in my little pony universe youd go to a job interview and theyd be like so how does your cutiemark reflect your dedication to this position. And every time youd have to spew some bullshit about how your cutiemark of two tennis rackets actually means youre a team player and good at multitasking and view the market like a playing field. or whatever. and you wouldnt even get the job
Thanks to Equestria v Sugar Sprinkle, cutie mark interview questions are considered hiring discrimination, so if anypony asks you any cutiemark related questions or even alludes to any questions about your cutiemark such as "In your own words, describe your life purpose" you can and should refuse to answer. Know your rights, ponies.
all selfshippers with evil malicious ass f/os pulling out the soft gentle comfort imagines whenever something bad happens i feel you and get you so hard and you are not alone actually mad scientist dr finklethorp who wants to kill everyone ever WOULD snuggle with you and give you soft kisses actually they told me so
hear meee outtt, single mom reader whos starting to get out there in the dating world and a younger bakugo id say maybe like 25 to 26 whos so down bad for mama
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and the kid can talk, like 7/8, new adult pregnancy situation and he’s soooo blunt and frowny towards bakugou like straight up tells him “i like deku more.” but they both end up getting on because they’re both honest and forward and bakugou’s more big brother that’s strict energy.
BUT hmmmm not sure how he meets you first. him out of uniform in public. you’re so wrapped up in your own busy life that you don’t connect the dots that bakugou katsuki is dynamight. omg what if you go to a speed dating event that goes wrong and he’s also at the bar with his friends in the corner. he’s waiting for his drink to be made and you go up to him assuming he’s one of the guys that you didn’t get to speak to and he’s also there for the event.
you recognise he does look a little younger than you, but he’s also fine as hell. exactly your type with his strong build and grip. tall with a pretty face.
“these things are always so awkward. this is my first ever one.”
and he frowns at you, confused with what you’re talking about or why you’re talking to him. but you’re also gorgeous, stunningly so. what your age could be doesn’t even pass his mind.
so he kinda just plays along, “er yeah. fuckin’ hate them.”
he leans his forearms on the bar, licking across his bottom lip, trying to gain context cues to what you mean. you, who’s maybe on the edge of tipsy with your two drinks you had previously for some confidence, stare at the veins in his arm. how thick they look, how his plain black t-shirt sucks on his bicep. you’d love to suck on his bicep and—
then you realise you were staring. darting up to his face with round eyes then away, looking forward. you’re a little nervous now, overwhelmed with the shitty conversations you just had and now you’ve got yourself in a conversation with a stupidly sexy man.
“how come i didn’t get to speak to you? i would have dotted your name down on the card.”
bakugou takes advantage of the fact you’re not looking at him, that you’re cutely chewing down on your lip as you stare into your drink and notices the sign by the door.
27+ Speed Dating 8pm-9pm
what the hell are you doing in fucking speed dating events?
should he lie? say he came late or something? and why such a random age limit?
“gonna be honest, sweetheart, i’m here with those idiots in the corner. didn’t come for the dating thing,” he nods a thanks to the bartender as his beer slides along the bar. “apparently i’m not even old enough to attend.”
he doesn’t move though, instead he slightly leans on the top to face you. bakugou watches as another wave of embarrassment settles through you.
“oh, shit. sorry, i just assumed…,” that’s what you get for being brave. one night away from your kid and you’ve wasted it. then you blink in a mixture of shock and disgust at yourself, “wait, how old are you? you’re not one of those kids that look double their age with all the gmos and preservatives are you?”
bakugou chuckles, it starts deep in his chest and rises up out of his mouth. it’s an attractive laugh, it’s even more attractive when he takes a swig of his beer and licks the foam off his top lip.
“i’m twenty five, but don’t worry i’m into older women.”
heat blooms under your skin. you feel as if your body has been set on fire. you have the urge to grab the ice cube in your glass and press it to your forehead.
you fight it, especially when he smirks at your reaction. you scoff under your breath, “that makes me sound like a cougar. you’re only four years younger than me.”
you flick your eyes onto the man and he’s already staring back at you. you won’t lie, you love how his attention feels. his ruby eyes are beautiful, specks of burnt orange swimming in them as he keeps his focus on your face. occasionally on your lips and one glance at your top but nothing inappropriate. he licks along his teeth, pretends like he’s confident talking to gorgeous women at bars. he’s just as new to this as you are.
