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why have the black women of tumblr come to the conclusion that ghetto black women don’t deserve love or representation?

like what’s wrong with a character liking rap music, or liking to have her nails, lashes and hair done?

it’s like yall don’t realize that you’re being anti-black and elitist asf. like yall complain and complain about how writers on here never “write characters like you” and honestly if you feel that way then write it yourself?

ghetto black women never get good representation in media because of people LIKE YOU. like god forbid someone writes characters like the people in their everyday life or like them because they ALSO thought “i don’t get good representation either” like what the fuck is wrong with yall.

i love every single ghetto, loud, “stereotypical” (which makes no fucking sense) black woman that loves to have long nails, to wear wigs and braids, loves have their lashes done and ones built like megan thee stallion and speak aave.

i love every single shy, quiet, nerdy black woman that loves wearing her natural hair no rocking her natural face and the ones skinny, thick, fat, short, tall, and whatever tf else.

like there is some actual representation you SHOULD be fighting for like more PLUS SIZE reader rep that isn’t the stereotypical “i hate my body” ass shit , more DARK SKIN reader rep that doesn’t have anything to do with the reader hating her skin tone or going through colorism, and some TALL reader rep but bitch you’re pissy because they made the reader like to wear wigs …like bitch are you DUMB???

bashing black woman writers on here because YOU don’t feel represented is fucking stupid. they take times out of THEIR days to write on this app and they DON’T get paid for this! so for the love for all things that are holy, if i hear another one of yall say some this shit imma beat your ass.

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caleb is a character for the chronically depressed girlies who struggle to get out of bed in the morning.

like. bro would brush your teeth FOR you if it felt too exhausting.

you fell asleep with your makeup on? he’s removing it so gently while you sleep that you dont stir.

you get glued to your phone and cant sleep? he’s taking it and laying with you, playing with your hair until you fall asleep.

you feel too exhausted to wake up? he’s there in the morning with breakfast and a plan for your day so you WANT to get out of bed.

random days you just feel so sad? he’s gonna provide you with every distraction possible so you don’t have to think about it. and if you cant help it, he’ll listen and hold you when you cry.

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elijah is so grown. something you’re certainly not used to. when yall argue no matter who’s right or wrong, it’s always ‘yes ma’am’. when you’re doing anything at all his hands are rubbing and caressing what he can reach.

present day

you’re in the kitchen making breakfast figuring its the least you can do to thank your boyfriend for fucking you good last night.

“g’mornin’” you greet as said boyfriend walks in before resuming your humming and omelette making. a beat passes—no response. just as you’re about to speak up again, what feels like a wall is touching your back.

you simply giggle “im almost done cooking” “thats good” he finally speaks up in a gruff-ish tone before dipping down to kiss your neck and elsewhere.

as if it wasn’t obvious that he was turned on, you feel his dick pushing against your back. “cut that stove off for a minute” he demands as he reaches around front letting his hands slip under your shirt to rubs your semi-hardened nipples.

without another word, the stove is off. he begins cupping your breast as he kisses your neck. each kiss earning a huff or whine from you.

you’re never gonna finish cooking.

@cremeful first person ive seen do older!bf smoke!

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hiiii 🩰anon here again >_< i had such an adorbs thought cause i was planning my halloween costume

what if reader was dressing up for halloween (maybe as a blood doll) and rafe is applying what they think its fake blood (its totally real) while they kick their feet unaware : ) -🩰 ps: drink some water : )

cw: murder, dd/lg, drugging, (forced) infantalisation, conditioning, blood, spreading blood on someone who doesn’t know it’s blood

a/n: this is such a good idea!! I’m not entirely pleased with how it is, but the more I change, the worse it gets so, here you go :) ps: I drank a glass while writing this, you all drink too

“C’mon, baby.”

His voice is soft, coaxing, fond, as his hands slide beneath her arms and lift her gently off the cold tile. He sets her back on the counter like a doll only he’s allowed to pose. Her legs dangle as she goes up, kicking once, head lolling from the leftover dizziness of her silly pill. But the moment she’s settled, she beams.

“D’you think I’ll get lotsa candies?” she asks, breath catching on the edge of wonder.

“Yes, pumpkin,” he murmurs, already reaching behind her.

