You know how in the epilogue John works on Mr Geddes ranch and the wife invites him inside the house (basically hinting at you know what) well that sparked an idea for a request. Could you do an Arthur fic where the reader is in a similar situation where she isn’t on good terms with her husband and she knows he’s cheating on her so after Arthur starts working on their farm she takes a liking to him and they have sex.
Sugar On My Tongue
(Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Smut)
FINALLY UPLOADING A ONE SHOT YALL
Warnings: smut, infidelity
You found it hilarious that people thought you and your husband were the perfect couple based solely on looks. During the celebration following your wedding, his brother loudly and drunkenly declared just how attractive the two of you were, “a genetic match made in heaven.” he said, his words slurring together with noticeable envy. Later that night, his brother would have attempted to put a hand on your ass before throwing up in the grass behind your ranch.
The two of you were needlessly attractive, and in your days working as a handmaid, you would have bragged endlessly about what a catch you got. Your fellow handmaids would’ve also raved on about just how good-looking he was, expressing their jealousy through lighthearted jokes. The wealth he possessed was another determining factor of your marriage to him. You supposed marrying him was worth it for his massive ranch alone. However, the real problems began just mere months after your wedding ceremony. What should have marked a beautiful beginning to your lives together quickly deteriorated into something else.
The ring on your husband's finger didn’t seem to slow the frenetic pace at which he flirted with women and picked them up, never in the comfort of your own home but under the guise that he was headed into town to take care of business. You often wanted to argue back that all the business that needed doing was here on the ranch, but you did not want to risk your life of comfort. Part of you learned to put up with it only because it meant you could sit around all day, spend your husband's money, and watch loads of sweaty men work around your ranch. In the same vein as your husband's infidelity, his time away from the ranch meant being able to flirt with the ranch hands subtly.
You were well aware of how attractive you were and were more than well aware that the ranch hands thought the same of you. You’d feel their leering gazes whenever you bent over to pick something up, the whole world suddenly stopping behind you just to stare at your ass. You found enjoyment in the act of undoing the top buttons of your shirt to expose your cleavage before heading out the doorway of your home, looking straight ahead while doing your best strut past the working hands. You would smirk openly as you heard their chatter between each other die down and fall silent, feeling all their eyes transfer to you as you walked past. Once you were several feet away, you’d hear the low whistles of the men, followed by their lewd comments: “She’s smoking hot.” “If I had a wife like her, hell, I’d be home all the time.” “Too bad she’s married to the ranch owner.”
You knew this was the mindset you had to conquer in Arthur’s mind. In your conquest of the new aforementioned ranch hand, you had to rid him of the idea that what you were doing was wrong; it’d appear more as taboo flirting than actual infidelity. Arthur could also be described as needlessly attractive. He seemed to highlight every aspect that made up exactly what it was that you loved so much about your ranch hands: his sultry low drawl, his big arms with bulging biceps that would flex from any form of strain, his rough hands, callused from all the work he had done in his life, his full beard that he’d occasionally trimmed down to a fine stubble, and his wonderfully welcoming gentle blue eyes that contrasted every other bit of his begin. The sweat on his skin made him appear glossy and slick, and you’d taken a liking to the fantasy of licking his entire body clean of it. The perfect cherry on top.
At times you wished your urges for the man would remain dormant, but the silent cries from between your legs were hummed just loud enough that you were constantly aware of them; like a soundtrack to whatever it was you were trying to do with Arthur. And every time you ventured outside your ranch home, you’d spot Arthur in the distance, splashing his face with water and watching the way the droplets of water raced down his jaw and neck to see which was lucky enough to make it under the collar of his shirt first. Other times you’d see him shoveling dirt or hay, and you’d focus solely on the way his hands and arms worked. Your favorite was being able to watch him heave large sacks over his shoulders, often multiple at once. By the end of the day, the scent of Arthur’s sweat as he stood by you or walked past you was so pungent that it clung to your nostrils and made you dizzy with desire.
You clung onto the hope that during one of these encounters, you might come across the best scenario possible: Arthur fixing a fence at noon when the sun was highest in the sky, freckles of blown dirt sticking to his sweaty shirtless torso, his dirt-stained denim jeans hanging lowly on his hips; one tug away from freedom. Your husband gone. In that case, you might be able to stumble across his working form and feign concern for his sunburnt skin. Would he mind taking a break? Allowing you to take him into your home for a cold glass of water? You’d been in the sun all day, you were both likely parched.