“hey, i never said cougar. i’m a big boy, i don’t need a mommy.” then he waves for the bartender, “d’you want another drink?”
he points at your single melting ice cube in your glass.
you’re shocked at how thrilling talking to this man is. after boring, uninspired and one offensive conversation about you being a single mother at the speed dating table, this one is fun and you actually find the guy attractive.
“i have a child by the way. i am an actual mother,” you blurt, then sigh at yourself, “not that you’re interested in anything more or even like me like that but just so it’s out there.”
you’ve been in situations where guys are into you and then back off at the fact you’re got a kid at home. then you get guys like today blaming you for not being with the baby or the baby’s father. you’re exhausted.
bakugou raises an eyebrow, “hold on sweetheart, drink first and then you can tell me whatever you want. including your name.”
your flush isn’t letting up. when you were younger you were so much better at flirting, talking to random men on nights out but after focusing on your kid and work, you’ve seemed to have lost it.
you ramble off your choice of drink to the bartender and then you introduce yourself, “yn, 29. i grew up around here. that’s what we said at the speed dating thing.” you point your thumb behind you at the now empty tables and the few couples awkwardly getting to know each other.
“alright. katsuki, 25. i grew up a city over but i live here now.”
“oi kacchan! you comin’ back to us or what?” another blonde guy in the corner table shouts and you watch as katsuki grits his jaw. you don’t see the look he gives them but they all laugh, settling back into their seats.
“sorry about them. fuckin’ idiots,” you notice the faint blush on his cheeks, looking down at the brown liquid of his beer.
seeing him blush is cute but you feel the urge to ignore it just to talk to him more, “what do you do for work?”
that has him looking up again, tilting his head. that gets his confidence up. standing straighter, his chest puffing out slightly, “i’m a hero. been one since i was sixteen.”
you gasp, “wow that’s crazy! you’re so brave fighting villains all the time. maybe you could deal with all the annoying people in my life.”
he smirks and from this angle, his gold cased canine catches the dim light of the bar, “unless they’re tryin’ to kill ya, i can’t help there sweetheart. though i could bend my morals for you.”
he’s smooth with it, bakugou’s impressed himself with this one, even when you lightly giggle, “shush. my son’s favourite hero is deku. i don’t know if you know him but he’s always watching his videos online.”
you think you said something wrong when bakugou scrunches his nose, “the fuck? not dynamight?”
you frown, “which one is that? sorry i’m terrible with heroes.”
bakugou forces his jaw not to drop. obviously not everyone knows about heroes but to know deku and not him? like they don’t work together all the time?
“you must have seen him. blonde hair, explosions?” he blurts, pointing to his own hair and he even holds out a palm, letting it crackle between you.
“oh yes! my son thinks he’s loud, always shouting. he’s with deku, isn’t he?” you reply and then everything connects. you blink a few times and bakugou watches the realisation in real time, “you’re dynamight? wow.”
bakugou chuckles again, wiping his face with his hand, “tell your son, i only shout because nobody listens. you gotta be brave to tell people how it is.”
you smile, “he’s gonna think i’m lying if i tell him i met you.”
bakugou notices you’re not starstruck or anything, if anything you’re genuinely excited to tell your son this little story. he wonders if the kid has the same eyes as you, hair colour. if the fathers in the picture.
“how old is he?”
“nine. i had him when i was twenty.”
bakugou imagines you pregnant, waddling around, needing breathers when out in the supermarket with your hand on your stomach.
“must be a cute kid if he looks anythin’ like you.”
he’s taking cheap shots here, he’s talented in many things but flirting with pretty mothers isn’t one of them.
you roll your eyes, “he’s alright.” you joke but you catch yourself, “i mean he’s my whole world. always comes first for me.”
bakugou nods, he gets it. he works with children a lot either at hospitals or schools. little ones running at his feet. their parents always have the same glowy look in their eye, the same one you have currently.
“what’s work for you?”
“i’m an animator. freelance but i do work for lots of studios, if they need extra hands or specific scenes they’ll message me in.”
bakugou doesn’t get shocked often but he does here. he doesn’t know what he was expecting you to say but not that. “that’s fuckin’ sick, what the hell?”
the conversation drags you both to a two seater table in the corner. your knee in between his, chairs so close you can feel his breath on your face when he talks.
he tells you he texted his friends that he’s gonna sit with you when you worry you just took him away from them, “they don’t give a fuck. probably laughin’ at me for even talkin’ to you.”
