RAIDEN

Holy Batman!

He runs his fingers through your hair and feels scabs on your scalp from wounds, he didn't know you got. He doesn't remember you getting hurt and is now very worried.

You didn't want him to know.

Reader x any bsd character you want.

🎀"LITTLE BAMBI EYES"🎀

chuuya nakahara x reader | sfw

cw! implied/referenced abuse, romantic relationship, descriptions of injury, friends to lovers, abuse from an ex lover, gn! reader, hurt comfort

thank you for the request! this felt very fitting for chuuya so I hope you liked this rendition!

It wasn't hard for you not notice how he stilled. Chuuya's fingers lingered atop your head.

Dread seeped in your chest, and the underlining anxiety was laced in your stomach. Eyes watering as you remembered how it happened.

That push to the cabinet. The bruises on your back ached. How that god damn glass bottle came crashing down on your head. The neighbor from across the hall breaking in and taking them down.

Blood gushing and dirtying your head. The neighbor calling the police as his wife held you; comforting you as you cried. Trying to clean your bleeding head.

Never did you tell Chuuya. You're best friend, who was in the damn mafia. Easily you could have told him, and they would have been taken care, but you were too sweet for that.

Neither did you want to bother Chuuya with it.

You dealt with the situation on your own. For days at a time you recovered and spent time with Chuuya when he had the time. Never did he mention it.

The court date echoed in the back of you mind. Having to face them and confront them for they had done.

Chuuya had long ago told you they weren't good for you. You refused his offer of help. You didn't wish to burden him.

His gloved fingers felt the pressure of scabs on your scalp. Hues looking down to see the paint redness and brown of healing marks and dried blood.

In doing so you curled up to avoid his appointing gaze. Your name was said quietly. His voice careful but there was the tone of anger and worry. Angry at who did this to you, and the worry for you.

You said nothing. You're body scottimg away from him. He allowed it and stared at you as you did so.

The TV blared loudly. The blanket on the couch was used to hide your self. Instinctively you reached for your head. An itch from was strong.

You should have left him earlier-

"Hey don't do that." His bigger hands stopped the hand to your scalp. Your face embedded into the blanket, refusing to look at him.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled. Tears flooding down your face. You went to pull your hair but once again he caught your wrists inside him gloved hands. "Stop that."

Your name on his tongue was velvety and gentle. So much kinder than them. "What happened?" Darkness leaked out like water in a broken glass vase. Seeping out in small amounts.

It's up to you stop him from bursting out, and ruining the beautiful wooden table.

You whimpered. Softly you recounted the events of what happened to you. The court date and how terrified you were. Never wanting to burden him with your problems, especially him saying they were bad for you.

You didn't listen.

You had your reasons for staying, but either way he had told you.

Now, look where it lead you.

Hands cupped your face. Leather fabric ruffling as it crunched up. Chuuya's face serious with the fiercest loyalty. "Don't be sorry. Don't blame yourself."

Despite his small frame his embrace was warm. His very hold was overpowering. His short height seemingly bigger than ever. You were small now, and he protected you like a wolf protected its cub.

"Chuuya...But..."

His gloved hand draped over your head and felt those scabs. His leather fingers caught the residue of dried blood from scratching, picking, and pulling.

"You poor thing. Dollface, don't do this. Don't hurt yourself." You've never seen him so soft for you.

He pulled away. Holding your shoulders firm. Worry and concern with loyalty in his hold. Redness in his face. A beating loud heart in both his and yours.

He had harbored his feelings for the longest time.

You held yours, but never left for him. The fear of them doing something to him, if possible, and anyone else scared you. They would follow you to the deepest hell just to torture you.

"I'll be there. At court and be there for you." A head pat to your head. "To be your strength, and you'll stand strong. I know you can."

Tears were shed from you. Your eyes were head. Fat and hot, similar to the blood gushing from your head.

You clung to him. Feeling smaller than ever, but also loved. Chuuya held you close. His heartbeat loud in your eyes as you cried.

Kissing your forehead and rubbing your back.