Your greatest bouts of confidence came during moments when you were able to find yourself alone with Arthur. You knew seducing any of the other ranch hands would be ridiculously easy, but Arthur had a little resistance to him, and you loved a little challenge. You pounced on the opportunity to talk to Arthur when you saw him standing inside the stables, soaked in sweat from head to toe while trying to evade the sun’s harsh rays in the shade provided. You saw him wipe his sweat off on the back of his sleeve, feeling as though it was a blatant misuse of a precious resource. ‘No!’ you wanted to shout ‘Don’t wipe it off! Let me clean it off you!’
“Real hot today isn’t it, Mr. Morgan?” You sauntered up behind Arthur, leaning your weight on the door of one of the stables. He pitched his pitchfork against a wall and turned back before smiling politely at you.
“Certainly is, Miss. Why ain’t you inside, huh? You could get sunburnt.” Arthur warned, which you found incredibly endearing. It could’ve been just a simple show of concern, but you believed it to be far more than that. It sounded more to you like a declaration of love.
“I just like making my rounds around the ranch, taking nice walks. It is my ranch after all.” You reminded. You found that an admonition of your position of power around here would cement you as someone with far more influence than any of your hands. It proved effective, as Arthur began nodding in understanding.
“Right, my apologies, Miss.” He said, bowing his head slightly.
“No need to apologize, say, do you wanna come into the house for a cold beer? Sure seems like you need to cool off.” Not just a beer, a cold beer. You had a way with words. How many hours had Arthur worked in the field, the skin of his back stinging from cruel sunburns while his vision blurred from his own sweat dripping into his eyes, parched beyond any relief the tepid tap water could provide, dreaming of a really cold beer? You shifted your weight onto one hip and allowed a small smirk to crawl onto your face. You began to shed all polite pretenses as you looked Arthur up and down, reveling in the way his body noticeably tensed. You weren’t being too forthcoming, but just enough that if Arthur decided to come onto you, you’d be doing him a great favor by entertaining his advances.
“I don’t think I should, Miss, I-”
“Nonsense! You live on this ranch, after all, I see no harm in stepping inside my house. Especially since I’m allowing it.”
Arthur looked at you hesitantly, then quickly around him as if he didn’t want anyone to see him talking to you. Arthur wasn’t oblivious to the fact that every single ranch hand found you attractive, as well as himself. He just didn’t want to receive an endless stream of questioning as to why and what he was talking to you about.
“If you insist.” He said, removing his hat from his head and following you out the stable.
“I’m more than happy to.” You smiled, blithely patting his shoulders before sliding your hand down his arm. You passed it off with clueless laughter, shivering at the feeling of his eyes on your backside. Arthur fiddled with his fingers as he followed you up the path to your house. The glaring sun made the green grass appear brighter, creating a luminous passage toward salvation.
The sounds of your footsteps up the wooden porch pulled him out of a trance he didn’t realize he was in. Arthur looked up at you from the bottom of the steps, still hesitant to make his way up. You looked down at him from where you stood, reveling in the faux height difference that made you far taller than he was; you felt half god to his mortal.
“Come on,” You beckoned. “It’s just my house.” You shrugged and smiled, your lips twitching in an attempt to hold back a smirk. Arthur took one last cautionary glance around before finally making his way up. You opened the door and allowed Arthur to walk in first, stepping inside afterward with a large smile. The sound of the metal clanking as the bolt shut into place felt like a small kick in your loins that spurred you on in your pursuit.
Arthur stood awkwardly in the center of the living area as he looked around. He became hyper-aware of his limbs, his arms hovering over his torso, unsure what to do next. You walked past him and smiled at him, motioning with your hand for him to follow you.
You led him to your ornately papered kitchen, making a show of bending over in front of him to retrieve the box of chilled beers below the counter. You set the heavy box down on the table, digging a beer out, and popping the lid off on the corner of the table. Froth rose from the beer bottle, sliding over your hand and soaking the skin. Arthur watched, as if hypnotized, as the foam slid over and dripped onto your floor. He swallowed hard and squinted his eyes, the kitchen window behind you draping you in a soft sheet of sunlight as you eclipsed it; only adding to your godly image. Your movements seemed to play in slow motion as you stretched your arm out and handed Arthur the beer. Every turn or twitch of a limb felt somnambulant, his arm feeling like a sandbag as he lifted it and took the beer from your dainty hand.
The condensation, combined with Arthur’s nerves, caused the bottle to slip from his hand and crash on the floor. The shattering sound caused Arthur to snap out of his daze, as thought it more some sort of anecdote to the hypnosis he was under.
