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[toytulini]

insane how ppl casually bring up their families or significant others or whatever tracking their location via life360 or whatever else like its just normal and then if I'm weirded out by how creepy that is on multiple levels im the insane luddite or whatever

[bumblingbabooshka]

Watched ‘Charades’ - The Vulcan/Human stuff wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be tbh. Typical Star Trek bioessentialism which I expected. (EXCEPT THE BACON BULLSHIT. WHY DID THEY HAVE HIM EAT BACON? AND THEN PLAY IT FOR LAUGHS??? Of ALL things they had him eat Bacon. It leaves a really bad taste in my mouth since Leonard Nimoy was jewish and seems to have put a lot of that into Spock.) Love T’Pring no notes for T’Pring you were so sweet the whole time. Her holding his hand and subtly giving him tips to make the ritual go smoothly...AAA!! Christine/Spock things sooo boring on their own but as angst for T’Pring? Very good. She wasn’t even gone a DAY before they made out. DUMP! HIS! ASS <3 The phone operator please-hold aliens were very cute to me, I liked them!  Also it introduced the concept of a sacred Vulcan familial roast sesh which is honestly so fucking funny and I adore it. Five minutes on the clock to devastate your future son-in-law, better make it count. The mother-in-law-is-a-bitch and ‘henpecked husband’ thing is SOOOOOO boring though. Boomer comics. The funnier and more interesting option is that they are both equally pretentious but T’Pril is just more committed/has a better eye for things to complain about. 

[maladaptive-daydreaming-aphant]

me before hanging out with a new group of people: i'm gonna be so normal and not obnoxious this time. i need to be Normal and Not Obnoxious this time please let me be a socially Competent human being for once in my fucking life—

everyone else after 5 minutes of dealing with my obnoxious ass, probably:

[teaboot]

Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.

But her family. Holy shit.

First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever

Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.

And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper

And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.

And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK

And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”

So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE

And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for

And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker

And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”

And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”

And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah

Yeah, I think I kinda get it

[save-mohamed-family]

To those with compassionate hearts only,

I reach out to you with my broken heart, asking for help from God and from you. We are on the brink of a harsh winter, and I live in a tent that offers no protection from the burning heat of summer nor the biting cold of winter. Imagine, the rain falling, the wind howling, and here we are in Gaza, without shelter, without a roof to protect us, shivering from the cold, fighting every night just to survive.

My life has become an unending nightmare, and my children sleep trembling from the freezing cold, with fear gripping our hearts every time the clouds gather in the sky.

I beg you to share my account and contribute anything that could save us from this winter, which we dread more than ever before.

Look at how my child was in the past, and how he is now. His face once radiated innocence and angelic beauty, but now it has changed completely. This little face, once full of life, is now suffering, fading before my eyes. Where are the compassionate hearts? Who will help me protect my child, to provide the treatment he desperately needs before it’s too late? The pain I see in his eyes tears me apart, and all I can do is hope in God and the kindness of your hearts.

My children are waiting for your donations, even if it's just $5. Please, I beg you for your help.

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[colombogramme]

People really do not give a fuck about Arab boys and men's lives. For more than a year now we've seen the constant dehumanization of Palestinian men and how their lives are deemed worthless.

I've been talking for a while now about my friend Mahmoud Jomaa (@mahmoudjumaa1238) and his difficulties fundraising for even a small goal. He has been at it since March and only recently reached his first goal after months of stagnation, but now we're back at a stage where he doesn't get anything for days on end.

And when I open his fundraiser to take a look at the progress and how little support he gets, I can't help thinking about how a french cop who killed a 17 years old Algerian boy was able to fundraise 1.6 million euros in around a week. A racist cop can become a millionaire by shooting point blank an Arab boy (named Nahel) in little more than a week but Mahmoud can't raise 20k in 7 months to survive a genocide.

Please let that sink in. Do you realize the violence this difference displays? How much villanization and dehumanization we fostered in the Global North to get here? And yes, it's not only the US, Europe has greatly contributed to the current climate of Anti-Arab hate, which in turns facilitate the current escalation of the genocide of Palestinian people.

