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i love when luffy does this to every other major villain in OP

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spencer reid is the most boyfriend shaped man ever give him to me right now
MORGAN: Where’s the UnSub!?
REID: Just through that door.
MORGAN:
Desk Notes
Summary: Spencer starts leaving you little notes on your desk at work
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU (gn) reader
Category: Fluff
Your morning coffee hadn’t even kicked in yet when you spotted the little square of yellow waiting on your desk.
A sticky note.
You smiled before even reading it—because you already knew whose handwriting it was. Careful, precise, a little rushed at the ends. Spencer’s.
“Did you know honey never spoils? Archaeologists have found pots of it in ancient tombs that are over 3,000 years old and still edible. Sweet, like you.” You felt your cheeks warm as you tucked the note under your keyboard, glancing around the bullpen to make sure no one saw. Spencer was across the room, head ducked over files, pretending he wasn’t watching you.
★ “WRONG PERSON!”
characters: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari
notes: day two of textober! this ones a bit longer than usual lol
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Super blunt reader seeing Ghost for the first time.
"Whats with the mask."
Everyone turns to look. Rookies are usually far too intimidated to talk to Ghost at all, let alone ask about the mask directly."
"Hide my face."
You cross your arms and frown. Squinting at him like you could see through the thing if you tried hard enough.
"You ugly or something?"
Both Soap and Ghost speak at the same time.
"Yes."
"No."
Heyyy can I request Reader ignoring Derek after accidental confessing her feelings to him,and then he finally gets the reader to talk to him. 💜
Tysm for requesting, and I'm so sorry it took me as long as it did to write this. It quite literally reignited my writing tendencies. Hope you like it <3
Warnings: Slightly insecure reader, use of "baby" like once I think, hardly proofread.
Word count: 1146
──★ ˙❤️🔥 ̟ !! Over You (Almost)
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff
You never really meant for anyone to know.
Your crush on Katsuki Bakugo was supposed to stay between you and the four walls of your dorm room — whispered into pillows, tucked beneath journal pages, folded neatly between the lines of every stolen glance and shy smile. It wasn’t loud, not the kind that shouted over rooftops or demanded attention. It was quiet.
But secrets, it turns out, are fragile things in Class 1-A.
It started with a glance that lasted a little too long during training. Then came the way your ears turned red when Bakugo brushed past you in the hallway, and how your voice always went just a touch softer when you addressed him. The others noticed. Of course they did. You were subtle — but not subtle enough.
Soon it became a game.
“Heyyy, did you see Bakugo this morning? He looked extra... explosive.”
“Careful girl, your heart might combust if he yells again.”
“You should confess! Imagine the drama!”
It was relentless — harmless, mostly, but constant. Kaminari and Mina led the charge. Kirishima just chuckled and offered supportive thumbs-ups. Midoriya once offered to help you write a confession letter until you nearly passed out from embarrassment. Even Todoroki, bless him, once asked you plainly at lunch if you were in love with Bakugo. (You choked on your rice.)
But the worst part?
Bakugo didn’t seem to notice.
He didn’t tease you like the others. Didn’t even act like he cared. He treated you the same way he treated everyone else — with that sharp-edged scowl, that bark of a voice, that signature gruffness. It stung more than it should’ve. The quiet pining stretched into months, and somewhere along the way… it began to fray.
You started noticing the ways he didn’t notice you.
You started letting go.
And one day, during a lull in the common room — the others mid-conversation, teasing you yet again — Mina nudged you with a knowing grin and said, “So, how long before you finally ask Bakugo out?”
You looked up, sipped your tea, and shrugged.
“I don’t like him anymore.”
Silence.
You could’ve heard a pin drop. Even the background music from Kaminari’s phone paused like it, too, couldn’t believe what you’d said.
Mina blinked. “Wait. What?”
“I said I don’t like him anymore,” you repeated calmly, like it hadn’t taken you weeks to untangle him from the threads of your heart. “I got over it.”
Someone gasped. Sero dropped his chips. Kirishima straightened in his seat like he’d just witnessed a crime. Even Todoroki raised an eyebrow.
And then — then — you looked up to find Bakugo standing in the doorway.
He hadn’t said anything. You didn’t even know how long he’d been there.
His expression was unreadable, but his eyes — sharp, red, too loud for someone who hadn’t said a word — were fixed on you like you’d just pulled the ground out from under him.
You didn’t flinch. Just smiled, soft and resigned, and turned back to your tea.
He walked away after a beat. Said nothing. Left the room with too much quiet behind him.
But later that night, you found a note slipped beneath your door. No name. No signature.
Just his handwriting.
'When did it stop?'
