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I'm the sixth then, she's so hot

wifey

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Of course it's my Huntrix bias and Twice bias....

Everybody's type

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SNIPE ◤BURN THE SOUL◢

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Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I'm here for your soul.

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Stay Alive For Me~ Kang No-Eul x Black! fem reader

Pairing: No-Eul x Black female reader

Genre: Romance, Smut, Hurt and Comfort, Angst

Warnings: SMUT {Adults only; Minors DO NOT INTERACT} Squid Game USA ideas

Word Count: 1.6k

Synopsis: Looking for an escape from your student loan debts found you in the infamous Squid Game, and fortunately for you, back into the arms of a familiar face.

Author's Note: I know I haven't written anything in forever, but I'm slowly doing more fics. Since Squid Game recently wrapped, I had to write something with No-Eul in mind. I'm sorry if it's trash.

You never thought going to school would get you in a place like this. First it was just two years, having a lot of credits from the college courses you took during early college helped in lessening the time; second was when you needed a masters to actually secure yourself in getting a stable career/job and the third time was when you were sick and couldn't afford to take the time off. It was either take loans from the bank and risk the IRS sniffing down your back if you didn't pay them in time, losing your precious Playstation in the process, or continue higher education--for fun! Of course the debt racked and racked yet you were closer and closer to another degree. Right? Until everything went to shit: your mental health, some physical too (some of those fryer burns were a little more severe than you had hoped) and you found yourself dropping out. Not looking to crawl back to the bank for more loans, nor return to your parents in search of solace, you decided to play something other than video games.

That's how you found yourself in some old, dingy smelling gym with the faded logo that peeled the dirty floor and walls, wearing a green knock-off Nike jumpsuit labeling yourself # 654. The scent of dried blood lingering in the fabrics of your clothes kept you up at night; your hands trembled and stung from the last game, firecracker where you and another contestant were grouped together, smacking each others hands. Whoever flinched was out and promptly shot by the masked, pink-wearing guard. You didn't flinch until your opponent died, warm hands still against your own as their own body heat dissipated.

The bed was nowhere near comfortable just a cot with an itchy sheet and flat pillow, the gym carried no heat so you coddled in the fetal position to stay warm. Sleep wasn't coming anytime soon. You got up from your shitty bed, stepped around your fellow contestants and headed for the huge double doors at the front of the gymnasium. Two guards stood before it, armed. The one to the left twitched as you walked over, prompting the other one to aim their gun dead at you.

You held your hands up, the pee almost leaving you. You chalked it up to living in lily White America your whole life and the aggression of cops and any guns around you, but hearing guns more frequently in the environment of the games had you on the precipice of the edge.

"B-Bathroom, please," you muttered. "It's an emergency, "

The guard aiming the gun jerked their head toward your cot dismissively, not turning down their weapon at all. Fortunately for you, the other guard grabbed the barrel of the other's gun.

"I'll escort her," they replied coldly.

The other guard scoffed and finally lowered their gun. "Fine, but you can watch the bastards for the rest of the night. I'm going to eat."

The guard nodded, gripped your arm and escorted you out to the gym. Their grip stayed on you the entire time you got to the ladies room, the side also fading and peeling above it.

"OK! All right! You can let go now!" you yanked yourself away.

The guard removed their hands the moment you directed force, catapulting you so that you almost met the dingy sinks. Your chest heaved up and down as the guard watched you, tossing their gun sling off and pink hood.

"I'll be quick, I just-- need. Some. Privacy."

The words came out slow as the guard removed their triangle mask and face mask to reveal the person underneath. Who it was took your breath away: Kang No-Eul.

"The fuck! What the actual fuck!" you cried, retreating to one of the stalls.

No-Eul followed you to grip your wrists, the sensation prompting you to hiss.

"Does it still hurt?" she whispered as she rubbed her thumbs over your knuckles. "You held out right before time ended."