That's why I can't believe I still have to come on here and ask people to donate to Mahmoud. Yet it makes sense : people just don't give a shit and that's it. They don't care that he already had to evacuate from the North of Gaza because of the constant attacks. They don't care that he is in an area that is currently very dangerous. They don't care that he lost his house, his university, his friends and family members, he is an Arab man. We shouldn't care, we should instead support the cop or the governments killing them right?

This has to stop, his life is worth that of any of you reading this post. I'm sick and tired of having to ask for people's help and constantly explain what he is going through when I shouldn't have to. He needs money to survive, that's it. That should be enough!

So please, help him. Share, donate and make your own posts to promote his fundraiser. He was supposed to reach 15k last month yet he has been stuck at around 12k for weeks. You CAN change that, so don't stay complacent please!

DONATE HERE

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[scyphan790]

I don't blame people for not knowing, partly because the tumblr account doesn't display it, but this account posts genAI

This post, directly sourcing from their own link, is genAI

They've gone from sharing other artists' work, to sharing other genAI and NFTs, to now flat out using genAI themselves for posts

So for anyoe who cares, now you know and now you can unfollow them and leave them to disappear into obscurity

GenAI is a blatant disrespect to the craft, you are not making art

>> Rhubarbes lab  - Rhubarbes_lab << 

[montereybayaquarium]

Remembering Rosa the sea otter

Hello Aquarium family. It’s with great sadness that we share that our beloved sea otter Rosa passed away today. At 24 years old, Rosa was the oldest resident otter at the Aquarium and one of our most experienced surrogate moms, having raised 15 stranded sea otter pups in her time with us. 

While Rosa spent the last few months behind the scenes getting extra special care from our staff, she was the matriarch of the Sea Otters exhibit. Beloved and cherished by millions of visitors and fans of the live Sea Otter Cam, she was instantly recognizable thanks to her blonde head (eclipsed only by Ivy as our most grizzled of kelp grizzlies) and her signature head-all-the-way-back swimming style.

“Rosa was one of our most playful sea otters, and even at 24 years old, she would still be seen frolicking and wrestling with the younger otters when she instigated it,” said Melanie Oerter, curator of mammals. “Rosa was usually found sleeping against the window while on exhibit with her chin tucked tight into her chest and her tail swishing back and forth.”

After being found stranded as a four-week-old pup in September 1999, Rosa became part of the Aquarium family before our sea otter surrogacy program even took shape. Our Sea Otter Program staff raised her by hand for nearly seven months before releasing her to the wild. 

Rosa eventually returned to the Aquarium once again in March 2002 when she didn’t take to life outside of human care, and she immediately became a fixture in the formative years of our sea otter surrogacy program as a caring adoptive mother for rescued pups destined for wild release.

She was a delight to work with, though she certainly had her expectations of our staff according to the many Sea Otter Mammalogists who trained (were trained by?) Rosa over the years. 

"Rosa was an incredibly smart otter! Generally calm and patient with the staff. However, she could be defiant at times and there would be no convincing her to do something she did not want to do," said Oerter. "She would often just look at us or swim away. I believe she was the one who was really training us all of these years. I certainly learned a lot from working with such an incredible otter. It has been a privilege and to say we will miss her is understated."

Rosa relaxed into retirement from surrogacy in 2019, acting as a companion and cornerstone in the ever-changing raft of otters in our care. 

Wild female sea otters live between 15 and 20 years, and reaching the age of 24 is a testament to the exceptional care Rosa received throughout her life from our Veterinary and Animal Care teams. In recent years, she began showing signs of age-related health concerns.  In the last few weeks, her health had been deteriorating. After an exam, the veterinary and animal care teams made the difficult choice to humanely euthanize Rosa because those health conditions were compromising her quality of life. She passed away peacefully, surrounded by her caretakers.

Rosa’s legacy lives on both at the Aquarium with our other resident sea otters Kit, Selka, Ivy, and Ruby, and in the wild, where sea otter pups she raised continue to raise pups of their own, contributing to the recovery of their species and their ecosystems along the California coast. 

