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anarchywoofwoof · 3 months

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the funny thing is that i don't think younger people - and i mean those under the age of 40 - really have a grasp on how many of today's issues can be tied back to a disastrous reagan policy:

war on drugs: reagan's aggressive escalation of the war on drugs was a catastrophic policy, primarily targeting minority communities and fueling mass incarceration. the crusade against drugs was more about controlling the Black, Latino and Native communities than addressing the actual problems of drug abuse, leading to a legacy of broken families and systemic racism within the criminal justice system.

deregulation and economic policies: reaganomics was an absolute disaster for the working class. reagan's policies of aggressive tax cuts for the rich, deregulation, and slashing social programs were nothing less than class warfare, deepening income inequality and entrenching corporate greed. these types of policies were a clear message that reagan's america was only for the wealthy elite and a loud "fuck you" to working americans.

environmental policies: despite his reputation being whitewashed thanks to the recovery of the ozone layer, reagan's environmental record was an unmitigated disaster. his administration gutted critical environmental protections and institutions like the EPA, turning a blind eye to pollution and corporate exploitation of natural resources. this blatant disregard for the planet was a clear sign of prioritizing short-term corporate profits over the future of the environment.

AIDS crisis: reagan's gross neglect of the aids crisis was nothing short of criminal and this doesn't even begin to touch on his wife's involvement. his administration's indifference to the plight of the lgbtq+ community during this devastating epidemic revealed a deep-seated bigotry and a complete failure of moral leadership.

mental health: reagan's dismantling of mental health institutions under the guise of 'reform' led directly to a surge in homelessness and a lack of support for those with mental health issues. his policies were cruel and inhumane and showed a personality-defining callous disregard for the most vulnerable in society.

labor and unions: reagan's attack on labor unions, exemplified by his handling of the patco strike, was a blatant assault on workers' rights. his actions emboldened corporations to suppress union activities, leading to a significant erosion of workers' power and rights in the workplace. he was colloquially known as "Ronnie the Union Buster Reagan"

foreign policy and military interventions: reagan's foreign policy, particularly in latin america, was imperialist and ruthless. his administration's support for dictatorships and right-wing death squads under the guise of fighting "communism" showed a complete disregard for human rights and self-determination of other nations.

public health: yes, reagan's agricultural policies actually facilitated the rise of high fructose corn syrup, once again prioritizing corporate profits over public health. this shift in the food industry has had lasting negative impacts on health, contributing to the obesity epidemic and other health issues.

privatization: reagan's push for privatization was a systematic dismantling of public services, transferring wealth and power to private corporations and further eroding the public's access to essential services.

education policies: his approach to education was more of an attack on public education than anything else, gutting funding and promoting policies that undermined equal access to quality education. this was, again, part of a broader agenda to maintain a status quo where the privileged remain in power.

this is just what i could come up with in a relatively short time and i did not even live under this man's presidency. the level at which ronald reagan has broken the united states truly can't be overstated.

#twitter #fuck ronald reagan #fuck conservatives

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muldoonlives · 7 months

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"You're not a virgin, are you?"

Robby Kiger had great comedic timing for a kid. Job's narration in "Children of the Corn" was unnecessary, but his character was the only person who seemed to have sense.

Job: Is it dead?

Burt: I think so.

Job: Then why are we still running?

Horace uttered the iconic line, "Wolfman's got nards!", but Patrick was the funniest member of The Monster Squad. I guess not scoring any monster kills kept his character from making a big impression. That's a shame.

#robby kiger #the monster squad #children of the corn #80s films

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visenyaism · 3 months

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feastdance dashboard simulator

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it’s so sick that people keep criticizing queen cersei as if she’s not the first female ruler of westeros??? literally elevating bastards and women to her small council is super fucking progressive as is creating the precedent of dismissing unfit kingsguard??

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aren’t all of her children literally bastards born of incest

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oh so now you’re going to listen to stannis baratheon, known misogynist, kinslayer, fornicator, team green supporter, and homophobe, huh.

🦑pykedyke

okay guys i know there’s no “perfect candidate” but you have to vote in the kingsmoot anyways not voting is how someone like e****n g*****y wins and literally anyone is better than him. suck it up and row to the polls

🦈reaveherihardlyknowher

ohhhh not this “vote your crew no matter who” “blue lips man bad” bullshit again. fuck off idgaf which godless man sits the seastone chair i’m not voting for asha shes literally a neoliberal

🦷 lastoftheegiants

first i had to give up my rights and then i had to give up my gods just to not get killed by fucking wights but i literally cannot believe the nights watch made me give up my strap as part of the treasure ransom. shit was expensive it was IVORY. i hate southerners so much i hope the lord commander dies

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DO NOT COME TO THE RIVERLANDS

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why

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there’s riverlands here

🧜‍♂️theythemderly

freys

🌾maidencool

my cousin got eaten by rats in harrenhal

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dumb cunts wearing raven feather cloaks strutting around who think they’re better than you but they’re not better than you

🌟sevenstar

i saw a guy get killed and then just stand back up and start fighting again because his friend kissed him on the mouth down here once

🦌whitehart

giant feral pack of 60 wolves running around

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ok understandable have a nice day

🫧bastardwaters

i hate the fucking sparrows can we be normal for five minutes or can we just not have shit in the crownlands

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ITS LORD COMMANDOVER #RIPBOZO

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CORN! DEATH! CORN!

(CAW! I follow members of the Night's Watch to remind them of their oaths!)

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????

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Loras Tyrell x Queen of Love and Beauty!Reader Imagines

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girl this is notttttt the time he literally just fucking died at dragonstone?

