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So for years black girls have had to read fanfics where y/n was automatically described as being paled skinned with long flowing hair and blue eyes. We couldn’t relate to it exactly, it excluded us, it ignored us. But we read it cause it was all that was out there. Now when we start writing fanfics for other black girls to feel included and represented, now you all are saying that you ‘‘can’t relate to it” therefore don’t support black writers when we were supporting your work all those years even though you were acting like we don’t exist within these fandoms. 

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"You can join me"

[Warnings: General Foul Language, Sexual themes, implicit jealousy]

[Word Count: 2334 words]

[@insane-horror-movie-addict here's that second part! Hope I got the dynamic right! I kinda had a bit of a guilty pleasure moment here]

The car ride still trekked on longer than it should have. It would have been much faster to simply slip through Sexual Offenderman’s realm, but Astar was still recovering from that awful night’s rest. The mirth had died down and Astar watched Masky and Varrick from the rearview mirror. They cleaned off their nails, pressing their lips together as they couldn’t wait to… Wait…

“You know… To make up for how awful that experience was, you both could sleep with me in my bed.”

The car screeched to a halt, forcing Varrick and Astar to brace themselves. Astar flung back into their seat, groaning. “Not like that!... This time,” They continued, rolling their eyes. “But if you both are so repulsed by the idea, then I’ll just enjoy my California king-” The car slowly started moving again. “With my pillows and blankets galore-” Varrick paused his cleaning of a spare knife he kept on him. Masky forced his intense focus onto the road. “Yes, I’d be all plush by. My. Self.” They smirked.

The car sped up, hoping to rush back to the mansion to report their mission finished. God forbid they last any longer without decent sleep. Astar smirked as they parked out before the edge of the woods. “Don’t go anywhere,” Varrick growled. 

“We’ll be back soon enough,” Masky finished, practically kicking the door open as he picked up their bags again. Astar crossed their arms as they waited for their return.

The two were quiet as they trudged through the fog. They were close to the threshold. They glanced at each other then quickly looked away. Varrick rubbed the back of his neck, thinking again about the way he woke up with Astar. He scrubbed his face with his palm, trying to force away the heat rising over his cheeks. Their eyes had locked with his; their hair perfectly framed their head on the only pillow left on the bed. Gods, save him from the nightmare named Astaraith.

“Was it nice?” Masky asked, out of the blue.

Varrick shook his head then glared at Masky. “The fuck do you mean by that?”

“The slut,” Masky explained, as if that was any better. “Was it nice to hold them?”

Bristling, Varrick sneered, tightening his hold on their duffle of food. What the fuck was Masky insinuating? His tone held no teasing like before. More like a fucked up pretense if Varrick answered wrong. “Don’t fucking call them that.”

Masky hummed dismissively, shaking his head. “You know what the Slenderman will do when he finds out.”

When. Not if. Varrick tightened his jaw, readjusting the bag on his shoulder. “He won’t find out because it’s not like that. Are you asking because you’re jealous?” He deflected with a smirk. He took what little joy he could find in how Masky stiffened and glared back at him.

They made it back to the mansion, dropping their bags as soon as they stepped into the door and forced their way towards Slenderman’s office. They barely waited for the approval to enter, reporting how the mission went and their target was dealt with. Slenderman’s chair creaked noncommittally as he glowered down at the two. As if he were peering into their very being, memories, soul, and all. “Right,” The being spoke in their minds, static louder than their own thoughts. “You’re dismissed.”

The two bowed their heads then left without another word.

Once they stepped out from the woods and made it back to the rundown car, Varrick peeked at the backseat. Despite how uncomfortable it must have been, Astar laid across the worn out cushions, curled up tightly in order to fit. He couldn’t bring himself to wake them up, so he slid into the driver’s seat silently. Masky held no qualms about doing that, though. He slapped his hand on the frame of the car, startling Astar awake. They shot up, hitting their head on the roof of the car.

Masky laughed at their pain, receiving a tired glare from the harem leader. Driving off, the three were quiet again, with the occasional yawn from Astar. Varrick wanted to smirk as they tried to fix their bedhead, but Masky’s gaze burned into the side of his face. Trying to find something to fuck Varrick over. Well, he wasn’t going to let that happen. He didn’t feel anything towards Astar after all.

The nearest city wasn’t Astar’s first choice, but they couldn’t deny the rush their boys were in. They stepped out of the car and led them through the first alley they could reach. The shadows stretched much further than the alley itself until Astar finally stopped. They reached between the shadows and pulled the darkness aside like curtains. The glanced back towards Masky and Varrick before stepping through first. Varrick immediately followed behind, familiar with the desire required to enter. Masky blinked at the ease at which Varrick stepped past the curtains before narrowing his glare.

