#the resistance is of the people and for the people

[snapcracklepop-myjoints]

when i say "any pronouns" it does not mean "you are allowed to default to exclusively using the pronouns that you view as corresponding to my presumed sex or gender presentation" it means all fucking pronouns.

[fairuzfan]

People who are talking about October 7th saying it's not "justified resistance" seem to always forget that they bulldozed the fence locking Gazans into a concentration camp.

People talk about this so little that I felt like I was making it up in my mind. But this was one of the most impactful images for Palestinians ever, im so glad that i didnt just imagine it.

[svtswhorehouse]

GYM CRUSH! JIHOON — nsfw

gym crush! jihoon who you discover only ever works out in the a.m after restless nights of tossing and turning in bed and deciding to go to the gym instead.

gym crush! jihoon who you have your eye on as soon as you walk in, wondering who the hell he is and why is he the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

gym crush! jihoon who keeps to himself and constantly has his headphones in.

gym crush! jihoon who you end up risking your sleep schedule for just to go ogle at him in the late hours of the night.

gym crush! jihoon who realizes that you’re constantly checking him out, but never calls you out on it.

gym crush! jihoon who just WON'T look at you and it's driving you so crazy that at one point you considered that maybe he shoots for the other team.

gym crush! jihoon who FINALLY gives you attention after he notices that you were struggling to change out weights on a machine and offers to do it for you.

gym crush! jihoon who asks if you need someone to spot you which you graciously take up because who are you to decline the very man you've had your eye set on for weeks.

gym crush! jihoon who rests his hand on your lower back and stands behind you, giving you advice with a voice of authority while you do your sets.

gym crush! jihoon who you go home and fantasize about later that night as your hand slowly creeps down your pants.

gym crush! jihoon who slowly becomes your gym buddy, seeing as you're the only person he for some reason does not mind interrupting his workouts. (plus he thinks you're really helpful when it comes to pushups because he always asks you to sit on his back.)

gym crush! jihoon who enjoys spotting you when you do squats the most !!!! (you're oblivious and think he's really just trying to help, but no. he just wants an excuse to look at your ass.)

gym crush! jihoon who texts you one random night at two in the morning asking if you want to meet him at the gym. (the answer is obviously yes.)

gym crush! jihoon who shows up not long after you do and realizes that the only people there are you and him. (+the workers that are somewhere off doing whatever, but who cares about them anyways.)

gym crush! jihoon who notices your workout attire right off the bat — a low-cut sports bra that accentuates your tits and spandex shorts that make your ass pop.

gym crush! jihoon who says that he'll spot you first and is quick to say squats when you ask him what you should start with.

gym crush! jihoon who's eyes never leave your ass while you're doing your sets and this time he's not so slick about it because you can see him in the mirror.

gym crush! jihoon who KNOWS you can see him, but has no shame about it as he licks his lips and sometimes meets your eyes in the reflection.

gym crush! jihoon who at the end of both of your workouts looks so irresistible after that you can't help but crash your lips against his, hungry and eager to have a taste.

gym crush! jihoon who was glad that you were thinking the same exact thing as him and kisses back almost instantly, placing his hand on your cheek.

gym crush! jihoon who you can't help but resist the urge to lick his abs when he pulls his shirt off.

gym crush! jihoon who doesn't even bother removing your sports bra and instead pulls it down so your tits pop out and he can hold you close to litter them in hickeys.

gym crush! jihoon who keeps your underwear as a souvenir after he’s done with you and you have no other choice but to leave with a wet patch on your shorts as his cum drips out of you.

gym crush! jihoon who bends you over the nearest piece of gym equipment to take you from behind.

gym crush! jihoon who puts you in a headlock and you can’t help but moan in pleasure at the feeling of his big beefy arms wrapped firmly around your neck (ughhhhh i want.)

gym crush! jihoon who mutters the FILTHIEST words of degradation in your ear, telling you how pathetic you are for letting him fuck you out in the open and how you were probably planning this all along.

gym crush! jihoon who admires the way your arousal drips from your cunt and onto the leather of the gym equipment.

gym crush! jihoon who stuffs his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on when you get a lil too loud.

gym crush! jihoon who you get in the routine of fucking every single time to end your workouts now.

gym crush! jihoon who one day decided to spice things up and make you do your sets while a vibrator is inside of you (turns out it wasn’t a good idea when you almost dropped the weight on his foot 😭)

gym crush! jihoon who gets bored of his workouts one day and decides to see how much stamina he has instead (man can go for ROUNDS, but u can’t :’) you would definitely get overstimulated.

gym crush! jihoon who eventually asks you out for a proper date after months of just working out and fucking.

[sweetcheeksbby]

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ delicate.

characters: kenji sato and baker reader

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, new friendship, beginnings of a small crush

"Hey!" Came Kenji's cry of protest as you swooped in to yank the cigarette from his lips.

"Smoke and you get no chocolate chip cookies," You warned sternly, placing a steaming cup of coffee down his table. He was the only person in the establishment, seeing as it was only 5 am but you never did like the smell of smoke.

"Haven't you ever heard of the customer is always right?" Kenji grumbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest and hunching over his drink. "This is some crappy customer service."

"Quit it, Mr. Whiny Pants. Don't make me throw you out."

He huffed angrily, but merely pouted in lieu of a response.

You owned the small bakery just one street away from where Kenji Sato lived. He always dropped by to buy pastries during the afternoon, but now he's taken to visiting every morning as well. He was quite taken with the vegan chocolate chip cookies you sold and wanted them straight out the oven.

You still had a few minutes before the cookies needed to be taken out. You grabbed the first aid kit and strolled gracefully to the corner booth where he sat.

He had dark bags under his eyes, and a cut on his forehead that needed some new dressing. His rumpled clothes hung limp on his tall frame as he stared out the window with glazed eyes.

You wondered whether baseball was as dangerous a career given that Kenji always seemed to come home with a fresh bruise.

"Come 'ere, I have ointment," You said, sitting beside him.

Kenji's gaze swiveled to your face as you waited patiently for him to come near. His eyebrows furrowed as if confused. "Y-You didn't have to." He breathed, looking down at you, not obeying.

You reached over to cup his face and pull him closer so that you could reach the gash. Red bloomed in his cheeks. Kenji could not find it in himself to resist. His nose caught a whiff of the delicate scent of lilacs. His mouth turned dry. "Don't be such a baby. Anyone would." You replied, cleaning the wound with alcohol on cotton.

His eyes followed your hands as you squeezed out a pea-sized amount of ointment onto a cotton bud. Your touch was light against his wound. He hardly even felt the sting, instead it was cool.

His body was still as he allowed himself to be bossed by you. You, of all people! His gaze never wavered from your face. He watched as your eyes glinted with concentration, watched as you bit your plump bottom lip... Good God, his pulse leapt with excitement.

Your proximity made his senses spin. His hands flexed desperately, aching to cage you into his chest. He wanted to curl up around you like a selfish dragon, snarling if you ever made a move to leave. He gritted his teeth, as he tried to suppress this sudden onslaught of emotions.

You saw it, but mistakenly associated it with his bruising. "Sorry, does it hurt?

"N-no." He said in a low voice.

You pressed a large pink bandaid over his wound and leaned back. "There, all done."

Kenji blinked, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Y-yeah. Thank you."

You rolled your eyes and smiled at him. "Anytime, Sato."

You gathered the kit, and stood just as the oven timer went off. You left for the kitchen, muttering something about not wanting to burn the cookies. Sato's broad shoulders sagged as he leaned against the booth.

He touched his cheeks. Warm and flushed.

Ah, fuck.

[matan4il]

In today's edition of "The UN is complicit," we now have proof that this "respectable" organization has been sweeping under the rug a crucial report on the situation in Gaza.

On Jun 5 this year, headlines based on false statements from the UN released on that day were still being published, claiming that by mid Jul over 1 million people (about half the Gazan population) could be facing the highest level of starvation if the war continues. This was when we've been going through 8 months of war, in which the UN constantly made claims of imminent genocidal starvation, now, right now, truly, any moment now, if the war doesn't stop.

Except, it turns out that on Jun 4 already (a day earlier than the UN's starvation claims were being made and published), the IPC (an organization made up of several NGOs and UN bodies) has had to admit that there is no reliable evidence of starvation in Gaza, or that its existence is even plausible. This is particularly significant because it was actually the IPC's own Mar 2024 report that many of the claims regarding starvation relied on!

