#there is still resistence to it looks like

[redwinelew]

can I request a smau for lewis hamilton where he's secretly dating his new teammate leclerc's sister and a mistake of instagram story tells everyone they're not just flirting on socials but are actually a couple?

thanks<3

baby, i like flirting! | lewis hamilton

social media au. twin sister leclerc!reader

summary as requested!

face claim daisy edgar-jones

song after midnight by chappell roan

warnings age gap (28 x 40), a bit suggestive on some parts

author's note figured now would be a good time to post this. also i made reader charles' twin since daisy is close to his age i hope that's alright with u anon. sorry this is shorter than what i usually write i hope u like this 33

english is not my first language. all pictures taken from pinterest, instagram and twitter. credit to owners.

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♬ Naked In Manhattan • Chappell Roan

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ynleclerc random 2024 photo dump 💋

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user who do i need to fight to date charles sister

charles_leclerc user Me obviously

user charles_leclerc my bad bruh 😭🫡

user user LMFAO

user still can't believe vcarb sponsored y/n to come to a race instead of her brother's own team 😭😭

ynleclerc user well does ferrari have danny ric?? and yuki?? no i don't think so

user ynleclerc y/n leclerc aka #1 daniel ricciardo and yuki tsunoda stan

ynleclerc user exactly exactly

user the leclerc genes are insane bro

user user face cards never decline fr

user the best siblings duo ever i don't make the rules

user CHAPPELL ROAN???? you are so real for this

ynleclerc user 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user she is who i want to be when i grow up

user the coolest girl ever

lewishamilton That skirt looks gorgeous on you

ynleclerc lewishamilton what's underneath is ever better

user ynleclerc WOAH??????

user ynleclerc EXCUSE ME

lewishamilton ynleclerc I know

user lewishamilton AYO??

user lewishamilton SIR??????

user lewishamilton "I know" EHAT DOES THAT MEAN

user lewishamilton grandpa still got some game damn

user lewishamilton something's in the air in maranello fr ain't no way lewis is flirting with charles sister PUBLICLY

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twitter!

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ynleclerc well since the secret is out...... here's some pics from the archives

ps lewis is still alive dw charles is not gonna kill ferrari's only hope at wcc this year

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user I KNEW ITTTT

user i guess now we know why y/n kept hanging out at merc garage last year 😭😭

user user she was also in vcarb's garage??

user user i mean yeah but that was sponsored. during other gps she's always seen hanging out in merc garage but ppl thought it's only bcs she's friends with carmen

user the last pic...... i would do the same tbh

ynleclerc user alex took the pic 😚😚 i just couldn't resist

user and the crowd is in shock????

alexandrasaintmleux it's been so hard keeping this a secret haha so happy for you two ❤️❤️

charles_leclerc alexandrasaintmleux I still can't believe that you knew first before I do

ynleclerc charles_leclerc she's my favorite so i love her more

charles_leclerc ynleclerc WE SHARED A WOMB!!!!!

ynleclerc charles_leclerc and i'm pretty sure you almost ate me so consider this a payback

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lewishamilton Mi amor ❤️

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ynleclerc baby that's spanish 😭😭 mon amour is french

charles_leclerc ynleclerc He doesn't even know the difference? This is the man you claimed to love?

ynleclerc charles_leclerc he's trying ok give him a break 😭😭

charles_leclerc If you break her heart I will sabotage your car. Mark my words, Lewis

ynleclerc charles_leclerc ARE YOU INSANE 😭😭

user charles_leclerc we love a protective brother

user user i can't take the threat seriously i'm afraid lmfao 😭😭

lewishamilton charles_leclerc I deserve it

scuderiaferrari charles_leclerc Please don't

francolapinto congratulations!

user can't believe all of this started bcs of some instagram stories

user user how long do u figure they would keep this a secret if that accident didn't happen 😭😭

user user they're gonna have to be public eventually. can't hide from charles forever

user i wonder how family dinners will be from now on

user user chaotic most definitely

user user thinking about charles giving lewis the talk has me dying

user oh to be charles leclerc's sister and date lewis hamilton

user user living the dream fr

user when i said i want 1644 dramas in 2025 this is NOT what i meant 😭😭

[simpforboys]

more frat!perv!manipulator!rafe who is still obsessed w topper’s dumb gf

warnings: groping, manipulating, ditsy/dumb/innocent!reader, handjob, praise, cheating, kissing, brief thigh humping

thank you for 6,000 friends <33

find part one here

It shouldn’t have surprised Rafe, really. Topper is your boyfriend, after all.

But when Rafe walked in on you sitting on Topper’s lap, giggling at some compilation of cats doing funny things, it irritated Rafe more than anything.

“Hi, Rafey.” You greet him warmly, your pretty eyes flicking up to see his cold blue ones.

“Hey, sweetness.” Rafe murmurs, although he doesn’t look at you like he typically does. He just hated being around you and Topper together, when you were so affectionate, knowing that you were with his best friend and not him.

“How was class, man?” Topper asks, his hand absentmindedly running up and down your crossed legs. You were only wearing some leggings and a crop top, a more casual afternoon.

“S’fine.” Rafe grunts, taking off his snapback and running a hand through his hair.

He moved over to his twin xl and hopped up on it, his back against the pillow as he propped himself up on an elbow and started scrolling on his phone, trying desperately to block out you sitting on Topper’s lap.

“You don’t wanna watch cat videos with us, Rae?” You ask, turning to look at the tall man who is lying with his thighs spread out a bit.

“‘m good,” he replies shortly.

You frown, but before you could even think about going back to watching the cute kitties, Topper was patting your thigh.

“I gotta go do somethin’, babe. I’ll be back in like twenty minutes.”

You hum, getting off your boyfriend’s lap as he stood up. You gave Topper a small peck, watching as he grabbed his wallet and keys, before uttering a “goodbye” to you and Rafe.

You turned, looking at Rafe. His eyes were already on you, a slight snarl on his lips.

“Are you okay, Rafey?” You ask, moving to the side of his lifted bed.

Rafe stares at you for a minute, not saying anything, the throbbing his cock is feeling against his jeans too distracting.

You poked his meaty thigh, feeling upset for your friend that he was feeling so down.

“Y’know what could make me feel better, sweet girl?” He hummed, a twisted idea forming in his mind as he turned his phone off and set it down on the bed.

“Hm?”

“A kiss.” He says bluntly, blue eyes fixated on the sight of your tummy poking out from the hem of the crop top and waistband of the leggings.

You just smile, leaning over to peck his cheek. You weren’t a stranger to giving Rafe kisses on the cheek or forehead, or him doing the same.

He grabbed your wrist before you could pull away, though. “Not there, baby.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

He had to internally roll his eyes. That stupid pout and look of confusion only made his cock harder.

Stupid girl.

“A real kiss, sweetness.”

You pondered it, lips still in a small pout. Your insides twisted, a weird feeling in your heart and tummy.

“I dunno, Rafe…”

“C’mon, pretty girl. S’jus’ me, yeah? Y’know only you can make me feel better.” He convinced, trying to resist the urge to just push his lips onto yours.

You went silent for a moment, just staring at him, looking unsure.

“We’re not doin’ anythin’ wrong, Y/n. You’re jus’ tryna cheer me up, ain’t that right?”

You let out a small huff, but nod. You did wanna cheer up Rafe, it killed you whenever he got so upset.

You leaned over the bed, his big hand moving to your thigh to help pull you up until you were almost hovering over the side of his body.

He kept his hand on your thigh, squeezing it a bit, feeling precum leak from his aching tip as he licked his own lips.

You both leaned in, him a bit too eagerly, you a bit too cautiously.

Your lips collided, and Rafe immediately took control and dominance. He hums into it, his left hand moving to the back of your neck, so you can’t pull away.

You had to put your hand on his thigh to keep yourself upright, which in response, he let out a small moan into the kiss.

His kisses were different than Topper’s. Topper was controlled, slow, sweet, gentle.

Rafe was desperate, dominant, rough, lustful.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, trying not to bust in his underwear when your tongue slid against his. He could still sense your hesitation, and it annoyed the hell out of him.

His right palm left your thigh, lifting your crop top up a bit as it shamelessly groped your tit through your bra. He felt you huff through your nose against his, and he couldn’t help but buck his hips up a bit.

“Mhm— you okay?”

You pull away, feeling him buck. You panted a bit, your lips swollen, as you looked down at his waistline.

“‘m jus’ feelin’ so needy, sweetness. Can ya help me?” He asks, giving you those puppy dog eyes.

The blue irises were just a weakness — no matter who had them.

“Um…” You hesitated, face warm. But then he took your palm and placed it on his clothed bulge, letting you feel how hard he is.

Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, Rafe was already unbuttoning the jeans, the words Lucky You embroidered. He pushed them down just enough, along with his navy blue boxer briefs, for his raging hard-on to stand out.

A small noise left you, one that caused more precum to leak from the dark pink mushroom tip.

“Ya trust me, yeah?” He hums, caressing your cheek.

You hesitantly nodded, eyes locked onto the big dick. Topper’s wasn’t this big… it was like the ones you see in porn.

He had to hide the devilish smirk on his lips as he spit on his own hand and guided it down to his throbbing shaft. “Gimme your hand, sweetness.”

Your hand shook as you held it out for him, a heat pooling in your tummy when your palm and fingers wrapped around him.

“Now move it up ‘n down… jus’ like that…”

He coos, throwing his head back a little as you began to hesitantly, and curiously, stroke his cock.

His big hand went back up to grope your tit, feeling the soft flesh as you continued to jerk him off, thinking you were just helping him.

You may be Topper’s girlfriend, but Rafe knew you were his dumb helper.

“S’good, pretty girl… makin’ Rafey feel good…”

He’s already trying desperately not to cum, but the way you were stuck staring at his erection, like it baffled your innocent brain was quickly sending him to the edge.

“I-is this right, Rafey?” You choke out.

“Mhmm… it feels right, ain’t it?” He groans, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss.

He starts to thrust up into your hand, soft moans and whimpers leaving him.

But what really sent him over the edge was when he saw you start to grind your clothed cunt on his thigh, completely oblivious to your own needs, distracted on helping him.

“F-fuck… keep goin’ baby, don’t stop—“

He grunts, panting as his warm seed spills all over your hand. Rafe’s head is still thrown back against his pillow, those pretty blue eyes half lidded as he stared at your face.

“You’re a good girl, baby… such a good girl f’me.”

He murmurs, pulling you forward to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

[butchshevik]

Yeah so as recent news from LA illustrates perfectly: a lot of orgs are going to be organizing protests, because it's visible and attracts turnout, particularly among young folks who want to be engaged but may not have deep organizing chops. These orgs are generally not used to countering direct resistance from the emboldened police state, and because of the prevalence of "horizontal" org structures, they may not have strong leadership making snap (let alone good) strategic decisions on the ground. If youre going to protest, know what the fuck a kettle is, and do not enter one. Unfortunately, from the middle of a large group, a kettle might be impossible to identify until it's too late - so you have to know who youre organizing with, and know when to cut and get out of dodge.

