Compulsory Heterosexuality Is A Hell Of A Drug

Noor Harazeen you are the world's hero. You're completely correct, this is not normal. This is evil and no human needs to make these decisions.

stop. stop. it is not just the women and children of gaza. it is not just the mothers. it is also the men. the fathers, the uncles, the vendor, the neighbor, the barber. stop dehumanising them. they are also being killed. they are also being bombed. they are also losing loved ones. palestinians are also losing their fathers and brothers. stop it. stop erasing the pain and suffering of palestinian men. they deserve our love, care and voice just as much as the women and children do.

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YAYYY

FUCK YEAH FUCK I LOVE LIFE

Although I would like to add KOSA is still a big threat any Pro Palestine content will be wiped out please stop KOSA

@mirkobloom77 @ashlakh

This is not including all the children who are lifeless underneath the rubble and not including the ones that were obliterated to the point where they cannot be identified. Free Palestine

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Song @iamkarimmm

PERFECT BLUE (1997) HISS (2024) cr.

Sorry your boyfriend died and came back and died and came back and died and came back and died and came back again. He was trying to find you.

★6ix 9ine. Kozume!

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•warning: sub!kenma, fem reader, mommy is used twice, edging, dirty talk, edging, and 69

•hi im back and too lazy to proof read so yeh

You had been friends with Kenma for what felt like forever. Late-night gaming sessions, takeout on weekends, and inside jokes that no one else would get. He was always a little distant, a little hard to read, but you liked that about him. So when he finally agreed to go out drinking with you after months of dodging your invites, you were genuinely surprised.

What you didn’t expect was how much of a reaction you’d get when he saw you.

You kept it simple but intentional—tight black skirt that hugged your curves, sheer tights that shimmered under the bar lights, paired with heels that added just enough height to make you feel in control. It wasn’t over the top, but it was a far cry from the usual sweatpants and oversized hoodies he was used to seeing you in.

And Kenma?

He didn’t know how to handle it.

His eyes dragged over your legs, lingering way too long, and you caught the way he swallowed hard when you crossed them, the faintest blush already creeping up his neck. He tried to play it cool, mumbling something about how it wasn’t fair you didn’t tell him you were going to “dress like that,” but his usual deadpan delivery fell apart when he couldn’t stop staring.

Drink after drink made things worse. Kenma wasn’t a heavy drinker to begin with, but tonight he was matching your pace, and you could see the haze settling in his golden eyes. His cheeks were flushed, lips a little pouty, and his head kept dipping closer to you, leaning against your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured at one point, nuzzling into your neck, his voice barely above a whisper but thick with heat. “Not fair…”

You laughed, but it only made him more clingy.

“Kozu,” you murmured, noticing the way his hand brushed against your thigh for the third time that evening. “You okay?”

“Mmhm.” He nodded, but his eyes were glued to your legs, his thumb brushing lightly along the hem of your skirt, almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it.

“Kozume.”

He finally looked up, and oh—he was gone.

Half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide, and a dazed, almost dreamy look on his face.

“Hmm?”

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. “How many drinks have you had?”

“Dunno.” His voice was softer now, almost too soft, and there was a hint of a pout as he leaned in closer. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” His eyes flickered down to your legs again, and this time, he didn’t even pretend to look away. “You’re distracting me.”

You bit back a laugh, your fingers gently brushing through his hair as you tilted his head. “I’m distracting you?”

“Uh-huh.” He nuzzled into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again, this time with a dangerous glint. “You did it on purpose.”

“Did what on purpose?”

Kenma’s lips twitched, his face inching closer until his breath was warm against your neck.

“Wore that.”

Your heart stopped.

“I—”

“Wanted me to look, didn’t you?” His voice was a quiet murmur, laced with a teasing edge that was so unlike him. But it wasn’t cocky. No—he sounded almost… shy. Like he was embarrassed by how obvious he was being but couldn’t stop himself.

And you?

You were loving it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered back, but the slight hitch in your voice betrayed you.