“Like- a million?” she gasps. “A gazillion?”

He hums. “Mhm. If you’re good.”

“I am good,” she insists, heels tapping cheerfully against the cabinet. “I’m so good.”

She doesn’t look at his hands. Doesn’t even blink when his stained fingers meet the front of her dress, white cotton, plain and soft, scalloped at the edges, and press right into it. Three fingers: index, middle, ring. He drags them down her belly slow and sure, like he’s smoothing out wrinkles, until the red begins to soak. It spreads quick, blooming like wet roses in her lap.

She hums absently, watching her reflection in the mirror. She twists side to side just to see the satin bow on her back wiggle.

His hand slides higher. Up her chest. Her throat. He paints her there, too, a collar of warm crimson drawn just for her.

She tips her head back, giggling faintly. “I’m gonna scare everybody, Daddy. You think they’ll scream?”

“Mhm,” he says, drawing messy spirals across her skirt.

“They’re gonna scream so loud,” she grins, voice catching on joy.

When he finishes, he lifts her again. She wraps her arms around his neck with a happy sigh, nestles in close, cheek sticking slightly to his collarbone. Her dress is drenched now, dripping at the hem. Her socks, once white, are speckled pink from the runoff. But all she sees when she looks down is red, red, red.

She giggles louder. “I look so scary!”

“You do,” he tells her, smiling as he brushes a thumb along her cheek. There’s a streak of blood there, half-dried. He kisses it. Licks it clean. Slow. Sweet. Reverent.

“Daddy loves his scary girl.”

Rafe strokes her hair lazily, eyes half-lidded as the cartoon flickers across the screen, colors too bright, voices too sweet. She’s completely limp on top of him, mouth slack, one arm curled loosely over his chest like she’d melted there.

The lollipop’s fallen from her lips and stuck to the fabric of his hoodie, but he doesn’t move it. He doesn’t move at all, except for the slow, rhythmic sweep of his fingers through her tangled hair.

The back of her dress is stiff now, the cotton dark and cracking where the blood dried thick. Her socks too, splotched pink at the tops, sticky near the toes. It’s a mess. He should’ve changed her. But she’d been so happy.

She doesn’t know the blood came from the man upstairs.

The one who smiled at her in the hallway. Who crouched down, too close, and asked her name while Rafe fumbled with his keys. She hadn’t even answered, just blinked and sucked her thumb, but it was enough. Enough to make Rafe clench his jaw all night. Enough to keep him up, pacing the apartment, watching her sleep in her little bed while rage crackled just under his skin.

And when she woke up the next morning, hair a mess, eyes bleary, and asked if she could be a scary doll for Halloween, with real blood like in the movies... well.

He already had some.

He hadn’t planned to use it. Not at first. But when she looked up at him like that, bright and sugar-happy and trusting, something in him snapped quiet. Like a switch flipping inside his chest.

She never questioned it. Not once. Never flinched when he dipped his fingers in it. Never asked why it smelled so warm, or soaked so deep. Never noticed the way his hands trembled when he touched her dress, when he painted her throat, her belly, her lap.

She just smiled.

All she knows is that Daddy let her stay up late.

And Rafe, Rafe knows no one’s ever going to look at her again.

Not without bleeding for it.

“My sweet girl,” he whispers, brushing a kiss to the top of her head.

She doesn’t stir. Just breathes warm against his chest, slow and steady, safe in his arms.

And he holds her tighter.

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being best friend with rafe cameron in s1 means having your chest stared at constantly. sorry to say, but this boy gets no play whatsoever, and he’s absolutely shameless with the way he watches.

it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing — bikini top, a thin little tank top, even a cute little dress — rafe’s eyes drop. every time. he’ll act like he’s listening, nodding along with whatever you’re saying, but he’s not. he’s distracted. zoned out. zoning in. his gaze lingers just a second too long, his tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek like he’s trying to behave, but failing.

he’s the worst when you stretch. or lean over. or sit cross-legged in the grass with your arms behind you, supporting your weight and pushing your chest out just a little too much. he doesn’t even try to be slick about it anymore. sometimes he makes a little noise under his breath — barely audible, like damn — and then he looks away all innocent, like he wasn’t just mentally undressing you while sipping a capri sun.

and you don’t think much of it, honestly. it’s just rafe being rafe — always a little too much of a guy, always a little too obvious.

he’ll offer you his hoodie half the time, not because you’re cold — because he needs a goddamn break. he’s losing his mind.

and the worst part? he finds himself constantly adjusting his shorts around you, every time you turn away from him.