"I'll be here always. No matter what happens."

𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒!!!

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

GOODNESS INCARNATE

yandere avengers x kryptonian! reader | sfw

CW! male reader, can be seen as either platonic or romantic, toxic behavior, overprotective avengers, obsessive behavior, golden retriever! reader, ambiguous ending

Summary! at some point something fell from earth and crashed into earth. A new hero rises up in the city of Metropolis and catches the eye of Earth’s Mightiest Defenders, and it ends up getting a bit too far.

Part 2 (Coming Soon!)

don’t ask about the timeline or anything call it an au where endgame doesn’t happen :D

Somewhere in Kansas a space shuttle fell to earth. It was never found, but the couple said to be incapable of having children had a child, and a dog too.

A child that was above from normal. That being you. An alien from the planet Krypton that had died. You and your dog, Krypto being the only one of your kind.

The last surviving Kryptonians.

Your new parents were a joy to have. You loved them and they raised you very protectively, and in return you cared for them.

With your strength, and Krypto you helped save your city Metropolis for the first time. The massive billionaire Lex Luthor caused massive damage and almost killed a bunch of people if not for you.

Dressed in blue and red you were a symbol of hope. The S across your chest being a family crest. One of the last of your parents own existence.

The people loved you, and you find the world was interested in you. A hero that came out of nowhere.

And certainly you were loved. Nick Fury couldn’t deny the need to get you on the team of train wrecks.

In fact, it could all be seen all the way to a Spider Boy who could only look at the footage in awe. The hero was someone who Peter Parker aimed to be.

Beside him was Wanda, the Scarlet Witch who looked on with awe in her eyes as well. As a woman who’s gone after bad thing after bad thing she couldn’t help but want goodness.

You were goodness. She could feel it, even if it was through a video.

Tony was apprehensive but even so he never seen someone so good. It was like you never faced horror ever. Your kindness and not a hint of showing off, or playing around while fighting.

Determination.

Captain America; Steve Rogers saw himself in you. Goodness that he could never achieve. One that smiled despite it all, while somberness swallowed him into a boastful mouth.

Bucky would have to agree. He was smiling once back then, and you were literal sunshine. A smile on those lips with such natural strength, and treating civilians with such kindness.

Thor found you adorable, and could feel that you were worthy of his hammer. Even through videos of you he felt like you were worthy. Absolutely beautiful he also thought. What man could fly through the air so gracefully like that. Without a care, and just as quick.

Natasha and Clint admired you. Albeit maybe it was a sense of something they never got. A man who hadn’t ever killed in his life, and was smiling. A sense of light they never got, and there you were.

Sunshine for them to bask themselves in.

Bruce felt wary but you were strong. No anger seemed to be in your body. Surely yes you seemed angry at Lex Luthor but that was for obvious reasons. You weren’t always angry like him. Angry only when necessary, unlike him.

Control of yourself is what you had.

A semblance of this world is that it was corrupt. A source of true good like you, and while you weren’t of them you believed in good.

Good in human beings.

The avengers knew better.

So when you’re recruited they aimed to make sure you’d ease into that reality. When offered the chance you jumped at it.

Imagine the surprise when Krypto arrived by your side. The avengers were no less taken aback and flustered.

You smiled big and wide. Nothing to hide and kind to them all.

Unbeknownst to you the immediate thought of you changed. A being that was good and needed to be protected. This group had been through terrible things, and it brought them down.

Made them turn darker.

Wanda knew that better than anyone.

Bucky hated himself for it.

Peter remembered the days when people knew of him, and how in those last moments back then he almost committed true murder.

They hid it well.

Steve would greet you with open arms and a welcoming smile, “Welcome to the team!” He would pat you on the shoulder. He would blink when it felt like metal.

You would laugh brightly, and saying a lot of people said that. Although it wasn’t like you were gonna say you were an alien. Not yet anyway.

They would find out anyway. Thanking Wanda for that, for she read your mind.

Imagine the wonder Peter had when he talked to you. Over the years now that he was Spider-Man he had lost his once happy attitude in being a hero.