“Liar.” His lips brushed dangerously close to your neck now, and you could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“You’re being bold,” you murmured, your fingers tightening ever so slightly in his hair.

“Maybe…” He paused, his lips grazing just below your ear. “…it’s the alcohol.”

You were about to respond—probably something witty, something that would throw him off—

But then?

Kenma whined.

It was soft, barely audible, but oh you heard it.

And it sent a shockwave straight through you.

“Y/n,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against your shoulder now, his body practically melting into yours. “You’re not being fair.”

“What’s not fair?” You smirked, though your pulse was racing.

“You look…” He trailed off, his words slurring just a little.

“I look what, Kenma?”

“…too good.”

Oh.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, but before you could say anything, Kenma tilted his head up to meet your gaze.

And that’s when you saw it.

The raw, unfiltered want in his eyes.

His lips brushed against your skin, and you felt the heat of his breath send a shiver down your spine.

“Getting needy, huh?” you teased, but that was a mistake. His grip on your thigh tightened, and when he shifted just slightly, you felt it—hard and pressing against your side.

“Please…” His voice was barely a whisper, broken and desperate, and you could feel the way he was trembling. “Take me home… I don’t wanna be here anymore…”

You should’ve said no. Should’ve teased him a little more, made him squirm. But the way he looked up at you, glassy-eyed and flushed, lip caught between his teeth as he rubbed his thigh against you—yeah, there was no way you were denying him.

————

By the time you got him back to your place, he was a mess. Clumsy fingers tugging at your waist, pressing his face into your neck again like he couldn’t get enough of you. But you weren’t about to let him off easy.

You didn’t even hesitate.

“Take off your jacket.”

Kenma paused for only a moment before he shrugged off his jacket, his eyes never leaving yours as he did. His movements were slow, deliberate—like he was trying to savor every moment of this intimacy. When he finally let the jacket fall to the floor, there was an unspoken silence between you, one that lingered like a charged current. His gaze flicked up to yours, his lips parted just slightly, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

You smirked.

“Now, your pants.”

Kenma’s chest rose and fell, his throat visibly tightening as he obediently reached for his belt. You could see him struggle—his hands shaking just enough for you to notice. His pride was still there, buried underneath the layers of self-doubt he’d never let anyone see. But tonight? Tonight, it was all yours to toy with.

“You’re so quiet,” you teased, stepping closer, your voice a whisper in his ear. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Kozume?”

His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he bit his lip, looking like he was fighting the urge to speak. Finally, his voice broke through, soft but urgent.

“Y/n…” he murmured, almost too quietly for you to hear.

“Get on the bed,” you ordered, watching the way his eyes widened just slightly at your tone.

“But—”

“Now.”

He scrambled to obey, and fuck, he was already so far gone. His body was flushed, legs spread just enough as he settled onto the bed, waiting for you to make the next move.

“Such a good boy,” you murmured, settling yourself in between his legs, dragging your nails lightly over his thighs, watching the way he shivered under your touch. But when you gripped them tighter, fingers digging in just a little too hard, he let out the sweetest little whimper, back arching as he bit down on his lip.

“You like that?” you asked, barely masking your amusement.

“Mhm…” He nodded, but it wasn’t enough for you.

“Words, Kozume.”

“Yes,” he breathed, voice shaky. “Please…”

You tugged his hair back, forcing him to look up at you, and the way his pupils blew wide made you grin. “You’re so needy,” you cooed, leaning down just enough to brush your lips against his. “Whining for me like this… aren’t you embarrassed?”

“N-No…” But his voice betrayed him, cracking as he tried to deny it.

“Liar.” Your hand tangled in his hair, giving it a sharp tug that had him gasping.

“Ah—!”

His hips bucked, and you felt him throbbing beneath you, desperate and aching.

“Please,” he begged again, barely coherent now. “You’re being so mean…”

“Mean?” you echoed, arching a brow as you dragged your nails down his thigh again, leaving faint red lines in their wake.