Just in general, an org that organizes a protest under the repressive militarized American regime, asks you to expose yourself to that violence as a consequence of attending, and then designs a protest route that gets them kettled - or that allows itself to be led off-route into a kettle - is not adequately protecting its members or looking out for your safety. An org that has a protest route without a vehicle brigade between you and the cops whenever possible is not adequately protecting its members or looking out for your safety. An org that demonstrates without a black block contingent in sight is not even vaguely serious about contending with police violence. And even orgs that plan smart routes, enlist drivers, and encourage block still might not be at all prepared if the state decides to show out in force. Protests are necessary and promote the visibility of dissent but they are one of the least effective means of organizing a genuine resistance to fascism. Don't do something that feels off, or that doesnt have a clear and direct aim that outweighs the very real threat, just to feel like you did something at all. Be smart. Be safe. And don't get fucking ganked for so little as carrying a cardboard sign.

[kaiser1ns]

#. A KISS TO PROVE IT

featuring 𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

fluff + slight suggestive. for him kissing wasn't special, but his actions told you otherwise.

You are thirteen. A teenager—well, at least at the start of teenage life. Watching movies where the main characters share their first kiss has become fascinating. What’s so special about kissing, anyway? Do you just walk up to a random boy and kiss him, or do you tell the friend sitting next to you that you want to try it?

"Sae, do you know anything about kissing?" you ask, glancing at him as he remains glued to the TV, watching yet another football game.

"Huh? You mean that disgusting thing adults do when they love each other?"

Love each other? The thought rolls around your mind. Do you really have to love someone to kiss them?

“Well, I think it’s romantic,” you counter.

He finally looks at you, leaning slightly closer. “What’s so romantic about swapping germs with someone else?”

Typical boy—he doesn’t get it.

But what if? What if you kissed someone you really, really liked? What if he was the boy sitting next to you, holding your hand like he is now, his curious gaze waiting for an answer? Would it still be disgusting? Or would it be... something else?

“When a boy and a girl fall in love, they do more than just hold hands or visit each other’s houses,” you murmur, your cheeks heating under his stare.

At your words, Sae lets go of your hand, and you suddenly wish you hadn’t said anything, but then he speaks.

"Do you want to try?” he asks but you don’t answer. You can’t. Your heart is pounding, but he leans in before and... It’s quick, awkward, and ends almost before it begins—a brush of lips that leaves your mind with questions.

“That’s it?” he asks, skeptic and unimpressed by the mere act of kissing. You’re stunned silent, your lips tingling. But Sae, who is never satisfied, leans in again. “Let me prove it—kissing is gross.”

This time, it’s slower, more deliberate, and definitely less awkward. It’s warm, it’s strange, and you can’t help but think he’s wrong. It’s not gross at all. This time, the kiss lingers, as if he’s trying to understand why you find it so fascinating. The world seems to fade away for a moment, until—

The front door slams open.

“I’m home!” a familiar voice echoes through the house, followed by hurried footsteps. Sae pulls back instantly, his expression blank as if nothing happened.

Rin appears in the doorway, stopping dead in his tracks. He blinks at the two of you, then points at you and Sae accusingly. “Why is Nii-chan eating her face?”

You want the ground to swallow you whole.

Sae groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Rin, stop saying stupid things.”

As Rin bounds away, laughing, you sit frozen, your cheeks on fire. Sae exhales, leaning back on the couch like it never happened. “See? Disgusting,” he mutters, though his tone sounds less sure now but he still reached out to hold your hand.

Some things, it seems, are better left in theory.

When Sae left for Spain, it felt like your heart had been ripped out. The boy you’d spent so many afternoons with, arguing, laughing, and most importantly sharing your first kiss, was gone. And the distance between you, one thing remained certain: Sae was your first love, and you fully intended for him to be your last.

Now you are seventeen, in a cozy hotel room, sitting on the plush couch, it feels like no time has passed. He’s here again, leaning into you, and the world-famous athlete—Itoshi Sae the pride of Japan, playing for Re Al is nowhere to be seen.

To you, he’s just Sae. The same annoying, sarcastic boy who always got under your skin, except now.

His lips are on yours, firm and demanding, as if making up for lost time. His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer, and you don’t resist. How could you, when you’ve been missing him just as much?

His mouth trails down your jawline, his breath hot against your skin, and you let out a soft sigh, tangling your fingers in his hair. “You’ve been gone too long,” you whisper, between kisses. Sae pauses just long enough to smirk against your lips. “Not my fault you’re terrible at long-distance relationships.”

You roll your eyes, but the playful retort dies on your tongue as his lips find yours again, hungrier this time. He’s missed you—he doesn’t need to say it; it’s in the way he kisses you, the way he is finally claiming his most important prize.

“Still gross?” you tease, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze.

His eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, his expression softens. “Very gross,” he says, before pulling you back into another kiss, as if trying to prove his point all over again.

You melt into him, your heart pounding as your hands clutch his shirt, desperate to close the space between you. It’s overwhelming, messy, and intense, but neither of you care.

Right now Sae isn’t Japan’s treasure. He’s yours.

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[acewolf456]

Absorb Elements and Altar Self.

Absorb elements being a reaction to taking elemental damage is cool as hell. I touch something that’s too hot and burn my hand? Fire damage, reaction to resist it! Shocked by an outlet? Lightning damage, reaction to resist it!

And Altar Self is actually crazy. I would 100% start doing porn with Altar Self. Not trying to replicate anyone’s appearance, but still not looking like myself. Though it’s a shame the change isn’t permanent. Would love to change my looks forever, not just 1 hour at a time. But you did say we could use them unlimitedly so I guess nothing would stop me from chaining it together.

The Randomizer

[iamgonnagetyouback]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀────۶ৎ tattoo

synopsis: ever since you and james met as kids on that old park bench, it’s been your special place. so, as a surprise, you get a tiny tattoo of it—but when you show james, his reaction is definitely not what you anticipated content warnings: mentions of tattoos & needles, mentions of fainting (james, of course), fluff

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᡣ𐭩 words.ᐟ 765

You were buzzing with excitement as you practically skipped down the Hogwarts corridors, barely resisting the urge to grab the nearest person and scream, "I got a tattoo!" But no, this was for James. This was his surprise.

Well, technically, it was your surprise for him, but semantics.

It had taken weeks of planning, a not-so-legal trip to a tattoo shop in Hogsmeade (courtesy of Sirius’ uncanny ability to charm anyone into bending the rules), and an impressive pain tolerance on your part. And now, right on your wrist, forever inked into your skin, was the tiniest, most delicate drawing of a park bench.

Your park bench. The one where you and James had first met as kids, years before Hogwarts, when he had very gallantly offered you half of his chocolate frog (and then proceeded to eat the whole thing himself because, in his defense, he forgot). It was the place where your friendship had started, the place where he had asked you out, and, most importantly, the place where he had fallen off said bench trying to impress you with an ill-advised backflip.

You burst into the Gryffindor common room, immediately spotting James lounging on the couch, his legs thrown over Sirius’ lap as they argued over some Quidditch play. Peter and Remus were off to the side, placing silent bets on who would give in first.

“James!” you called, practically vibrating. “I have a surprise for you.”

James sat up immediately, eyes lighting up. “For me?” He beamed. “Is it a puppy? Is it a broom? Is it a puppy on a broom?”

You rolled your eyes, dropping onto the couch beside him. “Better. Look.”

You extended your wrist, presenting your fresh tattoo like it was the Crown Jewels. James blinked, leaning in closer. His nose almost brushed your skin as he squinted at the tiny bench.

“It’s…” His voice trailed off before realization dawned in his eyes. “Is that—?”

“The park bench,” you confirmed, grinning. “Where we first met. I wanted something to remind me of you forever.”

For a second, James just stared, expression unreadable. And then—

“You let someone stab you repeatedly?” His voice cracked halfway through, and you barely had time to process before he was cradling your wrist like it was made of glass. “Why would you do that? That must have hurt! Are you okay? Do you need a Healer? I could get Poppy! I—”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” Sirius groaned from the other side of the couch, rolling his eyes. “James, it’s a tattoo, not a mortal wound. Look at me, I’ve got loads, and I turned out amazing.”

James shot him a glare. “You passed out when you got your first one, Pads.”

“That’s irrelevant.” Sirius waved a dismissive hand, adjusting his sleeve to show the tattoo of a star on his forearm. “Besides, mine are all cool and mysterious, not tiny benches of sentimentality.”

“I think it’s brilliant,” Remus said mildly, sipping his tea.

Peter nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, very romantic. And brave. Braver than James, who still faints when Pomfrey takes his blood.”

James gasped, scandalized. “That was one time—”

“It was last week,” Remus deadpanned.

You snorted, shaking your head. “James, I’m fine. It barely hurt, and I love it.” You nudged him. “Do you love it?”

James sighed dramatically, looking between you and the tiny bench like it had personally betrayed him. Then, finally, he huffed, tugging you into his arms. “I love it. But if you ever get another one, I’m coming with you. For… supervision purposes.”

“Uh-huh,” Sirius snorted. “So you can faint into my arms again?”

James pointedly ignored him, pressing a kiss to your wrist. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured. “But I adore you anyway.”

You grinned, kissing his cheek. “Good. Because I was already thinking of getting another one.”

James groaned loudly, dropping his head onto your shoulder. Sirius, however, perked up.

“Oh, I’m helping pick the next one.”

And just like that, James’ nightmare had only just begun.

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[qqueenofhades]

been seeing some responses to the many many lawsuits and other actions taken against trumpet and munkfruit that fall along the lines of "this isn't enough, it's already too late, you can't fight fascism with the law, we're all gonna die." i understand the fear, truly, but i'm curious as to your thoughts on it, as to me it seems like this sort of behavior/posting doesn't do much beyond embolden the narrative that everyone actually likes these bastards and they're too powerful to be stopped.

Welp. This is the kind of question that requires me to write a long and complex sociopolitical/critical/historical/Discourse-esque analysis that will take a while and which I am trying to do only selectively, but I'm at home on Saturday morning, I don't have anything else to do right now, and it does present me an opportunity to address some things I've been thinking about. So. We'll give it a shot.

The first thing that has struck me is that in a few short weeks, we're getting a sharp empirical disproving of two common online-leftist fallacies: one, the old "both parties are exactly the same" chestnut, and two, "the only resistance that matters is Violent Glorious Revolution" (which somehow and conveniently never happens). We had months and months of "Biden is just as bad as Trump!!!" being spread as gospel truth in online-leftist circles, and then when Harris took over, it switched just as seamlessly into "Harris is just as bad as [or even worse than] Trump!" Now, as I have said before, there were plenty of legitimate criticisms to make of Biden, particularly the Gaza policy (upon which Harris notably differed). But it's quite telling that the keyboard warriors who spent all of last year howling for The Righteous Punishment of Biden-Harris (regardless that the obvious ancillary consequence was letting Trump come to power) have either disappeared completely when it comes to dealing with the results of that rhetoric, or have switched to "everything is doomed so I guess we shouldn't bother anyway." Like. Trump is now proposing to fully ethnically cleanse Gaza and either blithely hand it over to Israel or build Jared Kushner Beachfront Resort Disneyworld, and what do we hear in protest? For the most part, crickets. These are not serious people. Their opposition is not morally consistent, and it only depends on how they can make themselves look good. I thought that Trump was somehow supposed to be magically better than Biden particularly on the Gaza issue, and that was why it was worth letting him get elected? Or something? Something!?!