(please read the linked article if you can, it also links to researchers like Mark Zlochkin, quoting the findings of the Famine Review Committee, which are compelling in showing that there is no starvation in Gaza)

This means the UN has known for two weeks at this point (in an official capacity) that there is no starvation, but proceeded to ignore and even contradict its own people on this.

It means Israel has been slandered by false accusations of causing intentional starvation when there is no evidence that there even is one for EIGHT AND A HALF MONTHS, it means that the "clearest piece of evidence" of the supposed genocide in Gaza has never been substantiated, it means every Israel supporter accused of being pro-genocide has been deeply wronged, it means every antisemitic abuse of a Jewish person attacked over the situation in Gaza has been based on an antisemitic libel, it means countless anti-Jewish crimes have been justified using a lie that the UN has been actively enabling for two weeks (if we only count the time they've known about this on an official level, but since the UN has 13,000 employees on the ground in Gaza, it surely knew even before the Jun 4 report)...

And I find it particularly gruesome that I found out about the IPC report on the same day I learnt a 12 years old Jewish girl in France was gang raped as an antisemitic hate crime. This is the second time a Jewish female has been raped in France due to antisemitic motivation in recent months, when during the first rape (that we know of) the rapist was clear about his anti-Israel motivation. And we all know where the inspiration came from, to rape women just because they're Jewish, and knowing they will be victims who will not be listened to, or worse, whose rape will be justified as "resistance"...

IDK how anyone can have a conscience and not be bothered by this. All of it.

The UN is complicit.

The international NGOs are complicit.

The news sources that have not published the report are complicit.

The people who didn't believe rape reports from Oct 7 just because they came from Jews are complicit.

They all prove that Jews are NOT protected, or even just treated with basic human decency, as we should be.

My heart breaks for this girl. I wish I could do something for her, but there is nothing, except to scream here over this abhorrent injustice, and to beg people to raise their voice. Our sister's blood is calling out to us from the ground, and we CANNOT be silent.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

You Made A Mess Of Me

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader

Warnings: mentions of sexual activities, angst, but happy ending. I actually love this sm I'm in my Lewis era and I can't stop myself

The penultimate weekend in June meant only one thing, the Spanish GP. You've been thinking for days whether you should go, after all, too much time has passed since the last time.

You knew that your coming there would cause a huge public reaction and that some people might not be happy to see you, but you couldn't resist. Your curiosity was stronger than you and something you could never fight against.

The last time you attended the GP, you were in a slightly different role than you were now, some would say more important role. That was 2 years ago when you were reputed to be the most popular wag in the paddock. Lewis Hamilton's girlfriend. His greatest support and the woman who he dedicated every victory to.

To Lewis, you were the woman he loved more than life, his everything and more. He proudly presented you to everyone, always mentioned you in interviews, saying that you were his strength and motivation for all his success. When you couldn't attend his races, he was always in a hurry to come back to you, holding you like a drop of water in the palm of his hand.

His love for you could not be described in words. You were the "it couple". Lewis made it well known to everyone that you were his. He really was madly in love with you.

You loved him too. He taught you what love means, he taught you how to love, showed you what love really is. You felt safe next to him and you knew that with him you had everything a woman could want. When you cheered him on at the races, you were the loudest, his most faithful cheerleader who experienced every victory and every defeat together with him.

Everything was perfect until one day when Lewis started hinting that he wanted to take your relationship one step further. Given that you were 25 at the time and he was 37, you knew that he was at the age when he wanted a family and children and he let you know that he wanted that with you.

You panicked, inexplicable anxiety gripped you, you weren't ready to "grow up" completely. You loved him very much, but you also loved yourself and that's why you didn't wanna settle for something you weren't ready for.

You felt that you still wanted to develop yourself as a person before marrying someone, you still wanted to travel with your friends, have fun, enjoy life and youth. You knew you didn't want marriage then, but you also didn't want to make Lewis wait for you and suffer in some way. You wanted him to be happy and achieve everything he wanted, even if it wasn't with you.

And so your perfect three-year relationship came to an end. You moved to Spain, disappeared from Lewis's life overnight and he never heard from you again. Despite his best efforts to reach you and find you, he couldn't. You left him completely heartbroken, desperate, lost, he just wasn't the man he used to be. His world has changed since you left his life.

Later, all the pain and hurt he carried inside him turned into immense anger and rage towards you. You even thought he started to hate you. You knew about it because you heard that in one interview he said, when he was asked about y/n, that that name no longer exists for him.

That's why now that you were invited by Tommy Hilfiger as a special guest to the Spanish GP, you doubted whether it was wise to go.

You didn't really care about the public's reaction, but you were a little afraid of Lewis's reaction. You were afraid to see the contempt in his eyes for you. But still, above all, you were a determined, smart and self-confident girl who knew her values ​​and knew what she wanted. And that's why you accepted the invitation.

Everyone's jaws dropped to the floor when you stepped into the paddock wearing black sunglasses in a tight strapless black dress that perfectly accentuated your curves. You caught everyone's eyes.

As well as the eyes of a man who could not forget you.

"Lewis, I don't wanna upset you before the race, but..she's here." Bono said quietly.

"Who is here?" He asked cluelessly with furrowed eyebrows.

"I-I.." Bono stammered.

"Bono, who is here?"

"Y/n..She's in George's garage."

Lewis froze. His heart dropped and legs buckled when Bono said your name. He thought someone was playing a joke on him, so after a minute of standing still without blinking and the initial shock, he had to go see for himself what he heard.

"Lewis, I don't think it's a good idea to-" Bono tried to stop him, but there was no point in trying to do that. Lewis didn't think for a second, he just sprinted towards his teammate's garage, his racing suit half unbuttoned hanging behind him. He had to see you with his own eyes to believe that you were actually there.

The moment he ran into the garage and saw you there, at first he couldn't believe his eyes, but when you took off your glasses and looked at him, everything came back to him in a second, all the memories, but also the anger.

Your legs went numb as well, your heart fluttered, but you didn't dare to approach him or say anything. The whole room fell silent as the two of you looked at each other. Everyone knew about the two of you and there was an awkward silence that was broken by Lewis himself when he left after half a minute of standing still.

It was minutes before Lewis was supposed to get into the car and he barely recovered from seeing you. He couldn't think straight, and the race was about to start. You here, was the last thing he needed.

At first he couldn't focus, all he thought about was you, but somehow he managed to shift his thoughts to the anger and rage he felt towards you and it woke up that beast in him that he was on the track and after a long long time Lewis finished as the winner of the race. And all thanks to you, although not because he was happy that you were there, but because he decided to take out his anger on the track.

You followed the race with folded hands hoping for the best result from Lewis and when you saw that he finished P1, you didn't show it too much, but there was no an end to your happiness. Your eyes watered and you proudly watched him celebrate. For a moment everything was like before, only in reality, nothing was like before.

In the evening you decided to go out with your friends and of course there were also F1 drivers in that same club, among them Lewis of course, who were celebrating his victory.

You wanted to, but you didn't approach him. You decided to have fun with your friends, you danced and basically acted like he wasn't even there even though you could feel his eyes on you the whole night following who was around you. And since this was Lewis' night he had too much to drink and decided to approach you himself the first moment he saw you headed for the toilet.

Before you stepped into the toilet, you felt a strong grip on your arm pulling you out. You turned around only to see Lewis' bloodshot eyes staring at you.

"Lewis? W-what are you doing?" You stammered.

"You better go outside with me if you don't want me to make a scene here in front of everyone." He said sternly through clenched teeth and that's why you decided not to resist. Attracting bad attention was the last thing you needed.

Of course all eyes were on the two of you as Lewis dragged you out of the club, you just couldn't avoid it. Once you stepped out he took you to the place behind the club where there were the fewest people.

"Did you come today to mess with my head or what?" He spat out.

"I was there on business, not because I wanted to" You half lied.

"Please" He scoffed. "How dare you show up after two years and just before the start of the race? How dare you play with my head like that?" He asked what you were most afraid of before coming.

You gulped before starting a sentence, but he cut you off "I-"

"You fucking put me through hell and back when you left and then one day you just decided to come as a guest out of nowhere?"

"Lewis, I-"

"And then you went out knowing that I'll be there, and you decide to dance and have fun with other guys in front of me as if I wasn't there? You have no fucking shame!" He growled. You understood his anger and it hurt you, it almost made you cry, but you knew this was the alcohol in his system talking.

"As far as I remember, we have not been together for two years" You say fighting to keep your voice from cracking.