Not even a moment’s hesitation before Astar’s face peeked out from the shadows again. They glared at him. “Are you coming in or not? If you came all this way to back out now, I hope your shitty cot back at that mansion makes your back worse.”

Masky bristled. “Just give me a second.”

“Nope, not after that rude awakening you gave me,” Astar replied smoothly before taking Masky by his arm and pulling him into the club. The harem leader rolled their eyes as Masky stumbled before grabbing Varrick’s collar and dragging the two behind the main stage. “Before anything, you both need to clean up. I’m not letting you track blood and dirt onto my sheets.” The two were pushed into the communal bathing area before Astar finally separated from them.

Astar huffed as they stripped. Their clothes were picked up by other harem members and all Varrick and Masky could do was stare as Astar slipped into one of the heated tubs. Varrick was quick to get over himself though, stripping as he approached the opposite end of the same tub Astar soaked in. Masky’s eyes widened behind his mask, almost frozen in place by the absolute audacity of those two; Especially by Varrick, who knew the importance of a proxy’s anonymity.

Astar peered over their shoulder before turning around and crossing their arms on the tub’s ledge, giving both their boys a clear view of their best physical assets. “If you continue to hesitate, Masky, I have full authority to kick you out.” Their smirk grew on their face, raising a brow. “Or is it because you’re shy? You don’t have to be shy around me, mon amour.”

Varrick and Masky bristled at the endearment, both for differing reasons. Masky growled. Astar rolled their eyes again. “Plus it’s not like I haven’t seen your face before. You remember that night we danced, right?” Masky’s eyes twitched. Of course, Astar remembered that. Of course, he remembered that. It was difficult to forget the pure hurt in their voice at the mere idea of being dirtied. He grumbled before finally stripping down. Clothes were taken away as he stepped into the tub, next to Astar.

Astar proudly grinned before pulling themself up on the tub’s ledge. They pulled two large bottles of shampoo and conditioner closer before pumping some into their hands. They took Masky by surprise as they raked their fingers through his hair, scrubbing the shampoo onto his scalp. As much as he hated what they could do to him, he couldn’t help but relax for once. The heat and their touch was a dangerous cocktail for lowering his defenses and fuck them becuase it worked. He leaned his cheek against their thigh as they massaged around the nape of his neck.

Varrick could only glare at the two, crossing his arms. His fingers tapped along his arms as he watched Masky lean into Astar’s touch, but he could only take so much. He got up and trudged through the water before settling back down between Astar’s legs. Their new position forced Masky off their thigh and the two men glared at each other. Astar only giggled, running their fingers over his scalp too. “You want me to wash your hair too?” Varrick only nodded then relaxed as they pampered him with his own scalp massage.

Masky huffed, dunking his head to wash out the shampoo. However, a quick glance around led to his embarrassment. The harem around them giggled and whispered, glancing back to the three every so often before giggling again. A blush came over his cheeks and he sunk his face lower under the water. God damn it. Astar had too much power over them.

Astar finished with Varrick, tilting his head back to rinse out his hair. He looked up at them and couldn’t stop the heat flooding his face when he caught the smile on their face. He ran his tongue over his teeth, mouth dry as they released him to finish on his own. Astar was the first to leave, offered a plush robe on their way out. They looked back at their boys, smirking. “Just think of me when you leave~.”

Masky and Varrick glared at each other before the both of them stepped out, not wanting to be alone together for any longer than they had too. As they dried off, two harem members offered them spare clothes. Masky was the first dressed, ignoring how the sweatpants he was given were quickly dampened by the leftover water he didn’t bother to dry. As the two passed through another set of curtains, the two refused to look at each other.

“Was it nice?” they said in sync, before groaning. Neither answered that as they reached the first door they saw. Varrick opened the door and could help but be reminded of the first time he entered this room. He didn’t get to observe its details, too focused on the shit Astar had done to Addict. Now he was here of his own volition and he didn’t know what to think of it. He turned his gaze to the bed, and his heart stopped as he took in what Astar was wearing.

Their pajamas were much less revealing than he thought it’d be, certain in his mind that they preferred to sleep nude. But the silk tank top disguised their figure well enough, dark in color to lovingly contrast with their pale skin. He stepped toward the bed, ignoring Masky who still stood in the doorway, glancing toward every hidden corner for something heinous. It was a normal bedroom though, however lavish in furniture and decor.

Varrick admired how their matching silk shorts hugged their waist before shaking his head. He climbed over the covers, and turned away from Astar. He wanted to avoid another mishap like the night before. And just like before, Masky was the last one to crawl in. There was more than enough space for the three of them to be separated, Astar in the middle with Masky and Varrick on each edge.

Sleep was heaven right then, all three of them unaware of any shifting or noise in the room or outside of it. Varrick was surprisingly the first to become lucid. Warmth was pressed along his front and around his thigh. There was also a rough grip to his hip and a tickle of something fluffy under his chin. His eyes blinked open, then blushed deeply at the position he found himself in again. He was wrapped around Astar, their back pressed into his chest and his thigh between theirs.