💎oathkeeper

should’ve stanned jaime #LORASFELLOFF

💐flowerknight

one kill yourself jaime lannister is an honorless kingslaying turncloak two i heard loras tyrell was literally fine?

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lord davos seaworth, the class traitor from the stannis baratheon administration, is a nasty little thottie and just died from making it clap in white harbor

🌅girlheir

this tower fucking sucks.

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i’m just like rhaenyra targaryen for real

🌅girlheir

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people meat tastes good asf when you don’t have a wench in your ear saying it violates guest right

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🍒ladylance

need that targ girl in mereen to get those lizards over here and liberate this website by any means necessary cause what the fuck is going on

#asoiaf #affc #adwd #its been so long since i did one of these. missed it #valyrianscrolls

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sirensonged · 1 year

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tag drop / ooc

▸ P I N N E D || start here. ▸ O O C || Noah Sebastian Defense Squad. ▸ S E L F - P R O M O || *sticks my leggy in the air*. ▸ P R O M O || i would sell you for a single corn chip but out of love. ▸ D A S H G A M E S || is this crack or nah? ▸ S T A R T E R C A L L || you know the drill. ▸ P L O T T I N G C A L L || you know the drill. ▸ S H I P P I N G C A L L || you know the drill. ▸ P S A || hey hey hey pay attention.

#▸ P I N N E D || start here.#▸ O O C || Noah Sebastian Defense Squad.#▸ S E L F - P R O M O || *sticks my leggy in the air*.#▸ P R O M O || i would sell you for a single corn chip but out of love.#▸ D A S H G A M E S || is this crack or nah?#▸ S T A R T E R C A L L || you know the drill.#▸ P L O T T I N G C A L L || you know the drill.#▸ S H I P P I N G C A L L || you know the drill.#▸ P S A || hey hey hey pay attention.

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tenaflyviper · 11 months

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Teddy Bear the unicorn being an irresistibly cute little ally for Pride Month.

#unicorn #plushies #Pride Month #LGBT Pride Month #Corn Squad #photo safari

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gierosajie · 2 years

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Been thinking about my OC's and I feel like Gani and Renalie would definitely get trapped in a storage room for an hour, start off bickering because Mercy isn't there to be the balancing force of their chaos, go a bit insane, set aside their differences and come out as better people, the whole arc

And then someone proceeds to open the door, revealing that they've been trying to open it wrong and weren't actually locked in to begin with

#gie's oc's #oc squad: bansaimaika #bleep bloop #You'd think Mercy and Gani would be at each other's throats because they were rivals for the school cryptid status #but no they're on the same wavelength most of the time and just try to one up each other because it would be funny #Gani and Renalie however would send each other to the shadow realm for a corn chip #Mercy and Gani: recognition of the self in the other (affectionate)#Gani and Renalie: recognition of the self in the other (derogatory)

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rottingpirate · 1 year

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Hey, may I request some headcanons for tf 141 and los vaqueros where reader is M. I. A (missing in action) and then came back?

Sorry if this is bad and thank you!

Nah, It's great :) Also I hope you don't mind if I do it in two parts

Ghost

One month.

To Ghost time felt like a fever dream. It felt like forever since he lost sight of you during the mission. It felt like forever since you two exchnaged glances and checked up on each other.

He felt stupid for thinking you were okay when you didn't answer your walkie-talkie.

They found your rifle, but no body, which gave him some hope.

You were a strong fighter and you’ve survived worse than just some kidnapping.

At least he hoped it was just some kidnapping.

He gathered a team for a rescue mission but nothing turned up, it was like you just vanished into thin air.

Time went by and still no contact.

M.I.A. does not mean dead, of course, but it's often as good as.

He went back to work, as much as he didn’t want to, accepting that you were dead somewhere.

You were doing horrible on your end.

You were separated from your squad and knocked unconsious.

You woke up in some basement, tied to a chair with people surrounding you.

They people that kidnapped you wanted information, but you didn't break no matter how long they tortured and interrogated you for.

They moved you from one building to another as to not be caught and during the third time when you were being lead by one of the guys who was not exactly paying attention to you and talking with his friend over the comms. You took that as an opportunity and got out of his grasp, killing him in the process.

That didn't end well as you were knocked out in the end by another guy who snuck up on you.

When Simon was told one month later that they might've found where you were he flipped.

You were found and brought back to the base.

Some of your ribs were broken along with your nose, you had bruises all over and they noticed that two of your teeth have been pulled out.

You could withstand any pain but knowing that your team missed you. That Simon missed you is what hurt you the most.

Simon has never run to treatment facility as fast as he did that day, all he knew was that one moment he just stood over your sleeping body.

He was too scared to hold your hand, so he just sat there watching you til you woke up.

After that he was scared to let you stay alone during missions.

Soap

There was no reason to be worried Soap told himself over and over

You didn't answer your comms, yes, you disppeared during a mission, yes, and no one had heard of you in the last few days, also yes. But that in and of itself didn’t mean anything.

Still, he couldn’t help but worry.

It wouldn’t be the first time soldiers vanished without a trace, especially among those who were fighting, and he suspected some might never be found, not even after the end of the mission.

It's been two weeks and you were considered M.I.A.

It didn't make it better that it was Christmas eve and you were fucking M.I.A.

You were supposed to be with him, curled up in a blanket, watching sappy movies and throwing pop corn at each other.

Instead he was alone, sitting in one of your hoodies and hugging your pillow that still smelled of your shower gel.

He cried not being able to handle this shit and soon enough, he fell asleep defeated.

Meanwhile what he didn't know, was a silhouette that hissed while getting out of a car.