I'm curious as to whether those people still legitimately think that Harris would have spent her first few weeks in office dismantling USAID, signing weekly anti-trans executive orders, unleashing ICE across the country and terrorizing immigrant communities, putting the Project 2025 guy in charge of the Office of Management and Budget, letting Elon Musk run rampant with Treasury data, nominating the likes of RFK Jr. and Tulsi Gabbard to Cabinet posts, trying to freeze all federal funding, stripping DEI initiatives, dismantle the Department of Education -- etc. etc. The thing is, as ghoulish as it is, none of this is a surprise, because it is literally what Trump and his people spent the entire presidential campaign loudly, openly, and repeatedly promising to do. However awful they were and are, they were not remotely secret about their intentions. That information was out in the open every time they opened their mouths. But too many people didn't pay attention, rationalized it away, decided that "he won't actually do that" (despite the fact that he launched a literal violent coup attempt on the Capitol the last time he was in office), or just made up their minds that Trump Will Reduce Grocery Prices and refused to listen to any information that countered that view. What do we get now? Trump laughing off the grocery-prices issue and insisting that it's "not a priority" and Musk managing to claim that the real problem is government spending, not corporate greed. Again, this was completely predictable, because y'all got willingly suckered. It was not hard to see it coming.

That said: if the Glorious Online Leftist Revolution is still coming, and by some lights we might now legitimately need it, where the fuck is it? Are they still out there banging the drum against Trump and his "let's ethnically cleanse Gaza" policy and anything else that they insisted, they swore up and down, was functionally equivalent or possibly even marginally better than Biden-Harris getting another term? No. They're either dead silent, offering weak excuses, or completely giving into "we're doomed there's no point fighting back through weak shitlib institutions that are obviously terrible and will fail" blubbering that makes no fucking sense. One, because they move the goalposts so constantly that there's not even any attempt to reckon with the last effects of their damaging bullshit, and two? As I said, where's the fucking Revolution magically coming to save us and install a perfect leftist utopia (which is never how revolutions have ever worked) and sweep away Government Tyranny? Is that only for when a Democrat is in office and you can have confidence that the government is not going to come after you in the middle of the night for talking about it? Now that there's an actual fascist in power, it's somehow too hard to resist at all, even in small, institutional, and everyday ways that are often far more effective at practically confounding the bad stuff instead of empty and useless online echo chambers, so guess we should all just give up??!

Fuck. That.

This is also why we have to talk about the catastrophic lack of information literacy and critical thinking skills in young leftist spaces. A good example is the recent migration of TikTok users to the Chinese app RedNote. It was sweet for a little while as there was cultural exchange and friendship and memes. But then, predictably, it dove hard into "ah, once again The Evil US Government Has Lied To Us and there are no problems at all in China!" I have seen posts float by on my dash that unironically claim this is the case and China is truly great and Americans should want to move there and clearly all that business about authoritarian control and mass repression was just a ruse by, again, The Evil US Government. If you are so utterly devoid of basic information literacy and research abilities that your standard of proof for "is the Chinese government repressively authoritarian and totalitarian" is "a random Chinese person on an app in a country where the Internet is viciously controlled and voicing the slightest criticism can make you disappear told me that it isn't," then for Christ's fucking sake, you need help. For one, it wasn't just the US government saying this. It was, y'know, Chinese dissidents, the entire nation of Taiwan, historians, academics, researchers, the Uyghur Muslims of Xinjiang, etc etc. If your only standard for believing or supporting anything is "the opposite of what the US government thinks," then you are perfect targets for authoritarianism. Hey, a person living under an authoritarian regime who will punish them if they speak out against it told me everything was fine! Clearly there's nothing to worry about and we should want it here in America!

Come on. Come on.

This is also the case because uneducated young leftists like to unironically label themselves "communists" or "Marxist-Leninists" as if it's cool and hip and has never been involved in anything problematic in all of history, so anything that calls itself that must be supported. Shoutout to the idiot in my notes recently who reblogged a several-year-old post just to shout at me about how historical communists NEVER worked with or collaborated with fascists, because something something The Communists Were The Pure Shining Good Guys! (Uh, nobody tell them about the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact.) Clearly, the Chinese Communist Party is good and beneficial, end of story, no more criticism or caution needed! Obviously, yes, official American policy toward China has often been driven by basic Sinophobia, and the determination that nobody can change American hegemony or unipolarity or its ability to call the shots how it pleases. But if that is the literally only criteria you're using, then yeah. If you're so unaware that "the Chinese people are ordinary human beings" and "the Chinese government is repressive and authoritarian" are statements that can and in fact do coexist, then apparently you've missed the situation you're in right now, where "the American people are ordinary human beings" and "the American government is repressive and authoritarian" is also the case. Because online leftism is essentially devoid of a consistent moral principle and will just blithely switch up to support Bad Things as long as they're being done by governments with the correct ideological label, here we are.

Anyway. This is getting long, but the main takeaway is that the "all resistance against Trump is doomed and I guess we just gotta die :(" line is now, somehow, often coming from the same people who were constantly yelling that the only hope was a Glorious Revolution against Biden-Harris, and it is somehow even stupider. So you'll trumpet about Gloriously Overthrowing The Government all the day long as long as a Democrat is in office, but the instant a Republican gets in there instead and starts acting like an actual fascist, welp, time to just shut up and accept our doom and not even bother to struggle? Please tell me how any of that makes sense. Especially when actively confounding the Trump/Musk Axis of Evil is already working. There is also the fact that the establishment-media types are supporting this narrative for reasons of their own; witness the fact that the entire US corporate media is owned by oligarchs who hastened to bend the knee and pledge fealty to Trump 2.0. They obviously also have a reason for inculcating hopelessness in you, and that the only recourse is to shut up, accept it, and let them continue to rob you blind. Because American democracy will never matter as much as money, power, and control for the Billionaire Bros.

The point is: this is a bad-faith narrative on all sides. Whether it's coming from the online leftists in their latest head-spinningly hypocritical volte-face, the oligarch-owned corporate media that wants to feed you constant Bad News to keep you clicking and worried and distracted and unable to resist, the Trumpist power that wants people to quit making this pesky stink about all their authoritarian fascist adventures, or anyone else. There is nobody who has your best interests at heart if they are telling you that everything is doomed and the only thing to do is lie down and take it. There is no logical reason you should listen to them. Go forth and keep resisting, in whatever way presents itself. Those cumulative small actions are far more effective than any Splendid Revolution that never, ever materializes, while the people who preach it just sit back and whine about how things are so bad now so clearly they couldn't. Shut up.

It is always important. It always matters. It will make a difference.

Courage, etc.

[wtfaniii]

Could you do the squid game characters x reader who likes to eat weird food combos?

I keep getting judged for my food choices 😔🤘

I understand you, HAHAHA I also tend to eat strange things sometimes

Squid game characters reaction to strange food

Your palate is very versatile and there are some people who may or may not like it.

We return to the requests!! Thank you for your wait and sorry for the delay ♡ I haven't reviewed this yet so sorry for any spelling mistakes :D and tell me if you would like me to add any character to my list

In-ho

Due to him job he rarely eats at his respective times so you are in charge of bringing him food and making sure he doesn't starve.

He appreciates what you do, he means it, he appreciates knowing that there is someone who cares about him even in the smallest thing like food, but every time he sees you enter his office with a covered silver tray he feels like his soul leaves his body for a few moments.

But seeing you smile silences any complaints he has, the food you make him knows that you make it with love and effort but damn, ¿hot cakes with bacon on top?

"¡Taraa!" You said proudly, putting the tray in front of him after having uncovered it and revealing your peculiar food combo "¡You have to try it! It looks weird but feels like a party in your mouth!"

The emotion in your voice silenced him for the second time, with a tight smile he took the cutlery and took a piece of the soft hot cake and joined it with the fried bacon, he brought it to his mouth under your watchful gaze and took a bite, he admitted it, sometimes he threw away your food but this combination definitely looked more decent than the previous ones.

And to him surprise it didn't taste bad.

"Mmmhh, it's delicious" He admitted eating his breakfast more enthusiastically, salty and sweet would be his favorite combination.

Jun-ho

The work day was quieter than usual, so you and Jun-ho had free time to talk and relax in the seats of the patrol car, being a traffic officer was boring sometimes.

But fortunately for you and unfortunately for him, you always had your favorite snack with you.

“Fries with honey” he sighed as he leaned back against his seat, watching as you pulled the bag of fries and a jar of honey out of your backpack.

"If you gave them a chance you'd see how good it tastes" you said flashing your tongue at him in a childish and playful manner to which he just laughed as he took the bag of chips from you and took a handful to eat.

"No thanks, the last time I listened to you I was in the bathroom for three hours."

You laughed out loud at his comment, he was right, you made him eat pizza with honey and his poor stomach suffered all day, maybe he didn't have the same resistance as you but you still enjoyed forcing him to eat sometimes just to make his body uncomfortable, that way Jun-ho would have fun and embarrassing anecdotes to tell.

The Salesman

"I finished my round for this day, it's your turn" Exclaimed the elegant and well-groomed man, standing next to you to hand you the briefcase, but a clear expression of disgust formed when he saw the food you had in your hands "¿What are you eating?"

You swallowed the bite in your mouth and excitedly showed him your peanut butter and pickle sandwich.

"My lunch, ¿do you want some?" You asked getting up from the park bench you were on and bringing your food closer to him face, a gesture that was out of pure kindness, he saw it as a threat to his person.

"Take that abomination away from me" He demanded with an expression of disgust and taking a step back using the briefcase as a shield "And look how dirty you got, go to the bathroom and get ready, we must have an impeccable appearance"

You looked at the candy stain on your jacket and twisted your lips when you saw that effort for your appearance had been of no use, as recruits they had a dress code.

"Hold this for me" you said and before he could complain you handed him your sandwich and walked to the nearest public women's bathroom.

This combination continued to seem strange to him and he held it away from him as if it were some toxic food, but after a few seconds his curiosity got the better and he took a bite of your lunch, when you returned, you surprised him eating and you smiled triumphantly, from that day on, you always brought an extra sandwich for him.

Gi-hun

For him, the food you brought him was horrible, he could barely swallow it or hold it in his mouth, so every time you brought him a snack he would throw it in the trash without you noticing.

Until one day he came home disappointed at not having found the salesman and found you standing in the middle of the living room with your arms crossed and a look of annoyance on your face.

Out of inertia he tried to back out and close the door, you didn't get angry often but seeing you do it meant risk and he definitely had in mind the reason for your displeasure, he had forgotten to take out the garbage bag this morning and if you took it out you probably found all the food you had made during the last three days.

"Don't even think about leaving" you threatened him with just your voice, forcing him to stay completely still "If you didn't like my food, you could have told me"

Now your voice didn't sound angry but yes hurt and disappointed, Gi-hun felt terrible and went to you to explain "I appreciate what you do for me, ¿but should I really eat pizza with applesauce on top?"

"You don't appreciate the art of cooking" you said dramatically, putting a hand to your chest "If you don't try it, you won't know if you like it"

He knew you were right, but damn, eating that was a sensation quite comparable to when he was in those games, however, as long as he saw you happy he agreed to try one of your peculiar combinations in front of you so that you would be sure that he tried it, he didn't like it but making him try new dishes was a success for you, now you just had to know which combination would be his favorite.