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Big brother!Rafe blurb inspired by “we hug now”

cw: incest

Big brother!Rafe, who you kissed in the dead of night, who tastes like danger and heat and something holy. You stole breathless, sacred moments, huddled in corners of silence and shadow, where only the dark knows what you are.

For months, it was a secret hymn between your bodies, a kind of love that dares not name itself but burns brighter because of it. You tell yourselves it’s stronger than rules, stronger than guilt, that whatever twisted thing you’ve created is still yours. Yours alone.

Even when your hands shake, even when the sickness sets in and you start mistaking pain for passion, you hold tight. At least you're not alone in it. At least, you have him.

But then, he starts to slip. He stops reaching for you in the dark, stops letting your fingers linger on the curve of his jaw or the edge of his soul. And then one day, he’s with her.

You see it, the easy way he laughs now, the way his hands don’t hesitate to touch her. You don’t recognize him. Or maybe you do, maybe this is who he’s always been, and you were just the secret, the hidden bruise beneath his ribs he never planned to keep.

You catch him in the hallway, a ghost of the nights you once shared still clinging to your sleeves. Your voice shakes when you say his name.

He doesn’t look at you.

“You gotta move on. Shit we did was messed up. Don’t be fucking weird.”

And then he’s gone. Just like that. And you’re left there, in the sterile glow of hallway lights, your heart cracked open, eyes burning, realizing this is it.

He’s walked away from the madness you both once called love. He’s trading it all in for the normal life you used to whisper about, limbs tangled in sheets, dreaming of daylight you never thought you’d reach.

But he gets it.

The normalcy. The clean slate. He gets to laugh about this one day, call it a “phase,” something reckless and dumb and buried.

But for you, it’s not a phase.

It was everything.

The fire. The ruin. The altar.

You gave him your world, and now you’re left in the ashes, haunted by the love you still hold for him in your aching heart.

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situations between serial killer!rafe x candy!reader

cw: murder, dd/lg, drugging, (forced) infantalisation, conditioning

“Don’t look over there, princess.”

One of Rafe's victims escapes mid-kill and stumbles into your home. You see a bloody, barely alive man in the hallway. Before you can scream, Rafe drags the man back, smooths his bloodied shirt, and says: “Just a work accident, baby. Why don’t you go draw Daddy something?” You nod, because you trust him. Always.

“Oh, looks like he had a little fall. Time to go, doll.”

Rafe takes you to the store and you get all pouty and sad that someone called you dumb when you asked "How does the money fit in that tiny thing?" when Rafe paid with his card. So he kills them in the parking lot, in full view of you, but in such a smooth way, that you don’t even realize it happened. Stabs him right where he’ll bleed out the quickest as he strides past him. You think he just fell. Rafe coaxes you into the car before the blood puddle can form.

“Why does it smell like metal in here...?”

You tilt your head as you step into the living room. “Smells funny.” Rafe blinks once. Then twice. “That’s the new candle,” he says, holding it up. It’s unlit. You nod like that explains everything. "Okay, daddy." He watches you walk away, heart pounding. You really are too sweet for this world. Good thing he’ll burn it all down before it ever touches you.

“Daddy's favorite sound.”

He records your voice, laughing, humming, asking if he wants more sprinkles on his cupcake. He listens to the clips when he’s cutting someone up, like a soundtrack. Your voice, light and soft, floats through the kill room.

"Quiet time, hm? Isn't that right, pumpkin?"

Rafe coos at you as he slips your pink sticker ridden noise cancelling headphones on with your favorite playlist playing and pushes a sweet-tasting little pill between your parted lips as you drift off so far you don’t even register the screams of the pathetic excuse of a man Rafe is axing into pieces.

“You’re so good for me, baby.”

Rafe’s voice is velvet against your cheek, the smell of his shampoo mixing with something... sharper. He’s wiping frosting from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, cooing at you like a child, while your head lolls drowsily against the headboard. Somewhere below the floorboards, the chains rattle, but you’re too busy giggling at the sparkle in his eyes to care.