“Oh, Miss, I’m so sorry.” Arthur crouched down and began gathering the large pieces of glass in his hand, afraid of the possibility that if he looked up, he might see your disappointed face. Being able to step inside your home to be able to enjoy a cold beer already felt like a blessing. You bent down in front of him, placing your lithe hands on his wrists. He looked up at you, swallowing hard and preparing for any chastising he would receive. But it never came.
“It’s okay. I’ll clean it up. It’s my fault anyways, I should’ve wiped it down before I handed it to you.” Normally, Arthur would have argued back, but he seemed to fall under your spell again. It was as if against his own will, he let the glass side from his palms onto the ground again and rose. You looked up at him with a smile, still kneeling before him. Arthur felt his cock twitch.
“Why don’t you go sit down at the table over there? I’ll get you a new beer.” You smiled a bit longer, watching for any signs of refusal before getting back to cleaning up the mess. You waited for the view of Arthur’s boots to disappear from your peripheral before you decided to dispose of the glass in the trash. You turned your back to retrieve another beer, hearing the scrape of a chair against the floor. You took the opportunity to unbutton two extra buttons from your shirt so that it hung open and exposed some cleavage. You expected him to stare at you as you spoke inane details about how the ranch was doing in terms of business, then you could act surprised that his gaze had med your open shirt and possibly get a confession that he was indeed looking at your chest—information you’d pretend to find so overly flattering you’d offer to give him an even better look.
The moment you turned around to face him, beer and bottle opener in hand, you caught his eyes flickering to your chest before quickly looking away. You would’ve passed it off as sneaky if not for the fact you were actively seeking for him to look. You walked closer, grinning widely and continuing to approach him until you stood closely next to where he sat, perhaps too close for comfort. Your hip bone brushed against his arm, something you pretended not to notice—you also pretended not to notice the way he shifted in his seat, trying his best to keep his gaze on the table.
You popped the cap off the bottle, handing it to Arthur and ensuring he had a firm grasp on it. Arthur thanked you quietly before taking a sip. For the first time since Arthur entered your home, he felt comfortable and almost content as he sipped the beer. He took a large swig, his nerves washed away by the golden liquid as he allowed himself to slump in his chair. It was almost enough to make him forget that you still stood closely by his side, your hip pressed into his tricep at this point.
Arthur continued to drink, trying to ignore the satisfied smile on your face that bordered on unnerving. He nearly dropped the bottle again when he felt your hand slide onto his shoulder before giving it a heavy and firm squeeze, full of intent. He nearly convinced himself he was hallucinating, hesitant to look up. Was this all just a mirage he had dreamt up, brought about by the scorching heat? But as your hand slid down to his firm bicep, delivering a gentle squeeze, it was confirmed to him that this was real.
“Miss… What are you doing?” Despite having downed an entire bottle of beer, Arthur’s throat became instantly dry. He finally willed himself to look up at you, a chill wracking through his body when he made eye contact with your icy eyes. Eyes colder than any drink you could offer him, and it suggested that perhaps, you had something that could quench his thirst better than any drink as well.
“Why don’t we celebrate a little more?” You swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, maintaining that same innocent smile. But the two of you were beyond the point of ignorance for what this was leading to; all it would take for this to escalate was for someone to say it.
Your other hand slid around his shoulder, both of your hands coming to knead at his shoulders. You skillfully worked the muscles in his shoulders, making occasional comments about how hardworking he must be in order to be this tense. Meanwhile, Arthur sat in his seat, trying to weigh out in his head whether this was okay or if this was already too far. How much farther would this get? Would it go beyond the point of being able to say he didn’t engage in adultery? How long would your husband be gone for? Would he find out? You could say Arthur came onto you and he’d have no reason not to believe you.
“Miss, I really don’t think I should be here anymore.” He didn’t turn to face you, occupying himself with playing with the bottle.
“Why not?”
Arthur was unsure of how to proceed. There was no way he was reading your signals wrong. You were feeling his chest up at this point, and so far, he’d made no movements to get your hands off of him. He’d be lying if he said part of him didn’t enjoy this. But what if he was reading this wrong? But how could he? It couldn’t have been more in his face.
“Well, you’re… married…” He finally mustered up. Being reminded of your husband at a time you were supposed to be enjoying yourself nearly drove you to anger. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, confirming something in Arthur’s head.
“Let’s not be dumb here.” There was a sudden seriousness in your voice that made Arthur nervous. “I’m tired of looking dumb to everyone on the farm while my husband goes out and fucks some birds in town.” You squeezed Arthur’s shoulder and moved around his body to face him now. Perhaps it was your honesty or your assertiveness, but not much else needed to be said. There was a sacred moment of understanding between the two of you that did not need to be verbalized.