You were kidnapped, god nows how you got out. On your own at that.

As you got out, taking down the people that kidnapped you with a rifle and some knives, you passed out due to blood loss.

You were found by some civillian couple who had no idea who you were, but took you to the nearest hospital.

You spend a good week in there until you just couldn't take it anymore. You had to get out of there and tell your team that you were alive. Why didn't you just call them?

You didn't escape, but you kind of escaped before the doctors gave you the permission to leave because you were still very injured.

As you got out of the cab, you thanked the driver one more time and made your way towards the house.

It was dark, no lights or Christmas tree were seen through the windows and you felt guilty, clenching your jaw.

As you walked inside, took your boots off and dropped your bag you quietly made your way over to the kitchen, seeing as there was a light on.

There he was, your Johnny, asleep while hugging one of your pillows.

You took a chair next to him and played with his growing mohawk.

After a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes, brushing your hand away.

You softly greeted him, smiling at how his eyes suddenly wided as he straighteend his back.

His breathing increased rapidly and he wondered if he was still dreaming.

Before you knew it, you were lying on the cold floor with Johnny hardly hugging you.

You winced in pain as you were still very much injured, but you didn't care as long as he was in your arms.

He did apologize later so it's fine.

You spent the next few days celebrating holidays while huddled up together on the couch. He didn't let go of you no matter what.

#call of duty modern warfare ii #cod x gn reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #gn reader #male reader #cod x male reader

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zu8her · 7 months

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✧･ﾟIndulged Sharing — anybody up for a good gangbang

✧･ﾟtags — gangbang, threesome, cum eating, bisexual volleyball players, cum swapping, they are wearing suits, penetrative sex, consent, shawty taking on the whole squad, Tsukishima, Akaashi, Bokuto, Kuroo.

✧･ﾟnotes — It's been awhile. I would like to thank loadshedding for making me write again. enjoy reading this. i really think this is not good but i want to put it out.

✧･ﾟ— word count: 1.8K

Staring aimlessly around the boys' apartment, she hesitated to glance into the kitchen. The place was clean, she notes. At her feet she fixates on the outline of the table that was previously on the soft carpet before it was moved in the corner of the living room.

The wait was agonising. Had she just kept this filthy desire locked in the depths of mind she would not be here. Instead she’s here folding one leg over the other slightly adjusting her dress to prevent her leg from bouncing uncontrollably, slightly adjusting her dress. Looking up, Bokuto flashes a smile. Not his usual energetic one but one to calm her. The exchange was fleeting. She returns the smile before turning to gaze into the kitchen.

The rest of his flatmates have gathered there to conversate about her imaginative mind. She wishes to be hear what they are taking about but only hears mumbles. Her anxiety spikes when they catch her and give her a smile similar to Bokuto or a gaze she has never gotten from them before. She lowers her head, twirling a loose thread around her finger.

She lifts her head for a moment as Kuroo walks over and settles next to her. "Hey." She sits awkwardly while he sinks into the couch cushions. He eyes her taking in her frame. “You sure you want to do this?" He questions earnestly.

She turns to meet his gaze. "If you don't want to-"

"Oh, we want to." He reassures, smirking as he rests his head against the couch.

Reflexively. she glances back into the kitchen, eyeing Tsukishima. “Your boyfriend also wants to.”

Feeling a light poke from Kuroo, she turns to see him point up at Tsukishima. The blonde stands with his gaze stern but his voice gentle. "Can we talk for a sec?" He extends a hand to help her off the couch. In the dimly lit hallway he squeezes her hand looking down at her through his glasses. “I talked to them.”

“Thank you,”

“I want you to enjoy yourself.” He tucks a loose braid behind her ear before raising her hand and planting a kiss.

She had always thought about. The thought of indulging with more than one person at a time, drew her in. All their attention on her. Watching her. What pleasure could she derive from that.

At first she hesitated telling him. Always shaking her head when he’d turn his head at the sound of her faint gasp, caused by her attempt to expose her desire. One evening Tsukishima corned her. A quiet evening of indulging each other’s sexual fantasies lead her to finally tell him. Straddle his lap while finally letting her thought become words.

“I just wonder what it would be like.” She excitedly uttered. His face was blank, thinking. He listened rubbing her side. The excitement was seemly not shared. As a result, the next morning she passed it off as a joke. It was not brought up again. Well, until a few weeks later anyway.

“You did what?”

“They said they would be… willing to.”

That's how she ended up here. In their surprisingly clean apartment intoxicated by the mixture of their colognes.

“The safe word is blueberry. If you can't say anything just tap somewhere three times.” She nods. Leaning down he caresses her cheek before kissing her.

Feeling his hands slip from her waist she eyes him as he props himself on a couch while she returns to her previous seat, Kuroo and Akaashi at either side of her.

Akaashi cautiously moves to cup her chin. "May I?" His eyes dart from her eyes to her lips. She nods closing her eyes as she melts into the kiss. They alternate between deep kisses and pecks. Taking mere moments to breathe and stare at each other before indulging once more. The kisses, desperate as his hand roam her body and she grips his tie to pull him closer. She spreads her legs to get him between them.

He moves down to gently kiss along her neck and shoulders. Her gaze fixed on her boyfriend as he sits back sipping a glass of red wine watching.

The man on the left quickly forces her attention to him. "Look at me." He orders before he leans in to kiss her.

Feeling hands wrap around her hips, she breaks the kiss to see Akaashi on his knees. He pulls her to the edge of the couch while Kuroo latches onto her once more. She shivers with every kiss Akaashi places along her inner thighs, spreading her legs open. She whimpers against Kuroo as Akaashi pulls down her underwear, discarding it elsewhere. She gasps gripping his hair, once he latched onto her clit.

