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500-moths-in-a-trenchcoat · 11 months

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for the new year, i have decided to make a couple edits and additions to the almighty Calendar. happy 2024.

IT JUST HAPPENS

DAY 15 GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

Thursday the 20th

The Fifth of Wednesday

Second Week of May: Eurovision

Sometime in June: That One Halloween Post Starts Circulating

Sometime in July: Dancing Pumpkin Man Video/Gif

WEEKLY EVENTS (at least the ones i celebrate)

Every Monday: Garfield Hates Mondays

Every Tuesday: Tom Servo Tuesday

Every Wednesday: It Is Wednesday My Dudes

Every Thursday: Out of Touch Thursday

Every Friday: Flat Fuck Friday

Every Saturday: Sea Slug Saturday

Every Sunday: Energy Sword Sunday

YEARLY EVENTS

January 1: Copyright Expiration Day

January 8: Spiders Georg Day

January 16: Appreciate a Dragon Day

January 18: Bug Race

January 29: Threshold Day

All of February: Funguary

ALSO All of February: Femslash February

February 3: WOE, VANILLA EXTRACT BE UPON YE

February 13: Galentines Day

February 14: Aromantic/Asexual Day

March 9: Miku Day

March 10: Mario Day

March 14: Pi Day

March 15: Ides of March

March 23: Ever Given Got Stuck Today

April 1: Mishapocalypse

April 2: Dashcon Announcement Anniversary

April 3: Dannypocalypse

April 8: Rex Manning Day

ALSO April 8: MARGARET THATCHER IS DEAD

April 13: Neil Banging Out The Tunes

ALSO April 13: Homestuck Day

April 20: haha 420 blaze it

April 25: The Perfect Date

April 28: Ed Balls Day

April 30: It's Gonna Be May

All of May: Mermay

May 3: Beginning of Dracula Daily

May 4: May the 4th Be With You

May 5: Revenge of the Fifth

May 25: The Glorious 25th of May

All of June: Pride Month

ALSO All of June: IT'S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY

June 5: Barricade Day

ALSO June 5: RONALD REAGAN IS DEAD

June 12: Another Homestuck Day

June 16: Let Papyrus Say Fuck

June 22: Summerween

All of July: Disability Pride Month

July 13-15: Dashcon Anniversary

July 20: Moon Landing

September 8: The Queen Is Dead and Sans Undertale Killed Her

September 11: Mole Interest Monday

September 19: Talk Like A Pirate Day

September 21: DO YOU REMEMBER-

All of October: SKELETON WAR

ALSO All of October: People Draw A Lot Month? (so many names)

October 3: Mean Girls Day

ALSO October 3: Fullmetal Alchemist Day

October 13: Treat Yo' Self

October 20: Unnecessary Feelings Day

October 31: HALLOWEEN

November 5: honestly what didn't happen that day

November 19: Goncharov

November 29: HENRY KISSINGER IS DEAD

All of December: Will the Gävle Goat Get Destroyed Again?

December 10: Please, It's Christmas

December 12: Hawaii Part 2

December 23: Christmas Adam

December 24: ALMOST CHRISTMAS MEANS IT WASN'T CHRISTMAS

ALSO December 24: Cabinet Man Day

December 27: Porn Ban Effective Today

#there's definitely more but i'm not versed enough in this #tumblr holidays #add more in the tags/comments please #look i'm trying my best here i've been on tumblr for just over a year at this point #tumblr #tumblr calendar #it's complete. now i may rest.#holidays

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hldailyupdate · 3 months

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Louis looking stunning at the barricade!

Faith In The Future World Tour: Brisbane. (30 January 2024)

#louis tomlinson #louis update #fitf world tour #fitf world tour: brisbane #photo #instagram story #january 2024

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 9 days

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The Finish Line.

masterlist || ask me anything <3

my blurb masterlist is here.

authors note - in honour of the london marathon being held today, and my dad running, enjoy this little blurb.

word count - 1.3k

in which, harrys wife is running the london marathon, having been signed up by her sister in law gemma as a joke and now as she is nearing the finish line, harry is determined to be there to greet her.