Rosa was an inspiration to millions as a charismatic ambassador for her threatened species while playing a leading role in the story of sea otter recovery from near-extinction during the fur trade. Rosa will be greatly missed by all of us who got to know her over the years.

To celebrate Rosa’s long life, please feel free to share photos and stories of your encounters with Rosa at the Aquarium in the comment section on this post, in her memory and for the staff and volunteers grieving her loss. Thank you all for being such a big part of Rosa’s life. 🦦♥️

[supportgaza]

A Merry Christmas in Ireland while my Family in Gaza is Escaping Death Daily: Help me Evacuate and Reunite with my Family

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1. @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi # 151 on the spreadsheet of Vetted Gaza Fundraisers List]

2. @riding-with-the-wild-hunt Here .

One's family is the soul of his/her soul. Is there a life without a soul?

I would never wish for my worst enemies to be in my situation (being far away in safety while every member of my family is dodging the bullets, missiles, and shrapnel daily. They live in fear and are deprived of all the necessities for a humane normal life.

I do NOT buy the manipulative misleading news about a ceasefire to be signed soon because we had heard such news countless times in the past year. Unfortunately, the genocide, chaos, loss, and killing will continue in the besieged Gaza Strip.

The atmosphere where I am in Ireland is filled with joy, gratefulness, Christmas songs and decorations, and the streets, cafes, and shops are filled with happy families. However, I look down into my heart and all I see is a broken heart filled with fear and agony. No words in the English language properly and aptly describes the fear that strikes my heart and spreads with blood through my body when my mother said: "The bombing never stops in our area and the quad copters fire their bullets at people walking in the street." Even the most gory and bloody horror movies can not reflect a portion of the terror and fear the has overtaken and consumed people.

When I hear the work Nusairat, the area in central Gaza where my family is, I get a panic attack and suddenly lose sense of my surrounding. I hear news everyday about entire families including women and children being targeted by Israeli missiles made in American and Europe, and I fear for my family. Would not you, too? Me and you are not so different after all. We are made of flesh, bones and blood. We have dreams, ambitions and aspirations. We care and fear for our families and loved ones. So, what made our blood in Gaza so cheap? When did we turn into less of human beings?

I can tell you without equivocation that we are damaged and broken beyond what you could possibly think. Entire cities in the Gaza Strip were flattened. My family's house in the north of Gaza was severely damaged and our city has turned into an unlivable ghost city.

From our family to all the families out there that care for Gaza and Gazans, please boost our campaign in whatever way you can and help us reach our final goal. Help my family evacuate and reunite in Ireland. While enjoying this Christmas break with your family and loved ones, please do not forget your brothers and sisters in Gaza who go through horrors you cannot begin to imagine.

My family is in a place where a missile can fall and tear them to pieces. We deserve to be together in a safe place away from the chaos, death, terror, and bullets. Please put your hand in mine as I strive to get them out of there. Please contribute to this noble cause in whatever way you can. Take whatever action; do something, please!

Please donate, reblog, and share.

We are at 64% of our final goal and getting closer to acheiving our final goal.

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[readwritealldayallnight]

(18+ MDNI)

As far as roommates go, Simon Riley isn’t a bad one to live with

Rarely in the flat, gone for weeks at a time, you sometimes forgot you even shared the rent with someone when you first moved in

And when he is around, he keeps out of your way, tidies up after himself, will offer to run to the shop when you’re running low on something for tonight’s dinner

All in all, you get along well

Especially after a few months go by, and he starts sinking his cock into you whenever he’s home

Every chance he gets, he’s got your ankles resting over his shoulders, or your legs locked around his waist, or your tits in his mouth, or your ass squeezed between his fingers or your hips against his as he bounces you or-

Once he’s had his first taste, Simon is insatiable, never not fucking you every opportunity he gets

He has you feeling like you’re on top of the world, while simultaneously about to tip over the edge of it at any moment

Your time spent together consists of bursts of pleasure and passion tangled together in a mess of limbs and lips, visions of scars and tattoos clouding your dreams at night