You a little older than him was still hopeful, and hadn’t started as a teenager. You were hopeful and Peter couldn’t help but admire you. That smile; the one he lost and you still had it.

You can’t blame him when he stole one of your notebooks. The pages had tons of notes of your perceived faults and self-hatred. Don’t blame him when he shows Steve and Tony.

Don’t mind the confusion when the entire team is praising you more than usual. Any time you lift something instead of the Hulk Bruce smiles. His anger dismissed and he’s praising you despite his shy nature.

Don’t be surprised when you get hurt and spit blood that you get tested by the scientist. Tony even going as far as tweaking your suit to make sure you’re more protected. It was sweet, but useless venture to say you didn’t need it.

Of course you needed it. You were young, and even had fewer experience than Peter. You had no idea what you were talking about. Bruce and Tony were older.

They knew better, and told you that.

Naively, you shrugged it off. Krypto would only tilt his head at the them, and albeit he became much more close to you.

Wanda didn’t seem to like the change.

Once or twice Krypto would stare at her. ‘Try it.’ The dog was protective and a nuisance. He could feel the darkness. The woman was more susceptible to the darkness. The obsession of getting you to herself.

The others so far, Bruce and Tony already got hands on you when you got injured. Although never really seemed to look into your mind. What if you got brain damage?

She could fix it. Her magic would change it from affecting you. Peter had too much time with you. She was more your age, so you should be with her.

In a way you reminded her of Vision. Kind and understanding. Normalcy that she begged for and clung to.

Maybe she could change the dog but you would notice. It would make you sad, and she didn’t want that. Surely she was wanting you to herself, but your happiness also mattered.

She would be careful.

Get Krypto’s trust was her plan.

The two who have killed before were floored with the kindness. With the protectiveness you gave them.

In act of almost being killed you rang over them with your huge size and protecting them in the blast. Your scream of pain was loud in their ears.

Thor heard it loud and clear. The enemy was on the floor in seconds. Too brutal for normal, and you questioned Thor.

The god gave an excuse that you completely fell for. Too sweet and naive for this world. A sheltered kid in the Midwest fields, with protective parents.

Still too unforgiving of this horrible world.

Thor couldn’t tell you that he almost aimed to kill the attacker.

Natasha would share a look with him.

They knew. Murder was out of the question, but when you screamed like that they knew that maybe maiming was the move. Clint would talk to you as the two discussed what to do with the assailant.

Hearing the news Bucky would want to check over your wounds. There were none but it didn't stop him from getting those mental fingers on your bare skin.

You would shiver. Cold against your warm skin. Shining like the sun Bucky would think. Steve would look too.

A body like his own and invincible to harm.

At least they thought.

Kryptonite was horrible. Lex Luthor's laugh haunted them. You on the floor and holding your chest. Blood flowing from your mouth and a bullet in your chest.

Bruce was terrified.

Peter and Wanda beside themselves.

And so when you awake from your slumber don't ask about the disappearance of Lex Luthor. Don't ask why you can't hear his distinct heat beat.

Don't ask your still on bed rest, and Krypto is so much more hostile towards everyone now. Wary of Wanda and her glares to your dog.

Don't ask why Bruce's lingering touch stayed.

Don't ask why your mind seemed played with.

Don't bother with the protective members who've been known to kill before to be so close to you.

Don’t tell Peter to leave your side. Don't ask Steve to stop defending your city, Metropolis.

All the avengers ask of you is to keep that smile on your face no matter how confused you are.

To keep there goodness, and to never be corrupted.

To be good.

PREACH 🙏

I could write a full-on essay on this. I might honestly

I just really miss pre 2000s Batman. The one that didn’t abuse the kids he saved up from abusive homes and from the streets, the one that loved and raised them. That mourned them and grieved hard enough Alfred thought Bruce would kill himself. Yes he trained them and pushed them to the brink but he still loved them. Ferociously. Step to his family and he steps to you in his 300,000 dollar rich man loafers.