“Open wide for me, angel.”

Your cheeks are sticky with lollipop sugar and he’s feeding you another pill with practiced ease, a bottle of pink strawberry milk already waiting in his other hand. His free one casually flicks the safety of a knife. "Eyes on me, sweetheart. Don’t look behind you" You don’t. You never do.

“Princess Deserves Peace.”

He hums your favorite cartoon theme under his breath as he scrubs the blood from his boots. The catchy melody stuck in his head all day, even singing the lyrics he accidentally memorized from hearing the theme song so much as he readied his gun while a fearful man kicked and tried to yell through his gag on the floor in front of Rafe.

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how serial killer!rafe infantilizes candy!reader

cw: murder, dd/lg, drugging, (forced) infantalisation, conditioning

Picks out your clothes daily: baby pink jumpers, frilly socks, shirts with cartoons, flowy dresses, and overalls; he calls anything else “not for his girl.”

Pre-chews or cuts your food: he’s “making sure you don’t choke, sweets.” Even at restaurants.

Won’t let you have sharp objects. “Why would my baby need scissors? You’ll hurt yourself.”

Reads you bedtime stories: real ones, or made-up ones about princesses being rescued by men with knives.

Bans caffeine and alcohol, (but gives you sedatives and “mood candy” in cutesy pillboxes you decorated.)

Only calls you “baby,” “princess,” “kitten,” or “doll.” ect., He never uses your real name, he says it sounds too grown.

Rewards you with praise for being helpless:“You’re such a good girl for letting Daddy handle it.”“That’s right, no thinking, just smile for me.”

Corrects your tone if you sound “too adult.”“Ah ah, use your soft voice, baby. Remember?”

Encourages babytalk. Pretends not to understand you unless you use cutesy words.

Tells you scary, complex things (like taxes, politics, or crime) are “way too much for your soft little brain.”

Your wardrobe is 80% themed: cupcakes, animals, pastel florals, glitter jelly shoes, or footie pajamas.

Insists you wear lip gloss and blush but nothing “mature.” No red lipstick, no eyeliner, “makes you look mean.”

Only buys you coloring books and kids toys, nothing that you need actual brain power to do or use.

Keeps the remote for the TV hidden when he leaves so you can’t watch anything but the kids channel.

Tells strangers you’re “special” or “slow” so they won’t talk to you directly.

Uses pacifiers when you’re stressed, says it “calms her.” Sometimes he soaks them in syrup or drugs.

Keeps you under a surveillance system with baby monitor audio, GPS bracelet, and room camera. Just in case.

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serial killer!rafe x candy!reader headcannons

cw: murder, dd/lg, drugging, (forced) infantalisation, conditioning

they both had rough upbringings and that's why he's the way he is, but she isn't like him, she's still innocent, still unscarred despite the things she's been through. so he decides to give her the happiness, care, and childhood they both never got.

Rafe infantilizes you not out of kink, but control and trauma: He sees your sweetness as something that must be preserved at all costs, a living, breathing embodiment of the innocence he never had. He insists on brushing your hair, cutting your food, dressing you, even if you resist, that can always be fixed with a little pill or some syrup.

You genuinely think Rafe just has “a cool job”: You don’t understand why he’s always covered in bruises or smells like metal. He tells you it’s "underground work for rich people" and you just accept it, barely listening in the first place as you color.

He’s obsessive, but calm about it: Rafe doesn’t yell. He’s too calculated. His thinking almost completely clinical, only a sliver of the emotional recklessness he looks down on, coming through when it comes to you. He will calmly slit a throat, then wipe the blood off his hands before tucking you into bed with a soft kiss to the forehead, smiling as you mumble, "Nigh’, daddy..."

Your apartment looks like a cursed dreamhouse: Half serial killer den (plastic tarps, industrial sinks, weapons stashed everywhere) and half Sanrio-on-acid (heart-shaped rugs, pastel pink furniture, shelves of plushies with knives hidden behind them).

He lets you decorate his kill room: Only you don’t know it’s his kill room. He tells you it’s his “work studio” and you fill it with glittery curtains and drawings you drew for him. It’s grotesque, and he loves that it smells like your bubblegum body spray when he’s in there later with a corpse.