“why would they laugh!?”
bakugou takes a gulp. he’s not sure how much he should admit to him being a loser when it comes to women. sure they come onto him but he never does anything back.
“i don’t really talk to women. especially ones that look like you.”
alcohol has fully saturated your blood at this point, “looking like that,” you point at his chest, “with a mouth like that,” bakugou licks his bottom lip as a reflex, “i don’t understand why you wouldn’t.”
he loves the praise and also the distraction from his terrible skills, “like what? more words, sweetheart.”
his smirk makes your panties wet, you’re going to have fun choosing a toy out of your drawer tonight.
“you look like you belong in a boys anime but girls watch and write fanfiction about you.”
it’s probably the best compliment bakugou’s ever received.
“pretty face,” you continue, sipping your drink, “great body and you can actually hold a conversation. rare nowadays.”
bakugou grunts, a satisfied one that makes him lean over the table. “i dunno what the fuck you were doing at a speed dating event.”
“just wanted to meet new people, get out there.” you reply innocently, full of hope that makes bakugou want to look after you. treat you kindly and wrap his arms around you. but then you’re looking at him with these watery eyes, shifting your bare thighs in this tiny skirt, nudging your knee with his.
he is so fucked.
“forgive me for being so forward but i need to take you out or home. whatever you want i’ll give it to you.”
you run through the options in your head. he’s asking if you just want sex or want to date. your mouth dries up and you’re immediately taking another sip of your drink.
“oh, i’m, err looking to date?” you respond, tilting your head. forcing yourself to not focus on his lips. how tempting it would be to press yours against his. that would be the only reason why you say your next words, “but i’d have sex with you too.”
with glowing signs from both parties, bakugou slides his hand on your jaw, the first touch of the night and then kisses you. it’s only a peck that quickly becomes more. a groan and he angles his head, nipping your bottom lip so you open up. you’re almost crawling into his lap when you suck on his tongue. you take control of the kiss, no matter how badly bakugou wants to. it’s a little messy, very needy and when you part, you need to wipe the spit from your mouth.
“oh god,” you whisper.
“d’you still have a thing with the father? your kids father?” bakugou mumbles against your lips. it’s not the right time to ask but he’s not about to ask to date you if the man is. fuck it, maybe he can, prove he’s the better choice.
your eyes widen, “no, no!”
“good.”
after spending another hour of conversation and making out, bakugou slides his phone over to you.
“i’m gonna take you out.”
you like the forwardness. you don’t see it with many people nowadays, “okay. i don’t like fish and my bladder is too weak for rollercoasters.” you wince, too much drinking for tonight, “ignore that i said that.”
“fuck rollercoasters. my whole life in a teenagers hands. fuck that.”
Chronically offline f/o… They look over your shoulder when you’re scrolling and suddenly you’re explaining years worth of internet history so they get some random meme you were looking at. They respond to every text with 👍. They don’t know how to take selfies. They get you to solve every tech problem you have and think you turning something off and turning it back on again makes you a genius.
“i dunno. hey, where do you think this piece goes?” valko holds up a small plastic building block—one of hundreds currently scattered across the living room carpet. today, he’s assembling a waterfall. another relic for your collection of nature-themed lego sets.
“hmm…probably right there, see?” you point toward a gray slab of rock. “the pattern at the top matches the one in your ha—wait. you don't know your birthday?”
“nope.” he clicks the pieces together, and his bushy tail swishes triumphantly. “before the pack took me in, i was out wandering alone. survival was more important than cake. thanks, by the way. i’ll be finished in no time. might even set a new record.”
your heart aches a little, but you don’t let it show. “do you want a birthday?”
he snorts, and a pointy canine peeks out. “that a decision i can make?”
“i don’t see why not. it’s your life.”
“yeah?” he folds his arms across his broad chest, suddenly more interested in you than his toys. “let’s do one every day, then.”
“really? dog years don’t already age you enough? at that rate, you'll be nine hundred by next wednesday.”
“eight hundred seventy-four chocolate cakes sound good to me. those’ll barely last me two days.”
humming skeptically, you slant your gaze at him and shake your head. “i don’t know if i can work with that age gap. anything over five hundred is just too risky for me.”
“okay, okay. you were the one who said i could pick,” he grumbles, though his eyes are alight with laughter. “…how about today, then?”
“seriously?”
“yeah, why not? i’m having a pretty good day so far.” he watches you with something a lot like love, a rosy color coming to his cheeks. “couldn’t hurt to make it better.”