KISS OF AN ANGEL

akiko yosano x reader | sfw

Cw! description of injuries, yosano backstory, gn! reader, romantic leaning, hurt comfort

The way she called your name haunted you.

The pain was unbearable and that scream of hers was unforgettable.

She called for you as she grabbed onto your body. Hers close to you. Blood seeped into her white blouse and stained her skin.

She was crying.

Butterflies flew around you. Your wounds healing and now no scars flooded your body. "Honey!" Yosano cried and cried.

Her gloved hands hold you close to her body. She loved you and she couldn't dare lose you.

Awake and alive you blinked. Your hands moved to hold her as she cried. Your mind jumbled and truly traumatized by the act of almost dying.

Recognized the horrors those soldiers felt.

But you'd never fault your dear angel for that. She was a child and was doing what she was told.

You hated seeing her cry. You didn't want to see her cry.

"I'm okay..."

Her eyes shot open seeing you alive and well. "You damn idiot." She held you in her lap. Her lips caught yours in a passionate one.

Her gloved hands clung to you tightly, never daring to ever let go again. "Please don't leave me." She begged you.

You softly sighed. A sweet smile crossed your lips as your hands ran through her locks, "Of course my angel."

"Tch, your so corny." You giggled feeling her lips kiss your cheek. You felt the wetness of her lipstick and tears mixed together on her cheeks.

You clung to her chest as she held you tightly.

She was your guardian angel, and you were her fruitless follower who'd do anything to keep her happy.

To stay alive and make her happy. Her eyes and lips. Her personality and everything she went through. Your Akiko was perfect.

She kissed you again and you relished in it.

Feeling at peace despite the destruction around you.

Can you do a request for Kitana x Faerie Reader?

When Kitana meets a very tiny Faerie from the Hanging Garden of Outworld. That the Faerie is come from the woods

WONDROUS

kitana x faerie! reader | sfw

CW! gn reader, kitana being cute, fluffy, ambiguous ending, mild angst, referenced purging of said faerie race

Summary! It was a known fact that faeries were extinct in Outworld, but as luck would have it Kitana has seemed to find one alive

thank you for the request!

Kitana’s eyes were wide when she saw the sight of a tiny little thing with wings. Glitter like in the color of gold surrounding them.

A faerie right in front of her.

Wonder filled her eyes. That same child like wonder a younger Edenian would have. Stories that Sindel, her mother would tell her. The stories of creatures in Outworld called Faeries.

Long ago they ruled the Living Forest once. Guarding it, but it merchants wanted a piece. They were powerful despite the small size.

They were captured like butterflies, like in Earth Realm, and harvested for their wings. A pretty penny was sought after if you came with a faerie, and an even bigger amount of money would be given if it was a live one.

It was only until that Lord Liu Kang and her father got a stop to the purging. Unfortunately it was too late as it looked the last of the Faeries were slaughtered.

It was story that always brought tears to Kitana and her sister, Mileena. Always questioning why such cruelty was brought to such a beautiful and powerful race. A race that only wanted peace and to live.

Sindel didn’t know why, and only saying that Outworld was a cruel world before her husband and Liu Kang changed everything.

And now Kitana was looking at Faerie right in front of her after thinking the entire race was wiped out.

It was before long she realized that you were staring right at her. Tilting your tiny head in curiosity.

“Hello?” Kitana mumbled out cautiously. Everyone of every race took part in the carnage, and no doubt she didn’t want to scare you away.

It was always her dream to one day meet one, and believed it would never happen. It was her chance. Fulfill her childhood wonder because a Faerie was right in front of her.

Only a bell sound came from you.

She remembered that faeries sounded like bells to all Outworlders. "I'm Kitana. Princess of Outworld." She bowed to you. She pulled down her mask to reveal her lips to you.

You; came down from your porch. A hanging flower from the garden in the palace. Never did Kitana expect to find a faerie alive, and no less in her garden.

A bell came from you.

Holding out a finger you stepped and sat on it. Kitana's face came close and found a smile on your face. One hopeful and bright.

Hope that she was a kind person who wouldn't kill you for a penny.