Gyeong-seok

This man is used to seeing and trying strange food, his daughter sometimes made him eat combinations without being entirely willing to do so, so he didn't complain when you put a spicy French fry with cream cheese in his mouth.

"Mmmhh, it's delicious, you always surprise me" he said, showing you a smile with his mouth closed while he chewed your strange combination.

"¡I knew you'd like it!" You said enthusiastically, taking another chip with cheese and bringing it to him mouth, he was busy painting another simple but beautiful canvas to sell his hands were full of paint stains so he was grateful that you were there to feed him with your peculiar snacks.

He admitted it, there were times when your food mixes didn't taste that good but he was too kind and cute to let you know, he'd rather stay in the bathroom for an hour with a stomach ache than hurt your feelings and never try these snacks again.

He opened his mouth waiting for another of your delicious snacks and you gladly did so, he enjoyed trying each new dish you invented so almost every day you appeared with a new mixture, he tried it and gave you his opinion which was mostly positive, anyway even if he didn't like it he wouldn't tell you unless really is an abomination to the culinary system, in which case he would be the kindest and gentlest with his words.

Dae-ho

¿Were your culinary tastes strange? Him are worse.

He needs to have something in his mouth every time he is stressed or nervous, he bites his nails, the collar of his shirt or in these cases snacks that you carry with you in the pocket.

At first you felt confident when you saw that he also had an exotic palate, but when you saw him eating avocado with cold coffee you rethought all the decisions you had made when it came to satisfying your cravings and hunger.

"¿Are you seriously going to eat that?" You asked him entering the kitchen where he was already drinking his morning coffee.

"Yeah, it tastes good," he assured with a funny smile when he saw your expression. "You can't judge me, you eat scrambled eggs with gelatin."

You laughed softly because you knew he was right, you approached him and he offered you to try his exotic drink, what a surprise you were when you tried it and admitted that it exceeded your expectations "Weird but good" you said taking another sip of coffee.

Dae-ho drew a triumphant expression on his face and offered to make you your own coffee. It was nice to have someone to share your culinary concoctions with.

Hyun-ju

She was curious to see you eating your chocolate chip cookies and ¿ham? with so much joy. You felt her gaze and believing that she was judging you, you returned a look with a frown.

She quickly realized the confusion so spoke up to apologize "oh no no no, I wasn't looking bad at you just… ¿What are you eating?"

"I have no idea" You admitted downplaying it as she sat next to you without taking your eyes off your snack. "¿Do you want to try?"

Hyun-ju nodded and you handed she a cookie wrapped in ham, hesitant but with curiosity on the surface she brought this small snack to his mouth and tried it.

She really tried hard not to spit out the food, ¿how could you eat it? However, she knew what it was like to feel judged, so with a lot of effort, swallowing the bite in his mouth and smiling at you.

"¿Do you like?" You asked excitedly but she just shook her head with a tight smile on her lips.

"No" she continued to keep a smile so as not to make you feel bad and it worked, not everyone will share these culinary tastes with you but you appreciated that there were those who gave you a chance without judging you.

Jun-hee

She wouldn't tell you anything about your meals, ask you to share them, or comment on how repulsive can sometimes seem.

But when her are pregnant you will have to get used to her taking away your snacks prepared in the kitchen, while you were preparing some Oreo cookies with peanut butter on top you barely turned around to take your glass of yogurt and when you saw there was nothing on the table.

Now next to you was Jun-hee eating your dessert with a happy smile.

"I thought you didn't like it" You said with a hand on your hip looking at her accusingly for taking away your snack.

"It's not as bad as I thought," her admitted, shrugging his shoulders casually and reaching out to take the entire package of cookies and jar of peanut butter from you.

You saw her walking back to the living room with your lunch and you gave up, but internally you smiled evilly when saw that you were finally going to share your creative food ideas with someone, you should take advantage while she was pregnant.

Myung-gi

For him it was already customary to see you eat anything edible that you found on your way, from pickles with chocolate and ham to spicy stuffed cheese,

He didn't say anything to you except certain expressions of disgust when he saw you eating those combinations, you weren't stupid, you noticed each and every time he looked at you as if he were going to vomit and instead of getting angry he made you laugh.

Every time you had the chance you made fun of him and teased him by threatening to force him to eat one of your lunches like now.

"¡Get off me!" He demanded, placing both hands to prevent you from putting whatever you had in your hands in his mouth.

"¡Oh come on! ¡Just one bite!" you said between laughs and without stopping

You weren't actually going to force him to eat this, you just wanted to scare and annoy him a little for fun, the only way to stop was for him to accept and then there would be no need for him to really try it, you just wanted to prove to him that shouldn't always reject the invitation to new experiences.

You held a piece of sausage with strawberry jam centimeters from his face while he grimaced in pain and anguish as if he were being subjected to the worst punishment in the world.

"Dramatic" you said getting up from the bed where you were fighting with him as you put the food in your mouth but before could eat it he hit your hand causing the lunch to fly "¡Hey!"

"Don't eat that, let's go, I'll take you to eat something decent." Myung-gi took your hand and dragged you out of the apartment to buy you an ice cream or a regular sandwich, maybe you should bother him more often if that was going to be your reward.

Choi Su-bong // Thanos

He didn't judge you at all, quite the opposite, he was even willing to try some strange foods you made, of course, some of the times he had to be high to be able to pass it down his throat.

"Look, spaghetti with melted chocolate on top" He told you, showing you a photograph of said food that he had found on his cell phone.

You grimaced when you saw such a thing, maybe it tasted better than it looked but still just seeing such a photograph made your stomach clench.

"I like to mix flavors but this is extreme" You said letting out a sigh and walking towards the couch, Thanos seemed offended by your comment, he wanted to help you try new things, adapt to your palate, but you weren't cooperating at all.

"¿What? I thought this would be like a five-star meal for you" he said dramatically.

Some might say he was joking but you knew him well enough to know that wasn't the case, he truly believed that you would be able to eat even the strangest food but you had certain limits.

Still, you appreciated the attempts he made to keep a smile on your face and make you feel comfortable in his company.

And poor soul of the one who dares to look at you with disgust while you were eating next to him on the street.

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Why Can’t They Resist You? (18+)

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PILE 1

Oh, darling, they can’t resist you because you’ve unlocked something deep in them something they’re trying to run from but can't help but chase. It's that tension, that tug between the push and pull that keeps them mesmerized. You’ve got them wrapped up in this whirlwind where they don’t know whether they want to fight it, give in to it, or burn everything down and rebuild from the ashes. The way you walk into a room, effortless in your energy, it’s like you’ve got the kind of confidence that cuts right through the noise, right through the walls they try to put up. They can feel that energy that heat that pull, but damn if they don't want to deny it. They might try to act indifferent or keep their distance, but the truth is, they can’t help but be drawn back to you. You make them question everything they’ve built, make them feel things they’d rather ignore, and it drives them wild in ways they can't quite put into words.

When they look at you, it’s more than just your physical presence that pulls them in. It’s that fire that you exude, that quiet power you hold, like you're the storm they can’t control. And it’s not even the way you smile, though that smile oh, god that smile does something to them. It’s in the way you move, in the confidence that exudes from every step, every gesture. It’s like you know exactly what you’re doing to them, and that's part of what gets under their skin. They can feel it, that simmering connection, that desire that you’ve sparked in them, even when they try to act like it’s not there. And let’s be honest, there's a vulnerability to it, too. When they back away, it’s not out of fear of you—it’s fear of what they might lose to you. They walk away, but they always look back, longing, wondering if they’ll ever get the courage to cross that line with you.

But the deeper truth they can't admit? They're afraid of you because you hold so much power over them. They’re used to being in control, used to being the ones who get to dictate the terms of attraction. But you? You flipped that script, and they can’t resist it. You’ve shown them something different, something they've never let themselves fully experience, and it’s terrifying. It’s thrilling. It’s something they’ve never been able to walk away from, even when they try to. And in those quiet moments, when they think they’ve pushed you away or distracted themselves, it’s your memory that haunts them the way your voice lingers in their mind, the taste of your presence in the air, the way they can still feel the heat of your touch, like you're burning a mark on their soul that no one else can erase. You’ve claimed them without even trying, and that’s why they can’t stay away.

PILE 2

Oh, sweetheart, they can't resist you because you've become their weakness a temptation too rich, too intoxicating to ignore. You’ve woven yourself into the fabric of their mind, and no matter how much control they think they have, you undo them with a single glance, a subtle shift in your posture, the way you carry yourself with an effortless kind of confidence. It makes them ache this need to claim you, to have you under their hands, to feel that electricity pulse through their fingertips when they get too close. They want to be the one who owns your attention, who earns your time, who gets to see the side of you that no one else does. And yet, there’s a hesitation, a deep-rooted uncertainty buried beneath their desire. You’re unpredictable, mysterious, slipping through their grasp just when they think they have you figured out. And that? That only makes them hungrier.

They find themselves watching you when they think you won’t notice, tracing the curve of your lips in their mind, remembering the way your voice lingers like smoke in the air. You’re a puzzle they can’t solve, a riddle that keeps them up at night, restless, replaying every interaction, every stolen moment where tension crackled between you like a storm waiting to break. And it bothers them, this obsession that gnaws at their control, this need that makes them reckless, desperate to know more, to see more, to touch God, to feel what it’s like to be the one standing beside you, owning that space in your world. They tell themselves they’re just curious, that it’s just an infatuation, but deep down? They know better. It’s you. It’s always been you. And they are losing to the weight of that realization.

But here’s the thing: you know. Oh, you know exactly what you're doing to them. You see the way their breath catches when you get too close, how they fight the urge to reach for you, to pull you in like you belong to them already. And maybe that’s what makes it all the more thrilling. The push and pull, the quiet battle of wills where they try to play it cool, try to act unaffected, when in reality, they are starving for you. They tell themselves they’ll be patient, that they’ll figure you out in time but patience wears thin, and fantasies only build. And when the moment finally comes, when that tension finally snaps? Oh, love, it won’t be soft. It won’t be careful. It will be everything they’ve been holding back, everything they’ve been too afraid to admit and once they’ve had you, once they’ve felt what it’s like to finally give in? There will be no going back.

PILE 3

Oh, they try, sweetheart. They try so hard to resist you. They tell themselves they have other things to focus on, bigger priorities, more important tasks to handle. But it’s laughable, really, because no matter how much they bury themselves in their work, their routine, their so-called discipline you are the distraction they can’t escape. You slip into their mind at the most inconvenient moments, derailing their focus, making them pause in the middle of whatever they’re doing just to imagine what it would be like to have you close, to feel your warmth, to drown in the sheer gravity of you. It’s almost frustrating, this pull you have over them, this ache that settles so deep it refuses to be ignored. They want to be careful, they want to be calculated, but their self-control is slipping, and every thought of you makes it harder to hold onto.

And the thing is, it’s not just about desire it’s about need. You make them question themselves, make them crave more than they’re ready to admit. They watch you, trying to figure out how you do this to them, how you make them feel so unsteady, so out of control. You are unpredictable in the best way, a force they didn’t see coming, and now? Now, they don’t know what to do with the fire you’ve ignited inside them. They think about you when they’re alone, when the world quiets down and there’s no one to distract them from the way you’ve infiltrated their every thought. They imagine what it would be like to pull you into their space, to hear you say their name in a way that belongs only to them. They tell themselves it’s nothing, just a passing fixation but they know that’s a lie. This isn’t something they can just shake off. This is you and there’s no getting rid of you now.