And beneath that, scribbled faintly like he’d almost erased it:
'Why didn’t you tell me it started?'
playing matchmakers
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
scenario: class a was off on a retreat when they decided that there was no better time to play match makers than now, for their two friends who obviously like each other very much. too bad it only ended up being a colossal of failures.
"alright girls, listen up!"
"boys let's get down to business."
“we all know those two, ahem— heartgoboom. that’s their code name, both like each other correct?"
"our bakubro needs all the help he can get. now he might not say it but everyone with a pair of eyes can see that he has the hots for a certain someone right? everybody who can attest say I—“
“for our plan I was thinking of creating a romantic atmosphere. like getting them to sit next to each other during meal time.”
“my bright idea, heh get it? is to lock them inside the storage room— whose with me?!”
“see it’s all about building up the moment in those unprecedented times making a sure fire way to get them to smooch!“
“then they can totally fuck.”
“if we do this correctly they’ll confess to each other and it’s a mission success!!”
“remember the saying, fuck if we do, fuck if we don’t— let’s fuck!”
“kaminari I don’t think that’s even a saying—“
attempt one: bus ride
maybe you should’ve clocked that a plan was admist but you just didn’t know what it could be. because really for what reason do your classmates have to be cutting you off in the line constantly. mina, tsu, uraraka actually all the girls, heck even koda quietly shuffled infront of you.
honestly you were tethering the edge of snapping so when aoyama ever so dazzlingly went ahead of you, your patience had run thin. about to call him out before you heard shouting from a distance.
“WAIT!!! WAIT BAKUGOU MAN I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT—“ kaminari screamed clinging to the pissed off boy.
“DON’T CARE! DON’T GIVE A SINGLE SHIT! I’M GONNA BE FUCKING LATE SO GET OFF MY DAMN LEG!!”
“PLEASE I HAVE FAMILY!!!!” the electric user desperately yelps.
bakugou only looked at him with a fed up expression.
“WHAT IN THE HELL DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING!!???” he yelled before flinging kaminari into the air.
surprisingly he landed near the entrance of the bus and not the stratosphere so you guessed that was good. it would be too bad if someone funny dissapeared like that but then again another person did get ahead of you so maybe not.
turning around you looked at bakugou, sarcastically asking him if he was gonna cut you off too.
“the fuck? no. I’m not gonna get worked up about fucking seats on the bus.” he snaps getting you a little bit riled up because everything was just annoying you at this point.
“well you don’t have to imply that I’m being childish about it.”
“what? I’m not even saying that. why are you so—“
“what? bitchy?”
“no! when the hell did I even say that!!?”
“you were gonna!”
“that isn’t even tru—“
then a constant stream of arguments stemmed from you two as the perpetrators watched the scene. okay maybe they shouldn’t have annoyed you two too much to the point of getting mad at each other as well.
— MISSION FAILED
attempt two: cooking in pairs? no— cooking in despair
after setting up your things in the designated room you shared with hagakure, you quickly unpacked to head outside and help make lunch. everyone got a choice whether they wanted to help cook or clean afterwards and you of course chose the former, not wanting to deal with the messy tables and plates.
“also you’re paired with bakugou by the way!” she exclaimed from where she sat outside the closet.
“really?” you murmured but didn’t question any further since you did miss the role assigning due to needing to use the bathroom.
stepping outside to the bustling kitchen you neared the cutting area. seeing the mountain of vegetables left totally untouched. where was he?
you thought maybe he’d come a little later but he ended up never coming at all which made you extremely frustrated since he was assigned with you to do the task. to y’know help each other but nooo you had to cut every carrot, every tomato, every potato and damn it the onions are making you tear up.
“heya where’s bakugou?” jiro asked nervously looking around.
“I don’t know, maybe he had better things to do than stay here with me of all people.”
before she could reply a group of steps could be heard coming out of the forest. there, were a few of the boys carrying buckets of water that included the one and only bakugou ‘you’re by yourself’ katsuki.
“well, well, well, look whose here.” you uttered with disdain as they came closer.
the blonde looked at you in confusion and the audacity of it was unreal. since you zeroed in only him you didn’t notice the others with nervous grins and doomed expressions.
“what’s wrong now?” he asked firmly but never with his typical bark even when he’s yelling, not with you.
“nothing. just thought that it could’ve nice if you came and helped me cut some of these up.” you answered sarcastically, annoyance evident in your face.
“so you need help? you could’ve said so. didn’t need to be a brat about it.” he replied in a banterly manner, going to stand next to you but that honestly only made you angrier.
“the nerve of you pisses me of— ugh! you do the rest yourself!!” you yelled before stomping away.
“the fuck just happened.” he muttered staring at your disappearing figure.
the rest could only sigh in defeat while glaring at kaminari who failed to switch with bakugou.