You make him bracelets: Wears them over his gloves when he’s slicing someone open. The pink plastic beads and the letter ones spelling out "DADA" get soaked in blood sometimes, but he just washes them. If it stains? "It’s ketchup, baby."

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SUKUNA RYOMEN♡

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rapper!sukuna nd singer!reader

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

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PERVERYICKY!RAFE WITH SEX ADDICT!READER

𐙚 met in highschool and have been attached to the hip since

𐙚 reader was there for rafe when his mom died and was there for him during his drug addiction

𐙚 obsessed with each other to the point where ward and readers mom tried sending them to rehab in different states, but they both ran away for at least a month

𐙚 both lost their virginity to each other at 14/15

𐙚 reader who, has seen multiple therapists and been to at least four different rehabilitation centres before her parents low-key gave up

𐙚 rafe and reader who, are the pda couple who, always touching eachother holding hands and whispering vile stuff to eachother

𐙚 rafe who, bought themselves an apartment because everyone at tannyhill kept complaining about how they keep having sex everywhere and are just borderline disgustingly loud

𐙚 reader who, is always wearing short flimsy dresses or skirts because it's easy access for rafe to just grope her ass or just shove is dick into reader

𐙚 rafe and reader who are known for having sex in public but nobody actually says anything about it

𐙚 reader who, will walk around the house with a old tank top and no under because why not

𐙚 reader who, will overstimulate herself and rafe by squeezing his cock with her puffy and slick pussy

𐙚 rafe who, has a safe for himself and reader because they could go on for hours day and night

𐙚 who have been caught by their parents multiple times before. the first time was by readers dad when her parents came home early from date night

𐙚 reader who, has random depressive episodes because she sometimes wishes she was "normal"

𐙚 reader will cockwarm rafe the whole day daydream about their future and will vent about some of her old therapy sessions from when she was 17

𐙚 rafe who, will vent about how awful and suicidal he felt when he was doing drugs but stayed because she kept him grounded

𐙚 who will smoke weed the whole day and just eat pancakes rafe made earlier that morning

𐙚 wheezie who, will come over to spend time with reader, they'll gossip for hours about rafe and reader promising wheezie that her and rafe will get better in their own time

𐙚 reader who, will visit home and just lie in bed with her mom and dad, promising them as well that she'll try and get herself straight(they know that it will most likely never happen, and when she leaves her parents cry in each other's arms)

𐙚 rafe who, only goes to tannyhill to visit sarah and wheezie after ward had begged him to

𐙚 rafe and reader who, no matter how many times they promise to get better or even trying to they would rather stay the way they are because they know they've been broken since the day they met each other

excuse my grammar or spelling errors english is not my first language. dividers by @bernardsbendystraws please let me know if anything is inaccurate and I'll definitely change it!!^

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thinking about how after stack left for 7 years, you tried moving on. you find a nice man, with a stable job but your heart never felt present with him.

this man was supposed to fill the hole stack left in your heart but it was like filling a bucket with water only to realize the bucket was truly never going to be filled. He was supposed to be a replacement, distraction but he was just a warm body to hold you at night to stop yourself from sinking into darkness.

every kiss, hug, touch was nothing more than that. nothing left a mark on you like stack did. emotionally, physically and mentally.

all those nights that were supposed to be his and yours alone were never truly, stack lingered in the back of your mind constantly, it was selfish of you to think of the man who left you broken while another was trying desperately to put you back together, but stack lingered & lingered.

your partner was understanding, he knew the state stack left you in. he didn’t mind the many nights that you cried on his chest about the other man, he knew that you hated yourself for how you were feeling. he never questioned you on your feelings for him because he knew how you felt, you didn’t need to say anything.

days, weeks, months and years go by. yet you still remained the same. you still continued to grieve a life that should of been, you wished for the other life but he still said his ‘i love you’ in return of you muttering a small ‘me too.’ it was never the response he wanted or the one he hoped for but it made due.

he understood until one day stack returned.

“it took me 7 years for you too let me in your heart but it takes you just one sight of him and your his?” his voice pained it stretched raw for miles, “how is that any fair?” he questioned you, questioned the placement in your life. you wish you had a response better than “i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head, “his named whispered in our home for 7 years and all you can come up with is “sorry.” i have loved you unconditionally, devoted myself to you.. isn’t that enough?” his voice cracking, meeting his eyes you see the sadness behind them.

theres no one to blame but yourself, you didn’t mean for this to drag out for as long as it did but life has its ways of changing. you knew that the man across from you had a version of you in his head that was his alone, not tainted by stack.