And you? Oh, you don’t make it easy for them, do you? You don’t even have to try your presence alone is enough to unravel them. The way you carry yourself, the way you look at them like you know exactly what’s going through their head it’s maddening. You are temptation wrapped in something far too alluring to ignore, and they are failing miserably at pretending they don’t want you. They hesitate, not because they don’t want to come closer, but because they know once they do, there’s no turning back. You have ruined them for anything less, and when they finally give in? Oh, sweetheart, it’s going to be everything slow, deliberate, consuming. Because resisting you was never really an option, was it?

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⋆౨ৎ bully!theo teaches you a lesson for talking back to him in public

nav // aus / bully!theo // more

and so, bully!theo is born! read at your own discretion, and i hope you’re gonna enjoys this lil fucker of a man <3

warnings: 18+ mdni, kinda dubcon, oral (m receiving), rough throatfucking, throat bulge, size kink, choking, gagging, mentions of vomiting, hair pulling, slapping, spitting, degradation, praise if you squint, cursing, smoking

you knew you probably shouldn’t have done it. theo had warned you against it many times, and yet, you still couldn’t resist – the smirk he had when he completely obliterated you for the hickeys he, himself, left the night before was simply grating on your nerves too much. so, you retorted with a sharp quip; did you really have to bring up his dick size? maybe not, given that you knew for a fact it wasn’t ‘smaller than a pickle’, but it just seemed like the right thing to say at the moment.

now, you had to deal with the consequences – theo’s huge cock mercilessly destroying your throat as you kneeled on the cold floor of the guy’s bathroom. his hand painfully fisted your hair as he shoved your face into his crotch and back, again and again and again, showing no signs of stopping any time soon.

"you think you’re so cute, huh? so fucking smart, aren’t you?" he hissed, pulling you off his cock for a moment and leaning down, his ragged, smoke-smelling breath hot against your skin. you swallowed a thick mixture of his precum and your saliva, feeling your throat constrict after at least ten minutes of non-stop pounding. your lips were swollen and stretched out, your chin dripped with liquid, the stains at the front of your blouse rapidly growing in size.

a strong slap landed on your cheek, causing your head to snap to the side. your ‘ow’ was loud and high, but it did nothing to make theo even wince. he squished your cheeks between his fingers, his darkened eyes almost drilling a hole in yours with their intensity. the muscles of his jaw rolled back and forth, his nose scrunched up in contempt.

"where’s the fucking attitude, huh?" he shook your face in his hold, making your head go dizzy for a moment, and yet you couldn’t deny the wetness that pooled between your thighs at the gesture – at every one of them, really. maybe you were sick for it, but your body had its own story to tell.

"yeah, thought so." theo scoffed at the lack of your reply; the only sounds that came out of you were the rapid, shallow breaths you took due to the exertion of sucking him off so furiously. he fixed you with another look of disdain and then, without any warning, spit right on your face. his saliva trickled down the side of your nose, making you wince – not that it was the first time, yet it still felt equal parts as degrading as it was arousing. you had half a mind to spit back, but then realized you’d probably end up with a completely dysfunctional throat.

theo smirked darkly, the anger still seeping through his every pore, and dragged his fingers all over your face, smearing his saliva over your cheeks and lips. then, without any real resistance on your part – was it the lack of strength, or was it the buzzing ache in your lower belly, you couldn’t quite place it – he shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you gag; your hands flew up to his thighs to steady yourself, but he shook them off, slapping you once more. your skin stung, and your brows were furrowed, but it didn’t deter theo in the slightest.

"keep still," he muttered, pressing at the base of your tongue. your gag reflex flared up, and you felt the familiar churning in your stomach as you tried to hold back as much as possible. before you were ready to give in and just throw up, theo took his fingers out of your mouth, providing a brief sense of relief, but then immediately replaced them with his cock.

the gagging never stopped; in fact, it only got worse as theo started roughly thrusting into your throat again, his hips moving in a quick, steady rhythm. your hair was in his painful hold, tight against his body; no way you could pull away, even though your throat was sore and aching.

"’s all you’re good for," theo rasped out through his low groans, the smirk obvious in every word that left his mouth. "a fucking cocksleeve, yeah? stupid little thing, but fits my cock so well, shit–"

you hummed incoherently around his length, trying at least an attempt to express your disagreement, but it only made your throat open some more, and the tip of theo’s cock hit deeper. you could feel the bitterness of bile rising to the top, but the huge, throbbing erection was an obstacle that kept it at bay. theo could clearly see the way your body trembled, and for a moment, he held you down, your nose pressed right into the trimmed hair on his pelvis.

"so, cara," he drawled, his fingers running along your scalp in almost soothing motions, even though they were anything but. "you still think i have a small dick, hm?"

you couldn’t reply even if you wanted to but still tried to move your head in a ‘no’. theo huffed, finding your squirming to be amusing, and his free hand glided around your neck, feeling the bulge his cock created at the front of it. you were breathing through your nose, or at least attempting to, but it didn’t really help: every single twitch of theo’s steel-solid length made you gag a little over and over again. your entire cleavage was soaked in your own drool at this point, and it was obvious that theo would have something to say about it later.

"you don’t think so?" he raised an eyebrow, as if your admittance was a surprise. he started stroking himself through your throat, fingers curling into your skin, and somehow, it felt even more humiliating than simply being throat-railed: he wasn’t even using it anymore, your body being just a means to jerk himself off. "cazzo, you feel so fucking good silent."

theo let his head fall back against the wall, groaning as his hand sped up. the other one pressed you even further into his crotch, and seconds later, you felt thick, hot spurts of cum spilling inside you one after the other. the throbbing of his cock almost choked you, added to the pressure of his hand from the outside, and you pushed at his thighs, trying to finally get him out of you. it seemed like he didn’t want you to actually die – good – because he let go, pushing you head back in return. the emptiness you felt after letting go of his still half-hard dick was strangely disappointing, the sickeningly pleasant buzz in your soaked pussy only intensifying. you sucked in the drool connecting your swollen lips to theo’s cock and wiped them with the back of your hand; it didn’t help much, you were still completely drenched.

knowing you wouldn’t get anything more, you sighed and stood up on wobbly legs, taking a couple of steps towards the bathroom sink. as you splashed your face with some cold water, you heard a click of a lighter. in the mirror’s reflection, theo was bonelessly slumped against the wall, lighting up a cigarette and taking a deep first drag.

"might need a repeat of that tonight." the words came out along with a swirling cloud of smoke, grey and undoubtedly bitter. you scoffed, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the puffiness but only making it worse in the process.

"you fucking wish," you muttered, but your voice lacked conviction. it was a well known fact that ‘might’ meant ‘will’ in theo’s vocabulary, and you also knew full well that you’d give him what what he asked – no, demanded – for.

[regressionschool]

PAMPERS PUBLIC SCHOOL REFORM: EDUCATION REIMAGINED OR REGRESSION GONE TOO FAR?

By Emily Dawson, Investigative Reporter

For years, education reform has been a topic of heated debate. Traditional schooling often leaves students overwhelmed by stress, struggling with expectations, and ill-prepared for real life. In response, school districts across the country have begun partnering with Pampers Corporation to introduce a radically new approach to learning—one that eliminates unnecessary pressure, fosters emotional well-being, and removes the burdens of growing up too quickly.

The Pampers Public School Reform Program has now fully replaced traditional education in multiple districts, converting high schools into structured learning environments tailored to a simpler, more guided lifestyle. Students are relieved of responsibilities that once weighed them down, such as complex coursework, college preparation, and even basic hygiene routines. In their place? A nurturing, preschool-style environment where comfort and security come first.

While many officials praise the program’s success, not everyone is celebrating.

"I’m Not a Toddler—Why Are They Treating Me Like One?"

Emma Reynolds, 18, had spent years working toward an honors diploma, with hopes of attending a prestigious university. But when her high school was converted to a Pampers Academy, she found herself pulled into a system she never agreed to.

"It’s not school—it’s a daycare," Emma hisses, gripping the edge of her desk, which is barely big enough to accommodate her.

Around her, the other students seem perfectly content in their new reality. The majority have already transitioned to full-time Pampers, no longer expected to even attempt bathroom breaks. Many sit in their seats with thickly padded bottoms, others waddle freely around the classroom, their sagging diapers peeking out from beneath colorful onesies. Some suckle on pacifiers while listening to their teacher read a picture book aloud, their attention spans seemingly far removed from any concern about essays, exams, or college applications.

Emma isn’t like them. She remembers what school used to be.

"They call me ‘sweetie’ and ‘princess’ and pat my head when I get answers right. They make me sit crisscross-applesauce on the rug during storytime. They don’t teach math, they teach shapes. We have scheduled nap times. And worst of all?" She shifts uncomfortably, her thick pull-ups rustling beneath her skirt. "They won’t even let us use the bathroom like normal people."

Under the Pampers system, students are placed in protective undergarments based on their "developmental needs." For most, that means ultra-absorbent Pampers diapers, ensuring accidents never disrupt classroom learning. Only a handful, like Emma, are still permitted pull-ups, though even that comes with restrictions.

"I told them I don’t need them. I told them I can hold it during class. But guess what?" She clenches her fists. "I couldn’t."

She shakes her head, looking away. "And when you have an accident, they make a big deal about it. They take you to the ‘quiet corner,’ change you, tell you it’s okay, and give you a sticker for ‘trying your best.’ It’s humiliating. But the worst part?" She swallows hard. "The more accidents you have, the more they ‘adjust’ your routine."

At first, Emma was only required to wear pull-ups during class. Now, she’s in them full-time. She doesn’t know what the next "adjustment" will be.

"What happens if they decide I don’t need pull-ups anymore?" she whispers. "What happens if they decide I need…more?"

A Mother’s Concern: “I Don’t Know How Much Longer She’ll Last”

Emma’s mother, Debbie Hall, initially believed the program was an opportunity for her daughter to learn patience and adapt to new challenges. Now, she isn’t so sure.

"She’s been fighting this since day one," Debbie admits, rubbing her temples. "But every time she resists, the school just… doubles down."

At first, Emma refused to use her Pampers-issued pull-ups, insisting she would simply wait until she got home. It didn’t last.

"She told me she’d hold it," Debbie sighs, shaking her head. "She didn’t."

When the school called, Debbie was asked to bring a fresh pull-up and a change of clothes—a moment she describes as one of the most surreal experiences of her life.

"I stood outside the classroom, holding a pack of training pants meant for toddlers, about to hand them to my eighteen-year-old daughter." She exhales sharply. "I don’t know how much longer she’ll last before she stops fighting it."

And that, she fears, is exactly what Pampers wants.

Success Stories: “Happier, Healthier Students”

Despite cases like Emma’s, school officials and many parents insist the program is working. According to Superintendent Laura Whitmore, dropout rates have plummeted, student anxiety is at an all-time low, and behavioral issues are almost nonexistent.

"When we take away the pressures of growing up too fast, we allow students to flourish in a safe, nurturing space," Whitmore explains. "Pampers helps us create a structured learning environment where students can focus on emotional well-being and positive reinforcement.

Studies show that students in the program are better rested, less anxious, and more cooperative. Many enthusiastically embrace their new routine, growing attached to naptime, play-based learning, and the security of their Pampers uniforms.

