've already mentioned I noticed you staring at me. Besides, I don't know who this 'friend' is. If you still insist, however, then I shall leave you alone."

"Oh you haven't met my friend, no wonder you're asking me instead of them haha. They're really nice and easy to get along with."

'Certainly very nice if they're forcing someone to give up on something due to their own interests.' He didn't say that out loud though, not intending to look too bad before being comfortable enough first. After all, it's after you know each other that people start showing their more casual side, no?

"Y/n."

"You really don't have to worry, just try to talk to them once yeah?"

"Y/n"

"They were a little upset earlier because they hoped to at least befriend you haha."

"Y/n"

"Oh! Uhm, yea?"

"I know you have your own reservations due to your current situation. However, I wouldn't have approached you at all if I myself wasn't interested in it. I tend to only follow my desires, rather than be influenced by others. I can't determine anything because I barely know either of you, and it might be true that your friend is better than you, yes..."

Maybe... just maybe... you could forget about how your friend would react later.

Maybe... just maybe... you could indulge in this moment. Because the next words he speaks makes your heart skip a beat. Or wait, did it just start beating faster?

"But... I want you."

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A/n- That ending was a bit abrupt, but I really didn't know what to do and this has been in my drafts for weeks 😭😭 so I thought that I'll just edit it sometime later if I have a proper ending (even though that could literally be 14 years later).

Anyways, I really just want to write for Kazuha right now because this man deserves so much love <3

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Edit: ALRIGHT IT'S BEEN EDITED, AND I THINK THIS ENDING IS BETTER??

welp time to go work on the 6 other things in my drafts <3

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