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me, writing didi for the first time in an actual long while: I Have Been Possessed By The Gorl

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"Are you suggesting I couldn't be strong enough for both me and my little morsels?" If she wanted strength, she would have known what every inch of him tasted like by now.

"Why would I want an equal playing field when I could have an advantage?"

"I like crudités." She smiles, almost fondly. "Much easier to chew through than," Both brows raise at him. "rump."

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Thomas Barrow smoking ❤️‍🔥

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a whole bunch of gazan mutual aid projects and nonprofits. if the decision of which individual fundraiser to give to feels too daunting, or if you just want to help as many people as possible in one go, these are great initiatives to support.

care for gaza - focuses on providing food and essential supplies. donate here or here.

connecting humanity - securing internet access via donations of virtual sim cards (esims). if you can't afford a whole plan yourself, crips for esims is a communal pool that will use your donation to purchase and maintain esims

gaza soup kitchen - provides food, medical care, and classes for children. also has a gofundme

glia gaza medical support initiative - provides medical care through field clinics and tents at hospitals. donations can also be sent through their website.

ele elna elak - provides clean water, food, clothing, and shelter. they also have a gofundme

life for gaza - raising money for the gaza municipality to repair water and waste management infrastructure

taawon - partners with local civil organizations to provide food, water, medical care, shelter, and basic supplies

the sameer project - running various initiatives providing tents, medical care, and necessities. they have their own encampment project focused on sheltering families with children, sick and disabled members, or members in need of perinatal care

islamic relief worldwide's gaza emergency appeal - provides food, water, hygiene kits, medical supplies, and psychological support

baitulmaal - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, shelter, and medical supplies

gaza mutual aid fund - distributes food, hygiene products, water, and other essential supplies, including financial support. run by @/el-shab-hussein's amazing friend Mona. updates can be found on her instagram.

hygiene kits for gaza - provides hygiene supplies including menstrual products, wipes, and toothbrushes/toothpaste

anera - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, hygiene supplies, medicine, blankets and mattresses, and psychological care

palestine children's relief fund - provides supplies and support with a focus on children. also has an initiative for lebanon

dahnoun mutual aid - provides water, food, tents, baby supplies, financial support, and other necessities. updates can be found through their instagram

certainly this is not an exhaustive list, so please feel free to add on other projects or organizations that i didn't include. and as always, please take the time to donate if you can and share. it truly makes all the difference.

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It gets cold at night, colder than you'd expect when you're out West. The sun blazes during the day, but the sand seems to soak in the chill and freeze the night air. Lawrence never cared for the cold, and even less so a cold bed.

His problem was his discernment. A man his age, a man with the deed to the town's brothel at that shouldn't have to suffer through the night alone, but Lawrence didn't want just anyone. And although bedding Zachary had not been a part of the original plan, he can see the appeal.

Zachary, with all his rough and tumble, fiery youth sort of attitude, paraded himself like an unbroken stallion before him, just begging for the spur. Even as his blush bleeds down his neck and he shivers from his own need, he gives a bit of fight.

Lawrence coos as he's told to shut up, finding the defiance makes his cock throb. Even more so at Zachary's admission; it's not common to find a man who enjoys the company of other men, but it's still something of a thrill to think that he could be Zachary's first. He may just have to be nice.

Skilled hands continue to stroke him, wrists twisting with every downstroke, thumb pressing against the head once reaching the top once more— it's a practiced move that he's so well-versed in that he can keep up the steady pace as he thoughtfully looks down at the other man. "I will, darlin'. Don't you worry about that."

Hand that held him down slides down to his broad chest, trailing along the curve of his muscles, delighting in how they tensed and shuddered under his touch. His exploration lasted only a moment before it reached up again, not stopping his ministrations down below as two free fingers press against Zachary's lips. "Suck 'em." He smiles, so damn sure of himself. "Can't get you ready for me 'til they're nice and slick. You can do that, can't you?"