2023.

As you sit in your cozy living room on your birthday, your husband Harry by your side and your one-year-old son peacefully asleep on the cushion next to him, you feel content. Gemma, your sister-in-law, suddenly interrupts the tranquil moment with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Happy birthday, sis! I've got another present for you," Gemma announces, holding out an envelope with excitement.

You accept it, exchanging puzzled glances with Harry. "Oh, Gem, you didn't have to get me anything else. You've already spoiled me enough."

Gemma shakes her head, insisting, "Trust me, you're going to love this one. Open it!"

With a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, you tear open the envelope. Your heart skips a beat as you pull out a letter. Your eyes widen in disbelief as you read the words:

"Congratulations! You've been signed up for the 2024 London Marathon."

Your jaw drops, and you stare at Gemma in shock. "What?! Are you serious?!"

Gemma's grin widens. "Absolutely! I know you've been talking about wanting to challenge yourself, and what better way than running a marathon, right?"

You can feel the panic rising within you. "But Gem, I've never even run a half-marathon before! This is insane!"

Harry chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, looks like you've got some training to do, m’love."

You shake your head, still in denial. "No, no way. I can't do this. I'm not ready for something like that.”

2024.

And now, just under halfway through,just seconds away from reaching mile ten,doubts start creeping in, and your legs feel heavier with each step.

The cheering crowds blend into a blur of noise around you.

Just when you're on the verge of giving up, a familiar voice cuts through the chaos, calling your name.

You glance up and spot Harry and your son standing behind the barricades, their faces lit up with pride and encouragement.

With a surge of determination, you veer towards them, pushing through the throngs of runners, apologising when you get in the way.

When you reach them, you're breathless and exhausted, but seeing their smiling faces fills you with a renewed sense of hope.

"H-Harry," you pant, trying to catch your breath. "I don't think I can do this. It hurts."

Harry wraps his arms around you, offering comfort and support. "Hey, hey, you've got this. You've trained so hard f’this moment. Y’stronger than you think."

Tears well up in your eyes as you lean into his embrace. "But what if I can't finish? What if I let everyone down?"

Harry gently tilts your chin up to meet his gaze. "Listen to me, m’love. You've never been a quitter, and you're not about to start now. Remember why you're doing this – for yourself, for our family, We believe in you, and we'll be right here cheering you on every step of the way."

You glance down at your sleeping son, his innocent face a poignant reminder of the love and support surrounding you.

With a determined nod, you straighten up, wiping away your tears. "Okay, I'll keep going. For us."

Harry flashes you a proud smile, planting a kiss on your forehead. "S’my girl. Now go show 'em what you're made of. We'll be waiting for you at the finish line."

It takes you around another two hours to near the finish line, every step feels like an uphill battle.

Your ankle throbs with each stride, threatening to give out beneath you, and a wave of nausea washes over you. The cheers of the crowd blend into a distant hum as you focus all your energy on putting one foot in front of the other.

Your vision blurs with tears of pain and exhaustion, but you can see the finish line looming ahead like a beacon of hope. With every ounce of determination left in you, you push forward, the crowd's encouragement spurring you on.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you limp across the finish line. Tears stream down your face as you collapse onto the ground, the rush of emotions overwhelming you. The volunteer at the finish line rushes over, their concern evident as they kneel beside you.

"Hey there, are you alright? Do you need medical attention?" the volunteer asks, their voice filled with genuine concern.

You manage to nod weakly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I-I think so. Just... just give me a moment."

The volunteer nods understandingly, offering you a bottle of water and helping you sit up. "Take your time. You did an amazing job out there. You should be really proud of yourself."

As you cling to the poor volunteer, you turn to the her with a hopeful expression. "Um, excuse me, could you... could you help me over to my husband, please?"

The volunteer nods understandingly, offering you a supportive arm. "Of course, let's get you over there."