“Can I touch you here?” Kuroo requests. She moves his hands toward her tits. Her moans muffled as he kisses her. He purposefully grazes her nipples, smirking as they kissed as she arches her back. Her orgasm came quick.

She drew heavy breathes to gather herself. Akaashi emerged from underneath her dress, sliding away towards Tsukishima.

From the other side Bokuto approached with his signature smile, lustful as he loosened his tie. His bulge evident through his trousers. He replaces Akaashi , placing his knee on the couch and laying y/n on her back, her head on Kuroo's lap. She squirms under him her eyes alternating from him unzipping his trousers and Akaashi feeding Tsukishima her cum as leaned down to kiss him.

Bokuto had girth. She gasps, when he lined his thick cock against her before slowly pushing inside.

She was drowned in pleasure as he dived into her cunt. She stared down at his cock ripped through her. Indulging in the pleasure she leaned back staring up at Kuroo. Met with a sly smirk, she gave back a drunken smile before snapping her head forward when Bokuto placed his thumb against her clit. Reflexively she reached out but was stopped by Kuroo who pinned her hands above her head. Her eyes fall on her boyfriend who is stroking Akaashi's cock, taking her over the edge, she cums on Bokuto’s cock.

She flinches when he pulled out. Palming his cock glistening with her cum before resting his tip on her clit.

***

On her knees, she settled between his legs, nuzzling into the soft carpet. Innocently, she looks up at Tsukishima tugging at his belt. With his cock out, she started slowly stroking. (Alliteration was unintended). She felt it throb as she stroked it.

The carpet under her slowly became damp as she listened to him whimper and groan with every on of her licks and strokes. She bobbed her head letting his cock hit the back of her throat as his flatmates watched palming their cocks at the sight. Tsukishima grunted gazing down at her through his glasses as she took his cock, carefully pushes her braids behind her ear before gently gripping the base of her head. He bucks his hips into her mouth. “There you go baby.” He coos as she briefly shut her eyes. Stings of his cum spurt into her mouth.

***

All she could do is stare at Tsukishima while he palmed his cock and let her moans echo through the apartment alongside her gentlemen's grunts and whimpers. She was face down against the soft couch and ass up as Akaashi fucked her from the back. Her moans were erratic. She could not keep herself silent while Akaashi repeatedly fucked into her. His flatmates stroking their cocks to her getting fucked threw her over the edge.

She came desperately trying to close her legs but Akaashi continued to ram his cock into her. "Shit- where do I- ?" he groans. "Inside."

She moaned as he came. Her eyes hooded and drool sinking into the couch as he slowly thrusted his cum deeper.

She groaned when he pulled. Catching her breathe as they watched his cum slide down her legs.

***

Laid out on the soft carpet, Bokuto fucked his thick cock into her mouth. Reaching forward to rub her clit while Kuroo abused her cunt causing her to hum at the sensation. She came twice on Kuroo's cock. Her head on a pillow, as Bokuto thrusted into her mouth, his knees at either side of her head. "Do you like that y/n?" She hums before sucking his cock again.

A flash-light on her, Akaashi sat with her phone in hand recording as Bokuto's cum slid down her cheek near her eye. Bokuto moaned slowing humping the last spurts of cum into her mouth. "Did that taste good?" Tsukishima questions as he bends down. She nods, pulling him into a kiss.

Bokuto smiles while cleaning the cum off her face as Kuroo pulled yet another orgasm out of her. He continued to fuck her as she squirted on his pelvis. Pulling out, he covered her pussy with his cum. Bucking his hips he slides his cock between her pussy, coating his cock with cum.

Tsukishima leaned down to suck his cock. Kuroo gently tugged at his blonde strands, throwing his head back.

***

Hands against the wall, Tsukishima was ramming his cock into her, Kuroo was recording and Akaashi and Bokuto were making out next to them on the couch.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She brainlessly chanted.

"Look at her," Kuroo instructed. "Cock drunk."

Tsukishima moaned burying his head into her neck his arm around her chest and the other rubbing her sensitive clit.

"Do you want him to cum for you, y/n?" Kuroo asked. She desperately nodded to the camera.

"I need you to cum with me baby. Can you do that for me baby?"

Her moans muffled by his fingers in her mouth, she came on his cock as he rubbed her clit. "Fuck," he chanted as he pumped her full of his cum before watching as it dripped down onto the tile floor.

***

This time it was Tsukishima with her phone stroking his cock at her getting fucked by his flatmates. y/n was sitting on Kuroo's cock as he fucked up into her. Akaashi guiding her mouth over his cock. Cum messily decorated her cunt and Kuroo's pulsating cock sliding in and out of her. The white liquid even dripping down onto the carpet.

Tsukishima watched as she swallowed Akaashi's cock. Her big tits bouncing with every thrust. Attentively, watching Akaashi pulling his cum covered cock out. Holding it as the base sliding it back into her mouth and repeating the movement until she was satisfied. His hair fallen across his face staring down at y/n with a smile caressing her face.

His eyes moved down. Kuroo had his hand around her waist fucking her deceptively slow before rolling her over onto the carpet, lifting her leg and fucking his cum into her from the side with her braids all over his face. When he pulled out, Tsukishima moved in on her face.

She gave him a fucked out smile. “Was that good, Baby?”

“mmhm” She grinned at the camera.