"Oh yeah, and about that. Do you feel good knowing that you killed me when you left?" He asks. "You fucking disappeared for your own selfish reasons. Do you know what you did to me when you left my life? You fucking ruined me, y/n!" He screamed in your face and it hurt like hell. "How could you do that to me? I was ready to give you everything, I would've taken the stars out of the sky if you had asked me to, and you did what? You fucking left!"

"I am very well aware of what I did and why. You have no idea how hard it was for me to make that decision, but I wasn't ready to give you what you wanted."

"Yeah, you weren't ready because you still wanted to fuck other guys right?" He insulted, but you couldn't let him talk like that about you because that was far from the truth.

"Don't talk to me like that!" You threatened.

"And why not? Because the truth hurts you? Do you even realize that you were everything to me? I was ready to give it all for you, fuck, I lived for you, y/n! We had a perfect relationship, the kind of that many dreamed of and you ruined it all!"

"I knew what you wanted and I wasn't ready to give you that, Lewis! I was too young and I didn't want to make you wait because I saw in your eyes how much you wanted it!" You couldn't take it anymore. You broke into tears right in front of him. "I didn't leave because I stopped loving you, but quite the opposite because I loved you too much to deny you what you want"

"But I wanted it with you, fuck!!" He screamed clutching his head. "If you weren't ready then, I would have waited for you because I didn't want a family with anyone but you! But you didn't even let me explain it to you because you disappeared from the face of the earth!" He spoke breathlessly.

"I'm sorry..I don't know what else to tell you. Hurting you was the worst thing I could do, I realize that." You cried.

He stepped closer to you and put his cupped your cheeks. "I fucking lived for you, y/n, and you made me a mess of a man" He almost sobbed.

"I suffered too, don't think I didn't. Leaving you was the hardest decision I ever had to make."

"And yet you still did. Getting over you was by far the hardest thing ever. I'm Lewis fucking Hamilton. It's not in my mentality to break down over someone that much and let it completely take over my life and yet you managed to do that to me" He allowed his emotions to overwhelm him and now he was crying too while leaning his forehead against yours. "Please, leave. I don't ever wanna see you again."

His words broke you all over again although you could've expected it, somehow you hoped it wouldn't come to that. He released you from his grip, wiped his tears, composed himself and walked back to the club leaving you outside completely broken and in tears.

You had no choice but to go to the hotel where you were staying at. You didn't feel like having fun or anything anymore, you just wanted to get away from everything and cry your heart out in the silence of your room.

You cried quietly in the taxi all the way to the hotel then you continued in your room. It was already 3 in the morning when you found the strength to take off your makeup and lie down in bed.

All you could think about was did you really make such a mistake by leaving Lewis? You knew you hurt him, but you had no idea to what extent. You lay down in bed and prayed to God to take all your pain away because it was unbearable. The fact that it was your fault hurt even more.

After you left and Lewis returned to the club, he continued to drink and think of you. He knew you left crying and despite everything you did, knowing you were in pain made him hurt even more.

Lewis being Lewis, he found his sources and forced them to tell him which hotel you were staying at. He couldn't help himself, he needed to see you. After all, you were the love of his life. He knew there was no one else for him except for you and that's why he headed towards your hotel and after many threats at the reception he finally got your room number.

You weren't sleeping, you were lying and looking at the ceiling when you heard knocking on your door. At first you were scared, but approached the door anyway asking who it was.

"It's me. Open the door." Lewis said leaning his forehead against the door.

You opened the door not expecting him at all. You couldn't believe he was right there in front of you. You didn't know how he got to you, but at that moment you didn't even care. All you cared about was that he was there.

"Lewis?" You asked quietly as you opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"To be completely honest, I have no fucking idea." He spoke. "I knew you left crying, and even though you didn't deserve it, I couldn't take it." He stepped in closing the door behind him. You smiled softly through your tears and he moved closer until your back touched the wall behind you.

"I'm here because I still can't wrap my head around the fact that you're not mine" He said.

"If only you knew how much I'm still yours, Lewis"

"Well, unfortunately I don't know, because you haven't done anything for two years to show me that" He slurred putting your cheeks between his hands once again. "But I do know that you're gonna be the death of me" You squeezed your eyes shut at his words.

"Tell me if you have ever found someone who loved you more than me?" He asked.

"I haven't.." There was no point in lying to him. "I wasn't even looking for someone"

"Yeah you didn't and you know why? Because that's not fucking possible." He stated. "Nor have I found anyone who made me feel the things I felt with you. Remember how I always used to hold you close to me while I was fucking you? How I made you look me in the eyes when you were about to cum? How I used to hug your shaking body and press my head against your chest to feel your heartbeat? Do you?"

"I do." You nodded squeezing your thighs a little. Even though you were hurting you couldn't help but get turned on by the things he was saying. Your relationship was full of passion and the sex was the best you ever had. You missed it, you have to admit.

"I can't even call it fucking because I was making love to you." His lips were only inches away from yours and all your attention was focused on them. Your eyes begged him to kiss you.

"I thought I was over you and I could live without you, but then you came back into my life and you messed with my mind once again. You can't do that shit anymore, y/n" He said moving his hands from your face down to your hips tightly gripping them.

"You don't have to live without me anymore because I swear I'm ready to give you everything I couldn't before." You say wrapping your arms around his neck. "I was so wrong, Lew. I miss you. I miss your touch, I miss what we had"

He didn't say anything but finally connected his lips with yours. He kissed you so passionately, so eagerly it brought life back to both of you. He gripped your butt and made you jump up wrapping your arms around his torso. Without breaking the kiss he led you towards the bed gently lying you down, him being on top of you.

"Please, don't make me regret this" He said exhaling in short breaths.

"I'm yours, baby. I've always been." You said breathlessly. "It’s just the two of us I promise..”

[kropotkindersurprise]

June 20, 1967 - On this day in 1967, boxing legend Muhammad Ali was given a prison sentence for refusing to join the US military and fight in the Vietnam War. He was sentenced to five years behind bars and fined $10,000, an unusually harsh sentence aimed at breaking his anti-war resistance. “Why should they ask me to put on a uniform and go 10,000 miles from home and drop bombs and bullets on Brown people in Vietnam while so-called Negro people in Louisville are treated like dogs?” argued Muhammad Ali. [source]

[angel-sweets666]

Hallway crush

katsuki bakugo x general studies! Reader

Bakugo never had a crush before, now he’s got his eye on a girl from general studies.

Mentions of Hitoshi Shinso

a/n tbh w you I think the bakugo photo is a bkdk photo (IM SORRY I JUST DONT SHIP BAKUDEKU I DONT SEE THEM TOGETHER)

It all began on your first day at UA. Bakugo noticed you in the halls, walking with a certain purple-haired boy named Hitoshi shinso . He couldn't take his eyes off you; you were just his type, even though he never realized he had a type until that moment. He had never really paid much attention to girls before. Sure, he had a few girlfriends in middle school, but he never felt anything special for them.

As you strolled down the hallway, your smile lit up the entire space. Bakugo watched, captivated, as you giggled with your violet-haired classmate, practically skipping along down the hall. You seemed to be in such a good mood for someone who hadn’t made it into the hero course. Your positivity was infectious, making him actually want to be around you

Every time he saw you, his heart would beat a little faster, and he found himself wanting to know more about you. What made you laugh so easily? What was your favourite food? Did you have siblings? Would you like a hot head like him? Could you even handle bakugo? You were a mystery he wanted to solve. Bakugo didn't understand why he felt this way, but he couldn't deny the growing interest.

You were always surrounded by friends, your vibrant energy making you the center of attention. Despite the fact that you weren't in the hero course, you carried yourself with a confidence and joy that Bakugo couldn't help but admire. It was as if you had your own hero-like aura, one that drew people in and made them feel at ease.

Bakugo began to realize that his feelings for you were more than just a passing curiosity. You had awakened something in him, a desire to get closer to you and understand the person behind the radiant smile. And so, he watched from afar, waiting for the right moment to make his move and hoping that one day, he could be the reason for your laughter and joy.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow as he watched Bakugo turn his head in your direction, his usually rough and angry face softening into an unexpectedly tender gaze. Bakugo was actually admiring someone? The redhead grinned, his sharp teeth flashing. "Has someone got a crush?" he teased, nudging Bakugo playfully on the shoulder.

"Shut it, shitty hair, I do not have a crush," Bakugo growled back, his entire face turning a shade of pink from embarrassment. Kirishima chuckled at his friend's flustered reaction, but Bakugo's glare was deadly serious.

