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“why do you still use tumblr?”

listen— i have to keep track of my hyper fixations somehow

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Hello 👋

Please take a moment to read my story.

I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.

We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. Our house was completely destroyed. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.

Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, but it too became rubble. Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.

If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,

With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.

With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,

Heba Al-Dahdouh.

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Shower Slides (L Lawliet)

Kinktober 2024 Day Twelve: Thighjob

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

L usually doesn’t knock before he opens the door. 

But that’s alright. That’s okay. You never really minded. You never really cared to lock anything when you knew it was just you and him alone. And besides, to you, he was always welcomed where you were. Always. But he was also L. You couldn’t deny that. You just couldn’t. That’s why you didn’t have anyone to blame for your current predicament. 

Absolutely no one to blame- except for yourself. 

“Hrrgh…” Your boyfriend’s voice comes out softly from his throat as he moans into your ear. It’s a low sound. A desperate one. A needy one. But it’s not unfamiliar. And certainly not unattractive. It pairs nicely with the way his body molds into yours. It’s just loud enough to be heard over the wild shuffling that happens as he tries to bury his face into your way into your neck. It’s accented with kisses. It’s peppered in little love bites. It’s a gesture that reminds you all too much of clingy L- the one who has tried on many occasions to hold you in an attempt to keep you from leaving his side. But you know the truth here, and the man that you're dealing with right now is not too dissimilar from clingy L. But unfortunately for you…“So soft...like pillows…”

…it’s horny L. Really, really, really horny L. But worse than that?

He’s horny L who currently having a field day with your thighs.

“Baby?” You keep your voice soft as you utter the petname you have for your boyfriend, trying to get his attention. Unfortunately, it seems almost instantly that he must have barely heard it over the sound of his own grunting- if he even heard it at all. And you couldn’t help but wonder if you needed to speak his name louder in order for him to even acknowledge you- much less, break him out of his stupor. But a second later, you feel the grip on your body tighten and an uncharacteristic, displeased, and low sound rumble through his body. You don’t think you’re reaching him anytime soon. But then again, you’re not surprised.

This isn’t the first time he walked in on you right as you were getting out of the shower. Hell, this wasn’t even the first time he walked in on you right as you were getting out of this particular hotel’s shower. He was never really shy about sharing spaces with you. And he adored you too much to let you have too much privacy. He just wanted to be privy to just about every little detail about you there is. But you figured he was just a curious wandering as he opened up the door and walked into the bathroom while you were just stepping out of the shower. You thought he just wanted to gawk and stare and observe you as you began to dry off and perform your aftershower routine. In the way that only L really could.

But he seemed more restless than usual. He didn’t seem too content with leaning with his back against the door and eyeing you down carefully from afar. He didn’t seem too content with just watching you flutter around the bathroom- moving from vanity to shower to where you get you kept all your self-care products and so on. So, he started creeping closer and closer. And at some point, you couldn’t help but notice the distance between you two starting to steadily disappear. Just like you couldn’t help but intentionally turn around every now and give a little swing of your hips. Something to get even a man like L a little excited.

But perhaps you underestimate just how excited he would get just a tad bit too much.

Because all too quickly, the distance between the two of you disappeared completely. You couldn’t help but squeal as you felt him come up behind you and wrap an arm tightly around your midsection. You tried to tell him- you tried to warm him that you’ll only get his clothes soaked and he’ll have to change out of them or deal with sitting in slightly damp clothes. But his breathing started to get heavier. And the way he would rut against your backside became more pronounced. 

And now? You were being pushed into a wall by his lanky, yet strong body. His pants were pooling around his ankles and his boxers were halfway down his legs. Your towel was tossed to the side somewhere far from where you could reach it so he could keep his hands on your hips. His long, dark hair was tickling your throat as he pushed his face against your neck. And his cock- in all its long and leaky and needy glory- was pushing itself through what little space it can find between your thighs. Exactly how he wants it.

“...so soft…” L murmurs- almost like he’s stuck in a trance. You couldn’t see him or his cock from this position. But you could feel the warm, thick thing as it rubbed up against your thighs. And you hear the rustle of his clothes as he moves around, trying to get the best angle possible without actually sticking it in. “...they’re so soft…”

You wondered if you should tell him that he’s allowed to. But then, you wondered if he would even care. He seemed caught up in this particular feeling. He seemed lost in his own mind. Guard down, eyes glazed over, and attention went as he focused on the feeling of his dick being squeezed between two pretty, plush thighs. And unsurprisingly, you couldn’t exactly share in the same feelings to the same intensity. You couldn’t derive as much pleasure as your L did from this position. You just couldn’t. Even though the slow rolls of his hips into your backside mimicked the motion of sex, it was him alone lost in the euphoria of his own creation. It’s not like he was even coherent enough to rub his cock up against your clit or even try to push it inside your lower lips on the occasional.