A wolf in sheep's clothing; that's what he is and what makes him so conniving. He can rub elbows with those with wealth and class as easily as he can bounce one of the local babes on his knees. He is so sly and so slick that he can infiltrate any home in Blue Boulder, and they would welcome him with open arms.

With his hand on his neck, it's not hard to see that Lawrence could probably snap it, smother him, beat him down in this position— he could do it, had he a mind to. But no, his mind has been persuaded with better, more lustful thoughts.

Zachary pleads with him and he notes that, perhaps another time, he will have to get dear Zachary on his knees and make him suck his cock. He's got the prettiest eyes that would look even more stunning filled with tears and his face stricken with adoration.

But for now, he'll take this, the younger shimmying out of trousers, Lawrence removing his grip only to help him undress. "Mhmm," He admits, gaze going down between Zachary's legs once jeans are gone, nothing but a thin layer of fabric between him and nudity. Although, that's not covering much. Lawrence sucks in a breath. "Big boy." He compliments before going further into his answer.

"I've indulged in a number of sins Zachary. This one happens to be one of my favorites." Fingers curl into the hem of that last layer, tugging it down until Zachary was left completely bare before him. "...You ever been with a man?"

Lawrence brings a hand to his mouth, licking a stripe along the length before wrapping it around Zachary's cock, giving it an exploratory pump. He wants to see how sensitive his little friend really is. "Or have you just been dreamin' 'bout it?" He muses, watching with lidded eyes how Zachary reacts. "Layin' awake at night...touchin' yourself an' thinkin' 'bout being mounted?"

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As far back as he could go in his shared memories, there have always been deals. Not all his former forms used them in such a way— minus the olive-skinned youth that ran about during the height of the Roman Empire. Blood had flowed as easily as the wine, and he had many pretty faces begging for his silver tongue— but Reaper always felt he was one of the more creative Reapers.

"Good girl." She was right! And she's rewarded with a little kiss to the top of her head, the pace of his fingers between her legs slowing to a steadier, more manageable rhythm.

He chuckles against her hair, downright nuzzling into it as she pleads. Just two more and he won't have to wait either. "And a please?" Another kiss as fingers spread a little, noting that she was more than ready for his cock. "You do have good manners."

Fingers slide out, now coated in her slick that would be noticeable against her rear when his hand came down, leaving yet another red palm print behind. He's kinder now, going back to stroking the marks he left behind, soothing her with little pecks and coos. "Just one more."

She does try her hardest, doesn't she? Both to annoy and to be obedient; it seems counterintuitive if you ask him. Spirit put so much work into being a pain in the ass but then does her very best to get through these little punishments, suddenly remorseful for actions she will undoubtedly do again.

He knows she can behave just fine, but it's still pretty fun to remind her on occasion. The hard part isn't getting her where he wants her, really, but holding out. He's all for patience but— shit, she really is wet.

Reaper hums thoughtfully, like he's inspecting merchandise and not fingering dear Spirit within an inch of her life. A third finger is added, just to see if she would take it as nicely as she says.

"Worked up? That what you call it?" Reaper taunts from behind, hand working into a nice rhythm, punctuating all her sentences just right. "You remember what number you're on?" He questions, fingers pumping faster, harder— Reaper's not supposed to make this easy on her, after all.

"Maybe we won't do 'til thirty...maybe if you could be very, very good...and make it to twenty, I can show some leniency." He kisses the top of her head as he continues. "Only if you're good though. Sounds good?"

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Mikey Madison - Los Angeles Times.

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you know i only have eyes for you. (Louslie!)

👉👈 REALLY? | Not Accepting.

"Yeah, well," Leslie attempts to sound unaffected. He's never been the jealous sort; there's no need for that sort of thinking. Whoever he's with can find someone better than him and usually end up doing just that.

Lou was different. Or, maybe, how he felt about her was different. He thinks his heart might really break for good if she ever left him. "I'm just," Lou's given a quick glance, her serious, thoughtful expression making his chest tighten. "I'm just being stupid. I think about someone charmin' you away and my life flashes before my eyes— just fuckin'," Hand waves in front of his face. "decades of Parcheesi with my parents and that one time I was tied naked to a goal post. Horrifying."