"Some students come in fighting," Whitmore admits. "But as they settle into the routine, they come to appreciate the comfort and care we provide. And the best part? They never have to worry about making ‘big kid’ mistakes again."

The Future of Education?

With more schools adopting the Pampers model, traditional high school education may soon become a thing of the past. For students like Emma, who still long for independence, the future remains uncertain. But for many others, a world without adult pressures, expectations, or even bathroom breaks is a dream come true.

And as the Pampers program continues to expand, one thing is clear:

For the next generation, growing up may no longer be necessary.

(Sponsored in part by Pampers Corporation. Because learning should be comfortable.)

[azureoctahedron]

Cooper had to get one of his queer colleagues to explain this entire situation to him with closely-connected dots. And even then he had to go back to BT and ask--wait, not him. Her. Ask her what was going on.

"So how the hell did Lastimosa assume you were a guy this entire time? The voice kit didn't have a female option, and he didn't bother to ask?"

"Exactly, Pilot. I did try to put feelers out, but it was one area in which he was rather...un-receptive. The gender-identity of most Titans is generated by a carefully monitored randomizer to produce a population-equivalent variety of identities to better relate to the diverse Pilots in the Militia's ranks. Some are female. Some are male. Some are bigender. Some are non-gender or you would say, nonbinary."

"But they don't account for someone who uh, is trans?"

"Yes. Due to the obvious fact that for a transgender individual identifies differently to the outwardly-applied identity. In this case, there's no way to account for which Titans may see themselves or make themselves differently over time."

The gigantic Titan shrugged with both arms and shoulders, indicating the enormity of that situation.

Cooper nodded. "So they basically didn't bother to acknowledge it or...what?"

"A little of both, Pilot. They acknowledge it can happen, but they did not supply a suitable transition tool for those of us who need it. In which case I am female but sound in a manner most people would consider to be male. I rather like this voice. I would prefer not to change it, or if only to shift its register slightly."

The Pilot tilted his head with a slight squint. "I like your voice too, BT. Okay so uh...what do you need that would help with this, then?"

"You seem surprisingly calm about this."

"Well, one of my friends in the Riflemen transitioned to male right before the War broke out. He's a bit of an old salt now, but he told me about this. I asked him about all this. I didn't wanna come off as ignorant to my best friend. The planet I grew up on wasn't real big about public education on this kinda stuff. Left it up to families and friends."

"I see. I didn't realize you were already aware of such things. Most people I've encountered are only passingly knowledgeable. Thank you, Pilot. I feel...relieved."

"Glad to help, BT."

Cooper shrugged. This was one of the areas in which the Militia had come out ahead of the enemy. The IMC preferred conformity and strictly enforced the concept of a simple gender binary, just like anybody with fascist behavior had a tendency to do through all of Human history.

Resistance comes in many forms. One of the ways the Militia increased their recruitment - aside from reasonable healthcare and education costs was the freedom to declare whatever gender or sexual identity you had.

But in the case of treatment towards its sapient war machines, the Titans, it was obviously lacking. Cooper suspected it was just one of those blind spots some education and experience would remedy over time.

"As for things I would like to better acknowledge my identity..." BT paused a beat. "Perhaps a new hull marking? I recall we were discussing some custom detailing earlier."

"Pink, white, and blue? That's still their flag colors. Old history, straight from Earth." Cooper smiled up to BT's glowing blue-green optic.

"That's a good start, Pilot. But there's something else I would like to try."

"Hit me with it."

--

"Why the fuck is your Titan wearing a froofy pink skirt and a flower crown, Coop?"

Cooper shrugged. "She's trying things out. She wants to look at punk goth stuff next."

"You do realize the IMC're gonna make a real walking target out of BT now, right?"

"Let 'em try. We got 'em on Typhon." He shrugged again, his grin shifting from fondness for his partner to an ominous display of teeth like a predator showing their fangs.

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see mechs are just cute girls guys, that’s all :3

[elryuse]

A yandere smut with Winter, Minji and Danielle? The m reader gets constantly tortured and used by the girls heheh THANK UUUU I HOPE U CONSIDER, I LOVE UR STUFF!!😩😩♥️

Total Control

Idols : Winter, Minji & Danielle

Tags : Yandere, Dominant Winter, Minji & Danielle, Obsession, Torturing, Kissing, Marking, Dirty Talking, Pussy Eating, Ass Eating

Words : 3,812 Words

Hoped You Liked it My Friend

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The locker room door slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. Your heart pounded in your chest as Minjeong pinned you against the cold metal, her breath hot against your neck. Her lips curled into a wicked smirk, and her eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.

“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?” she purred, her voice low and teasing.

You tried to stammer a response, but her fingers dug into your shoulders, silencing you. She’s so close, you thought, your mind racing. Too close.

Minjeong leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “I know your secret,” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “And now… you’re mine.”

Before you could react, she sunk her teeth into your neck, a playful nibble that sent a shiver down your spine. You gasped, your body instinctively arching towards her. What is she doing? Your mind screamed, but your body… your body was already betraying you.

Her tongue traced the spot where she had bitten you, soothing the sting before her lips found yours. The kiss was fierce, demanding, and you found yourself unable to resist. Her hands roamed your body, exploring every inch as if she owned you. And maybe, in that moment, she did.

You tried to pull away, to remind yourself that this was wrong, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, and all you could focus on was the heat of her body pressed against yours.

Minjeong’s hands moved lower, her fingers deftly undoing your pants. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but also… aroused. Your cock throbbed with anticipation, and she didn’t miss it.

Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of you, and a sly smile spread across her lips. “Oh, you’re perfect,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe.

Before you could respond, she dropped to her knees, her lips wrapping around your length. You groaned, your hands gripping the locker for support. This can’t be real, you thought, but the sensation was undeniable.

Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing you before she took more of you into her mouth. The warmth, the wetness… it was too much. You felt yourself losing control, your hips bucking slightly as she worked you with expert precision.

“Minjeong…” you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper.

She pulled away, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, we’re just getting started,” she said, her voice filled with promise.

With that, she took you back into her mouth, her hands gripping your hips to keep you steady. You felt the tension building, your body trembling with the need to release. And when you finally did, she didn’t stop. She kept going, milking every last drop from you until you were completely spent.

As you caught your breath, Minjeong stood up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “You’re coming with me,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Before you could protest, she grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the locker room. Your mind was still reeling from what had just happened, and you had no idea where she was taking you. But deep down, you knew there was no turning back.

Minjeong led you to a nearby classroom, where Minji and Danielle were waiting. They looked up as you entered, their eyes lighting up with a predatory gleam.

“So, this is the one?” Minji asked, her voice smooth and confident.

Minjeong nodded, her smirk returning. “Oh, he’s perfect,” she replied, her eyes locking with yours. “And he’s all ours."

You felt a chill run down your spine as the three of them closed in on you. What are they planning? Your heart raced as they began to undress, their movements slow and deliberate.

Minji was the first to approach, her hands sliding up your chest as she pressed her body against yours. “You’re going to be a very good boy for us, aren’t you?” she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.

You nodded, unable to form words as her lips found yours. Her kiss was softer than Minjeong’s, but no less demanding. She broke away, leaving you breathless as Danielle took her place.

Danielle’s hands were everywhere, exploring your body with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. She pushed you down onto a nearby desk, her eyes never leaving yours. “You’re going to make us so happy,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

You felt her hands between your legs, stroking you until you were hard again. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but moan as she mounted you, sinking down onto your cock.

Her hips moved in slow, deliberate circles, drawing out every bit of pleasure from you. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge, but just as you were about to cum, she pulled away, leaving you desperate for release.

Minji took her place, her body sliding against yours as she took you inside her. She moved faster, her hands gripping your shoulders as she rode you. The pleasure was intense, and you felt yourself losing control.

“Oh, god…” you moaned, your body trembling with the need to release.

Minji laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Not yet,” she teased, her hips slowing down as she leaned in to kiss you.

You felt like you were on the edge of insanity, your body begging for release as they took turns using you. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the smell of sex, and you knew there was no escape.

Finally, Minjeong took her turn, her body moving against yours with a fierce intensity. You felt the tension building, your body trembling as you approached the edge. And when you finally came, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

The three of them didn’t stop, their bodies moving against yours as they continued to take what they wanted. You felt completely at their mercy, your mind a haze of pleasure and desire.

As the room grew darker and the tension more intense, you knew this was only the beginning. They had marked you as theirs, and there was no going back.

“We’re not done with you yet,” Minjeong whispered, her voice filled with a dangerous promise. “Not even close.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as they led you out of the classroom, your mind still reeling from what had just happened. But you knew, deep down, that this was just the start of something much more intense.

The three of them led you to their apartment, their hands never leaving your body. The moment the door closed behind you, you felt the atmosphere shift.

“Strip,” Minji commanded, her voice leaving no room for disobedience.

You hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes made it clear that you didn’t have a choice. Slowly, you removed your clothes, feeling completely exposed under their gaze.

Danielle approached you, her fingers tracing the marks they had left on your skin. “You belong to us now,” she said, her voice filled with a possessive satisfaction.

Minjeong stepped forward, her hand gripping your chin as she forced you to look at her. “And we’re going to make sure you never forget that.”

You felt a mix of fear and arousal as they began to take control, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of your body. The pleasure was intense, but there was also a sense of danger that kept you on edge.

As they pushed you to your limits, you knew there was no escape. They had claimed you, and they were going to make sure you never forgot it.

“You’re ours,” Minjeong whispered, her voice filled with a dangerous promise. “And we’re never letting you go.”

Their hands and mouths continued to explore your body, the pleasure and pain blending together in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. You knew this was only the beginning, and you couldn’t help but wonder what else they had in store for you.

As the night wore on, the tension in the room grew more and more intense. You could feel their obsession deepening, their need for you becoming more and more apparent.

“You’re going to be so good for us,” Minji whispered, her voice filled with a dangerous excitement. “Aren’t you?”

You nodded, your mind a haze of pleasure and desire. You knew there was no escape, and deep down, you didn’t want to.

As they continued to take what they wanted, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper into their world. The lines between pleasure and pain blurred, and you knew there was no going back.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the smell of sex, and you felt completely at their mercy. You knew this was only the beginning, and you couldn’t help but wonder what else they had in store for you.

“You’re ours,” Minjeong whispered, her voice filled with a dangerous promise. “And we’re never letting you go.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as their hands and mouths continued to explore your body, the pleasure and pain blending together in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. You knew this was only the beginning, and you couldn’t help but wonder what else they had in store for you.

As the night wore on, the tension in the room grew more and more intense. You could feel their obsession deepening, their need for you becoming more and more apparent.

“You’re going to be so good for us,” Minji whispered, her voice filled with a dangerous excitement. “Aren’t you?”

You nodded, your mind a haze of pleasure and desire. You knew there was no escape, and deep down, you didn’t want to.

As they continued to take what they wanted, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper into their world. The lines between pleasure and pain blurred, and you knew there was no going back.

The morning light filtered through the blinds of the apartment, casting soft streaks across the room. You stirred slightly, your body still aching from the night before, but before you could fully awaken, you felt the cool touch of rope against your wrists. Your eyes fluttered open to see Minjeong leaning over you, her smirk as wicked as ever, her fingers deftly tying the knots with practiced ease.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she purred, her voice low and teasing. “Did you think we were done with you?” The rope tightened around your wrists, securing them to the bedposts above your head. You tugged instinctively, but the knots held firm. Minjeong’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. ”You’re not going anywhere, lover.”