And while these rendezvous consist strictly of an outlet for stress, a means to an end that leaves you both more than satisfied, you can’t help the slowly blossoming feelings growing in your chest that whisper to you that you might mean something more to him, that you might just be something more to Simon

It’s on one such occasion, while Simon is balls deep inside you, about to put an end to his teasing and let you finally cum on his cock, when reality slaps you hard across the face

Your moans and whines, his grunts and gasps, combined with the sounds of skin slapping repeatedly, are nearly loud enough to drown out the ill-fated sound of his cell phone ringing from the pocket of his discarded jeans

“Simon, please! I- I’m so- Si, I’m close, I’m close! I’m gon-” You moan into his ear, ankles locked tight around his waist and fingernails scratching at the exposed skin of his back, pleading with him to deliver you the ecstasy you’ve been promised

Your begging comes to a stop however, when his own movements halt entirely, hips stilling against yours as pauses, looking back into your eyes though his mind is obviously suddenly elsewhere

“What are y-”

“Shh.” He shushes you all too quickly, just in time for the faint ring of his phone to reach both your ears

“Simon, wait. No! Can’t we-”

“That’s gonna be work.” He grunts out, sweaty palms slipping down your thighs towards your calves to try and disentangle himself from you

“So? It can’t wait 60 seconds? We were about to-”

“Doesn’ matter.”

“Are- are you serious right now?” You question, stunned by his reaction. In all the months you and Simon have been falling into bed together, he’s never told you what his work is, and you’ve learned not to ask him anymore

He pays his rent on time and contributes to the grocery runs, how he earns his money hasn’t been any of your business thus far, but it’s certainly never gotten in the way of your escapades before

Simon’s apparently decided he doesn’t need to entertain you with a response, because he’s pulling himself out or your embrace without a word, standing off the bed and pulling his cell out of his haphazardly thrown pants before the ringer ends

“Simon! What kind of job-”

“Alrigh’?” Is all he says into the phone, nodding along momentarily to whoever is on the other line, before he’s affirming something or another and hanging up, tugging his pants back on without so much as a glance back at your naked form sprawled out on the bed in shock

“Simon-”

“See ye when I’m back, birdie.”

And with that, Simon is out of your room, out of the flat, out of your life for who knows how long, a reoccurring event you should have grown used to by now, but never has he left you high and dry like this before

That was the day you learned, as special as you might feel when Simon is grinding against you, caressing your skin and grunting sweet nothings into your ear, you were not Simon’s priority

You would always come second

[falesten-iw]

To Those Who Still Hold Onto a Shred of Morality and Humanity - Stand with Us and Don’t Forget Us.

Over 40,000 lives have been lost, with 70% of them being children and women. Among these numbers are my own family members—many of whom I’ve already lost.

My family, my cousin, aunt, their children, and grandchildren were all directly targeted by Israeli airstrikes. I’m sharing a video of my aunt and cousin to reveal the harsh reality we are facing in Gaza. In this video, my aunt bravely shares her story about how the Israeli army airstruck them along with their children and grandchildren. Even if you don’t understand Arabic, just watching her speak will help you grasp the immense suffering we are enduring in Gaza. You can see the vedeo in this post.

The few family members who remain are in grave danger, and I’m terrified of losing them too. We have a chance to make a real difference and give my 24 surviving family members a chance to live.

In Gaza, jobs are non-existent, and nonprofit organizations like the UN have drastically reduced their work on the ground. Basic necessities such as milk, food, and medicine are almost as expensive as gold. My family is struggling to afford even the essentials, and my mother urgently needs medication that we simply cannot afford.

I’m also sharing another video that shows the daily struggle people face just to get clean water. The suffering here extends far beyond my family; it’s a genocide affecting every aspect of life in Gaza.

Thanks to the generosity of those who have already donated, we’ve raised $535 toward our goal of $190,363- august 17th. I’m deeply grateful to each of you, but we still have a long way to go, and I need your help more than ever. Imagine if it were your family—how would you feel if they were in this situation?