It was their grip on his hip, keeping him close. His arm was tucked under their neck, lips pressed upon his bicep. He bit his lip, freezing up as he looked around more. Just across from them was Masky who was also much closer than he anticipated. And of course, he still snored. He relaxed a bit that this wasn’t the absolute worst case scenario. Just his luck that Astar woke up right then, stretching with a groan. He bit back a groan of his own as their thighs squeezed around his, pressing themself more along his front. Their neck was bare for him, clear of blemishes and bruises.

Varrick dropped his hand to their hip, trying to push them away, but the pleasant gasp that left Astar spread arousal through his very being. Astar peeked over their shoulder at Varrick, a tired little smirk crossing their face. “What a way to wake up,” they greeted, then ground their hips over his thigh.

His grip tightened on their hip which caused them to bite their lip. “Do you want to let go?” They asked. Faced with the choices, he knew what he didn’t want. “Do you want to stop?” He asked back.

They turned their face away, and Varrick was about to let go when he felt lips upon his bicep again. “Hold me closer,” They whispered against his skin. His eyes widened but did as they said, wrapping his arm around their waist. He leaned over them more, adjusting their position so his thigh pressed along the seam of their shorts. They gasped and buried their face in the pillow as they ground their hips along his thigh.

He hushed them as small whimpers escaped them. “Don’t wake up, Masky..”

Despite the mood and their position, they couldn’t help but laugh. Varrick followed soon after, dropping his head between their shoulder blades. Their laughter woke up Masky who groaned and harshly rubbed his face. He opened his eyes and glared at the two before assessing what he was seeing. His eyes widened and he flung back, slipping over the covers and onto the floor. Astar and Varrick laughed harder at that before focusing back on each other’s morning arousal.

Masky laid mostly on the floor, covering his flushed face and cursing the way Astar affected him. And he especially hated how tightly he tied his sweatpants right at that moment.

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Gendered parenting is so weird. As a little kid I was a total daddy's girl, I was told I would always try to sneak the garage, I was always very interested in everything he was doing and would follow him around while he was working, but while my family was never the type to outright say "you can't do that because you're a girl", they simply didn't entertain the idea that I could possibly be interested in cars. Then when my little brother was born, it was just assumed he would become a mechanic like our dad because he was a boy. Even though he, unlike me, didn't like being in the garage much and wasn't all that interested in what dad was doing. Once he got to a certain age, dad started making him help and would drag him away from his actual interests for it, which lead to a lot of arguing and not much actual learning.

Gendered expectations sort of create doubles of children. There's the real child with their actual personality, interests and behaviors, and then there's the Gender Child.

My real brother hated soccer and team sports. The Gender Child that existed only the minds of the adults in his life enjoyed playing soccer because that's what a Boy Child likes.

Growing up, I always felt like adults didn't actually know me as a person and they weren't interested in getting to know me. Because they felt they'd already learned everything there was to know about me when they were told "it's a girl".

When I talk about how I never got gifts I actually liked from my relatives (to this day I still don't like getting gifts that aren't something I picked out myself), it isn't actually about the gifts themselves. I don't even remember them. What I do remember is the feeling of being given gifts that were seemingly not bought with the real me in mind. They were for the Girl Child™️ version of me. The me that adults wanted me to be, not who I actually was.

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if you see this post you are obligated to reblog and tell me something good that happened to you this year

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"I don't want to read this" is totally valid.

"This is disgusting to me" is totally valid.

"I don't want to read this because it is disgusting to me" is totally valid.

"I don't think anyone should be allowed to read or write this because it is disgusting to me" is authoritarian.

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i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.

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It’s all fun and games chatting with me until I want to RP Darkwood Wolfman or Hoodie or Captain Gideon or Kapkan or various OCs of mine x me

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does anyone else have a favorite tv character where whenever they’re on screen you just

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Or even if they wouldn't be picky, I love the idea of "but because it's you, your boobs are his favorite"

As someone who is quite small chested and a proud member of the Itty bitty titty committee....thank you for those hcs, I feel seen lmao!

Ofc!! From one member of the IBTC to another, I have so much love for our community.

I was getting tired of seeing the x small titty reader and all of it is just “he isn’t picky abt size :))) boobs are boobs :))”

Like gods NO if they’re not feral abt the small titties then I don’t want them.

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"here's my DANDADAN swap AU! i love nerdy ayase and gyaruo okarun" by ly @pinoppll

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bunch of dandadan stuff i've drawn/pixeled lately! figured i'd compile it all in one post rather than posting all of them separate lmao

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he's like her pokemon

Also! I'm taking commissions, dm if interested

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this man makes me so feral, omg

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