Kirishima placed a reassuring hand on Bakugo's shoulder. "Hey man, it's okay! She's cute."

"Back off," Bakugo interrupted, his voice low and dangerous, as if claiming dibs on you.

Kirishima raised his hands in mock surrender, stepping back. "Backing off. I'm backing off," he said, showing respect to the blonde. He couldn't help but grin at Bakugo's protectiveness. It was rare to see this side of him, and Kirishima couldn't resist giving him a hard time about it.

As Bakugo tried to shake off the embarrassment, his eyes found you again. Despite his rough exterior and harsh words, there was no denying the softness in his gaze. Kirishima had never seen Bakugo like this before. It kind of scared him, but it also made him realize that Bakugo wasn’t some heartless, angry boy. He was just a teenage boy with a crush on a girl. A hallway crush

on the day Bakugo finally grew the courage to talk to you, which was the first day he ever had to muster the courage to do literally anything, was a couple of days after the sports festival. You had performed well enough in the festival that he actually had something to talk about.

As you were eating your lunch in the cafeteria of UA High School, you felt a strong hand tap your shoulder. “Hey… you… you fought Denki Kaminari,” Bakugo said, his cheeks pinker than usual.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to send his quirk into overdrive!” you gasped, looking genuinely concerned.

“No! No, it’s fine… it was funny… he’s dumb,” Bakugo tried to calm you down, stumbling over his words in a way that was very uncharacteristic for him.

You laughed softly, the sound easing some of Bakugo’s tension. “Well, I’m glad it was entertaining,” you said, smiling up at him.

Bakugo’s heart skipped a beat at your smile. He had never been this nervous about talking to anyone before, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. “You did good out there,” he mumbled, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the admiration in his voice.

“Thanks, Bakugo. That means a lot coming from you,” you replied, your eyes twinkling with genuine appreciation.

Kirishima, watching from a distance, couldn’t help but smile. Seeing Bakugo like this made him realize that even the toughest people have soft spots. And for Bakugo, that soft spot was you.

And that’s how your friendship blossomed. Bakugo would practically run out of his classroom every day, with Kirishima trailing behind him, usually shouting, "Wait up, man! You'll see her soon!" But Bakugo wouldn't listen. He just wanted to see your sweet face.

You developed your own crush on Bakugo. For someone so accomplished, who believed he was better than everyone else, he was surprisingly a good friend. He always grabbed your bags for you, helped you with your homework—hell, he even did your homework for you sometimes! He made sure you had all your stationery before class. It made you want to kiss him all over his pretty face.

In your eyes, Bakugo was a sweet boy, while in his classmates' eyes, he was rude and loud. You rarely saw him in that state. Sure, he called you "dumbass" from time to time and scolded you for doing something silly, but he never outright yelled at you. He could never bring himself to yell at someone so pretty.

Bakugo’s friends noticed the change in him whenever you were around. His usual fiery temper seemed to mellow, replaced with a gentleness that was almost unrecognizable. They teased him about it, but Bakugo didn't care. Seeing you smile made everything worth it.

Your friendship grew stronger with each passing day. You found yourself looking forward to the moments you shared, whether it was walking to class together, studying side by side, or simply talking about your dreams and aspirations. Bakugo’s rough edges seemed to smooth out when he was with you, and you cherished the soft side of him that he showed only to you.

The day he asked you out was adorable and you’d never have it any other way

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of another intense day at UA High School, Bakugo had a plan in mind. He had been working up the courage to ask you out for weeks, and today, he decided, was the day.

"Hey, dumbass," he called out as he approached you in the hallway. His tone was gruff as usual, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes. "Got a minute?"

You looked up from your locker, surprised to see Bakugo waiting for you. "Sure, what's up?"

"I was thinking… maybe we could hang out for a bit. Just the two of us." He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to play it cool.

You smiled, delighted by the idea. "I'd like that."

As you walked out of the school together, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the campus. Bakugo led you to a quiet spot behind the school where you often studied together. It was a small garden area, secluded and peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle of the main campus.

You sat down on a bench, and Bakugo joined you, his usual confident demeanor somewhat replaced by a rare nervousness. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

"Look, I've been meaning to talk to you about something," he began, avoiding your gaze for a moment before finally looking directly into your eyes. "You're important to me. More than anyone else. I… I like you. A lot."

Your heart skipped a beat. You had always sensed there was something more between you two, but hearing Bakugo say it out loud made your chest swell with emotion.

"I like you too, Bakugo," you admitted, your voice soft but sincere.

His face lit up with a mixture of relief and happiness. "Good. 'Cause I wanna be more than friends. I wanna be your boyfriend. So, what do you say?"

You reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'd love that."

Bakugo's trademark smirk returned, but it was softer, filled with genuine affection. "Great. Now, let's get out of here. There's a café I know nearby. I'll treat you to something nice."

As you walked away from UA, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel that this was the start of something wonderful. Bakugo, despite his rough exterior, had shown you a side of him that was caring and gentle.

[lyrefromthesea]

HEYYY IIDK IFHOU TAKE REQUEST BUTTTT HOW WOULD THE HASHIRA REACT TO A HYPER ENERGETIC READER WHO IS ONE SECOND DOING 1 THINK THEN THE NEXT A NEW THING LIKE THEY COULD BE PAINTING AND THE NEXT SKY DIVING

I love your writing style hehe

Male pillars x Reader - the art of being too energetic

author's note: i hope this request is to your liking. truthfully, i had trouble writing it at some points.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

where were you now? he swore you had been standing next to him a few moments ago. he looked around the streets, trying to spot you.

did you see a demon and moved forward without him? no, he would've heard it. he looked around the dark streets, not taking long to figure out where you went.

his feet dragged him towards the festival down the street. the area was filled with lamps and people wearing the prettiest kimonos or yukatas.

yet none of them stole his attention away from what mattered. you. you were in the middle of the crowd of dancing people. you spun around in fluid motions, a smile plastered on your face.

if it hadn't been for your uniform, you would've fitted right in. he moved forward without thinking, his hand soon grasping yours.

"now what were you thinking? we've been walking through the empty streets just a few seconds ago!" he said, his lips tugging up into a smile.

"couldn't resist, the music drew me in!" you laughed, twirling around him. he followed, both of you now dancing in sync. you didn't care for the eyes staring at the two of you. "are you mad?"

"you're too flamboyant to be mad at."

Obanai:

Obanai had been sitting on a tree, lazily watching you train. he didn't have anything better to do and you enjoyed his presence. however, when he looked down, you weren't training next to his tree anymore.

he looked to the side, flinching when you sat right next to him. "[name]!" he called out, looking at you surpised. he gave you a questioning look, waiting for your explanation.

"i found this." you answered, showing him a small acorn - or rather the rest of it. he looked at the cupule, you held it up by it's stem.

"and..?" he asked, still confused. it wasn't surprising to see you change your mood so quickly, but he found himself confused every time. especially now when you looked at Kaburamaru.

"and this!" you said, offering the snake to slither onto your arm. Kaburamu listened and Obanai watched in anticipation. the snake trusted you, just like Obanai did.

the cupule you held in hand was carefully placed on Kaburamaru's head, slowly pulling away to not knock it down. you blinked a few times and then looked at Obanai.

"it's a little hat! what do ya think?" you asked enthusiastically.

Obanai's eyes wandered between you and Kaburamaru, then back at you. "it's great. you should find him a scarf too."

"you're right!"

Rengoku:

"little flame? darling?!" he called out your name, desperately trying to find you. he had been sitting in the living room when he noticed the odd smell of smoke.

he had been worried sick, trying to find the source. his eyes widened upon seeing the clouds of smoke leaving your shared kitchen. however, when he ran inside, he was even more confused.

"darling..?" he asked, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at you. he could barely see it through all the fug, but he figured you were standing next to the stove.

when he came closer, he saw you more clearly - you were holding a bucket in your hand. his eyes fixed on the stove, hearing it sizzle quietly. it was wet and still slightly hot. he couldn't make out what had been in the pan, but it was burnt now.

"oh, Kyojuro!" you gasped, looking at the man. you hadn't heard him before. your eyes followed his gaze, your face growing red when you looked at the stove.

"i wanted to cook something, but then i remembered this book from a few years ago. i'm sure i had it somewhere around-" you babbled, stopping when you looked at him again.

you had expected him to be mad for nearly burning the whole house down, but he didn't look angry in the slightest. he took the bucket out of your hands instead, placing it to the side.