With the volunteer's assistance, you limp over to Harry, each step feeling like a small victory. As you draw closer, Harry's eyes light up with relief and love, his arms open wide to welcome you.

"Thank you so much," you murmur to the volunteer, tears still streaming down your face.

She smiles warmly. "It's my pleasure. Congratulations on finishing the marathon. You're an inspiration."

You nod, touched by her words, before turning your attention back to Harry. His eyes are filled with love and pride as he opens his arms to you, and you melt into his embrace, feeling the warmth and safety of his love surrounding you.

"Oh, Harry," you whisper, tears of exhaustion and joy streaming down your cheeks. "I did it."

He holds you close, his embrace a comforting anchor in the midst of your overwhelming emotions.

"Yes, you did," he murmurs, his voice soft and full of admiration. "I'm so proud of you, m’love. You're incredible."

You bury your face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent and reveling in the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. "I couldn't have done it without you," you admit, your voice muffled against his shirt.

He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his touch tender and reassuring. "Y’stronger than you know, darling. And I'll always be here to support you, every step of the way."

Your heart swells with love for him, overwhelmed by the depth of his devotion.

"I love you, Harry," you whisper, your words a vow of gratitude and affection.

"I love you too, my darling," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "Now let's get you some rest. You've earned it."

Your son looks up from the stroller, his face breaking into a wide grin as he reaches out for you.

"Mama!" he exclaims, his little arms outstretched.

"Hey there, my little champion," you coo, scooping him up into your arms. His giggles fill the air as you pepper his chubby cheeks with kisses, each one a testament to the overwhelming love you feel for him.

Harry watches with a tender smile, his eyes shining with pride and adoration.

"Look at you two," he says, his voice filled with warmth. "My heart could burst with how much I love you both."

You laugh through your tears, the exhaustion and elation of the moment blending together in a whirlwind of emotion.

"I love you too, Harry," you say, your voice choked with emotion. "So much."

With trembling hands, you reach for the medal hanging around your neck, the weight of it a physical reminder of the journey you've just completed. Carefully, you drape it around your son's neck, the metal cool against his warm skin.

"There you go, my little marathoner," you say, your voice catching in your throat. "You deserve this just as much as I do."

Harry wraps his arms around you both, holding you close as you bask in the glow of this precious moment.

"I couldn't be prouder of you, love," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.

"You're my hero."

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barricadescon · 26 days

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100 Days to Barricades!

We are 100 days away from Barricades 2024! All submissions for panels are in, and our programming calendar is currently in progress! Stay tuned for the complete schedule, as well as our final Guest of Honor announcement, coming soon!

If you have not yet registered, you can do so on our website . Tickets are £12, and scholarships are available upon request to [email protected].

#les mis #les miserables #Barricades Con #Barricades 2024

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aaagustd · 4 days

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room for two | jjk: prologue

a series from the "Misfit Parent Collection"

⌞banner and dividers by @itaeewon

title: room for two

pairing: heir/retired boxer!jeon jungkook x single mother!reader

genre/rating: angst, slow burn, eventual smut, strangers to lovers, ceo!jungkook, divorced!reader, aged up characters (in their mid thirties), surrogacy/pregnancy au; 18+

summary: As you signed the contract, you thought all your problems were solved—and so did he. However, no one can predict what life will throw your way.

Despite your prejudices, this journey will reveal that the bond you share goes deeper than your womb.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions a sh*tty parent, character death, borderline inappropriate workplace relationships but nothing has exactly happened, swearing, mentions boxing & knockouts, people either like jungkook or they hate him, let me know if i missed anything

release date: april 26th, 2024; 10:50pm est

note: the prologue is here !! i hope you all are ready for this ride. it's been a two year journey for me and i'm so happy you all get to join me. we have a lot to cover and so many people to meet. i hope you're ready !!

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One year ago.

The doors open to reveal the setting sun on the horizon. Shades of orange and red paint the sky as the faint presence of stars patiently awaits the giant orb's departure.