He nodded, eyes glassy and wet, lips trembling as he squirmed under you. “But I like it…”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, I know.”

You gazed down to see a wet spot in his boxers where his poor cock had been throbbing for much too long.

You dragged your teeth over your bottom lip, barely holding back a smirk as your fingers traced the outline of his aching tip through the damp fabric of his boxers. Kenma’s body tensed beneath your touch, his breath hitching before the sweetest little gasp spilled from his lips.

“Please…” he murmured, his voice soft and trembling, hips bucking into your hand as he shamelessly chased the friction he was so desperate for.

But you weren’t feeling generous—not yet.

You scoffed, pulling your hand away without warning, and before he could even whine, you delivered a sharp slap to his thigh.

“Ah—!” Kenma’s legs snapped shut instinctively, a shiver running through him as he let out a soft, broken whimper.

“Did I tell you to move?” Your voice was firm, a subtle edge of warning, and the way he blinked up at you, wide-eyed and obedient, had heat pooling between your thighs.

“I-I’m sorry mommy, please…” he whispered, his thighs slowly parting again, his body already begging to be touched.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes never leaving his as you leaned down, letting a slow, deliberate string of spit drip from your lips. It landed right on the tip of his cock, glistening as it slid down his length, and the reaction was immediate.

Kenma whimpered, his thighs twitching uncontrollably, his head thrashing softly against the pillow as a shaky breath escaped him.

“Hmm?” You tilted your head, running your hand along his slick length, your touch featherlight as you teased him. Your lips brushed against the shell of his ear, your voice a sultry purr.

“Did you really think…” you murmured, your fingers giving his cock a lazy stroke that had him squirming beneath you, “…that I was going to let you fuck me tonight?”

You felt the way his body stiffened, a soft, broken whine slipping past his lips as he turned his head toward you, his needy gaze pleading for something—anything.

“Aww…” you cooed, your tongue flicking against his ear as your grip tightened just enough to make him gasp. “Not tonight, baby.”

Your hand moved with agonizing slowness, every stroke deliberately teasing as you traced your thumb around his swollen tip, watching the way his cock twitched under your touch. You bit down on your bottom lip, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you expertly twisted your wrist, giving him just enough to keep him on edge—but never enough to let him tip over.

Soft, needy whimpers spilled from Kenma’s lips, his voice trembling as his glossy eyes stayed locked on you, pleading silently for more.

“Mmm… y-you’re so mean…” he murmured, his words barely coherent between his little gasps and moans.

But then his breath hitched, his body tensing as his hips started to buck into your hand, desperate for more friction.

“I-I’m close!” he squeaked out, his voice breaking as he tried to fuck into your fist, chasing his release.

But just when he was teetering on the edge, you pulled your hand away.

“Ah—wha—?!” Kenma’s hips bucked helplessly, his cock twitching as he thrust into the empty air, his body searching for the release you so cruelly denied him.

“Whyyy, Mommy?” His voice cracked as he looked up at you, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks, his bottom lip trembling as he whined in pure frustration.

You leaned back, a wicked smile tugging at your lips as you admired the sight of him—so needy, so helpless, and all yours.

“Aww, baby,” you cooed, brushing your fingers gently down his thigh. “Did you really think I was gonna let you finish that easily?”

“Don’t you think this is getting a little boring?” you murmured, your tone dripping with mischief as your fingers moved to the button of your skirt.

Kenma’s eyes, still glossy with unshed tears, flickered with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, his breath catching in his throat. He watched intently as you popped the button and slowly dragged the fabric down, revealing the black thigh-high garters hugging your legs—something you’d been hiding from him all night.

“Fuck…” he whispered, sitting up without thinking, his eyes wide and hungry as he took in the full view.

“Uh-uh.” You clicked your tongue, a teasing smile tugging at your lips as you shimmied out of your skirt, letting it pool at your feet. “Stay where you are, baby.”

But you didn’t miss the way his cock twitched, his breath growing heavier as you slid your panties down next, leaving nothing between you and his hungry gaze.