That said, it’s not that like you weren’t enjoying yourself, of course. Every snap of his hips that sent his cock through your thighs as you squeezed them as tight as you could for him had you moaning softly as well. And who wouldn’t at such an erotic scene? Who wouldn’t want to share in such an intimate moment with their boyfriend? Who wouldn’t want to take advantage of what happens when you have a boyfriend who never knocks. You would be a fool not to. And besides…

…who says this wasn’t all a part of your plan to begin with?

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Urgent Urgent 🚨🙏

Today we took our little son to the hospital because he suffers from a chest infection that affects his breathing and causes him pain. I hope that every living conscience will help us save our young son’s life and donate any amount you can.

Unfortunately, there is no treatment in the hospital for my young son. Help us before it is too late.

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I just realized it’s kinktober… sorry for missing the first six days. Let me cook.

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Being a writer and choosing your go on a break feels as wrong as when people say Lord Voldermolt in Harry Potter

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House of Kinks (Teaser) ask open

Day One: He loves me, he loves me not (FT. Stepdad Toji)

Day two: Shallow heart (FT. Light Yagami)

Day three: Take a break (FT. Mellow)

Day four: One man down (FT. Ryuzaki)

Day five: Bunny (FT. Tanghiri)

Day six: i need to run (FT. Shinsou Hitoshi)

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Oh my god, will everyone shut up talking about In Another Life? Now I'm forced to stay up reading it, with predictions of tears

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Why TF did i JUST realize, its time to start preparing for kinktober...i was thinking of last year then rebern wait no, its happening this year AGAINNNNN. my followers finna be happy asf lol ughhhhh, another month of burnout

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I’ve been waiting a year to post this

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fat pussy appreciation post. I’m talking chubby kitties, big thighs. no gaps. juicy juicy.

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writer’s block isn’t real, it’s just your characters deciding to go on strike because they’re mad about how you’ve been treating them

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Idk who needs to hear this but you do not need to impress your fictional other!!! You shouldn't have to feel insecure because some people in their fandom insist they could never love someone like you. You're perfect and your f/o loves you for who you are!!! You don't have to pretend to be someone you are not with them!! That's the beauty of fiction! It's make believe! You're allowed to love them, gush about them, and date your fictional other as much as you want and that's your creative right!!

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I've discussed Suguru and Satoru preferring milfs, but you know who else likes their women older? Shoko. After graduating Jujutsu Tech, she decided to get a medical degree. She gets into Japan’s top college, and focuses on school. Besides the occasional fuck, she stays away from dating, throwing herself into her studies. Put simply, she's a studious fuck girl who doesn't even entertain the idea of a relationship.

Until she meets you.

It's her senior year, and that means student residencies at hospitals. You become her supervisor, and the first thing that strikes her is how gorgeous you are. She can barely get through a sentence doing the introduction, her mind focused on how good you look in that lab coat.

She knows you'd look even better only in the lab coat.

Shoko tries to stay professional, truly. But every little thing you do tempts her. The amount of time she's masturbated to the thought of you is shameful, and the senior surgeon who always flirts with you has become her enemy. Doesn't he know he's too old for you? You need something younger and tender, like her.

After a successful risky surgery, you invite Shoko out for drinks. Sure, the entire team goes to celebrate, but she still feels special. When she discovers how amorous you become with drinks, a devious plan forms.

Step one: Invite you out

Step two: Get you drunk

Step three: Profit

It should be noted that profiting in this case is fucking you, over and over again.

Fortunately for you, after three glasses of wine, you confess having feelings for her that you shouldn't, so getting you absolutely wasted wasn't necessary. Y'all fuck that night, and Shoko is on cloud nine. A workplace affair begins, risky business that could see you ruined. She doesn't want that to happen.

At least, she didn't want it to happen, before she notices a curse attaching itself to you. You can sense its presence, but you can't see it, rendering you helpless. That forces her to realize how dangerous it is for you to work in a hospital, and just the depth of her feelings for you.

And that's, dear reader, is how you end up in her basement, tucked away safe and sound.