“well, all right,” you breathe. right now, with him, you feel the same way. “today it is.”
smiling, you settle down on the floor next to him. “come on. let’s beat your record, and then we can celebrate.”
ʚ ✉️ ⋆˚࿔ yuji has been waiting an eternity to play the role of super awesome supportive boyfriend when you’re on your period, but unfortunately for him, you’re not the best at staying on script.
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itadori yuji loved to be needed by you.
it was the reason why when his phone vibrated, displaying your message of “raincheck? just got my period bleh :/” he immediately ditched megumi and nobara in favor of you, tossing a fleeting “sorry guys, boyfriend duties.” over his shoulder as he made a beeline straight for the nearest corner store.
the front door to your apartment clicked open, the rustle of plastic bags breaking the otherwise silence.
“baby, i’m here! i came as soon as—” the words died on his tongue when he finally caught sight of you. you, acting completely normal and finishing up with washing some dirty dishes. he cocked his head as a confused golden retriever would, the corners of his lips tugging downwards, dispirited.
the plastic bags spilled from his arms and onto the dining table clumsily—bags that were filled with all of your favorites. snacks, drinks, a little stuffed toy that reminded him of you, and even that one particular hoodie that you always found yourself stealing from him.
yuji often fantasized about being your knight in shining armor; his mind just couldn’t help but conjure up all sorts of scenarios in which he saved you heroically. whether that be from a super outrageous situation or something as mundane as the common cold.
he had thought about this specific scenario more than he would have liked to admit. he had thought about holding you so tightly, of you burying your face into his neck when your cramps got to be too much, of him rubbing soothing circles into your skin to help alleviate the pain. he was even packed with a full arsenal of knowledge about home remedies and what foods to avoid. itadori yuji had thought of everything.
when he walked in, he had expected to find you curled up in bed beneath the covers. to which he would have climbed in next to you, whispering that he was there to make it all better (corny, he knows). yet, there you were, standing in the kitchen as though you were completely fine.
“hey…” he pouted, visibly deflated. “i thought girls typically cramped and stuff. kugisaki said so.” his voice was low, the betrayal and disappointment beginning to cloud his eyes.
turning to him, you wiped your hands with a dish towel, eyebrows knitted in confusion. “well, i mean, yeah, but they’re not too bad right now.”
your boyfriend sank to his knees, the tile cold even through the fabric of his pants. all he had wanted to do was to impress you with his innate boyfriend abilities, but all he wanted to do in that moment instead was crawl into a hole and hide.
you chuckled at his dramatics. “yuj, you’re too good to me.” you were unable to hide the small smile that crept its way onto your lips. kneeling down with him, you wrapped your arms around his frame, placing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth. “my sweet, sweet boyfriend,” you cooed, pulling away just enough to pat his cheek lovingly. “let’s go watch a movie, yeah?”
—
his eyes burned into your skull as you curled up on the couch with him. you shifted stiffly under his gaze, wondering what could possibly be going on in that brain of his. were you acting weird? did he know something you didn’t? was he plotting something, and should you be on guard? you scrunched your nose at all the possibilities, the action only causing him to lean in closer, anticipating.
“what’s wrong? anything yet?” he blurted, hovering over your body and inspecting every inch of you with his eyes. “how ‘bout now?”
you shook your head, pushing him off of you and laughing at his eagerness to serve you. it was odd, but there was also something endearing about the fact that he wanted to take care of you, of how he wanted to prove how good of a boyfriend he was.
“c’mon, babe, won’t you throw a poor guy a bone?” he whined and threw his head back against the cushions, body limp and beginning to slouch.
truly, you were feeling better than was typical for you; your body had decided to be kind this time around and kept your symptoms minimal and tolerable. but yuji didn’t know that, perhaps it would be best if you played along for just a bit without being too obvious.