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credit for banners: @inklore @roseschoices

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #akaashi keji x reader #tsukishima kei #bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testuro #haikyuu!!#ao3 #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — zu8her #black reader #black reader smut #x black reader #akaashi x black reader

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velvetures · 2 months

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AU Continuation: Perimeter Security

a.n.: Thank you to everyone who left comments, and gave this love! I hope to write more! This is thanks to @3dumbass and their suggestions.

summary: living with the 141 has its perks, and built-in security is one of them. it’s just not always easy for them to determine who’s actually a threat.

AU: The 141 are at risk due to personal files being compromised. They’re laying low at a low-risk location until further notice.

tags?: Simon x 3rd person coded relationship, strangers, tension, well-meaning anger, protectiveness, misunderstanding.

Snow made everything on the ridge lines slow down. Thick, icy, blankets camouflaged roads and halted the daily movement of simple life. The mail didn’t run, and neither did the school busses in town. It was as if the whole mountain slept in for weeks at a time when this kind of weather trudged in over the skyline. Freezing water pipes -if you didn’t know to turn the tap on a little- and draining the battery in your vehicle leaving you stranded for days at a time. It’s what made a wood-burning stove a lifesaver and why the ornate Art Garland sitting in the living room more of a necessity than a gilded cast-iron luxury from 1898.

But getting firewood was a whole different experience… especially when the task force took up residence and experience their first winter with Price and Laswell’s goddaughter.

She did well to provide for herself. Not just well, really, better than that. Everything she could manage alone was done without any assistance, and she never complained about much. They all assumed it came from living in such a remote place. That she couldn’t rely on anyone and never got spoiled to living easily. What she couldn’t -or simply didn’t- want to manage, the locals down in town helped with by beaters, trades, or well-kept favors that just kept being passed back and forth.

Just another one of those slowed-down things that made a whole lot of sense in her life, but set the 141’s teeth on edge.

They could rely on each other and do just fine most of the time. But individually and as a squad, it made all of them feel inadequate beyond comprehension asking for or requiring help. And like with her was just one of the stinging wounds they couldn’t quite heal up. Seeing her trade strawberries for corn or a rough-sewn quilt for a hand-made kitchen knife was dignified enough… they just didn’t understand fully how deep the lifestyle ran.

Ghost’s encounter with “Bear” put that much more tension on the dynamic.

***

She’d been inside bent over a pot of soup for nearly the whole morning. Steam curling over her reddened cheeks and sucking up through the range hood when the faint sound of a truck came spinning up the steep snow-covered driveway. A flatbed with a steel-cage welded to the bed and stacks of wood covered with a blue tarp in the back with fraying bungee cords. A familiar sight for her since the man driving always brought her firewood when the weather got too cold to go and do it herself. Or when she’d been regrettably lazy… and didn’t feel like it either.

Barrett “Bear” Stephens. A real outdoorsman and not more than a couple years older than her. Most people around town thought he was a real prick since he didn’t talk much and kept to himself out on West Run Ridge. But she liked him well enough. Trusted him to let him in her house for dinner as thanks for keeping her house warm and always waved when she saw him in the grocery store despite the guarantee he wouldn’t aside her back. Hearing his truck ambling up through driveway wasn’t anything new.

It’s why she forgot to mention it to anyone else.

“Damn freezing out here,” He spit with gritted teeth, sliding out of the truck in four layers of coats. “You’re real lucky the biscuits you make are worth this shit.”

She couldn’t help but stifle a smile. Shifting back and forth to stave off the cold while wearing less than half of what Bear was. Only having come out to greet him since it was below freezing. Normally she’d leave him to drop off her bundles of kindling without the harassment of making him talk. But the snow was deep, and she felt guilty not at least helping him for a moment. Maybe it was good luck that she had though. Because Bear didn’t even make it to the back of the flatbed when a solid black figure smoothly appeared from the opposite side. Black steel glinting in evening light and the black hole of a rifled pistol aimed right at him.

She stopped dead in her tracks. The mistake washing over her seeing Ghost standing there in the scary-as-hell mask, with a white skull framed by a black hoodie and positive white snow all around him. Fuck, even the steam from his breath smoked out of the mask like he was fucking burning from the inside out and letting off pressure before he exploded. His eyes were dead and cold. Staring down the mountain man who’d came to just as still of a position. She was certain Ghost was the only one breathing.

“You’re not welcome,” his thick burred voice sounded more gritty than normal. Maybe from the cold weather… she’d not seen him inside her house in days. “Suggest you leave.”

Bear didn’t say a word, but his rapid nod of his head was enough to thaw her out. Stop this before it got any uglier than Ghost’s .45 making a damn-good threat.

“Wait! He’s… he’s here on purpose!” The excuse can’t great. There could be plenty of reasons he came with intent and then not be positive. “I needed him!”

The stiffness in Ghost miraculously gets worse. Frost in his wide shoulders turning to blue ice and that darkness in his eyes sharpening like flint from sloped hills behind the house. It made him more pissed, and she didn’t have the slightest idea of how to fix it.

He was cagey at the best of times. Like he’d bristle if he had fur on his back or bare fangs if he had the choice to. She hated making any of that anger show, but there wasn’t a better option right now. Besides… it was her damn house. She could have whoever she pleased so long as she thought they were safe. John had made it clear there wouldn’t be any restrictions unless something serious came up. And having visitors weren’t one of them. Especially since. Bear wasn’t coming in the house.

She’d been quite set in that decision anyways. Bear wasn’t the nosey type anyways. He didn’t talk much, did his job, and left. But that didn’t mean Ghost knew it. And his pistol didn’t even waver a centimeter even after she spoke.

“This… this yours?” Bear’s voice sounded shaky. His teeth unclenched and irritation with the cold wind dissolved. His question made her antsy. There were too many answers, and none of them felt right in her head.