“i didn’t ask for that and i’m sorry i could never fully give myself too you in the way you wanted.” you loved him. you did but not in the way you loved; love stack. he knew that but suffered in the silent hope of you getting over stack but that never happened.

“i love you, i do but” you pause, your breath shuddering before continuing. “not in the way you want me to feel or need me too, i never asked for you to stay. you could of left multiple times but you didn’t.. why?” you both knew why. yet he couldn’t say it, couldn’t come to terms with it.

he knew that you would never get over stack, he knew it when he found your diary open on the coffee table, one sentence standing out to him.

“although i wish he was here instead, the one living in his head. he just comes to visit me when im dreaming every now and then.”

he knew from that sentence alone that you were never going to be his, yet he still chose to stay. you tried to convince yourself you weren’t the blame for that.

but if you speak of the devil too many times he will appear.

there was a knock at your screen door, the man in front of you looks at the wall clock, time reading 7:00pm..strange

sighing heavily, “who could be knocking at this hour?” he questions like you had any idea. before you could answer you hear a familiar voice.

“baby! you gonna let me in or have me out here all night.?” 

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Big brother!Rafe blurb inspired by “we hug now”

cw: incest

Big brother!Rafe, who you kissed in the dead of night, who tastes like danger and heat and something holy. You stole breathless, sacred moments, huddled in corners of silence and shadow, where only the dark knows what you are.

For months, it was a secret hymn between your bodies, a kind of love that dares not name itself but burns brighter because of it. You tell yourselves it’s stronger than rules, stronger than guilt, that whatever twisted thing you’ve created is still yours. Yours alone.

Even when your hands shake, even when the sickness sets in and you start mistaking pain for passion, you hold tight. At least you're not alone in it. At least, you have him.

But then, he starts to slip. He stops reaching for you in the dark, stops letting your fingers linger on the curve of his jaw or the edge of his soul. And then one day, he’s with her.

You see it, the easy way he laughs now, the way his hands don’t hesitate to touch her. You don’t recognize him. Or maybe you do, maybe this is who he’s always been, and you were just the secret, the hidden bruise beneath his ribs he never planned to keep.

You catch him in the hallway, a ghost of the nights you once shared still clinging to your sleeves. Your voice shakes when you say his name.

He doesn’t look at you.

“You gotta move on. Shit we did was messed up. Don’t be fucking weird.”

And then he’s gone. Just like that. And you’re left there, in the sterile glow of hallway lights, your heart cracked open, eyes burning, realizing this is it.

He’s walked away from the madness you both once called love. He’s trading it all in for the normal life you used to whisper about, limbs tangled in sheets, dreaming of daylight you never thought you’d reach.

But he gets it.

The normalcy. The clean slate. He gets to laugh about this one day, call it a “phase,” something reckless and dumb and buried.

But for you, it’s not a phase.

It was everything.

The fire. The ruin. The altar.

You gave him your world, and now you’re left in the ashes, haunted by the love you still hold for him in your aching heart.

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one of the best movies i've watched in a while 100% recommend. 100/10 rating^.^

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strawberry!reader x high school teacher!rafe

because sometimes the sweetest things are the most dangerous. nineteen. held back a grade. too soft for her own good. he’s her teacher. too drawn in to care about the line he’s crossing. secret. wrong. everything they both crave.

strawberry!reader who... always sits in the front row, scribbling in pink ink and decorating her notes with little hearts, not for any boy in class, but because she knows he notices. she smiles when he leans over her desk to explain something, heart hammering like he’s whispering a secret only she gets to hear.

high school teacher!rafe who... tells himself he's just helping her out, that she’s a struggling student and it’s his job, but the way his eyes linger when she bites her lip, the way he memorises the shade of gloss she wears, betray him every time. he’s not watching her like a teacher. he’s watching her like a man who wants things he shouldn’t.

strawberry!reader who... blushes when he calls her “sweetheart” but leans in every time he does it anyway.