"Sister! Where are you!?" Mileena's voice called out from somewhere else in the garden.

You jumped at the sound of her sister. Hiding in Kitana's hair with a shaken body. Slowly Kitana lifted her finger and petted your tiny head.

Soft hair and soft flowers touching the palm of her index finger. "It's okay, my friend. Just my sister, beloved empress."

Your face expressed something different. "I promise." A gentle smile was sent your way from the princess.

Your brows raised and a soft smile crossed your lips. You spoke and a bell followed. Cheerful and not at all doubtful.

A wonderful beginning to a wonderful friendship.

Perhaps there were more faeries living like you. Maybe then the world would be able to meet a race that was deemed extinct.

Kitana giggled as you nuzzled into your cheeks for comfort as Mileena's call for Kitana got louder.

Kitana felt good about the greatness of Outworld this day.

can you write gentle fem reader x bottom dazai smut…,.

FAIR SKIN AND RED ROPE

osamu dazai x reader | nsfw

cw! female reader, bottom dazai, shibari, SO SOFT sex, implied multiple rounds, vaginal sex, dacryphilia, soft femdom reader, mention of self-harm scars, slight pain kink, unprotected sex

thank you for the request! usually when I write reader I put myself into them which is just sub reader but imma try top reader just for you <3

"Oh sweet baby~"

Your hips bounced against his own. Wrist flicking back; holding the red rope tight. A moan came down from the man below you.

He moaned your name. You didn't miss the way tears rolled down his face due to the immense pleasure of rope against his skin, and your tight heat around him.

White was across his stomach, and some into the crevices in his skin. He was twitching wildly and overstimulated, as you were.

So sore and red but you couldn't stop yourself. You needed him and he needed you.

"Osamu~"

Your hands trailed down the rope that dug into the man's skin. He moaned at you subtle touch. His hips writhing up which caused a loud moan from you.

"Stop that!" You lightly slapped his thigh, and your grip on the rope tightened. He moaned from the slight pain erupting from the rope digging in. "You gotta behave, honey." You caressed his face so sweetly.

"Beladonna!" His lips caught you a sweet and passionate kiss. "You're so good for me." You hand petted his hair as your hips slammed down on him. Your own weight crashing down on his rather weak body (at the moment).

On any normal day, he'd overpower you, but right it was you who was in control.

Tears crying from everything. From your tight walls to your sweet praise Dazai drooled like a dog. His arms were weak and asleep painfully from not being able to use them.

He found himself loving to be at your beck and call. Beneath you and worshipping you, for you were found to be his everything.

"C'mon, cum for me, Osamu." You moaned for him. Your own legs shaking as you chased for your own release as well. "Do it." You're hands played with his hair as he sobbed from the pleasure.

It was too much and he loved it. "Ah- Bela!"

He was too sweet, despite his monstrous past. You loved this changed man and he was utterly weak against your gentle touch.

You shuddered as you came with him. Osamu's head back with a strained noise coming from him.

You lightly giggled. Coming down on his you kissed his neck and moved down to bite a hickey into his scarred neck. Your hands trailed down sides.

He moaned strangled as your hips began to grind on his soft cock between your hot walls. "Fuck!" He cried.

You only laughed.

"Be a good boy for me, would ya?"

My name is mahmoud mohammed jaafar jaafar i studied computer engineering and graduated from university in 2023 i worked as a software engineer in a local company here in gaza unit the war started, then the company got destroyed and became unemployed and our house is destroyed partially and became inhabitant to live in but nevertheless we stayed in it because we do not else to go i currently live in north gaza where is a scarcity of food and i have 3 brothers and 4 sister one of them died while he was trying to find food for the family so i am the eldest in my family now i have to provide a living for them

Any amount you give me will help me a lot in supporting my family in Gaza in light of the fear and lack of food, medicine and drink

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Help Mahmoud Support His Family

My name is Mahmoud Mohammed Jaafar Jaafar. I studied computer engineering and graduated from university in 2023 i worked as a software engin

Any amount you give me will help me a lot, even if it is $10.