“Lay back,” you ordered softly, and Kenma obeyed without hesitation, his body sinking into the mattress, his eyes still glued to you as if he was completely under your spell.

You climbed on top of him, positioning yourself so your dripping cunt hovered just inches above his flushed face, while his neglected cock throbbed right in front of you.

“Be a good boy and make me feel good,” you purred, lowering yourself onto his mouth while your hand wrapped around his length, teasing him mercilessly.

And from the way he whimpered, his tongue eagerly lapping at you, you knew he was more than willing to obey.

You could feel his body trembling beneath you, his breaths uneven as he tentatively dragged his tongue along your slit—nervous, almost hesitant, like he was testing the waters.

“Mm… good boy,” you murmured, your fingers threading gently through his hair as you guided him closer. The praise seemed to unlock something in him because, within moments, that shy, uncertain lick turned into something far more eager.

Kenma’s lips latched onto your clit, sucking softly before his tongue worked in slow, deliberate strokes that had your thighs trembling. He was a fast learner—eager to please—and the way he moaned against you, sending vibrations through your core, had heat pooling low in your belly.

“Just like that…” you purred, your head tilting back as waves of pleasure started building.

But you didn’t leave him neglected for long.

You leaned down, your mouth hovering over his throbbing cock, and gave his tip a slow, teasing lick, tasting the salty beads of precum that had already gathered.

“Mmm, you’re making such a mess,” you murmured against his length before dragging your tongue along the underside, replacing his slickness with your spit as your hand wrapped around his base, pumping him with a steady rhythm.

Kenma whined against you, his hips twitching as he tried to stay still, but the way your tongue and hand worked him had him melting beneath you. His moans, muffled by your pussy, grew louder, more desperate, sending vibrations straight to your core.

It wasn’t long before the tension in both of you coiled impossibly tight—his hips jerking up into your hand while his tongue moved with frantic devotion.

“Fuck… I’m close…” you gasped, your body trembling as the pleasure built to a breaking point.

Kenma moaned in response, and the sound of him falling apart beneath you was enough to push you over the edge. Your climax crashed over you, thighs quivering around his head as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

Kenma wasn’t far behind—his body tensing beneath you as his cock pulsed in your hand, spilling hot and thick against your tongue as he whimpered into you.

For a moment, the only sound was the heavy, satisfied breathing between you, his body going limp as he tried to catch his breath, soft whimpers escaping his lips as you stroked his hair lovingly.

“Such a good boy…” you murmured, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips as you gently ran your fingers through his damp hair.

“More…” he whispered, voice barely above a breath, but you heard it loud and clear.

“Mm,” you hummed, a wicked smile tugging at your lips. “I don’t think you can handle more, baby.”

But the way his eyes fluttered open, still hazy with lust, told you that he was more than willing to prove you wrong.

And you were more than ready to make him beg for it.

i had the most unhinged thought and raced to your inbox because i need this demon expelled from my body asap. hawks coming home from the worst day of patrol, everything went wrong and he had to speak up at a press conference, play the part of perfect, and all he wants is to melt into your touch. you can see it in his eyes, the dark circles, and the weary tilt of his smile. "baby bird," his voice is hoarse, "need you to hurt me tonight," so he can finally unravel. you're the only one he wants to be perfect for. okay goodbyeee 💀

𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒

Pairing: Masochist! Hawks x Gn! Sadist! Reader

CW: face slapping, lots of blood, cock stepping, kicking, bruising, cock slapping, heavy degration, loss of air, mean reader, tons and tons of tears, scratching, mouth spitting, no mention of safe word but keep in mind it is there !!!

A/N: anon im sorry i totally changed ur thing, i just saw masochist hawks and sprinted. the demons wrote this, not me. dont look at me everyone. HEED THE TAGS

it was a way to blow off steam. something that he looks forward to, just some time where he doesn't have to think anymore. only feeling he has the stinging sensations and the tears that prick his eyes. it was an embaressing obsession he had. he loved pain.