“Long story,” she decided, taking a rounded pathway around Bear and towards Ghost. Purposefully staying far away from that damn pistol he felt still necessary to have out.

“He can be-”

“Lethal.”

Ghost’s interjection made her wince.

“Enough of that!” She snaps back, hissing and feeling the hot air freeze in front of her lips. “Let him drop off the firewood, and he’ll leave.”

One look back at Bear and she could see the slight confusion in his otherwise guarded expression. There was no chance in hell she was letting Ghost just disappear off somewhere after this. He couldn’t just point-blank threaten people. Bear was who kept the damn house warm half the winter whether she liked it or not. And Ghost couldn’t fuck it up just because he’d not been explicitly told anything.

“How ‘bout we lend a hand?”

Soap and Gaz walking up nearly gave her a heart attack. One of them was bad enough. Two more? Her faith in Bear not running and telling anyone who would listen about her was stretching thin. The grocery store, all three churches, and the fire department would think she was in a reverse harem by the end of the month. Even if Soap was already helping himself to the stacks of bundled wood in the back, this interaction felt centuries long with no hope of ending.

“Just three.” She finally gets the warning out, seeing Gaz going for a fourth bundle. He just nods, setting it back down and shooting a quite civil nod in the man’s direction.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” He adds, looking over the tall stacks. “How much?”

“Ten dollars a bundle.” Bear sounds half ready to pass out.

Gaz promptly drops the one he’s carrying and pulls out a wallet like he’s got no problem with Ghost still standing there like a human-centry gun. Pulling out a twenty and holding it out in his hand.

Is this some sort of fucking peace treaty?

Ghost only moves to holster his weapon after Bear takes the money and mutters something about ‘help yourself’ before shutting himself back inside the can of the truck without another word. Tension easing with each moment Soap spends stacking his arms tall with dry, red cedar and sycamore. She doesn’t even know where to begin. Wondering where John was. Wanting to know where Ghost had been. Why he’d even approached in the first place.

“I need a word with you.”

She can’t bring herself to do anything but stare out at Bear’s truck hightailing it off her property as she addresses Ghost. Hearing his very heavy boots creaking on the porch. He doesn’t say a word, but it’s clear once Gaz and Soap leave for inside that he’s not standing behind her for his own enjoyment.

“Do you have any idea what you might’ve just screwed up?” Her voice doesn’t sound like her own. It’s mad, sure. But almost panicked in a sense. The reality of the situation hitting her harder because she vividly remembered winter before the help. And it wasn’t pretty. Recent snows had been stable and quite pleasant actually. And Ghost nearly made target practice out of her own sure solution.

“Very aware,” that damn voice sounded too smooth. “Who is he?”

Another thick billow of fog curls out of her mouth. “Who he is, isn’t important. Keeping my fucking house from freezing is.” She can feel her fingers starting to prick from the cold even inside her coat.

“Don’t care for nameless men.” He counters just as seemingly unbothered.

If she could physically force herself to turn around and face him head-on, she would. But his utter disregard made it intimidating. Too much to handle.

“Jesus Christ….” She muttered, head dropping to thump against a porch post. “Barrett Stephens. We call him Bear.” It felt defeating to be forced to answer him like this.

Ghost’s boots strain the porch as he walks towards the firewood hoops. The sound of dry bark ready to catch an ember cracking and scratching as he moves it.

“Almost killed himself…”

“Yeah,” She chuckles dryly, biting the inside of her cheek and spinning around with some real anger. “M’sure the coroner would love to know how he got ahold of the pistol you have tucked in your fuckin’ jeans.”

That massive man turned on himself just as quickly. Closing a multiple-yard distance in just a couple long strides. His breathing heavier and that thick smoke trailing from the stitch-seams in his mask.

“Gonna get yourself killed too…” He warns. Low, and just like the wolf she pictured him being. Bared teeth, dilated eyes and all.

“Stop growlin’ at me…” The words come out of her mouth before she even thinks about how wrong it is. “Actin’ like a damn dog.”

He’s fast. So fast.

Hauling her backwards against the porch banister and towering high above her head with a low, and heavy sort of breath fizzling out in his chest. It’s the most threatening he’s been so far. And she can’t tell just how far she can continue to stand her ground without things truly getting ugly. Even her fingers have stopped tingling from the cold with just how fast her blood is pumping. Force feeding oxygen to her brain. Desperate to find a way to run from an inescapable situation she’d created.

“Mind tellin’ me where you got this idea to talk back to me, creeker?”

“When you started throwin’ that gun around like you have the right.”

The fear didn’t keep her mouth shut. Digging an even deeper grave all because he kept using that stupid fucking nickname. Pushing buttons and making it that much harder to be understanding of why he was always so bitter. Nothing she’d done had made a difference so far. And the patience she’d saved specifically for him was waning.

Ghost just chuckled, his head rolling to the side and the gloved hands gripping her coat tightened.

“The right?” It was almost impossible to imagine anything other than a smirk under that mask.

“Oh… I certainly have the right to defend what’s mine.”

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Corn Syrup

Johnny "Soap" McTavish/Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+, Miscommunication Trope, Light Injury/Violence, Angst, Smut (lol)

No Use of Y/N

Summary: You get injured in combat and Soap has been acting weird since. He won't even talk to you.

A/N: I hate the no communication Trope as much as the rest of you but I promise the pay off is good. Kensington Gore is a short companion piece to this fic that's Unrequited! Ghost/Soap/Reader

AO3 Link: Corn Syrup

The blood seeping through your uniform is bright red, and as you idly dip your hand lower, scooping some up on your fingers, all you can think is how fake it looks. Corn syrup blood, like in the movies. You let out a disbelieving laugh, locking eyes with Soap before a feverish pain slams through you like a ton of bricks and you crumple.