Jungkook steps out into the crisp evening air without regard for the gusts that violently displace his perfectly styled bangs.

His urgent steps have nothing to do with the conditions. After a long and exhausting day, he tends to enjoy a nippy pre-spring breeze.

When he approaches the exit, his energy is almost completely drained. The first step he takes out of the building is like an instant charge, and the wind hitting his face is like a slap that brings him back to reality.

If that isn't enough to wake up his brain, the sharpness of his security personnel's tone will surely have him alert.

Two men of large stature guide him to his Porsche. He can only imagine the twinkle in his eyes when they land on his baby—resting idly while she waits for him to claim his rightful seat behind the wheel.

Jungkook nearly bypasses his guards as he takes excited strides toward his vehicle. However, a muscular bicep forms a barricade directly in front of the young CEO, reminding him of the dangers of wandering ahead of them in public.

Only authorized staff are allowed on the premises. Still, even a company as large as Sport's 5 cannot dictate who stands on a public sidewalk. Fortunately, most of the people who choose to spend their time out here are harmless. However, he still understands the importance of safety.

Some people are so desperate they'd do anything to get a picture with the Big 5—a panel Jungkook used to sit on before being offered an executive position.

Sport's 5 comprises five individuals who have had exceptional professional sports careers. These are mainly retired sportsmen and women who still love the game.

Jungkook was offered a seat at the table before he could properly hang up his gloves. Everyone wanted to know his story, his input and opinions, and his firsthand account of the KO he delivered right to Joey "The Rhino" Reese.

Although it was the best highlight of his career, he's never publicly spoken on that night out of respect for the legend and his family. It'd be pointless to keep retelling the events when they're online for everyone to see.

Despite keeping his mouth shut about the fall of an icon, he still receives his share of hate from the boxer's diehard fans.

"Coward!"

He hears a man shouting insults from across the street, but most of his words are inaudible due to the distance. It can't be anything good because a family walking by promptly covers their child's ears every time the man opens his mouth.

Like on any other occasion, Jungkook shrugs off the spew of hate and gets into his car, wishing security a safe night. The engine roars as he pushes start. The sound of purring grasps one of the men's attention, and he turns around with a point, a silent compliment that Jungkook accepts with a nod as he speeds away.

With only headlights in his rearview mirror, Jungkook zooms through the city—wondering where his journey will take him. After the day he's had, home seems like a great option, but he isn't in the mood to spend a weeknight surrounded by silence in a large penthouse.

So, he drives downtown, aiming for any bar without a crowd. That shouldn't be too hard. Most people have work tomorrow, and they aren't in the mood for a party, and neither is he.

A distraction is all he needs to ease his restless mind.

He reaches the heart of the city and parks near the curb. Heads turn as he exits his vehicle, wondering who he could be. With his shades on and natural hair color, it's hard for people to recognize his identity these days.

Still, everyone is captivated by the car he steps out of. They could care less about his appearance. The real attention grabbers are the wealth that oozes from his body and his Porsche. Without money, he's just another guy.

Jungkook adjusts his suit as he scopes out the area. He notices the establishment across from him has upbeat music blasting through the speakers. Judging by the people lined up, waiting to get in—it's more of a nightclub than a lounge.

He sighs as he eliminates one place after another, eventually deciding to walk the strip and see what it offers.

He nearly misses it as he strolls aimlessly, but tucked in the corner—dark and rustic—is just what he's been searching for.

Somewhere laid back and secluded; just somewhere you go for a drink and maybe a few rounds of pool.

He can count the number of occupants in there on one hand, so before anyone can figure out who he is, he steps inside and removes his glasses. He scans the room and acknowledges those who randomly lock eyes with him.

Jungkook can't help but admire the way this place is set up. The outside doesn't do it any justice; he can't even remember the name on the sign. He'll have to check on his way out; tell some of his colleagues to visit so it can gain some more customers.