When your husband later found out, you wouldn’t have been able to recount to him the details of the time it took to get from the kitchen table to your shared bed. Time sped up the instant you crashed your lips onto Arthur’s, any tinge of hesitance leaving him as he kissed back hungrily. He gripped either side of your button-up and yanked, causing buttons to fly all over the bedroom floor—buttons you never bothered to pick up. You wore no chemise that day, so Arthur got an instant eyeful of your bare breasts. Arthur worked his shirt off while you slid off your skirt and drawers, leaving you completely naked. Arthur himself was only wearing his jeans at this point.
You wasted no time in pushing Arthur on his back, the same spot where your husband slept; he had a moment of clarity when his head hit the pillow where he realized just how quickly this was moving. But before he could reach the point in his train of thought where he would begin defusing this sexually charged situation, you were on all fours facing him. You lowered yourself onto your elbows as you began undoing his belt buckle, sliding the leather out the loops of his jeans and discarding it next to the bed. You hastily undid his button and zipper, making Arthur feel like he was being pounced on by a panther in the woods, ready to be mauled by your lust and desire.
Arthur rested his body weight on his elbows and watched you pull his cock out, looking on in amusement as you gawked at its size and held it next to your face in comparison. His breath caught in his throat when you licked up the side of his cock, reaching the tip and spitting a fat glob of saliva, allowing it to slide down his shaft. The two of you watched it in mesmerization before you began slathering his cock with it, swiping your thumb over his tip and circling your pad on it.
You lowered your head onto his cock, your hair coming down and framing your face while you sucked him off like curtains to a show. Arthur eyed the way your ass lifted in the air, curving into a perfect heart shape that was begging to be slapped. You wasted no time shoving his cock all the way to the back of your throat, swallowing around him as you tried to ease away a gag. You salivated around him, your body’s attempt to aid you. You slid your head back up slowly until breathing became difficult, various strings of saliva connecting you to his tip as you sucked in a breath. The strings broke and dripped down your chin, the sight so filthy and lewd Arthur almost didn’t feel bad about this.
You licked up the side of his cock before reaching the tip and licking down again. You repeated the same motion while maintaining eye contact, smiling widely as you did so. Arthur was utterly debauched, his limbs feeling too jelly-like to continue to hold himself up. He crossed his arms behind his head, relaxing fully and claiming your husband’s spot like he was the new lion that crawled into the den. You began deepthroating Arthur, bobbing your head up and down as you moaned around him. You had never blown your husband with such vigor, and much recently, you had begun refusing to sleep with him. Probably spurring him on to keep seeking out sex work. But you couldn’t care less about his history of infidelity at this moment. You could only focus on the way Arthur's face contorted and tipped back in pleasure, his lips parting to pant.
You lifted your head from Arthur, wiping your mouth on the back of your arm and eyeing him. The two of you synchronized as you climbed on top of Arthur, his hands taking hold of your own as he guided you on top of him. Arthur watched you take his glistening cock and line it up with your cunt, and in the blink of an eye, you had sunk down fully onto him.
Arthur’s eyes went wide as he watched you instantly begin to ride him, not taking a second to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Your moans began loudly, throwing your head back as you bounced yourself on his lap. You supposed this was a bigger moment than this was for Arthur. A sense of control washing over you, feeling more powerful than ever. You imagined your husband’s face if he were to walk in. The horror that would cross his features.
“Oh fuck! This is so much better than my husband…” You gasped. You gripped his shoulders and supported yourself on his, the burning in your legs increasing as you continued to ride him. Arthur eventually gripped your hips, moving you up and down with much greater force. Initially, it felt like you were fucking yourself on Arthur, but now it felt like he was the one fucking you.
Your bodies move in tandem, heavy moans and pants and groans filling the room. The sheer scandalousness of it all tipped you over as you came all over his cock. You continued to ride Arthur, despite having been satiated yourself, set on having him cum inside you.
“Finish inside me.” You demanded. His thrusts stuttered, a tinge of bewilderment in his eyes.
“Are you sure? What if-”
“Just do it, dammit.” You said through grit teeth.
After a few more minutes of thrusting, Arthur emptied himself inside you, your cunt now a spent pool of pleasure. It felt as though a deep itch inside you had finally been scratched, and Arthur began to wonder how long you had been planning something like this or if this happened completely by chance.