"let's clean this up first, we can search for the book later." he simply said, his motivated stance not leaving. you agreed, cleaning the kitchen together.

you only stopped when he suddenly spoke again, leaving you baffled.

"you know, i once burned my family's house down when i was smaller."

Sanemi:

Sanemi looked at you, your eyes staring back into his. his gaze hardened, daring you to move further.

"don't do it." he grumbled, his hands ready to grab you in an instant. if someone would've walked into the room, they would've surely questioned your sanity.

"i'm going to do it." you answered, giving him a mischevious smirk. his eyes narrowed, his body tensing up.

you had found a new hobby a few days ago, which happened to involve him. now he gave you his undivided attention when you were acting strange or gave him a knowing look.

in the blink of an eye you turned around and jumped backwards, Sanemi reacting immediately. he made sure to catch you in his arms, stopping you from falling and hitting the ground.

he let out an annoyed sigh, having caught you. again. he didn't even remember how many times it had been this week. "stop doing that!"

"you know you love it" you chirped, giving him a triumphing smile. he rolled his eyes, letting go of you.

but you were right, he did love it.

Giyuu:

"i want wagashi." you said, tugging at Giyuu's sleeve. normally, your request would've been completely fine, but now he was looking at you in disbelief.

"what?" he asked, stopping in his tracks. you came to a halt next to him, repeating what you've just said. "i want to eat wagashi."

he was at a loss of words. you had asked for daifuku nearly ten minutes ago. he had been walking to your favourite shop with you since then, knowing it would make you the happiest.

"we would have to walk in the opposite direction." he remarked, giving you a questioning stare. you blinked at him a few times, as if you were waiting for his answer.

he would've said no to anyone else, but he was used to your impulsive behavior. he couldn't explain why you made decision the way you did, but he thought of it as refreshing. he sighed, turning around on his feet.

"let's buy you some wagashi."

Gyomei:

"can i move now?" he asked. he had been sitting under the waterfall for about thirty minutes now. you had asked him to paint a picture of the moment, which he found himself agreeing to.

however, he hadn't heard anything from you since over fifteen minutes, making him question what was going on. the cold water of the waterfall hitting his back overshadowed most of the other sounds around him, but he managed to hear you stand up.

"Gyomei, i'm so sorry!" you apologized profusely, running towards the waterfall. he heard the splashs over your body pushing the water around you away, eventually feeling your hand pull on his.

"i completely forget about the painting. there was a cat and-" you stopped when you felt his head turn towards yours. you looked at him, wondering what could've made him forget about your mistake.

"a cat?" he asked, feeling you change the direction you were pulling him. it wasn't your strength to keep attention on one thing, but he couldn't care less.

besides, he shared your fascination over cats.

[queer-geordie-nerd]

This has been said ad nauseum, I know, but the thing I just *cannot* get over is how very quickly and easily the left as a movement abandoned its most basic principles:

“Rape is an abhorrent, violating crime and we must believe and uplift survivors” - until it is done to Jewish women and girls in the name of ‘resistance’ then it’s just fine and dandy, or we might not even believe you at all.

“An armed force invading and mass murdering civilians is a war crime” - until the victims are Jews and you’ve decided it’s ‘resistance’ and ‘you don’t get to criticise how they fight back.’ No, mate, the word you’re looking for is ‘pogrom.’

“Slavery is bad” - until it is Jews being held hostage in Palestinian homes and forced to work then it’s ‘they were treated well and fed, what more do you want?’

“Indigenous peoples regaining their ancestral homelands is a key part of decolonisation and is a worthy endeavour” - until it is Jews regaining the land of Israel after centuries of disenfranchisement then it’s ‘white supremacy’ and ‘colonialism’ and the most evil thing in the world.

“Collective punishment is bad, citizens aren’t responsible for the actions of their government” - until we can treat every single Israeli like evil incarnate and deserving of the worst abuse and treatment simply for existing.

“Oppressed people know their own oppression better than you do. Listen to them and don’t presume to know better about the issues they face” - until it’s Jews talking about antisemitism and then it’s ignoring them, talking over them and accusing them of weaponising their oppression to silence criticism.

“Abuse and violence against an oppressed group must be condemned wholeheartedly and we must stand with the persecuted” - until it is Jews facing a 400% increase in antisemitism - being spat at, beaten, raped, ostracised from public spaces, having their schools and synagogues targeted, and then it’s shut our eyes and ears and pretend none of it is happening.

“Queer rights for all” - until Israel dares to be a beacon of queer rights in the Middle East and then it’s ‘pinkwashing.’

Do you even hear yourselves? Do you even care that you are being breathtaking hypocrites? How do you expect anyone to ever take you seriously ever again?

[nayatarot777]

What Should You Focus On About Your Internal Self?

• Pile One •

Hi, Pile One! Welcome to your reading!

You’re being called to focus on your lack of productivity. It’s keeping you stagnant when you could be creating and manifesting great things for yourself. There needs to be a death to a part of you that’s stuck around for longer than necessary. You may be satisfied with less. Or seemingly satisfied with going without what you know that you could have. It’s time to change that. And it won’t be easy (a part of you will feel like it’s dying - because it is. Your ego will resist and try to drag you back from fully laying this procrastinator within you to rest) but it’ll catapult you out of this energy of being stuck in the same place. Your ego only resists death because it’s afraid of the unknown. Thats when you have to come in and soothe yourself by providing understanding to your ego about how the unknown is new, but positive. After death comes rebirth, right? There’ll be a brand new journey for you to embark on and learn about. You’ll be able to learn about your capabilities, your creative efforts and how far they can go, etc. This procrastination is a method of self-protection that your ego has utilised for a very long time, meaning that it’s afraid of experiencing failure which would ultimately lead to shame, disappointment, etc. However, it’s already experiencing these things because you’re allowing it to prevent you from doing anything anyway. There’s a reason why your ego is so closely linked to your inner-child. What do you do when a child doesn’t want to do something that you know would be good for them, due to their own fear? You calm them and slowly introduce them into the unknown that they’re afraid of, while reassuring them and praising them for ever step forward that they take. You don’t let them allow their fear to control them. You subdue their fear with comfort and assurance. This is what you need to do for yourself.

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• Pile Two •

Hi, Pile Two! Welcome to your reading!

You are being called to focus on finding peace and contentment. Focus on finding satisfaction within yourself as well as a feeling of safety. There’s an internal transformation happening for you, and it does lead to this feeling of safety that we’re speaking of. You may have a history of not having the tools of self-protection, leaving you vulnerable to those who wanted to use you or take advantage of you. There’s a part of you opening up that is some type of warrior on behalf of yourself. A part of you that’s able to protect yourself from anyone who gets too close to you too soon. This protector is your intuition. Your crown chakra that’s the medium between your higher self and your human self. This is what’s opening and transforming within you. You may be experiencing ascension symptoms (specifically your third-eye opening a lot more, enabling you to read between the lines of what people say and the situations that you find yourself in). Trust that you don’t have to be in defence-mode anymore, because you’re capable of protecting yourself. Don’t be discouraged if you feel like your consciousness is slow to catch onto certain things either. Tapping into uncharted territory such as your intuition or your 3rd eye takes time. Let it develop naturally. The people who don’t usually end up going a bit crazy and unhinged because they’ve opened their third eye (their pineal gland) forcefully and too quickly. You don’t want to be one of them 🙃. You also need to ensure that you’re breathing life into your intuition. What do I mean by this? You need to validate that your intuition exists. Don’t suppress it - because that’s the opposite of giving life to something. That’s how you squash it, eventually killing it. Validate its existence and its being. Again, your intuition is the direct connection to your higher self. Your higher self is on a higher dimension compared to you, meaning that they see things that you can’t see with your physical eye - hence why you see symbolisms and messages in your metaphysical (non-physical eye - your third eye. Your mind’s eye). Try to bring to an end your habit of disregarding what you see spiritually.

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• Pile Three •

Hi, Pile Three! Welcome to your reading!