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Hello,,

My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.

Beloved of my heart (Bakr)

Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.

My House before...

Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..

The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.

Our beautiful memories.. :(

We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.

Baker used to play with his dog.

Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.

With deepest gratitude,

Ashraf & the Family

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A True Monarch

CW: Manipulation, religious corruption, religious sexualization (?), blasphemies,

A/N: This is my first time writing for Asa Emory, this will be written in 3rd POV and always, send in a ask<3

The church bells chimed in a beautiful synchronization, and every young girl ran around the aisles of 2-foot-long mahogany wood benches, tripping and scraping their ankles with carpet burn due to the white dresses with a big bow tied in the back.

Every teen girl wore their hair in braids with flower pins, and knee-length dark blue dresses, the fabric appearing silk, each one looking after a smaller child.

On the other hand, the young adult women wore mid-thigh thick black dresses with a big bow on the front, they were in a variety of styles, and the church was essentially, bustling with many groups of busy females.

They were told to make the sanctuary cathedral into utter perfection, why? well, the pastor's one and only son would be in attendance today. Many older women rumored it would be the prodigal son's first return since he was 15, well the age varied, but one thing was sure, he had been gone for a long time due to his refusal of the church in which his father so passionately believed, it was unknown as to why his return was now and so sudden, but you simply thought, who needs an excuse to come home?

Every Nun stood out front, the chimes of the bells increasing rapidly letting you know the guest was now arriving, everyone settled onto a bench until each one was filled, and then you, the First Lady of the cloth, and Pastor Emory walked outside to greet the Pastors son..

"What did you say his name was again?" you ask the pastor as you two stroll down the cobblestone pathway, your hands shake and your palms feel sweaty with nerves, you feel the pressure to impress since after all you were the standard of a perfect lady here.

Knowing every bible passage by age 10, being a choir member, a volunteer for the children, being baptized at 15, sworn to celibacy at 17, and joining the ladies of the cloth at just 20 was a huge achievement along with ranking your way to the top of the pyramid, you succeeded every expectation of a female cloth member, now the first woman to be the First lady of the cloth at only 22.

You were prized by the entire Christian community. "His name is Asa, don't fear his unusual views on our way of life" The pastor warns you in a smooth tone with a hand on the point between your shoulders.

"Yes, father, I have been made aware that your son does not belive in our one and true god." You are mature enough to still accept such a sinful man into this sanctuary though, when finally approaching the gates, you see him.

You never understood what people meant by calling a non-African-American person Tall, dark, and handsome. But, now you did, it was his presence as a whole that made your knees quiver and when his eye, seemingly black, glimmering holes stared you up and down you felt a shiver go through your core. As a lady of faith, you knew nothing of this physical reaction. Taking a deep breath you compose yourself bow and speak; "Welcome home, Young Master Asa" he chuckles at you and lifts you by your chin to stop your bow.

"Please, just call me Mr. Emory…" His voice had a crazed and sexy tone to it, even his soft laugh, but it didn't seem real. "May I lead you to where you must be appointed?" I ask and before he could peak Father Emory interrupts. "Please, allow me and my son to catch up first" You nod at his words and walk off feeling Asa's eyes on you to the church doors.

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can you do older brother suguru finding out his little sister came home late from a party and he sees it as his duty as a good older brother to give her a virginity check ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

(CW: inc*st, DUB/CON because reader is drunk, fingering, teasing, or*asm denial, heavy use of 'princess' and 'baby' and 'little girl', my usual bad writing)

sure thing bb. thanks to ma friend for reading the w.i.p. BLOSSOM finally working on her rqs yaaay ~BLOSSOM

fuck. were the lights that bright always inside the house? you had to stop for a bit and cover your eyes, leaning against the closed door.

yeah you were drunk. but aren’t young adults allowed some fun here and there? the memories alone from the party made you smile, as fuzzy as they were, while you stumbled into the living room with your eyes closed.

going up the stairs wasn’t an option, no. you’d probably have to crawl on your hands and knees if you wanted to make that trip without cracking your head open. the couch, on the other hand, sounded just sweet right now. all you had to do was find-

“OW!” the couch found you first, you could say. fell over it and deflated like dough over the cushions, burying your head in them. you hadn’t even taken your shoes off at the entrance but you didn’t have time for that, you had more important things to do!

like sleeping. yeah… sleeping…

“huh? sis? is that you?”