“y’know, a nice cold drink sounds good right about now,” you said, tapping a finger pensively against your chin.
yuji perked up at your words, eyes lighting up with the utmost elation. “on it!” he saluted you before darting into the kitchen to dig through his corner store haul. not even two seconds later, he returned with two cans of your favorite soda, still ice cold despite them having been left on the table.
you thanked him with yet another kiss on the cheek, grabbing the can from his hands before returning your attention back to the movie on screen. somehow, you two had ended up agreeing on the longest series known to mankind, and somewhere in between the second and third movie the bright colors and rapid changing scenery had begun to make your head buzz.
that in combination with the strong vanilla candle burning on the mantle and your heightened sensitivity wasn’t the most ideal combination. the seed of a migraine had been planted and it would only go downhill from there, that much you knew. it wouldn’t be much longer before your body fully succumbed to the pain, but you also didn’t want to be a party pooper and bail out on yuji either. he was completely engrossed in the action, reacting to every scene and dramatic line.
you allowed your eyes to flutter closed, pressing the cold can of soda against your forehead in hopes of mild relief—no matter how short-lived.
what you had tried your best to make seem a casual, discreet act piqued your boyfriend’s interest. the thing about yuji was that when it came to you, he was observant and receptive. he took notice of all the subtleties—how you closed your eyes when there was a particularly bright flash, the way you kept your nose covered with the blanket, and the way you used your cold drink as a makeshift ice pack.
getting up from his seat, he extinguished the candle, placing it as far away from you as possible before clicking the television off, all while mumbling something about how that one in particular was the most boring of the series and he was tired of watching it. in truth, he wasn’t actually bored of it, but he’d never admit that to you.
when he did so, he couldn’t help but note the relieved, yet confused, look on your face. the blanket dropped from your hold and eyelids slowly fluttered open at the absence of the bright lights.
“you okay?” he knelt in front of you, the back of his hand resting on your forehead to check for fever.
you nodded, eyes closing once more. “mhm,” you hummed and leaned into his touch as his hand drifted from your forehead down to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing gently at your cheekbone.
“i’ll be right back,” he whispered, lips finding their way to your forehead.
you listened as his footsteps faded away into the other room—the kitchen most likely—until the sound of his steps grew closer and once again he was kneeling before you. this time, however, with a glass of water and a small bottle of your preferred painkillers.
sitting up—hair disheveled and all—you took the pills, chasing them down with the glass of cold water. you had barely set the glass down when yuji hooked his arms underneath your legs and carried you into the bedroom. the bedroom where he had unmade the bed and drew all the curtains shut so it was as dark and comfortable as possible.
“just call if you need me, okay?”
you lied still as he walked out, not daring to move a muscle until you were able to hear him rustling around in the living room, cleaning up after all the snack wrappers and whatnot. your head went dizzy the moment you stood, but you did your best to power through and stumbled your way through the creaking door and into the hallway.
“yuj…?” you called out softly.
the rustling ceased. “hey, baby, what’s up?” he poked his head into the hallway where he caught you standing with a blanket around your shoulders.
“get in here and cuddle with me.”
a boyish grin that quickly evolved into a full-fledged cheshire cat smile stretched its way onto his lips. he didn’t waste a moment more, his body moving of its own volition, arms briskly sweeping you off your feet—as gently as he could muster so as to not aggravate your delicate state—before taking you back to bed.
his arms were strong around you as he shifted to fit himself against your body, chests pressed together and legs intertwined, before cocooning the both of you beneath the covers. his head dipped low, his lips finding purchase on your bare shoulder where the warmth seemed to seep straight through his lips and into his veins.
lacing your fingers with his, you brought his hand up to cradle the back of your head. you didn’t have to say anything for him to catch on, he immediately knew what you wanted and he would gladly give it to you. with his fingers massaging your scalp, you allowed yourself to relax under his touch, a small sigh slipping its way past your lips.
somewhere between yuji’s light touches and the painkillers taking effect, you found yourself nuzzling deeper into the cotton of his t-shirt, the smell of his detergent mixed with his natural scent making your eyelids heavy and lulling you in and out of consciousness.
“i got you,” he murmured, chin resting atop your head and arms pulling you in impossibly closer, his fingers never once daring to stop their caressing.
and though you were in pain and he hated that, a small, teeny tiny, little part of him was content enough with the fact that he got to fulfill some of his long anticipated boyfriend duties. even if not everything had played out the way he had originally imagined.
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, little yuji is cold in the middle of the night, so he cuddles up next to you and sukuna
it’s the middle of the night when you hear the door creak. you nuzzle into sukuna’s chest, thinking you’re just imagining things as you keep your eyes closed.
but small pitter-patters of feet make its way to your side of the bed, and a tiny hand tugs on the covers.
a soft hum of confusion escapes your lips as you rub the sleep from your eyes and squint at the blurry fluff of pink hair looking up at you.
“‘s too cold… can i sleep wif you..?” yuji asks, looking up at you with his big brown eyes as he clutches his little blanket and his tiger plushie held tight in his chubby arms.