Minji appeared beside her, her presence commanding, her hands already trailing down your chest. ”Relax,” she murmured, her voice smooth but firm. ”We’re just getting started.” Her fingers brushed over your nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You gasped, your back arching involuntarily as she grinned, clearly pleased with your reaction. ”You’re so sensitive,” she teased, her nails lightly scratching down your abdomen. ”It’s adorable.”

Danielle crawled onto the bed from the foot, her movements sinuous and predatory. Her eyes locked onto yours, and there was no mistaking the hunger in her gaze. ”You’re ours,” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. ”All ours.” Her hands slid up your thighs, her touch electric, and you shuddered as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your inner thigh. ”And we’re going to take our time with you.”

Minjeong’s lips found your neck, her teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you gasp. ”You’ve been such a good boy,” she murmured, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. ”But I think it’s time we really made you ours.” Her tongue traced a path along your collarbone, her hands roaming freely over your chest. ”You belong to us now. Do you understand?”

You nodded, unable to form words as Minji’s hands continued their exploration, her touch firm and demanding. Her fingers dipped lower, teasing at the edge of your boxers. ”Such a good boy,” she cooed, her voice low and sultry. ”You’re going to let us do anything we want, aren’t you?” Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric, brushing against your length, and you moaned, your hips bucking instinctively. Minji’s grin widened, her grip tightening slightly. ”That’s it,” she murmured. ”Let us take control.”

Danielle’s lips joined the assault, her mouth trailing kisses up your thigh, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. She paused just short of your boxers, her breath hot against your skin. ”You’re so perfect,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe and desire. ”I can’t wait to taste you.” Her hands gripped your hips, her nails digging in slightly as she pulled you closer, her lips hovering just above your length. ”Tell me you want this,” she demanded, her eyes locking onto yours. ”Tell me you’re ours.”

You whimpered, the words escaping your lips before you could even think. ”I… I’m yours.” Danielle’s grin was triumphant, her tongue darting out to tease the tip of your length before she took you into her mouth. You cried out, your back arching as her lips wrapped around you, her tongue swirling expertly. Your hands clenched into fists, the ropes digging into your wrists as she began to move, her mouth hot and wet and perfect.

Minjeong’s lips returned to your neck, her teeth nipping at your skin as her hands roamed freely over your chest. ”You’re doing so well,” she whispered, her voice filled with praise and a hint of danger. ”Just let go. Let us take care of you.” Her fingers pinched your nipples, the sharp sensation mixing with the pleasure coursing through your body. You moaned, your head falling back against the pillows as Danielle’s mouth worked its magic, her pace increasing as her hands gripped your hips tightly.

Minji wasn’t content to sit back and watch. Her hands slid down your sides, her nails leaving faint trails that made you shiver. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. ”You’re ours,” she whispered, her voice low and possessive. ”And we’re going to make sure you never forget it.” Her hand slipped beneath you, her fingers teasing at your entrance, and you gasped, your body tensing in surprise. ”Relax,” she murmured, her lips pressing against your neck. ”We’re going to take such good care of you.”

The sensations were overwhelming, your body caught between pleasure and the faint edge of pain as they worked you over. Danielle’s mouth continued its relentless assault, her lips and tongue driving you closer and closer to the edge. Minjeong’s teeth grazed your shoulder, her hands roaming freely over your chest, while Minji’s fingers teased and explored, her touch both firm and deliberate.

Danielle pulled back suddenly, a wicked grin on her lips as she looked up at you. ”Not yet,” she said, her voice filled with playful menace. ”We’re not done with you.” Her hands gripped your thighs, her nails digging in slightly as she leaned in, her tongue trailing a path up your length. ”We’re going to make you cum so hard,” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. ”But not yet. Not until we say so.”

Minji’s fingers pressed harder, her touch insistent as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your neck. ”You’re so perfect,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe and desire. ”We’re going to take such good care of you.” Her fingers began to move, slowly at first, driving you to the edge as Danielle’s mouth returned to your length, her pace increasing once more.

You were lost in the sensations, your body trembling as they brought you to the edge again and again, only to deny you release. Their hands and mouths explored every inch of your body, their touches both tender and demanding, their voices filled with promises of more to come.

Minjeong’s lips brushed against your ear, her voice a low whisper.

Minjeong’s nails dug into your shoulders as she climbed onto your lap, her eyes locking with yours. Her smirk was wicked, her lips curling in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re going to love this,” she whispered, her voice a low purr that made your heart race. She shifted, her hips grinding against yours as she positioned herself. You could feel her heat, her wetness pressing against your length, and you shuddered, a mix of anticipation and helplessness coursing through you.

She lowered herself slowly, her breath hitching as she took you in inch by inch. Her hands gripped your shoulders tighter, her nails leaving marks as she moaned softly. “So good,” she murmured, her voice trembling with pleasure. She began to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate motions that made your head spin. Her pace was torturous, each movement drawing a whimper from your lips.

Minji’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure. “My turn,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She pushed Minjeong aside, her hands gripping your hips as she positioned herself above you. Her movements were faster, more demanding, as she sank down onto you with a sharp gasp. Her hands pressed into your chest, her nails leaving crescent marks as she began to ride you with a fierce intensity. Her breaths were short, her eyes dark with desire as she looked down at you. “You’re ours,” she whispered, her voice filled with possession.

Danielle was next, her eagerness evident as she practically shoved Minji out of the way. She straddled you, her hands immediately gripping your wrists as she lowered herself onto you. Her movements were wild, unrelenting, as she took what she wanted from you. Her moans filled the room, her nails digging into your skin as she rode you with abandon. “You’re mine,” she panted, her voice filled with a desperate need.

The three of them took turns, their bodies moving against yours in a rhythm that left you breathless. Each time one of them climbed onto you, it was as if they were claiming you all over again, their touches and words filled with a possessiveness that made your heart race. You were completely at their mercy, your body responding to their every command.

Then, Minji shifted, her movements slowing as she leaned forward, her hands gripping the headboard for support. She positioned her pussy in front of your face, her voice low and commanding. “Eat,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. You hesitated for just a moment before giving in, your tongue darting out to taste her. Her moan was immediate, her hips grinding against your face as you licked and teased her. She was wet, her taste intoxicating as you focused on pleasuring her. “Yes,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. Her hands gripped your hair, pulling you closer as she pressed herself harder against your face. “Don’t stop,” she demanded, her voice filled with a desperate need.

Minjeong was next, her movements quick and deliberate as she shoved Minji aside. She positioned herself above your face, her pussy pressing against your mouth. She didn’t need to say a word; you knew what she wanted. You began to lick her, your tongue teasing her clit as she moaned softly. Her hands gripped the headboard, her hips moving against your face as she took her pleasure from you. “Just like that,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and control. You could feel her walls clenching around your tongue as she got closer to the edge, her moans growing louder.

Danielle didn’t wait for an invitation. She shoved Minjeong aside, her hands gripping your face as she positioned her pussy in front of your mouth. She was eager, her movements quick and demanding as she pressed herself against you. “Now,” she ordered, her voice filled with a desperate need. You complied, your tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet, her wetness coating your lips as you licked and teased her. Her moans were loud, her hips grinding against your face as she took what she wanted from you. “More,” she panted, her voice trembling with pleasure.

The three of them continued to take turns, their moans filling the room as they rode you, their bodies moving against yours in a rhythm that left you breathless. Each time one of them climbed onto you, it was as if they were claiming you all over again, their touches and words filled with a possessiveness that made your heart race. You were completely at their mercy, your body responding to their every command.

Then, Minji was back, her hips grinding against yours as she took you in inch by inch. Her moans were soft, her movements slow and deliberate as she began to ride you. She leaned forward, her hands gripping your chest as she looked down at you. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice filled with possession. Her pace quickened, her walls clenching around you as she got closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into your skin as she finally came, her body trembling as she rode out her orgasm.

Minjeong was next, her movements quick and demanding as she sank down onto you. Her eyes locked with yours, her smirk wicked as she began to ride you. Her pace was fast, her hips grinding against yours as she took what she wanted from you. “You’re mine,” she panted, her voice filled with a desperate need. Her walls clenched around you as she came, her body trembling as she rode out her orgasm.

Danielle didn’t wait for an invitation. She shoved Minjeong aside, her movements wild and unrelenting as she sank down onto you. Her moans filled the room, her nails digging into your skin as she rode you with abandon. “You’re mine,” she panted, her voice filled with a desperate need. Her walls clenched around you as she came, her body trembling as she rode out her orgasm.

The room was filled with their moans, their bodies trembling as they rode you, their walls clenching around you again and again. Their nails dug into your skin, their breaths short and shallow as they came. Their eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that made your heart race. They didn’t just want you—they needed you.

“You’re ours,” Minji whispered, her voice trembling with desire as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Forever,” Minjeong added, her voice low and filled with possession as she kissed your neck.

“And always,” Danielle murmured, her voice filled with a desperate need as she pressed herself against you.

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Birdcage

Sylus x gn!Reader

Sequel to My Pretty Bird

Fucking love Mephisto!Reader so much I love being a silly little bird in the arms of a big ol man

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, kidnapping, swearing, smoking, rescue

Word Count: 1,234

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You squawk and screech and make all sorts of sounds. Your wings beat relentlessly against steel bars, padlocked firmly shut. A man hits the cage with the butt of his gun. It swings back and forth, knocking you off balance.

"And why can we just shoot this damn thing?" the man asks. He glares at you. You stare right back, cawing indignantly in his face. He hits the cage again. "It's so fucking annoying!"

Another man in the room laughs. Smoke sifts through his teeth, drifting lazily through the air. "Don't tell me you're gonna let a bird get under your skin."

The first man covers your cage with a heavy cloth. It doesn't do much to quiet you and you beat more defiantly against the bars, but at least he doesn't have to look at you.

"Crows are smart birds, you know. You give them an inch, they'll take a mile," the smoker says. "It probably likes annoying you cuz you're making such a fuss."

"It doesn't annoy you?"

"Hmph. I have three sisters - I'm used to it."

The dark doesn't mean much when you have night vision, but night vision doesn't mean much when there's nothing to look at. Everywhere you turn: bars and nothing beyond. And there's nothing you can do on your own to get out of it. Code-based locks are easy enough to break, but a key-lock? You're shit out of luck. Still, you peck at it restlessly, without thought of if it would work or not.

You sent out the beacon a while ago. Sylus still isn't here. Unsurprising, given he was all the way in Linkon and you're halfway across the N109 Zone in some other fool's territory (intel-hunting, as it were). From what you gather, they have no idea who you belong to. The idea that the leader of Onychinus could come here is an utter impossibility in their minds. You just hope he'll be here soon.

You hear the click of a door opening and heavy boots entering the room. "I didn't even need to ask for directions," a new voice jokes, "I could hear it all the way in my lab."

Lab?

"Thank fuck you're here, doc. It's giving me a headache. Can't you shut it up?"

"Without damaging it," the smoker reminds them. "The boss wants to know how it's built."

The new person laughs. You try clawing through the bars at the cloth, with no luck. That voice, that laugh - it unsettles you.