high school teacher!rafe who... gives her extra credit assignments just so she’ll stay after school with him.

strawberry!reader who... bakes him things, banana bread, strawberry cupcakes, cookies with heart sprinkles, and leaves them on his desk with a shy little note that just says “for you :)”. she watches his face closely when he takes a bite, and the way he looks at her afterward almost makes her knees go weak.

high school teacher!rafe who... let’s his hand linger too long on her back when he says goodbye after detention.

strawberry!reader who... always brings him homemade muffins and giggles when he teases her about trying to “butter him up.”

high school teacher!rafe who... keeps a drawer in his desk with little things she’s given him, scraps of paper with doodles, a birthday card, even a hair tie she left behind once. he tells himself he’ll throw then away. he never does.

strawberry!reader who... wears strawberry scented lip gloss and lets it smudge on his collar when she hugs him a little too long.

high school teacher!rafe who... always has an excuse, “she needed help,” “she stayed late for tutoring,” “I was just making sure she was okay.” he’s built a fortress of justifications around himself, but every time her fingers brush his when she hands in an assignment, the walls crack a little more.

strawberry!reader who... might look soft, but who has that quiet, desperate need to be wanted, and knows exactly where to find it.

high school teacher!rafe who... knows it’s wrong, but keeps a photo of her tucked into the back of his planner anyway.

strawberry!reader who... wears oversized sweaters that fall off her shoulders, her skirts just a little too short when she leans over his desk to ask a question she already knows the answer to. she’s innocent on the surface, but she knows exactly what she’s doing. part of her craves the way he loses composure.

high school teacher!rafe who... has never felt this kind of possessiveness before. he’s rougher when he knows she’s talking to other guys. he keeps her after class, close and quiet, thumb brushing her lips like he’s daring her to ask him to kiss her again. and she always does.

teachers little pet.

[rafespvssy]

oh god they weren't lying male moans are the best things in this world

[rafespvssy]

RAPPER!SUKUNA ND SINGER!READER(cherry)

ᡣ𐭩 rapper!sukuna who raps about world problems, his past, and mental health issues, and mostly singer!reader.

ᡣ𐭩 singer!reader who sings about her ed recovery, sukuna, and love, ect.

ᡣ𐭩 reader and sukuna reader who met through suguru, who was producing sukuna's third album and suggested reader feature on a few songs.

ᡣ𐭩 sukuna, who later asked cherry out for dinner. later that night they exchanged numbers and kept in touch, cherry had then called sukuna asking him if he would feature in her new album.

ᡣ𐭩 from then onwards they'd go out for a few months before making anything official. once they did reader "leaked" this.

ᡣ𐭩 ever since then, the two have been attached to the hip and a month later moved in together. reader nor sukuna have ever actually denied or confirmed their relationship but their lyrics speak for themselves.

ᡣ𐭩 sukuna who bought singer!reader a greyhound three months into dating, singer!reader who named the dog luna.

ᡣ𐭩 rapper!sukuna and cherry who spontaneously go on tour together when they're bored.

ᡣ𐭩 cherry who introduced rapper!sukuna to her family four months into dating, they loved him after seeing how soft and gentle he is with reader.

ᡣ𐭩 sukuna who help reader when she feels insecure and like she's going to relapse with her ed.

ᡣ𐭩 sukuna who once got invited to the met gala, went and later wrote a whole paragraph about how the event was absolutely awful and is just a scam for rich people to dress fancy. (and that half the celebrities that go don't support palestine, sudan, congo, ect)

ᡣ𐭩 reader who donates tour and promotion money to genocide charities and families in need all over the world.

ᡣ𐭩 reader who encouraged sukuna to attend anger management therapy and therapy in general to help with his childhood trauma.

ᡣ𐭩 reader and sukuna who once got a pregnancy scare and just drove to target and bought a couple different tests, while they were there a couple fans spotted them and rumours spread that reader was pregnant.

ᡣ𐭩 instead of denying the rumours they just let them be until reader decided to go live and force sukuna to denying the rumours with the multiple pregnancy tests in his hands

ᡣ𐭩 people who sometimes forget how young the couple is. sukuna is 22/23 and reader is 21.

ᡣ𐭩 rapper!skuna and singer!reader who have been dating for two years, with an upcoming album they've been working on together.