He'll have to look into that another time, though. He wants to spend only a little time here, so he makes his way to the bar.

Two women stand on each side; one is at the register printing someone's bill, and the other is already waiting for him to order.

The greeting he receives is warm and sincere. One you will only find in a few places. He offers a smile, the best he can give, at least.

"Hey. Just a Jack & Coke for me," he replies.

With a slight nod, the bartender begins preparing his drink.

While Jungkook waits, he starts going through his phone, checking texts he missed while he was up to his neck in paperwork.

Most of them are from associates, his trainer, and…

His assistant?

The number isn't saved because he hasn't used it, but he sees the name in a previous message—letting him know he's speaking with the woman he hired four months ago.

6:54 pm (###) ###-####: Hi! I think I dropped my earring in your car when we grabbed lunch today. Can you check?

He doesn't have to.

Jungkook saw when the earring "fell" between the center console and the passenger seat. It happened right after its owner dropped it there.

He can't help but laugh at the whole thing. Had he remembered, he would have said something immediately, but he has to admit that the low-cut blouse was a great choice. He can't count how many red lights he almost ran, sneaking glances.

Usually, he has no problem keeping things professional, but with all the flirting and teasing over the last few weeks, the temptation is becoming a bit unbearable.

Maybe he should take a detour on the way home and return the "lost" item.

7:49 pm Him: I'll look in a few

After he sends the message, his drink is placed before him, and he abandons his phone without hesitation.

"Tab or no?"

"No, love. That's it for me.."

He places a twenty-dollar bill on the bar and pushes it toward the woman behind the counter.

"Keep what's left," he insists.

She takes the cash and walks to the register, leaving him alone to sip his liquor and bob his head to some classic rock.

As soon as the glass touches his lip, he takes a large sip, and regret washes over his entire body.

"What the—"

"Don't drink that," the other bartender whispers sharply.

She rushes over and takes the glass from his hand, instantly replacing it with a new one.

"She's trying, but…"

Jungkook understands entirely. She's still learning. Everyone's been there, even him.

"Don't worry about it," he insists. "Let me grab my wallet—"

She declines.

"It's on me, sweetheart."

Before he can argue, she walks away and disappears with the horrible drink her coworker made.

Despite the little hiccup, Jungkook is glad he found this little gem. It seems like a nice place for a good time, but also somewhere to unwind. There's a bar, a dance floor, a billiards table—and whoever is in charge of the music has great taste.

He'll definitely be back, maybe even tomorrow.

The next sip he takes does exactly what it's supposed to do. "Goddamn it."

The liquor makes his mouth and throat tingle as it travels into his body. He can feel his body relaxing already. Now, all he needs is a shower and—

His phone buzzes in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Once again, the number is unknown.

Jungkook intends to ignore it, but his thumb accidentally presses accept. He stares at the screen in disbelief as he hears the faint sound of someone's voice on the other end of the call.

Slowly, he brings it to his ear and acknowledges the caller.

"Hello?"

"Hi, son."

Great, this is just what he needs right now. A call from his father, someone who basically disowned him for chasing the same dream that led to his wealth and success.

"Yeah, I'm kind of busy. Can I call you back?"

He lies so he can end the call. There isn't a drink here that can give him enough strength to put up with this man. He can't deal with this tonight, and he won't.

"Hold on!" he shouts through the phone, making Jungkook release a defeated sigh.

He's entirely prepared to hang up in his father's face if he has to, but he'll entertain him for a few more seconds.

"Look, I don't know who pumped your balls up so large that you have the audacity to call me, but—"

"It's your grandfather, Jungkook."

There's a pause.

There is a long, dreadful pause. It's as if Jungkook already knows what he's about to say, and unfortunately, his instinct is right.

"He's dead."