There needs to be a lot of acknowledgement from you towards yourself in regard to how much work you’ve put into creating safety and peace within yourself. You’ve completed the journey that Pile Two is currently on. You’ve been busy putting yourself together internally, which your physical reality is probably reflecting in some way - as within, so without. I’m hearing “you can rest”. You’ve found a lot of the safety and peace that you were looking for, thanks to your own efforts. You can take some weight off of your shoulders and just relax. Get playful and treat yourself in some way. The reason why you’ve found this sense of safety is because you’ve protected your mind, in-turn protecting your peace. “The ALL is mind; the universe is mental” - for those of you who are avid readers, I suggest that you read The Kybalion if you haven’t already. It seems like you’ve already taught yourself one of the principles of mental alchemy, which probably means that you’ll be able to grasp the other principles relatively easily too. You’ve found peace because you’ve found trust in yourself and your inner-knowing. Your intuition has been working overtime 😂. Your intuition is why you can keep yourself in your serenity. I’m hearing clapping from your higher self. They’re proud of you. You’ve reached a stage that many of us are still working on completing. Now that this ability to connect and to have faith in your intuition comes so naturally to you, you can rest. You don’t have to be vigilant all of the time. If your intuition needs to tell you something, then it will. You don’t need to constantly stay alert to it because you’ve built a great connection to it now.

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Worth Fighting For

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Cooper Howard Masterlist

Summary: You’re captured in Filly by a group of criminals when The Ghoul is tracking down a bounty, forcing him to go on a quest to find you. Upon your reunion, feelings finally bubble to the surface.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, reader refers to him as The Ghoul, canon typical violence, blood, reader gets kidnapped, angst/insecurity, restraints, fingering, vaginal sex, irradiated creampie, pet names (sweetheart), no use of y/n

It’s just about to get dark in Filly. You’re walking side by side with The Ghoul and the tension hangs heavy in the air between you two. To put it plainly, you’re frustrated. It’s been years of this casual, no-strings-attached type of relationship. You’re never sure where you stand. On one hand, you don’t even know his name. But you’re only the person he holds close in the middle of the night. You’re stuck in this limbo of silently wanting more but never getting it. And every time you’ve tried to leave, you’ve never been successful. You come crawling back not just out of necessity but because your feelings are too strong. The cycle never seems to end. 

“You’re sure the targets are here?” you ask, looking over at him. 

He doesn’t look at you, keeping his gaze on the street. “Positive.”

“You know you’re not welcome here.”

“And you know I can hold my own.”

“Let me see the posters again,” you sigh. 

He pulls you off to the side, taking refuge in a dingy alley so no one catches what you’re looking at. He reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out their folded-up bounty posters. Two men and a woman, wanted by each of the six agencies– Peter Baldwin, Mark Samson, and Lila Rendle. You’ve never tackled a group of three at once but you’re confident you and The Ghoul can get the job done. 

As he’s putting the bounty posters away a voice deep in the alley shouts, “Hey! You’re kind ain’t welcome here.”

The Ghoul turns to face who’s addressing him and immediately draws his gun. It’s a tall, scary-looking man with his own gun drawn. You lean into The Ghoul and place your hand on his gun, coaxing him to drop it. 

“Normally, I condone violence but we have a job to do. We can’t get run out of here just yet,” you whisper. “Just lie and say we’re leaving now.”

“Alright, we’ll be on our way then,” he sighs, putting his gun back in its holster. 

You turn to walk out of the alley, feeling the man’s stare burn a hole into you. But as you turn the corner you hear the man start running. The Ghoul places a hand on the small of your back and urges you forward. You glance over your shoulder and see that there’s a small group with the man, all of them with weapons drawn. 

You try to run faster and keep your gaze on what’s in front of you, narrowly avoiding running into people. The Ghoul draws his gun and shoots a few rounds behind him. Judging by the screams of pain that followed, he definitely hit someone. 

“Fuckin’ bastards,” he curses under his breath, letting go of your back to reload his gun. He turns around fully and opens fire. Explosions ring in your ears as he shoots, desperate to mow down whoever’s chasing you. But the split second his eyes are off of you turns out to be a big mistake when a hood slips over your head. You feel hands enclose around your wrists. You’re being dragged away and it doesn’t matter how hard you fight to break free. Your screams are muffled by the hood and the surrounding gunfire. The hands let go of your wrists and hook underneath your arms while someone else grabs your ankles. Now you’re being carried away and resisting proves to be utterly useless. 

“It’ll be a lot easier for you if you don’t resist,” a man’s voice says. 

Filly is unfortunately the type of place where citizens don’t intervene when they see a group of people kidnapping a woman. Your sense of time is warped. They could’ve been carrying you for five minutes or five hours. But eventually, the sounds of Filly disappear and you’re in the woods. You’re hoisted upright where a different voice commands, “Walk. And don’t try any funny stuff.” 

They bound your wrists and force you to walk. So far you’ve only detected that there are at least two men. But you’re unsure if there are more. Someone reaches for the gun attached to your belt and takes it, leaving you all the more defenseless. 

You walk for what feels like forever, knees threatening to give out beneath you from exhaustion. The sun beats down on you, drenching your back in perspiration. All you can think about is water. God, your mouth is so dry and this hood over your head is suffocating. 

“Where are you taking me?” you choke out. 

“Somewhere far away,” a voice says. Not just any voice– a woman’s voice. 

And then it dawns on you. 

“...Lila?”

“Took you long enough to figure it out,” she sighs.

Before you can respond, they force you to stop walking, holding onto your arms tightly. A door opens and suddenly you’re forced inside and thrown onto a hard concrete floor. You scramble onto your hands and knees as they enter the room. The door slams shut and you’re hoisted up by your arms, dragging you back a few feet until you’re sitting in a chair as your hands are tied to the back. 

It’s only then that the hood comes off. You frantically scan the room and try to gauge where you are but it’s useless. It’s a bleak gray room with no windows and rather large for a single prisoner. There’s no sunlight pouring in from the cracks in the door so you can only assume it’s still night time. Finally, your eyes land on the three scumbags that kidnapped you. Upon looking at them you notice that their resemblance to their bounty posters is uncanny. Each of them has guns strapped to their hips. But one of the men (you think it’s Peter) has two. And that’s when you notice he’s the one who took your gun. Fucking bastard. 

“What’s the point? You know he’s going to come looking for me,” you spit. 

“Maybe he will,” Peter shrugs, “Actually, I hope he does.” 

He walks over to you and crouches down, looking up at you with a menacing grin. 

“Because you’re our ticket bargaining with that creature.”

He stands and rejoins the other two. And with that, they’re gone. You’re left alone in the vast room. You’re just… helpless. Bound to a chair with no food or water. And as far as you can tell, there’s not even a fucking pot for you to piss in. 

Your mind is spinning, wondering how long you were walking for, how long you’ll be kept here. Fuck, you’re wondering where here even is. You think about The Ghoul and can’t help but wonder… Is he even searching for you? Is he relieved you’re gone? Less of a burden. One extra person he doesn’t have to worry about any longer. 

No, that’s foolish. He’ll come back for you. 

You go back and forth, convincing and unconvincing yourself that The Ghoul will find you. But eventually, the exhaustion from walking miles on end catches up with you and you fall asleep in the chair, staring at the ceiling. 

-

You’re startled awake by voices arguing outside. And not to mention, a crick in your neck. Your mouth is dryer than the desert and you feel sore. You blink a few times and try to focus on the conversation at hand. It’s about you. One of the men angrily exclaims, “I’m not wasting precious water on her!”

“Who knows how long it’ll be until The Ghoul shows up. She’s no good to us dead.”

He sighs, “I guess you’re right.”

The door opens and the three of them enter. Mark’s holding a bottle of water, knuckles white with how much tension he’s using to squeeze it. He walks over to you and grabs your chin, saying, “Open.”

He forces you to chug water but you’re not complaining. If someone offers you water, you drink it. Who knows when these fucks will give you any more?

“Can I please get out of this chair?” you ask once you’re done. 

The group looks at each other before Lila says, “Tie her up back there.”

You try to glance over your shoulder at what’s behind you but it doesn’t matter. Because Peter and Mark are dragging the chair to the back of the room, hastily untying you and shoving you on the floor. They grab your wrists and tie you to a pipe. At least you can lean against the wall. 

They leave without saying a word and you’re left alone wondering about how much time has passed… again. 

-

Sleep comes and goes for you. You’re not sure how long you’ve been here. You’re not sure what the time of day is. They could be treating you a lot worse. But you’ve been “lucky” enough to score water and food from them. You’re clearly more valuable alive for whatever their plan is. 

The three of them return in what you deduce is the afternoon, judging by the quick flash of sky you see whenever they open the door. It’s time for more water but all of a sudden, the door kicks in and sunlight fills the room. The Ghoul’s silhouette looms, his shadow stretching and encompassing the room. 