— MISSION FAILED
attempt three: right— no wrong!
after the warm meal what better way to cool off than to take a dip in the nice and refreshing river. putting on your school approved swimsuit you joined the others who were gearing up to play chicken fight.
“oh— whose joining?” you asked after being pulled next to Hagakure near the water.
“all the girls and a couple of the boys! here pick a stick.”
staring at the few multi colored sticks inside the cup you glanced a little longer at the orange colored one. huffing at the fact that you still picked it despite being currently mad at him.
“HOLD ON!!” screamed momo from a few steps away.
“yes?” you wondered, surprised at her unusual outburst.
“I— well ah….so…the thing is….nevermind.” she whispered not wanting to blow their scheme.
right.
turning to look for your partner you saw the boys huddled up and separating, seeming to be done choosing. from what you could see the one with the same color as you was none other than ojiro which you guess wasn’t bad. just not what you were aiming for.
on the other hand the blonde you did want— not that you would admit, who surprisingly even joined was with cheeks as he so annoyingly calls. now that you’re thinking about it everyone gets a deprecating nickname and she gets something cute?! you get it, she really is but damn it didn’t help your growing envy.
even more so when he seemed hellbent on getting your team to lose. with everyone cheering as they won in the end with him looking so smug. as if he successfully achieved his mission.
probably to show off to uraraka.
fuck.
— MISSION FAILED
attempt four: whose your crush?
still upset with him you actively avoided being near him during the night’s bonfire. choosing to sit next to mina instead who brought up playing the ever so popular game of truth or dare.
“so who wants to go first?” she asked cheerfully, glancing at two targets in particular before excitedly announcing bakugou’s name.
“truth or dare?”
“truth.” he answered not even hesitating, probably cause it was the fastest to complete than some dare.
“describe your crush in one word.” she grinned evilly, palms excitedly holding each other.
he took one deep breath, leaning his head up towards the sky. drink a few inches away from his lips that uttered words in a tone different from what they usually hear.
“real fucking cute.”
well that just about sealed your hopes, subconsciously shutting down what’s happening around, not realizing it was your turn.
you really didn’t want to play any games right now but you’re not gonna let bakugou of all people dictate your ability to have fun.
“truth.” you decided, not wanting to do anymore kind of physical labor.
the pink hero hummed as of thinking of a question but immediately bites the bullet.
“who do you like?”
silence fell upon the chatters of your classmate, fire cracking ever so softly. each person on the edge of their seats at your reply.
“I don’t know anymore.” you replied solemnly, which didn’t go unnoticed by the red eyed boy who you made quick eye contact with before looking away.
“oh, well that’s okay! why don’t you ask someone else now?”
“no it’s alright, someone else can have my turn.” you nodded getting up from the log.
“I need to take a breather for a minute.”
with that you left with a certain blonde right at your tail.
“we totally fucked up.” kaminari spoke out loud, the girls looking at him in disagreement.
“we? you were supposed to get him to swap with you on time and they were supposed to be together during the meal preparation!!”
“oh don’t pin the blame on us! whose good idea was it to get them annoyed this morning?!”
“as if it wasn’t you that didn’t tell ojiro about the plan!”
“we didn’t know orange was also his favorite color!!!!”
“that’s no excuse—“
and so a long argument ensued between everybody involved. going back and forth for most of the starry night, leaving the desired pair to deal with the mess unknowingly caused by them.
man, were they shit matchmakers.
— MISSION FAILED
final attempt: the truth
on everything you held dear you tried your best to ignore him calling your name multiple times but you were just so over it all.
“what do you want?” you asked, voice devoid of any warmth.
“tell me what I did wrong.” he spoke honestly, tone holding no kind of anger but a semblance of fear and vulnerability.
but you didn’t reply, feet digging firmly to the soft blades of the grass underneath.
“is it because I like you?”
both of your hands that was wrapped around your shoulders as well as your heart dropped— instantly beating as fast as a bullet train.
“are you sure? cause you have a weird way of showing it.” you grimaced.
his face twisted to a confused look, stepping a little closer to where you were.
“can you tell me the times on how I made you feel that way?” he asked softly, patience almost a hundred percent not given to no one else.
“well first of all this morning you were annoyed at me.”
“I wasn’t. that damned pikachu just put me in a sour mood.”
“I guess he does that often to you. but you also left me to cut most of the vegetables when you were assigned to do it with me.” you reasoned warily.
“what?” he asked, stilling in his spot.
“oh don’t act like you weren’t— hagakure told me so!”
“well she was dead wrong because I was assigned on water duty.”
“what?”
“yeah but that trio of dumbasses kept bothering me to— they kept bothering me to switch with that zappy idiot.” he answered almost like he came to a revelation.