"Yeah, yeah. And you don't have to remind me, what the fuck are you doing here, No-Eul?"

Her attention stayed on your hands, concern was heavy on her dark brown eyes. They flicked up all throughout your face, forehead, lips then back to your hands again.

"Answer me! No--"

She silenced you with a kiss. Her lips rough, albeit warm on you forced your own to part in a gasp. A twitch ran through her at the content; she was afraid of touching you almost, although she initiated it first.

"Y/N--"

"Can't you just talk to me?" you whispered. "Is there a way-some way to win or--"

No-Eul kissed you again with much more force this time. Her body pressed you up against the wall with hunger and desperation wrapped in one. You answered back this time as your hands lost themselves in her shaggy hair, kissing her like your life depended on it. Maybe it did. Or maybe you just needed her, needed the last person you loved on the outside, loved so much that you decided to throw your life away for material gain. You needed answers, craved them yet all your body wanted was Kang No-Eul.

"We don't have enough time to talk," No-Eul breathed. She pulled back slightly from you to rest her forehead against yours. "I-I just need you. "

"I-I need you too."

No-Eul shook her head, pressing herself further against you, her knee brushing at your inner thighs. Your breath caught in your throat as the only think that passed through it was a tiny moan.

"Can I touch you?" she whispered the words like she was asking herself, low and pleading, looking to do nothing more but worship you. "I know you're scared but I missed you."

She meant it. You believed it in how her eyes rolled up to meet you with a mixture of yearning and tenderness, almost making you teary eyed.

"Yes , please."

No-Eul answered in kind, ghosting kisses down your neck while reaching down to undo the string of your sweatpants, not even bothering to pull them down just shove her hands inside. Her hand moved across your mound to swipe at your clit, clothed by your thin panties.

You squirmed at how much she prodded, fingering you through the fabric.

"So wet," she groaned. "I've barely touched you. Fuck, I still have that effect on you."

All you could do was whimper as you lost yourself in her deep voice; she was tender even while she desperately wished to enter you, nearly wanting to tear the fabric herself.

"No-Eul, please."

"OK, I got you," she rasped. No-Eul removed her hands from your pants, lifting her gloved hand to her mouth, removing it with her teeth, all while keeping eye contact with you.

"Fuck," you clenched your thighs, missing her hand already.

No-Eul roughly pushed herself between your legs before kissing you again, swallowing your yelp at the abrupt contact. She wasted no time shoving her hands back into your pants, slipping below your underwear's waistband and finally finding your warmth. Your hips jerked, meeting her fingers as they brushed your folds and played eagerly at your clit. Your wetness grew with each ministration until your dripped down to her knuckles, finally granting No-Eul access.

She slipped a finger inside then another, sighing at how your body arched into her.

"No-Eul," you groaned out.

"Just take it, take it baby," she spoke against your throat, melding her body on yours, fingers moving faster and faster. "Take it, you still need me--"

A moan escaped from her as you struggled to keep your own noises to a minimum.

No-Eul slowed her movements as she curled two fingers up against your sweet spot, prompting you to grab her arms for support.

"Say it, tell me you need me," she said, fingers slipping out so she could cup your mound. "Please, that's all I need."

Through the lust and pleasure that clouded your brain, you focused on No-Eul: the torment that clung to her eyes, the quivering of her lip. She wasn't just pussy-drunk, she genuinely needed you as much as you needed her. You squeezed her forearms and pulled her till she was flushed against you.

"I need you, I need you more than ever, No-Eul."

That was all she needed to finish what she started, playing at your cilt, rubbing it just right to have you seeing stars.

"I-I love you," you exclaimed mid orgasm.

No-Eul must have been overwhelmed by how your body arched, touching the front of the sink. Her fingers slid from your panties as she tied your sweats back in place, wrapping her arms around your waist while your chest heaved up then down.

"You've got to stay alive for me," No-Eul whispered. "If not for me then for yourself."