“I recommended you get the fuck away from her,” he says, taking two steps forward. His gun is drawn and he’s wearing a cocky smirk. 

“It doesn’t have to escalate to violence,” Peter shrugs, putting his hands up. “You see, we just wanna bargain.”

“Not interested.”

“It’s simple, old man. We let her go if you let us go. Don’t turn us in.”

��Well, if that was easy, why didn’t you just say so from the start?” The Ghoul says sarcastically. He puts his gun back in his holster and laughs, taking a step closer. “I mean, we’re all adults, right?”

You look at Peter, Mark and, Lila, watching them physically relax. 

“So we let her go and we forget this ever happened?” Mark asks. 

“Oh, I forget the three of you even exist,” The Ghoul smiles. 

Mark goes to free your hands but before he can untie the rope, a loud blast rips through the room. He’s blasted off to the side, falling to the floor with blood pooling around him, leaking from the gaping wound in his chest. Lila draws her gun and aims it at The Ghoul, but he’s faster than her, shooting her in the head. She lifelessly falls to the floor, dead in an instant. Peter was already running towards the door the second the first shot was fired. The Ghoul shoots him without even looking, hitting him in the leg. He collapses to the floor with a yelp, screaming in pain. 

The Ghoul walks over to him as he tries to drag himself away, inching with all his might to the door. He crouches down above Peter and says, “You thought I was just gonna let you off easy for takin’ her from me? You’re fuckin’ stupider than I thought.”

The Ghoul shoots him in the head and stands up, walking over to you and pulling out a knife to cut the rope. He bends down and gets to work, telling you, “I’m sorry it took me a while to find you, sweetheart.”

“How long was I gone?”

“Two days.”

“That’s it? Thank God. It felt much longer.”

It falls silent from you as he works to free your wrists. It’s arousing that he killed three people for you but you’re also half-shocked he even showed up at all. Although, you can’t ignore the excitement brewing between your legs. 

“I’m… surprised you came for me.”

“What?” he says, head snapping back towards you. 

“What?”

“Why would you be surprised?”

“I just… didn’t think I meant anything to you.”

As soon as your hands are free, you bring them to your lap, anxiously fiddling with your finger as you pour your heart out. 

“Why would you think that, sweetheart?”

His voice is so gentle, a side of him you’ve never seen before. 

“I didn’t think you felt anything for me. I didn’t know if I was worth crossing the Wastelands for.” 

He grabs your hands and says, “You saw how I killed those fucks for you, right? The past two days were hell on earth, not knowing if you were okay.”

“Really?”

“You’re worth fighting for, sweetheart.” 

Maybe it’s the overwhelming emotions of being set free. Maybe it’s just the fact of knowing your feelings are reciprocated. But you can’t help but pull yourself into his lap, straddling him and giving him what you’ve been yearning for; a kiss. He doesn’t startle or hesitate. He melts right into your touch. But he doesn’t let you straddle him for long, gently coaxing you onto your back. He’s hovering above you, looking down at you with a smile. A rare kind of smile. For once he’s not smug. For once he’s happy. 

And he’s about to show you why you’re his. 

He kisses along your jaw and down your neck, hand palming your thigh above your pants. 

“You know how bad I wanted to do this?” he whispers, nipping at your skin. 

“Show me,” you whisper back, a shiver running down your spine. 

His fingers tease the waistbands of your pants and anxiously, you start kicking off your shoes. He chuckles and helps you get your lower half undressed. 

“Needy little thing, aren’t ya?” he chuckles. 

“You have no idea how bad I wanted this too,” you whine. 

He chuckles again and brings his fingers to his mouth, getting them nice and wet to play with you. He rubs soft circles around your clit before moving to your cunt, making sure to mention how wet you are already.

“I guess you really did want this so bad, huh?” he teases, sliding one finger inside.

With his face inches above yours, he studies your face, watching as your jaw goes slack and your eyes widen. He curls his one finger, slowly pushing against your g-spot. 

“Remind me, sweetheart. Who do you belong to?” 

“You.” 

“That’s right,” he praises, adding a second finger. 

You moan in response to the newfound girth, feeling your orgasm build. You roll your hips into his hand, moans filling the air around you. 

“You gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

“Mhm,” you whimper. 

“Do it,” he commands, curling his fingers faster and faster. 

You cum hard around his fingers, feeling your wetness soak his hand. He looks down between your legs and curses, “Fuck, you came so hard for me.”

He continues to finger you through your high, feeling your walls pulsate around him. When you’re done he pulls his hand away and brings his fingers to his mouth. He closes his eyes and moans as he tastes you. 

“So fucking good. So sweet,” he comments, resting on his heels as he pulls his cock out. Your cheeks heat up at his praise while he gathers your wetness in his hand, slathering it on his cock. With each of his hands by either side of your hand, he thrusts into you in one swift motion. 

You moan at the feeling of being full and he curses under his breath, burying his head in the crook of your neck again. He licks and nips at your skin while drawing his hips back and slamming into you. You feel your walls expand to accommodate his girth, your mind going fuzzy with nothing but thoughts of him. 

“Fuck, you take this cock like a fuckin’ angel,” he mutters into your skin. 

You moan in response, stars christening your vision as your pleasure builds once again. You squirm and grip onto his coat for purchase. The impending orgasm finally breaks loose, this one even more intense than the first. You whimper and moan underneath him and he makes sure to study your face again as you cum, praising you to no end. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he says, thrusting into you harder until he cums, too. He fucks you through both of your highs, the two of you coming together in a beautiful symphony. His cum spills inside you and the pace of his thrusts turns erratic. Your orgasm begins to ebb and flow, slowly coming to a halt. You return to reality, feeling the aftershocks of bliss until he eventually goes soft and pulls out of you.

He sits on the floor, motioning for you to come over and return to his lap. You straddle him again, resting your head on his shoulder. He rubs your back softly and whispers, “You believe me now?”

“Hmm… I don’t know. You might have to show me again.”

“Not complaining, sweetheart.”

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics

Dividers: @saradika-graphics

Beta reader: @clawdee

[my-castles-crumbling]

Not Jealous

@wolfstarbingo2024 - prompt: enemies to lovers - warnings: mildly explicit (is that a thing?) - rating: explicit (minors DNI) - words: 923 - link

Sirius Black was the most horrible, annoying, disrespectful roommate on the planet. Since Remus had started living with him three months ago at the start of University, Sirius had irked him to no end by leaving his things all over their space, staying up until ungodly hours playing videogames, bringing back more people than he could count to sleep with, and being the most attractive human on the goddamn planet.

Well- the last one might not be annoying per se. But wrapped in with the others, it was the most infuriating of all.

So when Remus stayed up until 2am writing a paper that took most of his brainpower and all of his patience, Sirius stumbling in with a tall tan man with dark hair, giggling together, was the last fucking straw.

"Sirius I don't give a single flying fuck if you want to fuck this guy in his room or on the roof," Remus said lowly, hands balled into fists, "But you will not fuck him in our room."

The man, who looked like he had stuck his finger in a light socket with the way his hair stood on end, immediately laughed. "I'd rather not fuck either of you if I have the choice, man. Regulus would be a bit pissed."

Sirius laughed as well, starting to retort, but Remus was still too mad to enjoy whatever inside jokes they were sharing. "Just get the fuck out, alright?"

And the other boy, who didn't seem to be capable of seriousness or remorse, simply bid Sirius goodnight and left, yelling loudly as he went.

But as soon as he left, Sirius turned, his face falling flat. "What the fuck made you think you can act like that?" he asked, storms in his eyes.

But Remus was done. "Me? What about you? Treating our room like your personal trash can, staying up until all hours, bringing back god knows how many people to fuck you?"

But Sirius only smirked at Remus's last statement. "Wow, Remus. I didn't realize me hooking up with people had that much of an impact on you. Are you jealous?"

Remus felt blood rush in his ears at the question, and he used all of his sense to resist punching Sirius. "No, Sirius," he denied through a clenched jaw. "I'm not-"

But Sirius interrupted him, taking a step closer. "It's too bad if you're not," he said softly, his eyes going strangely wide. "Jealousy looks kind of good on you." And as he said it, he kind of tilted his head to the side, smirking and biting his lip as if challenging Remus to react. To understand what he was saying.

It was like a bomb went off. Like all of the annoyance and fury and tension built up and culminated into an eruption, and suddenly, without even thinking about it, Remus lunged forward, grabbing Sirius and pinning him to the bed behind him, the entirety of their bodies pressed together, his mouth by Sirius's ear, the other man gasping at the quick contact. "I'm not jealous," Remus insisted, hands grabbing at Sirius's hips hard.