“mhm, c’mere, baby,” you murmur, picking him up by the armpits and settling him in between you and ryomen.
a groan comes from said man, and he goes to turn on his back when yuji hits his chest.
ryomen stops turning and grumbles, “what’re you doing, brat? go back to bed…”
“‘s too cold!” yuji complains, moving to lay on sukuna’s chest.
“you’re going to make me overheat. get off.”
“nooo!”
“shhht!” you kick your legs and shush them, “figure something out and be quiet…” you murmur, already falling asleep.
silence occupies the room when suddenly yuji not so quietly whispers in sukuna’s ear, “i’m sleeping here,” while lying on his chest.
“you are not. get-“
sukuna’s interrupted when he’s kicked by a pair of colder feet next to him, and he scoffs. yuji tries to muffle his giggles in his hand but fails, as you can’t keep a smile off your face with adorable sounds like that.
as soon as you’re about to fall asleep, a large hand pulls you closer, having your back facing away from him instead of toward him now. your leg naturally lies on his, and your cheek presses onto the muscle of his arm, using it as a pillow.
he keeps a hand secure on your head and pats yuji’s back, and although the little boy is passed out, sukuna mumbles, “sleep, brats,” as he protects the two people he loves the most.
def taking reqs for them… gonna make this a series if i have enough ideas
ʚ c.w | fluff ⋮ married couple ⋮ sukuna's strict program .
" get out. " his voice was sharp through the walls of your shared chambers, sharper than how it usually was when he spoke of you. let alone to you. displeasement was all over his face and body language; all four arms crossed with a scowl creasing his aged brow.
you sat confused and alarmed, as to you, it just looked he was in a very bad mood. perhaps because you spent too much time in the hot springs this evening than he would've liked? you truly had no idea. " excuse me? "
his brow arched, " out. you're not allowed in our chambers like that. hasn't uraume told you? i expect they would without fail. perhaps my request fell upon deaf ears. "
uraume had came to your session in the hot springs passing on a message, something about what sukuna expects from you in your shared abode. the steam from the heated water you soaked in was much too tranquil for you to pay any mind to his request, dismissing uraume with a simple ' mhm. ' now you pay the price. " i won't repeat myself. "
" my lord, surely it doesn't call for this? just tell me what you ask of me, " in secrecy, you think your husband liked to hear you beg like this. with normal conversation, you wouldn't have to pry context from his stubborn mouth. or mouths... rather. " plus, would it not be a better idea to tell your wife your needs up front? " to suggest him something could end two ways; rarely going well.
he seemed to bite his cheek briefly, the way it dented and his jaw shifted. his eyes remained narrowed at you, but the scowl softened. had he not have a knack for making you beg, he wouldn't be slightly entertained. " i want us both naked, whenever we unite in our chambers past sundown. " he saw your eyes widen and your mouth begin to open in protest, "you're already striking a nerve of mine, wife. tread lightly."
you took a deep breath, surpressing your emotion in your tone the best you could manage. " ... naked? "
his expression barely shifts, relaxing his brows slightly. " is there still an issue with your ears, or is this merely your lack of comprehensive ability?" he began to close the distance between you two, eyeing the robe around your body with disgust. " it's a simple request. "
" a very intimate request. "
his eyes flickered with offense, " intimate? we are wed, bound to each other for life. there should be no issue with sharing our bodies freely and embrace our nudity in such a private space. " he leaned in, his voice lowering to a purr. " furthermore, i find your modesty annoying. this is hardly a crime. are you objecting? "
you weren't opposed, no, not at all. simply surprised. you remember reading his poetry that he tried to hide from you, and in some, it discussed the beauty and purity of the human body. to want to share that beauty is something he found admirable and a form of art.
" no... never. " that pleased him, his expression softened for the majority. you found yourself wrapped in four large arms and pulled back against his chest, the silent worry of the mouth on his stomach biting or licking you at any second.
if you decide to become a police officer then that outweighs any other marginalised identity you can rustle up like. not sorry, who asked you to willingly become a pig
I have heard of black people warning their kids that the race of a police officer is cop and you should not expect solidarity from them. The same applies to other types of minorities.
The sexuality of a police officer is cop.
The gender of a police officer is cop.
When you become the enforcer and protector of capital, you are making the deal to be slightly favored by the system over others like you, in exchange for being its servant. Your solidarity is with the system that you serve, even if it hates you.
If you want solidarity with those the system hates, you cannot be the system's servant and defender.
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