For those who have created special posts or reblogged to amplify my voice, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your support means everything to me and to my family. If you haven’t yet shared our story, please take just one minute to do so. Your voice could be the lifeline my family desperately needs.

You cannot continue to treat human lives as mere numbers. This is a genocide that demands immediate action. How many more should be killed before you all wake up? Will 40,000 lives be enough to stir us to action? 50,000? 100,000? 150,000?

Asking for donations and charity is something we never imagined having to do in Gaza before the war, and it’s heartbreaking that it has come to this. But if everyone who saw my last post donated just $10 or $20, we could reach our goal in no time. If you’re looking for a way to contribute, consider giving up your coffee, tea, or other “cup” for one day, one week, one month, or anything in between. Then, donate what you would have spent to help me. Please help us and donate now!

This is about more than just donations—it’s about preserving human lives and upholding our shared moral values. Your contribution can make a world of difference in our survival and ensure I don’t lose more of the people I love.

Demanding an end to this suffering is a matter of basic humanity. You cannot remain neutral in the face of such genocide. Please, let’s stand together. Enough is enough.

Every donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to hope and healing. Thank you again for your kindness and support. I will never forget it.

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Listed even as number 282 in "The Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser Spreadsheet" compiled by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi : Link

Additionally, Al Jazeera News has documented apart of my family's case: Link

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[mide404]

Hello everyone

With great pain and sorrow, I write this plea as I live in a constant state of anxiety over my family, who are facing unimaginable harsh conditions. It is difficult for me to witness and hear about their daily suffering, as they live displaced in a single tent, sharing it in the face of the biting winter cold and relentless rain. The children lack even basic warmth to protect them, and they cannot sleep due to the extreme cold.

I implore you from the depths of my heart to look upon them with compassion and humanity, and to extend to them urgent help and support. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in their lives and restore their hope for a better tomorrow.

I hope you will widely share this campaign among your friends, families, and everyone you know, so that we may be able to save what remains of my family and ease this unbearable pain.

Thank you to everyone who contributes and lends a helping hand.

[minnyarrd]

UPDATE: closed early due to receiving almost 2,000 responses! Thank you to everyone who contributed, I appreciate every single one of you!

Yeah, you read that right, I convinced my university to let me research All for the Game for my degree!

Take the (anonymous) questionnaire here!

The deadline for responses is 31 December. Please share this as much as possible – the more responses I get, the better! 🧡

@korakos claims to have done no marketing for the All for the Game series, and despite the oversaturation of the online self-publishing market, AftG garnered significant sales and formed a prominent online fanbase. My research aims to figure out exactly how that happened!

This questionnaire looks into the most common modes of discovery for AftG, the formats you first read it in, and where you interact with other readers of the series. You don’t need to be a fan of AftG, you just need to have read at least the first book. It’s completely anonymous, though please take a moment to read through the participant and consent information on the first two pages of the questionnaire.

If you have any more questions (or have any issues with the questionnaire), let me know! :)

[littlelovelunette]

hi! love your writing :) pls can you write sevika waking reader up with a vibrating strap, but edges reader all morning? (btw thank you for your contributions to the sevika fandom)

Good Morning To You, Too

Sevika x Wife!Reader

Contains smut, vibrating strap, orgasm denial

A dull pleasure, a buzzing sound and your legs being pushed to spread apart was what roused you from your deep slumber.

You took a look around, your movements slow and sleepy. Yours eyes were still heavy with sleep and barely open.

You looked between your legs where your wife, Sevika, was slotted snuggly with a vibrating strap tracing the sensitive slit of your pussy. You whimpered.

"S-Sev..."

"Mhm love?" Sevika pushed the tip in making you whine and moan. You were still so sleepy and so adorable in such vulnerability.

"N-no." You stuttered sleep-drunkenly and tried to jerk away from her strap but where would you even go? You were weakened with tiredness and in the confines of your bed, the very bed you shared with your beloved.

"Hold still, or I'll tie you down and punish you all morning." Sevika whispered, voice laced with mock affection.

"Sorry..." You mumbled a little more awake then before as you watched the dildo cautiously which slipped inside your pussy. The vibrations were mild and nothing too intense, thankfully.