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THE CREEP TAPES Tape 3: JEREMY

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"I like crudités." She smiles, almost fondly. "Much easier to chew through than," Both brows raise at him. "rump."

The shades she just removed upon entering took up half her face. It's a sharp contrast to how little her shirt is actually covering her chest.

"—Is it customary for you to manhandle the staff over brunch," Stands only for a brief moment before another waiter rushes to pull out her chair. They learned from last time. "Or did I come at a bad time, hm?"

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The shades she just removed upon entering took up half her face. It's a sharp contrast to how little her shirt is actually covering her chest.

"—Is it customary for you to manhandle the staff over brunch," Stands only for a brief moment before another waiter rushes to pull out her chair. They learned from last time. "Or did I come at a bad time, hm?"

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Hasn't spotted her yet; can sense a disturbance; grabs the waiter by the shirtfront. "Hide the men."

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HERETIC, 2024 | Hugh Grant as Mr Reed

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Kevin was his soft spot. He may not think of himself as soft in any aspect, but to Evgeni he was precious. And while Evgeni tried to be good to everyone and certainly didn't have it in him to be purposefully cruel, Kevin was in his own category.

Even if he had asked, he still managed to be surprised by the other's release. His eyes widened as he moaned, feeling so suddenly full and warm as he's gripped so tightly. Air doesn't fill his lungs as easily in this position, but he does gasp for it, his own incoming release making his stomach tighten and his heart quicken.

A jumble of thoughts, dirty ones honing in on how hot Kevin felt inside, how deliciously full he was, how lovely Kevin's face contorted when he released; it's all playing at once in his head at full volume, making his heart beat so loud he can hear it in his ears before he finally lets go, cum spurting out along Kevin's stomach as he desperately clings and whines through it.

He may be embarrassed by the pitiful sounds he's making later, but right now he can't help himself. Not when Kevin is making him feel this good.

The repetitive thoughts are gone now that the rest of his mind is empty, his consciousness seemingly leaving him until his love's kiss brings him back, Evgeni immediately kissing back and scrambling to cling to him. He can't think straight but he does know he wants to be completely tangled in him.

Kevin asks him a question and a vague, satisfactory answer is slurred out before he feels lips on him again, Evgeni moaning into the kiss; he did feel good and he did feel stuffed. By all intents and purposes, Kevin has outdone himself once again...but that didn't mean it had to end. A moment's rest would be nice though, which he points out with a soft, I think I need to lie down, and an enthused giggle.

"Just...just for a little bit." He kisses him again, finding himself unable to stop. "I want you again."

It does feel, if only for a moment, that everything's slowed. The movement of his hips, his breathing— Kevin slowly blinks as he looks up at him with such wonderment. For a second he forgets where he is, what he's doing, and just lets the notion that he and Kevin loved one another hang in the air. No one was running, no one was doing the wrong thing...they were just in love.

The tightening around his throat brings him back to Earth and it makes his eyes clench shut, a shaky, pitiful little gasp leaving him. It all picks up, in fact; the strain for air, the stuttering of his hips smacking against Kevin's once more. It's like waking up mid-dream, still disoriented, still full of adrenaline from the chase or the fall before you realize you're not in that fantasy world any longer. The only indication he hadn't just dreamed up Kevin saying he loved him was when he said it again, perfectly clear and desperate as they moved.

One hand grips at the arm that was choking him so well, clinging to him like an anchor. The other hand now lowers, wrapping around his own hard cock, dribbling out pre-cum with every thrust of his hips. "Do it." Muttered out in an almost bark of a moan (a cry? a wail? It was hurried and hard and needy, that's all he needs to know) as eyes flutter open. Or attempt to. It's hard to keep them open when he's so lightheaded. "Please," sweetly follows, as Evgeni could never be so demanding.