Golden rays began pouring in from your bedroom window, indicating a lot of time had passed. To the two of you, it felt so short. Your body shone with the afterglow of sex, the sweat glistening on your skin. You had never looked so heavenly. Arthur allowed you to be his god for the day, his savior. To you, godhood was just like girlhood, begging to be seen.
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Dec. 12, 2023: Biden describes Israel's military conduct as "indiscriminate bombing" (Source: Associated Press)
Dec. 21, 2023: NYT Investigation confirms Israel "routinely" bombs "areas it designated safe for civilians" (Source: NYT)
Dec. 29, 2023: Despite the well-documented war crimes against Palestinians and the humanitarian catastrophe inflicted by Israel ... *the US sends more weapons*
(Source: Associated Press)
This is not defense, this is not justice, this is an affront to international law. Palestinians are being decimated at this very moment.
ISRAEL MUST STOP THE CARNAGE. THE U.S. MUST STOP THE COMPLICITY.
I haven't seen Palestinians or Gaza trending on Tumblr for the past several days — we can't lose momentum. DON'T LOOK AWAY. KEEP UP PUBLIC PRESSURE. PUSH FOR PEACE.
A/N: Happy New Year, everyone :) I finished writing this while I was recovering from a hangover, so hopefully it doesn't feel too rushed. I realized halfway through the story that the fanfic might be getting too long, so I've decided to cut it into smaller chapters. Hope that's okay!
Many years ago, before you were tasked with traveling around the world and spreading the word of the Hidden Ones, you and Basim were attached at the hip.
It was bound to happen. Two young novices, both taken under the wing of the assassins at a relatively young age and bearing a relentless thirst to prove the world what they were made of. Your personalities clashed at first; training under the same tutor would prove to be a disaster. Thus, for the sake of balance, you were mentored by Rayhan’s teachings whereas Basim was trained by Roshan.
You took training seriously – not that Basim didn’t, but it wasn’t in your nature to indulge in large gatherings at night. Roshan was just like you in that regard; but you were not her ward, and your actual mentor had different plans in mind for you. Instead of retreating to your tent by sunset, Rayhan urged you to join the bonfire of rowdy novices. It is there that you come to know Basim properly, and like the fire that crackles every night, a spark ignites between the two of you.
It starts off small – you spar together, wooden swords in hand as you dance around each other; but then training escalates into gifts and spending time together at night, long after your peers have fallen into a deep slumber. You undergo the ceremony together, showing off your hidden blades and new robes to each other. Basim jokes that you have to put these things to use, and suggests patrolling together from time to time; but even once your duty is over, you come to rest together by the bonfire once more. For you, it’s a sacred ritual. A time for the both of you to bask in the silence of the night and just exist. He tells you stories of his childhood as he pokes at the embers, the stars in the sky, the world he’s always wished to travel and see with his own eyes; words meant for you alone. During one of those nights, comforted by the warmth and light cast by the fire, you share your first kiss. It’s gentle, inviting, and safe – there is no rush, and no words are exchanged for the rest of the night; but you figure he has no regrets from the giddy grin that adorns his face, and the longing glances he sends your way the next morning.
Basim is a bit cheeky by nature, you’re aware of this. Wherever you go, his hands follow, and if your duties keep you apart for far too long, he comes to whisk you away. That kiss by the bonfire turns into two, then three, and then you lose count. He steals kisses from you when others aren’t looking, brushes his hand against yours when you walk past; and like a spell a witch has cast on you, you start seeking him out too. Basim notices, and he can’t help but smirk everytime you linger close to him. It warms his heart, really; and the feeling only intensifies when you both learn you’re being sent to Baghdad to dismantle the order of the Ancient Ones together.
Baghdad gives you mixed feelings to this day. You know the man has been plagued by nightmares in his past, but neither of you are expecting them to return and throw him off balance the way they have. He struggles to sleep, and you start to worry when he talks to himself or thrashes around at night.
He never quite speaks of what he sees. He claims he doesn’t understand it himself, even after so long, and continuously apologizes for waking you up. You tell him you don’t care about being woken up, relishing the warmth of his hand which clings to yours for comfort, and you’re awarded with a squeeze. The assassin’s headquarters are a safe haven for you, and Basim releases a relieved sigh before pressing his lips against yours. This kiss pales in comparison to all the other ones back in Alamut – they were fleeting, teasing even, whereas this one is slow and drawn out. It grounds you both in the reality that you’re there for each other. This kiss is here to stay, and so are you.
The air grows hotter when he closes the distance, and your hands begin to explore each other’s skin. He swallows your sounds, bodies intertwined as you roll onto the bed; and you spend the night tangled in each other’s limbs, sheets coiling around the both of you and squeezing you together like a snake of love.