Your lower tummy was already churning and you could feel the knot building there. Sevika's fingers rubbed your clit as she pushed in and out with a very slow pace.

It was her motive to torture you. "You look so fucking cute like this." Sevika smirked.

"Sev." You moaned. "Please..."

Sevika wasn't listening as she clamped your mouth shut using her big hand, her other hand continued it's relentless assault on your small twitching clitoris causing your whole body to jerk every now and then.

You moved, Sevika's flesh hand coming off your mouth so you could let out a needy whimper—

You trembled. "Sevika, please. Need to come."

No matter how much you begged Sevika wasn't gonna let you come anytime soon, she stopped thrusting and pulled the dildo out. Sevika rested the vibrating shaft again your clit.

"Why did you stop?" You asked as you whined out, legs wrapping around Sevika's big frame.

Sevika reached for the vibrator remote on the bedside table, cranking it to its highest intensity.

Your hips twitched, back leaving the bed. Sevika pushed you down.

Sevika smirked. She didn't say anything more.

"What a little shit." You thought.

And then with that fuck-ass smirk she resumed, the strap slipping back inside your hole. Your very sensitive hole.

You threw your head back, slow moans escaping your mouth as you squirmed due to the overwhelming pleasure. The vibrating sensation felt amazing inside. Your hole clenched around it needily causing Sevika to cock a brow. "That good?"

"Sev, please, stop playing around. I wanna come." You said before moaning loudly. Your hips rose from the bed but Sevika gently pinned it back down.

Sevika thrusted inside with precision. You were a moaning mess and you truly thought she'd let you come.

"So pretty for me, princess." Sevika cooed. Her tone was patronising yet didn't give away what was on her mind.

Especially because your back arched off the bed and your arms wrapped up around Sevika's frame.

You were close.

The knot in your tummy almost felt painful as it twisted because Sevika drew your impending orgasm out and out and...

Sevika stopped.

You let out an actual audible whine leave your lips before you pouted out your bottom lip, curling downwards. Sevika's heart almost melted seeing you make that expression and her flesh hand came up to cradle the side of your face.

"Oh my sweet girl. Do you really want to come that desperately?"

"Yes please Sevika. I need it." You said softly, eyes threatening to fill with tears if Sevika didn't comply.

"I guess my hands are tied then." Sevika smiled in a silent promise, and this time she actually made you come.

[betweensnoopy]

roommate!hamzah

summary: hamzah is the worst roommate ever!

warnings: nsfw! hamzah being a munch frl

roommate!hamzah is such an asshole now that you’ve been living with him for the past six months—the first two months were so great. before this whole thing, hamzah was contributing to cleaning the house, changing the cats litter, even brining you food. now all he does is record videos, eat, play games, and invite girls over just to ghost them a week later.

last week the sink was filled with dishes. cups, plates, bowls, mugs—you name it. and the best part is… they’re barely yours! you’ve been at work and taking double shifts for the extra money while hamzah stayed at home with the cats and doing whatever.

you unlocked the front door to your shared home with your annoying roommate already hearing his loud video game playing in the living room. setting your purse and keys down—you notice the pile of dishes in the sink, once again (mind you, you washed the dishes this morning). ‘oh my fucki- hamzah!’ you groan and roll your eyes. the man groans, already annoyed at you, and walks into the kitchen.

messy curls, has on the same shirt from yesterday, and those black glasses that always makes him look attractive no matter what he looks like.

your eyes look at the dishes, then at hamzah, back at the dishes and then back at hamzah. ‘how did all these dishes get in sink when i washed the dishes literally this morning?’ you smack your lips and walk pass hamzah, slightly bumping his shoulder.

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, leaning on the kitchen counter—hamzah shrugs his shoulders. ‘i don’t know. all i did was make breakfast this morning.’ he yawns. breakfast? so he’s telling you that making breakfast requires a fucking lemon squeezer? oh my gosh what are you gonna do with him?

you stare at hamzah, trying not to cuss a grown man out for acting like a damn 10 year old. ‘can you just clean it please? i told you i have a special friend coming over and i would appreciate it if you cleaned up after yourself.’ you plead, hoping for once—hamzah would do the dishes. hamzah scoffs and walks back over to the couch and plopped his ass right on it and picked up his controller.