You clung to her pink suit like a lifeline, nodding over and over. "For me and for you, No-Eul. I-I just don't know how to."

No-Eul cupped your face, bringing your full attention, forcing you to look right in her eyes. "Just keep doing what you're doing, and I'll protect you, I promise."

She sealed her vow with a kiss. The strength of it nearly knocks you from your feet. It doesn't take long for her to properly fix up your clothes and get her mask back on, sling her gun over her shoulder and walk you out. The grainy walls of the place catapulted the fear of your situation back within you, although it settled once you realized you were no longer alone in the chaos.

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Oh Ichigo, the protagonist you are 🔥

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I am Mohammed, I live in the northern besieged Gaza Strip, I am 21 years old, I have always tried to create a beautiful future for myself in which I achieve all my wishes. I had ambitions and dreams, but they evaporated because of the war, but I still want to achieve them despite the siege. During the war, I lost many things, including my university, my dreams, my job, and some friends. Despite that, I still want to achieve my dreams and ambitions. I want to rebuild my life again, so please help me in that and rebuild my life. Therefore,

please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.

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Hello 🙋‍♂️

My name is Jaafar, I’m 24 years old and I live in Gaza City 🍉🇵🇸. I was shocked to find all my Tumblr accounts deleted and my main fundraiser post removed after it had gained many shares 😓. Now, I’ve decided to create new accounts and write this post with deep sorrow and heartbreak to start over again 😭💔.

Please, just as you supported me on my old accounts, support my new one and share my campaign post so it can reach as many people as possible 🙏🥺.

The situation here in Gaza is extremely bad. We’re facing insane bombing, starvation, and skyrocketing food prices—ten times the normal cost *if food is even available*.

In addition, there is constant killing, and our area is classified as a dangerous combat zone that must be evacuated! 😓

It’s a disaster, and any help from you could help us stay safe for just a few more days. Please, donate to my campaign even if it’s a small amount 😭🙏—your donation will mean the world to us 💔🫶.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #299 )✅️

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Rebuilding What Was Erased – A Message from Abedmajed in Gaza

My name is Abedmajed, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.

In a single missile strike, we lost over 25 members of our family. They were not just names. They were mothers, daughters, sons, grandparents — people we shared meals with, laughed with, and built dreams with.

The missile hit our family home — the heart of everything we knew.

Among those killed were: 🕊️ My mother 🕊️ My sister 🕊️ My older brother His wife and their three daughters 🕊️ My uncle, his wife, and all their sons and grandchildren

We were left with nothing but rubble and grief. Yet somehow, my brother and I survived. And now, we carry the responsibility of rebuilding what was taken — not just for ourselves, but for our father, our surviving siblings, and the memory of those we lost.

💔 Why We’re Fundraising

This campaign is not just about survival. It’s about rebuilding a future — A family home, a shared life, a place where our father can rest safely, Where the next generation of our family can grow up knowing peace instead of trauma.

💬 The funds raised will help us:

🏗️ Rebuild our family home — which was completely destroyed 🛠️ Provide basic support for our father and siblings 🏡 Create safe, livable conditions for a family shattered by loss

🔒 How the Funds Are Managed

Due to the collapse of Gaza’s financial system, all donations are processed through my brother, who has a U.S. registered Stripe account. Funds are securely transferred to Gaza and distributed in cash here on the ground. We are transparent and ready to provide proof of every step.

🌱 Why Your Support Matters

We are not asking for charity. We’re asking for a chance to stand again, To rebuild something we can pass on to the children who survived.

Vetted By @gazavetters No:537

Your support gives us the strength not just to remember the ones we lost — but to honor them by continuing.

💬 If you can’t donate, a reblog means the world. 🕊️ From Gaza, with hope and dignity — thank you.