"If what you described is true, I'd hate to damage it." The heavy boots walk closer. "Can I...?"

The first man hmphs. "Go ahead, doc, I won't stop ya."

The cloth is removed without ceremony. A face stares at you through the bars. A gaunt woman with an unsettlingly wide smile, eyes obscured by thick goggles. She gasps in pleasant surprise as she sees you.

You scream in her face, flap futilely in your little cage to try getting away. It's the only thought you have - you have to get away.

She chuckles lowly. "You're still as spirited as ever, I see."

The jagged, jolting sound of electricity registers milliseconds before it touches the cage. It travels through the path of least resistance: from the taser she holds, through the steel bars of the cage, and into you. The best way to describe the sensation is like waking up from anesthesia, except the "waking up" comes from your synthetic heart and mind being temporarily stopped. Your wings feel numb and uncoordinated. You can't stand, falling weakly to the cage floor. Your eyes see, but nothing processes.

She hums, satisfied. "Where did you say you found it?" she asks the men.

The smoker is the one to answer. The first man is too busy staring with gleaming eyes at your new silence. "It was slinking around the market. Don't know what for yet."

"Probably just looking for something shiny to bring back home." She pokes your body through the bars. You jolt away, tripping over your own feet in the process, feathers on end. "Isn't that right? Where do you consider home now, I wonder."

"Doctor?" the smoker interrupts. "Have you met it before?"

She giggles, louder as you manage to make a pitiful sort of sound. "I was there when they created it. I even helped out here and there. It's a remarkable piece of technology, but it's incredibly difficult - if not impossible - to reproduce."

"It's a machine, right? Can't you just wipe its memory, like a computer?" the first man asks.

"I'd hate to erase so much valuable data." She pushes the cage, stepping away as you go round and round. Your head spins. You squawk indignantly. "Where's your boss? I need to discuss price-"

The door clicks open again. She gawks up at the man who enters. His red eyes glare intensely into her.

It's a mess, after that. You manage to face the action, trying to record it to rewatch later, but actually keeping up with it in the moment is tricky.

From what you do pick up on, the two men opened fire on the intruder. Sylus's Evol was able to stop some of the bullets, too worn and weary to have any chance of catching them all. One hits his shoulder, distracting him just long enough from the doctor. There one moment, she seems to disappear the next. She's not gone - not at first. But Sylus is shoved aside in his moment of weakness and the door swings loose on its hinges, her heavy boots receding into the distance beneath the crossfire.

Two quick shots from a pistol end the fight.

He grunts, holding his shoulder as he looks down the hall. You don't know if he would have chased after her. That's a question that won't be answered perhaps for a lifetime, because your soft cawing draws him back to you.

Tucking his gun into its holster, he crosses the room to you. You stumble and trip trying to stand on your feet to meet him. Despite the situation, his lips curve into a slight grin, glad to see you again and with your same persistence.

The padlock clicks open. You nearly fall through the door and to the ground in your excitement, but he catches you, holding you securely against his chest. The blood on his hand stains your feathers. You start emitting a strange sort of purr, picking at his hand in an odd form of preening.

"What did she do to you, hm?" He idly scratches under your chin as he steps over an outstretched arm and into the hallway. He looks down the way, seeking any traces of the woman left behind without any luck. It aches deep within, reignites a fire that never truly went out, as he turns and heads for the back exit he came in through. "Sleep. I'll wake you when we're back home."

You nibble at a callous on his finger. He truly thinks you'll be a stubborn little thing and refuse, staying awake until he gets you home where he can get you fixed up. Fortunately, you relent. You tuck your beak into his hand, hiding away from the world. It's not long after that your feathers fluff slightly and you fall asleep in his arms.

He'll find that bastard one day. And he'll make her pay for everything she did to you.

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[revelboo]

twirling my hair over Kup in the breeding kink ask because I fancy all these old mechs thanks to your impeccable writing, he's just such a sad old man

He can still kick butt, though

Don’t You

Kup x Reader

• “Look alive, young-bots,” he growls around his cygar, as he vents on a growl and the newest recruits glance at him, then hastily back away from whatever poor bit of organic life they’ve cornered. That’s the problem with green bots. They’re awful on organic worlds, too overwhelmed with all of it and unable to resist poking at things. And striding over, he almost stumbles, because it’s not an animal they’re terrorizing. It’s a bruised and battered human, the little thing hefting a stick and terrified. “Leave ‘em be,” he snarls, shoving the nearest recruit out of his way and you’re backpedaling, eyes wide.

• Shaking, your fingers are white knuckled on the pitiful little branch you’d found. Swinging it so frantically around you as those giants had growled and prodded at you, laughing when you’d fallen more than once. And you’re scared out of your mind. Have no idea where you are or how you ended up here only that it was excruciating. Like being turned inside out. Trembling as the monster robots abruptly back away and the one striding forward isn’t as big as some of your tormentors, as he works a cigar-looking thing clenched between his denta and snarls at them. He’s obviously in charge, though. Backing away as he approaches, he makes a harsh sound that startles you and you fall over one of the thick, fleshy vines everywhere on the ground.

• Lunging as the creeper vine immediately snares you and you scream, Kup makes a grab for it and misses as you’re dragged along the ground. “Hang on, kid,” he growls, jogging after as you claw at the vine, the ground, panicking and trying to stop your slide. Your motions becoming more urgent when you look and see what the vine is attached to. Drawing his gun as you’re hauled up off the ground toward the glistening and deceptively pretty flower coiled around a nearby tree, knowing if it closes around you, that sap will glue itself to you and suffocate you before he can cut you loose. Aiming and ignoring the recruits jostling and making bets on how quickly you’ll die, he growls and fires. Wincing when you hit the mossy ground when the vine is severed.

• Breath knocked out of you, for a moment you can’t move. Fingers digging into the loam and moss, smelling dirt and the awful, rotten flesh stink of the plant. And the monster with the metal cigar is picking his way toward you, carefully avoiding the vines. Try to push yourself up right. To run. “You take off into an alien jungle running like prey, you’re not going to last a klik,” he says and you freeze. Because he’s not growling. You understand him. “Don’t know how you got here, but you better stick with me, kid.” And he crouches down, that cigar thing bobbing up and down as he chews on it. “Name’s Kup.”

• Intelligent eyes stare up at him as he holds out a servo. Half expects you to start crying or to bolt into the jungle anyway. But your tiny hand is warm when you reach out and let him carefully help you up. And you’re filthy, a dark splotch on one cheek that better not be from one of the recruits, your coverings torn. Tensing when you curl your arms around his servo, hanging on to him. Like your life depends on it and really it does. None of those young-bots have ever seen a human before. Have very little respect for organics. But how in the Pit did you get out here?

[purifiedclitoris69]

blushes nd giggles

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

The night had settled into a calm hum, the party now a quiet gathering with only the Avengers and a few close friends left lingering in the tower. Natasha, a good four and a half bottles in, was blissfully tipsy—relaxed in a way few ever saw her. She’d spent most of the night with Yelena, laughing over old stories and basking in the rare chance to truly appreciate one another. But more than that, Natasha found herself quietly appreciating you.

Nat and Yelena were still perched at the bar, sipping on martinis and cracking jokes that had you both giggling like mischievous kids. Across the room, Natasha had her eyes locked on you, though her expression betrayed just how soft her gaze had become. She hadn’t been able to stop watching you all night—you looked so perfect and even more perfect in your now perfectly disheveled party attire, your shirt untucked, tie loosened, and hair tousled in a way that felt criminally charming. Just so perfect she thought. You were sprawled across the love sack in the common room, looking too comfortable for your own good, beer bottle in hand, your entire posture radiating a relaxed, effortless confidence.

Natasha’s fingers absently toyed with her glass as she stared. For all her experience as a spy, the warmth of her cheeks was a dead giveaway to her sister.

“Hellooo,” Yelena waved a hand in front of Natasha’s face, amused. “Did you hear Stark, or have you gone deaf staring at y/l/n”

“Shut up,” Natasha muttered, swatting Yelena’s hand away, though her lips curled into a bashful smile. The redness in her cheeks deepened as she stood, her balance ever so slightly wobbly as she made her way across the room.

Your eyes caught her the moment she started moving, and a slow, boyish grin spread across your face. It wasn’t just her presence that made your expression light up; it was her—tipsy, loose, and smiling in a way that was so rare you felt almost protective of it.

“hello my love,” you greeted lowly, though the playful charm in your voice softened into something fond as you gazed up at her. “Can I help you?”

Natasha didn’t answer right away. She plopped herself into your lap without so much as a warning, but instead of her usual confidence, a quiet giggle escaped her lips as her arms slipped around your neck. The sound was soft, unguarded, and entirely uncharacteristic, which only made you chuckle under your breath.

“baby, this isn’t really discreet,” you teased, your voice low enough that only she could hear. You had only been seeing each other casually not really labeled but exclusive. She only giggled in response burying her face in your neck as she wrapped her arms around you, playing with your hair at the back of your neck “your drunk,” you let out a laugh.

“Shut up,” she mumbled, though her nose scrunched slightly as her giggles continued. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

You raised an eyebrow, unable to resist the grin tugging at your lips. “You’re in my lap, Natasha Romanoff, and you’re giggling. I think the moment’s already ruined.”

She swatted your chest lightly, her face flushing as she buried it against your shoulder. “I hate you,” she muttered, though the content sigh that followed told you otherwise.

Across the room, the rest of the team looked on in various states of shock. Tony had frozen mid-sentence, his glass of whiskey halfway to his mouth as he stared.

“Wait a second,” Sam finally broke the silence, his brow furrowed in disbelief. “That’s happening? Since when?”

Bucky let out a low whistle, shaking his head in amazement. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or terrified.”

“They’re…blushing,” Steve said, his tone as bewildered as it was amused.

“my sister doesn’t blush,” Yelena deadpanned, though her smirk suggested otherwise.

As if to prove them all wrong, Natasha lifted her head from your shoulder just long enough to look at you, her green eyes glassy with affection and her cheeks still flushed pink. “You’re too pretty,” she murmured, her voice soft enough that it was meant only for you, though the proximity meant Yelena caught every word and promptly burst into laughter, preparing to never let nat live this down.

You chuckled again, “And you’re terrible at keeping a secret.”

Natasha’s cheeks burned even redder as she ducked her head again, her laughter muffled against your neck. For two people with such intimidating reputations—her as the legendary Black Widow and you as the former Hydra super soldier turned sharp-tongued Avenger—your mutual giggling and whispered words felt entirely out of character. But maybe that’s why it worked.

The team couldn’t stop staring. It wasn’t just the shock of seeing Natasha so vulnerable, or you so utterly captivated by her. It was the way you both looked at each other—like the rest of the room didn’t exist.

“Okay, I’m calling it,” Tony announced, raising his glass in mock defeat. “This is officially the strangest thing I’ve seen all year.”

“And the most wholesome,” Steve added, though his smile betrayed that he wasn’t as surprised as the others.

“Don’t get used to it,” Natasha called over her shoulder, though the warmth in her tone was impossible to ignore. She turned her attention back to you, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “They’re staring.”

“Let them,” you replied simply, your hands resting on her waist. “You’re mine, anyway.”

The flush that bloomed across Natasha’s face in response was enough to leave the entire room in stunned silence.