Keigo walks to the bedroom, his hero costume tattered, and dark circles under his eyes. he is exhausted, but coming to you for your touch. pulling you close to him, and mumbling into your neck how bad he wants you to hurt him. till he bruises and bleeds. till every thought just disappears except for you.

and so you pull away, and slap him. it makes him tumble backward, and his yellow glasses fall off. he touches the tingling feeling on his face, blood spilling out from the skin caught on your wedding ring. you dont let up, sending another loud smack across his face, and this time he does fall to the ground, landing on his ass.

tears prick at his eyes, and he can feel his lip tear open. the taste of blood coats his mouth and he gulps, looking up at you for more.

he feels your foot jab onto his clothed cock and he keens, wincing up at you. "w-wait," he stutters, throwing his head back when your press even harder. "fuck!"

"wait? you want me to wait? after you begged for it like a dog?" he is squirming under you, tears now streaming down his face as you dig your foot into his pants.

"'m sorry. sorry—you are going to kill me!" he pleads, hands trying to dig themself into the carpet to fight back against the pain.

you sigh, and let up, instead using your foot to push at his chest, causing him to fall over and onto his back. "take off your clothes, Keigo," you mumble, taking a seat on the bed with crossed legs and staring down at him.

"okay. okay. I will. Just give me a minute!" he pants, tearing off his jacket and shirt as fast as he can. he knows something is coming, you werent playing nice.

you dont give him enough time, he reaches for his pants, and without hesitation you slam your foot into his stomach. he goes tumbling backwards and lands on his side, curling into a ball and panting. his eyes are wide and he is gripping onto his adomen. it surely will leave a huge bruise tomorrow. but thats not what he is worried about, he cant breathe.

"awww, did you get the wind knocked out of you? that's what happens when you move too slow," you tease, as you take in his appearance. he trembles in front of you, looking up at you in fear. tears drip down his cheeks and onto the ground, as he tries and fails to catch his breath.

you giggle at him, padding over to him. he flinches at the footsteps, bracing himself for another kick, but you just begin to unbutton his pants, pulling them down. "useless thing, arent you. cant follow any directions," you coo, now tearing off his boxers.

his cock springs out, tip red and leaking pre cum. "such a pervert! you sick fuck, keigo. who gets hard from getting beat?" you land another slap to his thigh, and his whole body jerks.

you smile at the red handprint, glancing back at him to see him beginning to drool. its coated red from the blood from his cheek and lip. he's is still heaving from the kick, eyes wide, and body gasping for oxygen.

"say Hawks do you get turned on when you are losing against villains? pop a boner like a freak for anyone who hits you?"

his eyes flash to you and he is shaking his head desperately. his words are breathless, "no. no. 'm not a freak!"

a quick, but harsh slap to his cock. he jumps again, globs of tears falling quicker. "fuckkkkk," he whimpers, shaking his head back and forth. his whole body shakes, and fingers dig into his own skin.

"you liar! do you want to be kicked again?"

"no no no no. im sorry. im sorry! im a freak. a pervert who likes to get hit. im sorry," he sobs, reaching for your ankle for comfort. you slap it away and he hisses, rubbing the back of it with a sniffle.

but you smile at him and lean over to sit on his chest. his head is still lolled to the side and his body racks with sobs. "shhhhhhh. so whiny Keigo. thanks for admitting it. my disgusting pervert. here, a reward."

you grab his face, hard enough to bruise, and force him to look up at you. his eyes are half shut in a wince, but he tries to force them open to look at you. you pry his mouth open, lean forward, and drop a glob of spit into his mouth.

he doesnt hesitate to swallow it, opening his mouth up again and sticking his tongue out to show you its gone. "th-thank you," he whimpers, and you smile fondly at him.

you hands trail up and down his down his body, sending vicicoius red raised scratchmarks along his pretty skin. "now, pervert....what should we do to this pretty canvas?"

he grins up at you, tears still dripping, and blood staining his cheeks and lips, but still stars in his eyes. "anything."

bruh