Baghdad was supposed to be a new chapter for you after that night, but fate had other plans. Basim becomes torn, a beautiful rose hurt by its own thorns; a flower to be admired from a distance, but not touched. He doesn’t shut you out, not really, but you can tell his mind is elsewhere everytime he comes back from a mission. Although he struggles, he speaks of what he’s learnt regarding the order and his visions; and the irony twists your heart when you realize that despite the amount of clues he’s discovering, Basim feels more at a loss than ever.
It all changes when Alamut is attacked. Fuladh shoves a satchel bag into your hands when you are summoned to the bureau, ordering you to protect the few books the Hidden Ones hold sacred – and run. Far, far from the ambushed camp you were built upon, and into unknown territory. Find the other Hidden Ones, convince outsiders to join – anything to help your people’s cause and creed, if they were to be completely slaughtered in this battle.
You want to ask him where Basim is, but time is ticking. Fuladh hops onto his horse and rides East, towards Alamut. The bureau is now vacant, and even if the people of Baghdad continue to go about at a leisurely pace, you know there is a war raging next door, painting the dunes and mountains in crimson red. If you do not leave right away, the order will find you.
But the pounding in your heart tells you you can’t leave just yet. You scale up the buildings, leaping from roof to roof even when your muscles throb in pain, pushing yourself to check all the spots you know he visits. The House of Wisdom, the garden, the Bazaar. But you find Basim nowhere, and the revelation constricts your throat. For whatever reason, he is no longer in Baghdad; and if he is on his way to Alamut, then your lives part here. You are needed elsewhere, now. Going to Alamut would ensure the extinction of the creed.
And so, with a heavy heart, you turn away from the one place you’d called home over the years, and steal a horse for your escape.
Basim thoughts”why didn’t I just do it like him before cutting a damn finger off??”
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(Ik its ugly . I’ll try to improve my comic art cuz I’m only good at making one art piece and drawing one person! But thanks for this new challenge I had fun drawing this for you . Oh btw I did this while I was in college 💀)
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*IMPORTANT REPORTING* A Times Investigation Tracked Israel’s Use of One of Its Most Destructive Bombs in South Gaza
(Source: New York Times | Last Updated Dec. 22, 2023)
During the first six weeks of the war in Gaza, Israel routinely used one of its biggest and most destructive bombs in areas it designated safe for civilians, according to an analysis of visual evidence by The New York Times
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Ultimately, the investigation identified 208 craters in satellite imagery and drone footage. ... the findings reveal that 2,000-pound bombs posed a pervasive threat to civilians seeking safety across south Gaza.
Reporting By Robin Stein, Haley Willis, Ishaan Jhaveri, Danielle Miller, Aaron Byrd and Natalie Reneau
This is not defense, this is not justice, this is an affront to international humanitarian law. Stop the carnage.
The international community must do more than merely profess the defense of human rights; it must also ensure compliance in practice.
DON'T LOOK AWAY. KEEP UP PUBLIC PRESSURE. PUSH FOR PEACE.
a masterpost for the drabble series by yours truly. a revisitation of a well-loved story; watch two forever-lovers fall in love again. canon divergent, set during loki (2020).
READ ME ! / completed ; 8/14/21
1. the beginning of the beginning
2. apartment CMY9
3. dress code
4. pester pester
5. absolutely miserable
6. blunder #1
7. expectations
8. control variable
9. a time disguise
10. fingers entwined
11. half a sandwich
12. beauty sleep
13. the perfect storm
14. a million meteorites
15. keep on
16. home is the heart
17. petal-mouthed
18. rib of adam
19. desperation
20. heart-haunted
21. touch
22. one more almost
23. an ode to the void
24. the catharsis of venus
25. the end of the beginning
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1. the sacred timeline
2. the variant timeline files
3. the tag
4. the god & the scientist
5. fan art
You and Basim sat on the cliff in Alamut looking at the rest of the assassins from above ,the sunset was beautiful ,birds going back to their nest to turn in for the night , Basim was looking at the sunset thinking out loud “there’s something inside the is calling me in .i don’t what it is but I must know “ Basim said then he looked at u to see your reaction , u stood up looking angry “ absolutely not Basim! people who enter never come back ! I won’t lose you to some voice in ur head !”