‘no. if it’s so important to you and bothering you.. you clean it, y/n.’

it took you everything in your power not to throw your purse at him and strangle him with the strap. you groan and storm to your room ‘your such a fucking asshole!’ you yelled and slam your door. let’s just say that special friend didn’t come over that night..

hamzah grinned to himself as he watched you run your mouth and slam your door, successfully getting on your nerves. that was his goal, it turned him on. you getting mad at him and cussing him out made his cock twitch in his sweatpants. sometimes you things like this happen, he sneaks to his room and quietly (not really) stroke his cock, even pulling up a picture from your instagram—making him cum all over his phone, such a fucking pervert.

-

recently, you’ve been talking to this guy who works with you and he has all the things you look for in a guy. sweet personality, caring, intelligent, and.. cleans after himself! and a few days ago he asked you on a date that today.

you finish the last curl in your hair and set the curling iron off. you reapply some more lip gloss and check yourself out in the mirror. it’s been a while since you’ve been on a date so you picked a dress that hugged your curves in all the right places.

bang! bang! bang!

‘y/n! hurry up, i need to pee!’ hamzah yells outside the bathroom door.

you roll your eyes and finish checking yourself out before opening the door, being face to face with hamzah. his whole demeanor changed, going from annoyed and pissed off to caught off guard.

hamzah has never seen you this dressed up before—i mean he’s seen you in a dress before but not one that makes his dick twitch..

‘whoa, where we going..?’ the man looks at you up and down and watch you as you leave the bathroom, following you to your room—his eyes never leaving your figure. you pick up your shoes and favorite purse before answering his question.

you chuckle ‘we aren’t going anywhere, not that it’s any of your business but im going on a date tonight.’ you smile and turn the lights out before leaving your room. date? who would be brave enough to ask you on a date? hamzah scoffs and fold his arms across his chest.

‘oh really? and who is this guy?’ hamzah mumbles, a hint of jealousy in his tone. you smile at hamzah and ignore his question, sliding on some slippers and grabbing your car keys. ‘are you not gonna answer my question?’ hamzah asks, eyes locked on your ass.

‘make sure you replace the cat litter, I don’t need our house smelling like cat shit.’ you say as your walking out the door. hamzah sigh and rubs eyes, not even wanting to look down, knowing there’s a raging hard on looking right at him back.

-

you return home with a disappointed face, heels are off, hair is in a claw clip, and the cat litter is STILL not replaced. you walk in the living room and see hamzah, just sitting in the couch—literally doing nothing. he looks up at you ‘hey, uh.. how’d your date go?’ he asks softly,

you sigh and sit beside him, leaving very little room. ‘it fucking sucked.’

oh.. that wasn’t the answer he was thinking of

hamzah looks at you, at your lips then your face. god damn.. he never realized how pretty you are. ‘the guy was so fucking disrespectful and definitely doesn’t know how to talk to a girl, and the best thing is.. he left me! he ditched me, saying he was going to bathroom… yeah right.’ you ramble, not even noticing you haven’t given hamzah a chance to talk.

he was speechless, how does a guy ditch a girl like you? mind you this man is still going crazy on how he can hate you one day and want to fuck you the next day.

you sigh and look down, fidget with your nails. ‘how come a guy never wants to be with me? i try to be perfect for someone and then they turn around and treat me like shit.’ you sadly mumble. hamzah stared at you while you be in your sad mood.

‘how about i make your night better..?’ hamzah says out of nowhere. you give hamzah a confused look and lightly scoff ‘and how will you do that? finally clean the house?’ you roll eyes. hamzah never did anything to make you happy, it felt like he was literally there just to make your life more miserable.