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Why do people write Sevika like THAT! -ft Ambessa blurb

I feel like bonkers, and I don’t know if this makes me that friend that’s too woke but idk. Sometimes it feels like people think Sevika isn’t capable of being written with softness as a woman? I know she can whoop some ass and loves a little hand to hand combat but she’s literally like not just that? She’s a really complex and deep character if you look at her. And especially during season 2 you start to see some of that aggressive front falter.

But in fics people write her like she’s stereotypical straight man or something 😭 ?? Like aggressive and abusive and it’s really weird. I always wonder if people would do this if she wasn’t a brown person? It feels like people leans into this violent nature with her too much. I always used to see that kind of stereotype written about black women so…it makes me wonder.

And while I’m here…Ambessa IS feminine!! Please stop acting like she’s such a masculine creature. I know you see how she acts, but she can be a warrior AND feminine at the same time like ?? Lock in !!

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Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #510 )✅️

Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.

With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.

I am reaching out to you with a plea for compassion and action. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, restore hope, and secure a future where my family can live in peace and safety. Every donation, no matter how small brings us closer to survival and dignity. Please for the sake of god and humanity, help us in this time of desperate need.

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Having to say this is so weird..but

Sammie won't ever Date Remmick.

I get it's fiction and stuff, but there's a point where we need to think whole heartedly...Remmick talks about a WIFE, Sammie ate out pearline AND named a bar after her.

AND

Remmick becomes Sammie's oppressor towards the end of the movie. There's dark romance, and then there's just forcing unnecessary plots to feel included.

Unfortunately Sinners was not a movie for queer people, it was a movie for BLACK people.

There is 0 reason why Bo Chow, Remmick and fucking BERT!?!? of all people...have more fanfics than the main characters, the focus of the movie, the drivers of the plot🤦🏾‍♀️.

I'm an open person, I'll accept anyone for nearly anything, but it gets to a point where we can't enjoy anything because a certain...group comes in and washes out the whole point of a show/movie/book ect.

Sinners is not the media you can find queer or white representation at all. If you're looking for that, this is NOT the place for you

- Aza

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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 )

With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️

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I BEG YOU DONT SKIP🚨Please help me, I need Medicines😭

My story

Raafat Matar is a father of 3 children.

I live in Gaza under bombing, death, hunger and displacement

I suffer from a malignant disease (CANCER)

A synovial sarcoma (also known as malignant synovioma) is a rare form of cancer which occurs primarily in the extremities of the arms or legs, often in proximity to joint capsules and tendon sheaths. It is a type of soft-tissue sarcoma.

“I ran out of medication, I'm so tired, I can barely stand on my feet,and I need chemotherapy urgently“

Case Summary and Investigations:

Male patient well known to have Rt leg soft tissue sarcoma, (synovial sarcoma) from 2020, post surgery and radiotherapy in Egypt 2024, local recurrent post surgical recurrent, now he needs Rt leg MRI and Re-irradiation

Some reports

Report proves the necessity of traveling abroad to receive treatment

Medical condition with pictures

raafat has cancer and needs surgery and medication. It is not possible to get the treatment he needs in Gaza. every day his illness is left untreated, the cancer will continue to spread through his body, so he very urgently needs money for treatment and travel. If you help them get to their goal, you are saving Family life. Don’t let this family who have already lost so much lose their father

My house that was destroyed by the Israeli occupation

My humble tent

Raafat needs treatment before the cancer spreads throughout his body.

Raafat needs medication,painkillers, and radiation.

Raafat needs food to feed his children and himself.

Raafat needs to travel to receive treatment.

Raafat needs your compassionate hearts to consider his medical condition.

SO PLEASE I ask your kind hearts to help meby DONATING or SHARING as much as u can💔🙏🙏

Your contribution means everything to us and in these difficult times

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #533 )

✅️ Vetted by @bilal-salah0 .

✅️ My wife's brother . @mohammedmtargaza

✅️ Family Link here .

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Hello 🙋

My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.

I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.

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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.

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.

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