Basim stood up looking straight into ur eyes “Nehal said-“ “ WHO IS NEHAL BASIM THERE IS NO NEHAL AROUND ” You looked at Basim angry , he keeps talking about entering the temple over and over again but you always tell him no because you know who he will never come back , not as a dead body but as a different person .if he enters and know his own identity. You will lose your lover .” I’m tired of hearing about her and never see her” you said and turned your head . Both of you Sitting back down .
“ well- wait are you jealous.?” He said smirking “ I’m not ! And who would get jealous for you? Ew” YOU ARE , you loved basim since the day he became an assassin. Tho you’re not an assassin but a healer for them. Whenever they are injured your there for them. That’s what got you to love basim, a day never passes without him getting injured and coming to you. You and other assassins joke about him hurting himself just to see you “ I don’t know… maybe someone named (y/n)?” He said and was getting closer to you “ you know (y/n) ….sometimes I see how you look at me .and when I look back at you my heart goes crazy for you “ he took your hand into his. You looked at him, trying to see if he’s joking around. “Thought I’d never hear you say this” you said as your faces got closer until your lips touched.
Both of you started to kiss passionately, your arms wrapped around his neck while his right is holding your face and the other is on your waist .
as the kiss got heated , you started to remove each other’s clothes, basim clothes were annoying cuz they were layers of fabric . But yours were easy to get rid of , all he had to do was pull your dress up .
after getting his clothes off , he started to kiss and suck on your neck. Then he pulled,” are you sure about this ? Or do you want us to stop? “ he said “ don’t stop my love” you said while pulling him closer to you , his hand went to your chest , touching and pulling on your nibbles . You moaned loud ,and that made his cock throb, he can’t take it anymore he needs to be inside you ,inside that warm and tight virgin cunt “ I can’t hold it much longer… I need you” he said lining his throbbing cock to your entrance.
“wait!… be gentle please I’m … a virgin “ you said , a little embarrassed “ don’t worry my dear. I will be gentle and there’s nothing to be. Embarrassed about.” He started to push himself in . ‘Oh god. She’s tight ‘ he thought to himself, he can’t hold back ! You’re so tight and your pussy is warm!.
“ahh basim please.. ha. I need you so bad.” You said moaning as you run your hands through his hair. His soft and beautiful hair.
He pushed until he’s all in. , filling you up with his cock . He started to move in and out slowly so you can get used to him , even tho he want to bully your tight hole and fill it up with his cum, make you his and have children with you. He can’t stop thinking about you carrying his child .that got him to start thrusting.”ohh your so tight. I think I can’t hold back .forgive if I hurt you “ after he sa Your eyes got wide as he started thrust faster, your moaning isn’t helping too, it keeps driving him crazy.
your bodies were hot .sweat rolling down ,foreheads touching, panting sound can be heard .basim thrusts were fast ,his cock going in and out in a hard and fast way but you enjoyed the feeling. His cock reaches places where it drives you crazy .”you like that ya rouhi? (My soul) do you want me to fill you up until your pregnant?” Basim said looking into your eyes . “ah… yes yes! keep going my love, i want to have your baby ” Your moans makes him thrust faster . It’s like music to his ears , he put his hand on your mouth to quit your moans so no one else can hear you moan for him. He’s a jealous guy after all.
Feeling like he’s closer to your finish he started to suck on your neck , leaving some marks behind to mark your his only . “Ohhh yes baby right here… I’m about to cummm..” at this point your a mess . Panting, sweating and horny for him, “ i am too… cum with me my love . Let go” after few hard thrusts you both came .
“Ha… are you fine my love?” He said looking at you . Seeing if your hurt “I am fine …. That was crazy . I’ve never done this before.” You both broke out laughing . Looking at each other , basin put his hand on your lower belly.” I can’t wait to start a family with you love .” He kissed your cheek and got his scarf on you.”I love you” you smiled at him” and I love you “ you said and kissed his lips one more time “ let’s rest now my love , we have a long day tomorrow “ you said , standing up to dress you self , leaving basim behind.
The voice inside his head is no longer there and the thought of entering the temple is no longer there. Guess it all needed a pussy to make him forget. He chuckled and started to dress up.
Laying down beside you, he kissed your head and pulled you to him . Both falling asleep in each other’s arms.
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lolll that took me long 😭😭anyway guys tell me if you like it and if you want more
btw this account is also mine . I’ll post some y/n and basim art ( cuz it’s in my ipad and idk how to move my art from the app im using) Im thinking to post my art and the stories behind them .
You and Basim sat on the cliff in Alamut looking at the rest of the assassins from above ,the sunset was beautiful ,birds going back to their nest to turn in for the night , Basim was looking at the sunset thinking out loud “there’s something inside the is calling me in .i don’t what it is but I must know “ Basim said then he looked at u to see your reaction , u stood up looking angry “ absolutely not Basim! people who enter never come back ! I won’t lose you to some voice in ur head !”