‘no, i wanna eat your pussy...’

excuse me? your head quickly turn towards hamzah, your eyes wide—surprised by the words that just came out his mouth. hamzah looks at you with a straight face, serious about his request.

you exhale and clear your throat, you don’t know what to say. let’s look at it this way, your messy but very attractive roommate just asked to eat you out, you haven’t sex or anything in months. you were desperate, what else would you do?

‘it’s fine if you say n-’ ‘no no no, you.. you can do it.. just fuck.. don’t tell anyone this happened’ you sighed

hamzah smirks and pulls you closer to him, like you weren’t close to him already. he grabs your hips and sits you on his lap, yours legs on each side of him. he leans in to kiss your neck, your breath hitching each lick, kiss, and nibble hamzah does on your neck. hamzah slowly lays you down on the couch, mouth staying on your neck, creating a dark hickey, marking you for everyone to see.

hamzah moves down to your thighs, pushing your dress up for full access. he planted kisses up and down both of your thighs, teasing you, what an asshole. growing impatient, you slightly groan ‘hamzah, get to it already..’ you say breathlessly. hamzah moves from your neck, a shitty grin on his face. ‘i wanted to take it slow.. but if you insist.’ hamzah removes your wet panties off of you and throws them carelessly to the side.

‘damn, you’re this wet just by me kissing you?’ he teases you. you look down at him with pleading eyes, a small moan coming out of your mouth. you and hamzah maintain eye contact as he gathers the wetness between your legs, sucking them off with a smile. hamzahs head lowers between your legs, your cunt is aching at this point. you feel his warm tongue, gasping at the contact, you mouth makes an ‘o’ shape as hamzah puts his tongue to work.

hamzah’s mouth sucked at your clit, earning a soft squeal out of your mouth. your hand moves to hamzah’s head—fingers softly gripping you blonde tips. wet, loud, and moans fill the living room, fuck, you hope blue and red aren’t in here.

without even noticing, you grind your hips against hamzah’s mouth, trying to get more but hamzah instantly shuts it down. he takes his mouth off of you and looks up at you. ‘stay still or i’m stopping.’ he snarls.

you let out a soft whimper as a response. hamzah goes down again.

you grab the closet pillow next to you and let out a muffled moan. god damn, when did this man learn how to eat pussy this good? hamzah never seemed like the type to actually give a girl pleasure, it felt like he was one of those guys who only cared about themselves cumming. you wrap your legs around hamzah’s neck and you feel his hands rub up and down your sides, you can hear his muffled moans and groans, sending vibrations through out your body.

His tongues goes deeper inside you, basically tongue-fucking you, making you see stars. swirling his tongue around and licking ways you didn’t even know was possible.

‘hamzah.. fuck..’ you moan, removing the pillow so he could hear your moans, and he did. his cock got harder the moment he heard you moan his name. you grip his blonde curls as you feel a knot in your stomach. ‘hamzah, baby.. im gonna cum..’

the knot in your abdomen tightens and your eyes close as hamzah fucks you with his tongue, going in and out. not even 2 minutes later, you explode, feeling your orgasm wash over you, cumming with a loud cry. hamzah doesn’t get off just yet, he’s making sure he gets very single drop, he’s been dreaming of his moment and now that he’s got it, he’s making sure he gets everything.

the man rises up with a smirk on his face, mouth glistening with your cum and some spit. he uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. your eyes flutter open to see him. hair is messy, eyes are low, and he’s rock hard..

you look down at the bulge in his pants and then into his eyes. ‘you want me to help you with that?’ you say, voice slight hoarse from all the loud moaning you just did. hamzah rises an eyebrow and looks down.

‘don’t worry about me. tonight was all about you.’ he grinned.

sigh.. you really hope he doesn’t tell anyone about this..

hi guys! so.. this is my first time EVER writing smut, um I hope I did okay because omg lmao. you hope you guys liked this, it’s pretty long but oh well. and also thank you for 200 likes on my last post!!! that means sooo much to me! love you guys, bye!

-reneé

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But now, everything has vanished… 😔

In an instant, our home was destroyed by relentless bombardment. We were forced to flee, searching for safety, but there is no safety. We are living a daily nightmare, moving from one shattered place to another without hope. 😟💨

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