“then what about during the water fight? you were definitely targeting me!”
“only because I didn’t want you on tails’ shoulder as long as you already have.”
“well you described your crush just a couple minutes ago.”
“yeah.” he nodded looking at your pouty face, eyes wobbling near close to tears.
“you said they were cute.” you said sharply, eyes finally meeting his gaze that was fully set on you.
“you are.” he said as if it was a world known fact.
“what?”
“who did you think I was talking about?”
“It’s not uraraka?” you asked to confirm.
“no dumbass. it’s always been you.” he answered pulling you in his arms.
“you’re the dummy!” you yelled sinking further in his chest.
“we can be dumb together then.” he murmured as he rest his chin on top of your head.
the moment being serene and peaceful until a soft cheer could be heard from the bushes.
“woohoo.”
“shut up—“
“can you get new friends?” bakugou asked, eyes shut firmly with a familiar frown.
“I’m sure they mean well.” you muttered, smiling slightly.
“aren’t we your friends too bakubro?!”
“NOT AFTER THE BULLSHIT YOU ALL PULLED— ALMOST MADE ME LOSE MY DAMN GIRL!! FUCK OFF!” he scowled, turning to the culprits as he aimed with his hand burning a familiar glow.
“BAKUGOU NO— WE’RE SORRY!!”
boom.
— MISSION SUCCESS
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bakugou was asleep—until she asked that.
𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff
It was 1:47 AM.
Bakugou was sleeping peacefully, one arm draped over your waist, his breathing slow and steady against the back of your neck.
Then you whispered, “Katsuki…”
He didn’t move.
So you turned to face him and poked his cheek. “Katsuki.”
He groaned lowly, cracking one eye open. “What…”
You smiled sheepishly. “If you had to fight one horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses… which would you pick?”
He stared at you.
In dead silence.
“…You woke me up,” he said slowly, “for that?”
You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Well? Answer.”
Bakugou dragged his hand down his face and muttered, “I’m gonna fight you in a second.”
You laughed softly, and he sighed hard through his nose.
“…The big-ass duck,” he finally grumbled. “Less legs to kick.”
You beamed. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
He closed his eyes again, pulling you back into his chest with a tired grunt.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
You grinned, whispering into his shirt, “I’d pick the duck too.”
“Go to sleep, dumbass.”
But he was smiling.
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Ghost, during a mission that’s going badly: Right, lads. I think we are well and truly fucked
Soap, under his breath: I would be if you’d just give me a chance
Ghost: what
Soap: what
Gaz, frantically reloading: No. Nuh-uh. I’m not dying here. I refuse to let that be the last conversation I hear
Normal conversations to have on the plane
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Y/N, accidently touching the hot stove: Ow, fuck! Price: Y/N, how many times have I told you not to touch hot things? Y/N: But it's fun to touch hot things Simon, from the next room: IM HOT TOUCH ME Price: Gaz: Gaz: EVERY FUCKING TIME JESUS CHRIST-
Gaz: Never have I ever been handcuffed Ghost: *drinks* Soap: You've been arrested LT? Ghost: That wasn't the question Y/N: *chokes*
Y/N: You just said 'I love you' to me Ghost, panicking: I say that all the time! Hey, Soap, I love you! Soap: Aww, I love you too, LT Ghost: See? It means nothing! Soap: Must you be so hurtful?

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Being the only female in 141, but not in the 12 year old wattpadd writer “they all wanna fuck me uwu” way…
cute lil drabble (im sleep deprives as hell)
wc: 243
These men have no idea how to do the most basic tasks, taking care of themselves be damned.
They looked at you like they saw a ghost the first time you sat down with something on your plate that wasn’t a can of corn, beans, tuna or MRE’s. Holy shit, you’re eating from a plate, love!
And it was like you grew three heads when you wiped the table after Gaz spilled water, why didn’t you let it dry? Or that time you had to broom the dead mice out of the safe house. We could have lain down next to them, sweetheart! Oh when you made dinner for them? You won their hearts…
This wasn’t about gender roles, no, you weren’t doing this because you had to. You weren’t the problem for doing it, they were the problem for being so fucking dumb.
“Are you lot some sort of loyalty as in riches, or fucking rags?”
“Wha’?” Simon blurts.
“Are you this incompetent because you’ve never done anything and people did shit for you your entire life, or are you completely useless?” The genuineness in your voice is a shock factor itself, enough to make the captain’s eyebrows raise.
“Lass, are you okay—“
“Soap, you just told me you’ve never held a broom in your life.”
One time, Gaz was cleaning ketchup from the table with rounded motions, smearing it over the table. Your breath hitched. “GARRICK!”
They’re nervous around you since.