Your team fusses around you, hurrying to get you back to base while Soap holds steady pressure on your wound. You can’t stop laughing about the blood, about how unreal it is that it’s yours and that there’s so much.

“Jesus lass, you’d think bein’ shot would be enough ta shut you up,” Soap said, his voice sounding floaty and above your head. You blink hard to clear the fuzziness around your eyes. Another laugh bubbles out of your throat.

“If you’d prefer me silent, Sergeant, I can think of a few ways you could shut me up,” you slur back provocatively. Johnny doesn't laugh like he’s supposed to, only presses his mouth into a thin line. His face is the last thing you see before everything fades to black.

— — — —

It’s your first time back on base since you’ve been shot. Your recovery had been relatively quick, but you were still itching to get back into the field, and back to your squad. They had all visited you while you were recovering, aside from one glaring omission.

Johnny.

You’d seen neither hide nor hair of the Scotsman for the duration of your hospital stay. Even Ghost had come to see you, looking stark and ridiculous in the fluorescent lights. You had tried to broach the subject with him, meekly asking after Soap, but Ghost had just stared at you, his light blue eyes unreadable, until you had dropped the subject.

You and Johnny had always had a close relationship. He had been the first to fully embrace you as a member of 141, and you two had been attached at the hip since then. You trained together more than with anyone, constantly cracking jokes and poking fun at each other.

You also had a deep, intense infatuation with him.

You tried to keep it under wraps, terrified of making him feel uncomfortable and ruining the deep friendship you two had. You tried to avoid any physical contact unless absolutely necessary, keeping things platonic to the extreme and constantly dodging the sexual innuendos Soap was always lobbing at you.

There had been moments of tension of course, mostly under heavy stress, where it had felt as if his gaze had lingered longer than usual, but you knew it was all in your head. There had been a single drunken kiss after a successful mission, but it hadn’t meant anything to him.

The unit had gone out to celebrate, and Soap, not being one to shirk a Scottish stereotype, had gotten absolutely sloshed. The rest of the team had left the booth you were occupying to try their hand at beating Ghost at pool, and Soap, unable to stand, had scooted closer to you, grabbing your waist with his large hands and pulling you into him, smelling strongly of liquor and muttering about how you were ‘bonnie’. Then he kissed you, and your world ended because he tasted like whiskey and made your brain turn to goo and your toes tingle, so you retreated to the bathroom like a coward and never brought it up again.

You had wished desperately that he would visit you in the hospital. You were restless and couldn’t figure out why he would be avoiding you, eventually coming to the conclusion that you had scared him off, that your delirious joke had made him uncomfortable enough that he needed to distance himself from you. Your chest ached at the thought. You had managed to do the one thing you had been trying desperately to avoid, ruining the best friendship you’ve ever had in a careless, blood-soaked moment.

Debriefing made it painfully obvious that Soap avoiding you was not just in your head. Everyone was excited to see you, and even Captain Price had given you a quick but firm hug.

“Good to have you back,” he said gruffly. Gaz beamed at you from where he sat and you felt yourself grinning, before your eyes fluttered to Soap and your face fell. Soap sat in the corner of the room next to Ghost, staring resolutely at his boots. You spent the entire briefing half listening, trying to get Johnny to at least meet your eye. After the meeting, he darted out of the room and you decided to go after him, running out the door.

“Soap!” You called out, but the Scottish man just turned the corner like he hadn’t heard you. It felt like someone had sucker punched you in the chest. You really had ruined everything. He wouldn’t even acknowledge your existence. Ghost silently slid in place beside you, and you looked up at him desperately, the confusion evident in your eyes. He put a hesitant hand on your shoulder. Your throat felt tight, and you ducked away from him, making a break for your room.

Days have gone by, and Soap continues to ignore your existence. You were an over tuned guitar string, constantly close to snapping. Soap and Ghost were training in the gym together throwing punches when you walked through the door, intent on the treadmills to help relieve some stress. Both men looked up at you and Soap immediately turned and headed towards the locker room.

You felt tears well up in your eyes. You don’t understand why he hated you this much. It hurt. You just wanted your friend back but he wouldn’t even let you close enough to apologize for whatever you did wrong. You could feel Ghost’s eyes on you again and you turn away, trying to hide your tears. You leave the gym and walk quickly back to your room, your head down. You closed the door and let out a sob.

You cry until your chest hurts and your nose runs like a facet, curled up in your bed under the covers. When you were out of tears, you lay there silently, staring blankly at the wall. Someone knocks, but you don’t react. Your door creaks open.

“Lass?” Soap calls out, his voice a mere whisper. His heavy footsteps draw nearer to your blanketed sanctuary. You let out an audible sigh, turning over and sitting up to glare at him, hair mussed and nose puffy.

“You've been avoiding me.” You croak. Soap has the decency to look ashamed of himself. “You didn’t even visit me in the hospital. Not even once.”

You level him with a stare he’s only ever seen when you’d slotted a knife in between a man’s ribs, and Johnny feels the same distinct sensation of agony stabbing in his chest.

Then everything is spilling out of him at once, words tumbling between his lips before his brain can hope to catch up.

“I couldn’t stand ta face you. Seeing you like that nearly made me lose my fuckin’ mind. Cacklin’ like a banshee, bleedin’ everywhere and then you looked up at me with those eyes… Christ lass, I was unraveling.” Soap’s knees hit the bed, and suddenly he's kneeling next to you, closer than he’d been since that fateful mission.