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sunshineandlyrics · 1 month

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🇲🇽 Louis and his Mexican flag at the barricade, Silver Tongues, Tecate Pal Norte, 30 March 2024

#🇲🇽#Silver Tongues #Tecate Pal Norte #Louis Tomlinson #30 March 2024 #Louis vid #Mexican flag #barricade #mine

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itsmealaiah · 21 days

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"Special Treatment"

bill x female! fan reader

TW: p in v sex, use of a condom, safe sex (woohoo 🫶), AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, fingering, head (reader rec), profanity, pure filth

Request: Hii can you do a Bill (2013-2024) x reader (fem) where she goes to a concert and gets invited backstage which leads to stuff? x

Rating: mature themes, mdni, 18+

WC: 1.5k

As the crowd surged forward, their excitement palpable like a living, breathing entity, you found yourself pressed against the barricade near the front of the stage. It was as if the energy from the people around you was feeding into the music, making it vibrate through your bones and set your heart racing. You closed your eyes, letting the sound consume you, feeling as though you could drown in the sound and never want to resurface. You had always loved this band, their music had been the soundtrack to so many of your life's moments - both good and bad - and being here, in this moment, was everything you could have ever hoped for.

After the encore, the crowd began to disperse, and you found yourself being pulled along with the current of people as they exited the arena. But then, to your surprise, a security guard approached you and motioned for you to follow him. He led you through a maze of backstage hallways until you finally arrived at Bill's private dressing room. The guard knocked on the door, and when Bill called for you to enter, he stepped aside, allowing you access.

Inside, Bill was sitting on a couch, stripping off his soaked shirt, revealing toned abs and defined biceps. You couldn't help but stare, feeling a mix of awe and desire coursing through your veins. "I saw you in the crowd tonight," he said, meeting your gaze. "You seemed to be really into it." You swallowed hard, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "I-I am," you stammered. "I've been a fan for years." He stood up and took a step closer, his body towering over yours.

"Come here," he whispered, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into an embrace. You melted against him, feeling his hard chest pressed against your soft breasts. His hands began to wander, tracing gentle circles over your back and hips, making your skin tingle. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, kissing your neck.

With a sudden movement, he spun you around, pushing you gently against the wall. His lips crashed down on yours, their roughness sending a thrill through you. His hands slipped under your shirt, cupping your breasts through your bra, and you moaned into his mouth. He kissed you deeper, his tongue dancing with yours, and you could feel the heat building between your legs.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he panted heavily. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want you so bad." Without warning, he lowered himself to his knees, his hands deftly unbuttoning your jeans. He pushed them down over your hips, baring you to his hungry eyes, and then licked his lips, his gaze traveling up your bare legs to meet yours.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked, his voice rough and low. You nodded eagerly, already beginning to feel the familiar ache between your legs. He smiled, a wicked smile that made your heart race, and then lowered his head, taking your aching clit into his mouth. You cried out, arching your back as he sucked and teased you, driving you wild with pleasure.

His fingers found their way inside you, sliding easily past your wetness, and you moaned loudly as he began to thrust them in and out in time with his mouth. You gripped his shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and flex beneath your fingers as he worked you harder. Your orgasm built and built, threatening to overwhelm you, and just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, he swirled his tongue around your clit, sending you careening over the edge.

You cried out his name, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over you. He held you tightly against him, his strong arms supporting your weight as you came down from your high. You felt a pang of sadness as you realized the moment was over, but then he stood up, pulling you to your feet, and kissed you deeply.

"That was amazing," you breathed into his ear, your voice still shaky from the intensity of the experience.

He chuckled, his breath warm against your neck. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." He spun you around in his arms, your back to his chest, and began to kiss and nibble his way down your neck, his hands squeezing your ass cheeks possessively. "And I'm not done with you yet."

He guided you to the bed, pushing you gently but firmly onto your back. His lips found yours again, his tongue dancing with yours as he began to undress you further. Your shirt was pulled off roughly, followed by your bra, revealing your breasts to the cool air. He groaned into your mouth, his hands cupping your breasts before rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His fingers trailed down your stomach, dipping into the waistband of your panties, and then he paused, looking up at you with hooded eyes. "Do you want me to use a condom?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

You nodded, swallowing hard. You wanted him inside you, but you also wanted to be safe. He smiled, a predatory smile that made your heart race. "Okay," he whispered, reaching for his pocket. "But I want you to know that I'll be using every last inch of my cock, fucking you until you scream my name."