"P-prove it," Sirius nearly moaned, eyes wide and pupils blown with sudden lust.

So Remus had no choice but to roughly reach down, cupping the other man through his pants, groaning as he felt the hardness there. "If I was jealous," he murmured, squeezing just a bit as Sirius threw his head back and keened in pleasure, "I would fuck you, right here on the bed."

"Yes," Sirius mumbled, eyes closed and hands on Remus's biceps loosening as he fell apart a bit under Remis's grasp.

"If I was jealous," Remus continued, licking roughly at his palm and then slipping his hand under the band of Sirius's sweatpants, grabbing his length without thinking of being gentle, "I would open your arse up with my tongue, and watch while you screamed my fucking name."

"Remus," Sirius exhaled almost silently, barely keeping himself up on legs that were surely not working properly with the way Remus was working his cock with his hand.

"If I was jealous," Remus repeated, teasing his thumb over Sirius's leaking tip, inhaling as Sirius moaned with the movement, Remus's own cock twitching at the noises the shorter man made, "I would shove my huge cock so far into you, I'd make you come without touching you."

"Please," Sirius begged, his knees giving out, now, his expression completely fucked out as Remus moved his hand over his cock faster and with more purpose, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

"But baby" he cooed into Sirius's ear, reveling in the gasping sounds he was making, "I'm not jealous. So I won't." And then, grinning triumphantly, Remus stopped, removing his hand from his pants and staring down at Sirius, who collapsed on the bed, looking like he had just been told that Christmas was cancelled.

It took all of Remus's self-control to stroll into their adjoining bathroom before he shoved his own pants down to his knees, grabbed his own aching cock, and worked it over roughly, not even mothing to keep his moans quiet. And, less than a minute later, he came, loudly yelling, "F-Sirius!" as he did so.

But not loudly enough to drown out the noise of Sirius yelling his name as he came at nearly the same time on the other side of the door.

And he realized that yes, Sirius was annoying and infuriating and disrespectful. But fuck, him being attractive was definitely not a bad thing.

[megistusdiary]

hello, hi yes, it tis i, 👑 anon yet again. its been a little and i hope you're well, aris!

i haven't seen many people do this version of arle, but like a cowboy/outlaw!arle? for some reason i find that idea really fuckin' attractive, perhaps its just me tho lol

would you mind writing something smutty using that version of arle please and thank youuu? i dont have anything in mind plotwise, but im sure whatever you write will be great (as it always is)

have a good day/night

↢ signed 👑 anon

hi, pookie ♡ i actually remembered writing that before, so i went digging forever but i found it, so i will link it here.

but, i will also indulge you a little, teehee

and, i am doing okay. just busy/tired from work. i hope you're doing well and treating yourself kindly, 👑 anon

sorry this is a bit short, but i loveee the idea

(nsfw utc - tw wlw content and smoking)

"that's it, sweetheart, keep going." she looks up at you as you ride her strap. her cigar sits between her teeth, pulled away only to blow a plume of smoke into your face.

your coughs make her laugh, her other hand moving to squeeze your cheeks, puffing your lips out. "aren't you just the cutest little thing, huh, doll?" she lightly shakes your head around as you whine, clenching around her strap.

she lightly bounces you, hissing through her teeth at the resistance. "feels good?" she laughs, leaning back to take a puff of her cigar, now letting her free hand rest on your bare hip.

she loves the image of you like this, completely naked, riding her strap with your shaky thighs. the way you desperately pant, begging her to fuck you properly.

too bad outlaws don't follow the rules. not even from sweet little ladies like you.

"you're so pretty like this." she coos, squeezing your hip tightly. she inhales deeply once more, pulling you in to exhale the smoke into your mouth, indulging in your soft noises of protest before putting it out in the ash tray to her side.

"i hate it when you smoke." you cough, eyes watering as she brings her thumb to wipe them up.

"i put it out, doll. don't worry. can't have a pretty thing like you around anything dirty now, can we?"

she marvels at your body again, the way sweat glistens on your skin, how your brows furrow when she sits a little too deep inside of you.

you're perfect...

though, she decides something is missing on you. the only remedy is her hat; placed lopsided on your head.

it covers your eyes briefly, causing her to snort when you whimper before she fixes it. "there you are. now you're a real cowgirl. go on, show me how a professional rides, doll."

[konigsblog]

Who do you think is the best gaslighter in cod?

tw/cw: coercion, dub-con, toxic!soap. MDNI 18+ 🚬

Honestly, probably Soap. He isn't afraid to use manipulation and guilt tripping to get whatever he wants.

Toxic!Soap looks out for himself. You had been warned by your friends to not get into a relationship with that heartless bastard, that it would only end in tears and a broken heart. But, a part of you felt attracted to him, and you couldn't resist the offer of sleeping with him.

You're not sure whether it was the alcohol in your system that left you craving something that only Johnny could provide, or if you were really feeling attracted to him. Johnny knows your weak spots, he knows what to say to get you to pull your panties down, to let him fuck you whether you truly want it or not. How can you say no to that cheeky face? Surely, he means well... Right?

Breaking people's hearts is nothing but a sick form of entertainment for Johnny. He'd dote on you, spend hours by your side, and take you on romantic dates, only to deny ever being in a relationship with you. He'll make you feel loved and cared for, only to go off and hook-up with another woman for a new high. Fuck, coming home to see Johnny with a pretty woman on his lap seriously broke your heart.

He'd gaslight you, say that you're a crazy slag, that he'd never date someone as sensitive and emotional as you. You want to prove him wrong, to hold back your tears and stay strong, but you come crawling back to your close friends to weep in their arms.

Maybe he's right. Perhaps you are just too sensitive. :(

[comradekatara]

“being a man means knowing where you’re needed the most” is really the perfect sokka thesis statement because it’s such an illogically circular motto through which to define your unwavering sense of duty, and yet. every season sees sokka prioritizing his perceived duty over where he’s actually needed the most and dearly paying the price for it.

in “the siege of the north,” arnook takes him off the mission to assassinate zhao so that he can act as yue’s bodyguard and sokka accepts this role immediately even though if it hadn’t been a command from a father figure leader of his people to protect the girl he’s in love with, surely he would have resisted. surely he would have been like “wait actually i am the only person here who knows zhao personally and has intel on the fire navy and has seen combat, what are you doing rn.?” and if he had led the mission, yue probably would have lived, since zhao wouldn’t have gotten the chance to destroy the moon in the first place.

in ba sing se, sokka takes up katara’s offer for her to stay behind while he visits their father, even though he knows logically that it’s his plan and he should be the one dealing with the logistics of that, simply because he is so irrationally desperate to prove himself to his father that he doesn’t even bother interrogating why katara made that offer in the first place (hint: it’s not selfless sibling love). he truly believes that where he’s needed the most is with his father, even though hakoda himself explicitly disagrees. and had he stayed in the city, he would have tried to see suki, realized instantly that the kyoshi warriors were not who they said they were, and maybe even had the chance to foil their plot before it got to the point that aang, too, had to die.

and then “the boiling rock” is probably the most egregious example of this pattern because he genuinely believes that atoning for his sins against his father (within his own perception of what happened, always with the self-blame, always with the guilt) is worth risking his life over, even though he still does have a duty to aang that outweighs any sort of value potentially rescuing his father could bring. dying isn’t even an unattractive consequence to him (in fact one could even argue that he welcomes it), that’s how irrationally guilty he feels for fumbling the invasion, which he takes full responsibility for, even though, mind you, it was kuei who leaked the plans to azula and never mentioned it afterwards, and aang who decided to stay instead of retreat. and this perceived failure brings out his already latent suicidal tendencies to the point that he straight up forgets his promise to his father entirely, forgets that he is desperately needed elsewhere. because he failed one time, so surely that means he’s no longer useful (i.e. worthy, i.e. deserving of existence) at all…..right??

the thing about sokka is that he’s ostensibly someone who values the cold ruthlessness of logic and reason over the sentimental naïveté of operating on pure feeling (something that katara deems him “heartless” for), and yet he also displays a pretty dire pattern of not thinking clearly whenever the question of fulfilling his [perceived] duty to the Father is involved. what imbibing patriarchal logic when your entire notion of masculinity (and indeed the very question of possessing intrinsic value as a person) hinges on the valorization of martyrdom does to a mf…..