You stare at him in shock. His voice is edging near hysterical. “Could barely keep it together enough to keep the pressure on the bleedin’. And then you blurt out that stupid fuckin’ line, something you'd never say, damn near delirious, and I realized that the girl I’d been pinin’ after for months was gonna die in my arms.”

“Johnny,” you whisper, but he carries on, the waterfall of words continuing without interruption.

Then his lips are on yours, and you don’t taste the whiskey this time, but your toes tingle and your brain melts just the same. Your hands go for his hair, fingers curling in his mohawk, and he lets out a keening sound against your lips, dragging you closer to him. His hands are warm and everywhere, holding you like you’ll disappear in between his fingers.

“I'm in agony. You don' understand what I'd for you. What I’d do to you. And it wasn’ until I’d almost lost you that I realized how much I fuckin’ burn for you,” he whispers, fervent as a hymn.

Soap’s got you pinned under him, and you can feel him, hard against your thigh, feel it twitch when he pulls back just so he can look at you, lips swollen from the kiss, his eyes wild.

“Tell me you don’ want me too,” he pants, but you can’t do anything but stare, because you’ve never really let yourself truly look at him before, not so openly, and he’s so goddamn beautiful.

“You’ve got lovely eyelashes,” you finally say, and reach up to gently touch his face. He leans in again, recaptures your lips with enough force to bruise, crushing you against him like he’s trying to shove you into his ribcage, like with enough force he can fuse your skin together, and you think you may break from the weight of it all, drown in the tidal wave of his sudden affection without complaint.

He wanders, his mouth moving to your neck, and he bites down and grinds his hips into yours, swallowing the gasp you make at the contact. You rake your nails down his back and he positively whimpers, melting further into you, sucking and nipping at any exposed skin he can reach, a hand wandering in between your thighs, thick fingers pressing against your clothed sex.

You feel like you're being consumed by the sun, warm and blinding as Soap makes practiced work of your pants, stripping you bare, letting out a quiet groan at the sight of you. Eagerly he begins kissing his way down your chest and stomach, landing between your thighs. You clench them together almost instinctively, suddenly shy, and as he pries your legs apart with a cocky grin, it hits you just how much you've missed him.

Johnny devours you like he hasn't had a meal in weeks, wet and messy, and you feel yourself coming towards the edge, a warm knot building inside you even as you pull on his hair, trying to get him to come up for air.

"You're gonna suffocate if you don't breathe," you gasp out, and you can feel him smirk against you. He pulls back, slightly out of breath, his mouth wet and hair tousled.

“I ken think of no sweeter place ta die,” he says playfully, kissing the inside of your thigh before diving back in.

You almost fall over the edge the minute that Johnny shoves one of his thick fingers inside you, curling it just right, hitting the perfect spot and making you see stars. He moans along with you, eyes bright, watching you come undone from in between your thighs. Your legs shake and you clench around his head as he coaxes you through it, and you're still seeing stars when he pulls himself up to pull you into another searing kiss. You can feel the hardness of him bumping your clit, and that's all the warning you get before he lines himself up with your entrance and presses into you.

He’s big and it stretches and hurts even though you're soaking. Everything is just too much, too fast. Things you've been suppressing for months are all bubbling up, and all you can feel and taste and see is him, the blinding sun to your lonely moon. Johnny shushes you gently, touching your face even as his body is trembling with the effort of resisting the urge to drive his hips into you as hard as he can.

“I don’ mean to be so eager,” he says, dropping his forehead to yours. “I’ve missed you, lass.” He kisses you lightly, and you realize there are tears running down your cheeks.

"I thought you hated me," you whimper, "I thought I had scared you off or annoyed you and that you didn't care about me."

Johnny stares at you with a look that shatters you into pieces, agony and tenderness tangled together in equal measure.

“Christ,” he says, voice gravelly, “don’ you know I’m in love with you?” And then he pushes his hips forward, filling you up, his hips meeting yours as he sheaths himself completely inside of you. You gasp, tears still flowing as he kisses you, soft and slow. Then he begins to move, drawing his hips back before bottoming out again, and it hurts less now, a familiar heat building low in your stomach.

Johnny’s rough but gentle, his own restraint on a razor thin wire, too aware of the scar tissue just above his coarse hands even as he’s slamming his hips into yours, feeling you clench down and squirm, your nails tearing into his shoulders and raking down his back.

Everything feels so good, you’re so warm and alive beneath him, the skin he’s been dying to touch for ages and the sounds you’re making are driving him wild, the whimpers and gasps making him feel like a teenager, ruining his stamina and pushing his control. You’re pretty even in tears and even as Johnny swears under his breath that he’ll never make you cry again, he admires the glassiness of your eyes, the tremble of your bottom lip.

“I-it’s so b-ig” you whine, your breath hitching with every thrust. Your walls are fluttering around him as he stretches you open, your hips rolling up to meet his thrusts. Johnny moans, his hips stuttering.

“-m’not gonna last much longer” he pants, “want you ta cum on my cock first.” Your breath hitches and his heart flutters along with it, reaching down to thumb your clit, making you whimper and tighten around him. You grab his face, pulling him down to kiss you as you feel yourself falling over the edge, moaning against his mouth as you feel his cock twitch inside you, filling you up. Soap slumps against you, his cock still sheathed in you as he delicately kisses your mouth. You kiss him back in a daze, your legs trembling and brain foggy.

“I love you too,” you whisper, words muffled by his soft lips on yours, and Johnny sighs wistfully, pulling back to look at you. One of his warm hands reaches up to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheekbone.

Unrequited Ghost Part 2

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