Basim stood up looking straight into ur eyes “Nehal said-“ “ WHO IS NEHAL BASIM THERE IS NO NEHAL AROUND ” You looked at Basim angry , he keeps talking about entering the temple over and over again but you always tell him no because you know who he will never come back , not as a dead body but as a different person .if he enters and know his own identity. You will lose your lover .” I’m tired of hearing about her and never see her” you said and turned your head . Both of you Sitting back down .
“ well- wait are you jealous.?” He said smirking “ I’m not ! And who would get jealous for you? Ew” YOU ARE , you loved basim since the day he became an assassin. Tho you’re not an assassin but a healer for them. Whenever they are injured your there for them. That’s what got you to love basim, a day never passes without him getting injured and coming to you. You and other assassins joke about him hurting himself just to see you “ I don’t know… maybe someone named (y/n)?” He said and was getting closer to you “ you know (y/n) ….sometimes I see how you look at me .and when I look back at you my heart goes crazy for you “ he took your hand into his. You looked at him, trying to see if he’s joking around. “Thought I’d never hear you say this” you said as your faces got closer until your lips touched.
Both of you started to kiss passionately, your arms wrapped around his neck while his right is holding your face and the other is on your waist .
as the kiss got heated , you started to remove each other’s clothes, basim clothes were annoying cuz they were layers of fabric . But yours were easy to get rid of , all he had to do was pull your dress up .
after getting his clothes off , he started to kiss and suck on your neck. Then he pulled,” are you sure about this ? Or do you want us to stop? “ he said “ don’t stop my love” you said while pulling him closer to you , his hand went to your chest , touching and pulling on your nibbles . You moaned loud ,and that made his cock throb, he can’t take it anymore he needs to be inside you ,inside that warm and tight virgin cunt “ I can’t hold it much longer… I need you” he said lining his throbbing cock to your entrance.
“wait!… be gentle please I’m … a virgin “ you said , a little embarrassed “ don’t worry my dear. I will be gentle and there’s nothing to be. Embarrassed about.” He started to push himself in . ‘Oh god. She’s tight ‘ he thought to himself, he can’t hold back ! You’re so tight and your pussy is warm!.
“ahh basim please.. ha. I need you so bad.” You said moaning as you run your hands through his hair. His soft and beautiful hair.
He pushed until he’s all in. , filling you up with his cock . He started to move in and out slowly so you can get used to him , even tho he want to bully your tight hole and fill it up with his cum, make you his and have children with you. He can’t stop thinking about you carrying his child .that got him to start thrusting.”ohh your so tight. I think I can’t hold back .forgive if I hurt you “ after he sa Your eyes got wide as he started thrust faster, your moaning isn’t helping too, it keeps driving him crazy.
your bodies were hot .sweat rolling down ,foreheads touching, panting sound can be heard .basim thrusts were fast ,his cock going in and out in a hard and fast way but you enjoyed the feeling. His cock reaches places where it drives you crazy .”you like that ya rouhi? (My soul) do you want me to fill you up until your pregnant?” Basim said looking into your eyes . “ah… yes yes! keep going my love, i want to have your baby ” Your moans makes him thrust faster . It’s like music to his ears , he put his hand on your mouth to quit your moans so no one else can hear you moan for him. He’s a jealous guy after all.
Feeling like he’s closer to your finish he started to suck on your neck , leaving some marks behind to mark your his only . “Ohhh yes baby right here… I’m about to cummm..” at this point your a mess . Panting, sweating and horny for him, “ i am too… cum with me my love . Let go” after few hard thrusts you both came .
“Ha… are you fine my love?” He said looking at you . Seeing if your hurt “I am fine …. That was crazy . I’ve never done this before.” You both broke out laughing . Looking at each other , basin put his hand on your lower belly.” I can’t wait to start a family with you love .” He kissed your cheek and got his scarf on you.”I love you” you smiled at him” and I love you “ you said and kissed his lips one more time “ let’s rest now my love , we have a long day tomorrow “ you said , standing up to dress you self , leaving basim behind.
The voice inside his head is no longer there and the thought of entering the temple is no longer there. Guess it all needed a pussy to make him forget. He chuckled and started to dress up.
Laying down beside you, he kissed your head and pulled you to him . Both falling asleep in each other’s arms.
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lolll that took me long 😭😭anyway guys tell me if you like it and if you want more
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