He rolled the condom on with practiced ease, his movements fluid and graceful, despite the urgency in the air. Then, he positioned himself between your legs, his erection pressing against your slick folds. He looked down at you, his eyes dark and intense, and then, with a growl of pleasure, he thrust forward, sinking deep inside you.

You arched your back off the couch, a moan escaping your lips as he filled you. He began to move, his hips undulating in a sensual rhythm that had your body responding in kind. He was right; he was using every last inch of his cock, each thrust deep and powerful, each withdrawal slow and agonizingly teasing. You could feel him in places you didn't even know existed, his skin sliding against yours, his hot breath fanning across your skin.

He reached down between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit once more, and began to circle it expertly. You cried out, your head thrown back as pleasure washed over you in wave after wave. You were so close, so close to coming apart at the seams, but just as you thought you couldn't take any more, he withdrew almost entirely from you, only to thrust back in harder, deeper than before.

"Fuck!" you shouted, your body tensing as he hit that spot inside you that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins. "Oh god, yes!" He was relentless, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered words of encouragement and praise in your ear. You felt the familiar tightening in your stomach, the impending release of tension and desire that meant you were about to come.

"I'm going to come," you panted, your fingernails digging into the cushions as you tried to hold on. "Oh god, I'm close!" He increased the pace even more, his hips slamming into yours in a frenzy of motion. "Fuck, yes!" you screamed, your orgasm crashing over you in a wave of bliss. Your body went rigid, your muscles tensing as pleasure coursed through you, and he followed you over the edge, groaning your name as he emptied himself inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the small couch, sweat-covered skin sliding against each other. For a long moment, neither of you moved, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you tried to catch your breath. Then, he rolled off you, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. His eyes were filled with satisfaction and desire.

"God, I've never fucked anyone like that before," he murmured, running a fingers through his sweat-damp hair. "I couldn't stop myself. I just had to have you." He leaned in, kissing you gently on the lips before trailing his lips down your jaw and across your neck.

You smiled up at him, your heart still racing from the intensity of what you'd just shared. "I liked it," you whispered, threading your fingers through his hair. "I've never felt anything like that before either."

He leaned down, kissing you again, his tongue dancing with yours. "Good," he murmured, moving to lie beside you. "Because I want to do it again. And again."

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northgazaupdates · 1 month

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23 March 2024

A displaced woman named Jamila Al-Hisi, held captive inside Al-Shifa Hospital, has informed Al-Jazeera that occupation is reportedly raping and killing women inside Al-Shifa Hospital complex. They have burned entire families alive. They attempted to burn more people alive by setting the building in which they were held on fire. People inside the complex have been denied food and water for six days. Resistance News Network summarizes Jamila’s statement below:

🚨 Palestinian woman Jamila Al-Hisi, besieged in Al-Shifa Medical Complex, to Al-Jazeera:

Occupation forces raped women and then killed them.

We haven't found food or water for 6 days.

We appeal to the Red Cross to provide water for the children and the sick.

The occupation forced 65 families to leave the area around the Complex.

Occupation forces burned and killed entire families.

Occupation forces burned the building we were barricaded in.

We don’t even have water to break our fast and we don’t know where to go.

All of these atrocities are well-documented in genocides within Palestine and throughout the world. Rape in particular is used to traumatize their targets, fracture their identities, and destabilize families and communities, paralyzing their ability to support each other. Live burning is a method of mass murder intended to inflict severe terror or the surviving population, making them even more vulnerable.

The so-called international community is infamous for failing to stop these types of massacres. It seems no one with power has the will to intervene, and would rather say “never again” after the fact.

Please, spread the word and keep fighting for Gaza!

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