“b-big bro!”

your little squeals were so cute. the way your hands fumbled between pushing at his shoulders and covering your face, words slurred together so badly it was almost funny.

“hmm?” SUGURU only looked up at you, with that usual smile of his and those warm half-lidded eyes, acting like absolutely nothing was wrong. and nothing was wrong, right? just a big brother, your beloved big brother, who always looked after you and made sure you were happy, healthy and taken care of.

“what's wrong, princess?” he asked, gently; one hand running up and down your hip and waist, the other rubbing up and down your puffy cunny lips slowly. “feeling bad anywhere? where do i need to look first?”

he didn't let you get a word in, didn't let you think at all; not that you had much to think with. the alcohol in your brain made it kind of difficult to.

SUGURU hissed, both hands joining the wet sticky fun of spreading your slickness around with both thumbs, almost like fingerpainting. “who touched you here?” he all but groaned.

you let out a sob, legs twitching and struggling to remain open like your big bro told you. you didn’t want to disobey him, but with the way SUGURU was touching, it was difficult to stay put. your panties hung from one of your knees, and jerked with each spasm of your thighs

 “no one!” you swore, “n' one, big bro! 'h prommy!”

“you 'prommy'?” SUGURU chuckled lowly. and he hummed, pressing down with a thumb on the hood of your clit, more and more forcefully until you cried and squirmed and he had to wrestle your thighs open again. “i don't believe you, baby. i think you acted like a slut today”.

“noooo!” you whimpered again. SUGURU had to bite back another chuckle.

“you wanna be a good girl for me?” he watched in satisfaction as you nodded, with that stupid pout on your face. “then you gotta be honest. did any boy touch this pretty pussy? you're still an innocent little girl f'me?”

once again, he didn't let you think much, not when he was spreading your folds with his fingers; stretching your little hole from the sides, until it spat more glimmering juices that pooled under you on the couch. sloppy. so hot. SUGURU had to take a deep breath to reign himself in, and not lean in and eat you out until you passed out.

“y-yes! n'one... down there, b-big bro, st'll... v-virgin f'r you!”

“hmm, is that so? then…” one hand moved up, from your thigh up your tummy and finally to your neck; “why are you so wet?”

your big bro wasn't careful at all. just shoved two thick fingers up your pussy; curved them and you moaned, while he angled his palm just right to punish your clit with the meaty parts. “hmm fuck, s'tight,” he purred, feeling around to find your soft little weak spot, his cold rings clicking against each other from the movement.

but, he noticed you hadn’t answered yet. SUGURU caressed your little neck up and down, squeezing just the tiniest bit until your eyes widened at him. “nd? why's my princess s'wet then, hm? who got his stupid hands 'll over this princess pussy? didn' even do it right, you're still so tight 'round jus' two fingers, baby”.

your eyes rolled, mascara and eyeliner running down with tears. suguru was fingering you squelchy and fast, barely pulling out his digits really, abusing that little spot inside of you that made your lower belly tingle.

“you really shouldn't drink,” SUGURU scoffed. “you can't handle your alcohol at all, baby. can' even answer your big bro properly. what if someone took advantage of that, hm?”

“ah!” SUGURU was mean. mean, mean enough to press with evil strength against that spot, your hips lifting from the couch with a broken sob. he kept them up, in the air, controlling your weak, pathetic little body.

it was so easy. you were so easy.

“big bro! fuck!” you cried. your thighs were tensing up but your hips were trembling, your big bro's thumb just kept rubbing your clit and he was targeting your gummy walls so good! pleasure burned now, and your nails dug on the couch, your head tilted back, you weren't sure if you were begging with your mouth or just in your head and-

then it stopped.

SUGURU wiped his fingers on your thigh, then gave you two firm pats down there that got you squirming, before removing his hand completely.

“suguru! you-!” the curse died in your throat with a grumble. why?! and he had the gall to laugh at you, crawling over your body to give you a brotherly kiss on the forehead.

“sorry, princess. but you know you can't cum, right?” he smirked, nuzzling along your cheek, collecting the tears piling up in your eyes with soft kisses. like you didn't hate him right now. he figured as much when you squirmed, and he had to pin your wrists with one hand to the side of your head.

“if you cum, you won't be a virgin 'nymore... so just hold on f'r a bit while i’m checking in on you”. again he stole your breath, when he eased three fingers inside your hole, and started feeling around for that sweet spot again.

“you're enough of a big girl to get drunk, so you can be a big girl now and take a lil' bit more”.