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why tf is there no good fics anymore? LIKE IM TIRED OF READING THE SAME STUFF OVER AND OVER AGAIN😭
I DON’T WANT SMUT I WANT FLUFF OR SOME GOOD ASS ANGST GOD DAMN IT
Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏 Thank you.
https://gofund.me/71c9635a
One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.
Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.
Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.
Bring back the build up!!!!!!!
𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒.
contains : ex!toji , no context whatsoever so roll with it, sorta desperate!toji , reader in a headlock , no use of y/n , short blurb
you couldn’t escape. toji. the heat building in your abdomen, the left over lust you stored for him. all inescapable. “princess,” he chokes out, an arm circled around your throat and the other on your hips.
your dischelved dress was lifted up to your waist, your lower half exposed to him, for him to take. his sharp and sloppy thrust made the meat of your ass ripple with each impact.
he fucked you with each bit of love he had for you left. it was such a coincidence that he had met you at a party, fucking you, ravishing you in a library docked away from the rest of the party.
he pounded into your spent womb, his seed making a home into your cunt. “take it-” he huffs, screwing his eyes shut. the nights he had with women, women he imagined were you doesn’t compare to this moment right now. maybe this was his way of apologizing for his shortcomings in your relationship, always disappointing you.
you felt his hips stutter, his orgasm coming closer to the finish line. “please, baby. i need this.” he stuffs his face in your neck as he musters the stamina to fuck into your cunt a few more times, releasing himself in you.
he pants in your ear, softly chanting your name. “fuck…i love you.”
STOP DON'T SCROL
I am Osama Al-Anqar and my wife's name is Rana Raed Al-Anqar. We have a little girl.
We used to live in our house in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood. We used to live in peace and security and I had a job, but the war came and took everything from me,
first of all my brother Mahmoud, who was martyred in the bombing of the Baptist Hospital. He left behind his children and wife, and my brother Ahmed, whose front leg was amputated in the same bombing. I lost my house, my family's house, and my job. Now we have become homeless, moving from one place to another. We are gripped by fear, terror, and hunger. My daughter suffers from extreme fear and panic, and suffers from lack of food and skin diseases due to the lack of water and cleanliness.
We are in dire need of your help. We call on you to fund this fund to save my family and provide safe shelter, food, drink, and health care. Your donation is no matter what can happen to us in our lives. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your support means more.
Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR
Dear Humanity,
I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).
I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.
Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.
The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.
We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.
Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.
A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.
Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare
I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.
These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.
MY Father Income
Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future
My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.
As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.
When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.
We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.
As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.
Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.
Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.
I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.
Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.
The purpose of the fundraising campaign
The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.
All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed
Verified by :
⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)
⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof
Thank you for your kindness and support.
.جزاكم الله خيراً
yours sincerely;
Haya Alshawish.
⠀⠀THINKING ABOUT STALKER!CHOSO
thinking about stalker!choso having a routine of stalking you late at night.
he's made a home in your bathroom cabinet, watching you as you took showers. "fuck," his length strained in his pants as he watched the foamy soap slid down your body.
he hated whenever you were done, not being able to see you in your naked form.
"did i leave the lotion in the cabinet?" you search across your bathroom counter for your lotion before bending down to the cabinet. you held your bathroom towel tight around your body as you inched closer.
choso was frozen. he never imagined him being caught. so your shriek as you saw him emerge from the cabinet hurt him. "please. i-i'm not going to hurt you." he held his hands out in front of him, attempting to calm you down as you backed away from him.
you threw every item near you at him, his fast reflexes allowing him to avoid. "please! just calm down." he slowly inches closer to you, closing the gap between you and him. his hands reach out to grab your wrist, putting them into an x above your head as he pushes you on your bed.
“who-who are you?! why are you here?” you look into his eyes, seeing hidden derangement. “i-i love you. i want you.” he stutters out. he shakes above you. out of excitement? nervousness? not even he knows but whatever it was, it was scaring you.
“ple-” he cuts off your plea, placing his lips on yours harshly. why was his lips so soft? why was a pool of arousal coating your panties right now? and why are you giving in?
choso pulls back with a groan. “that’s all i ever wanted.” by the way he was touching you, you could tell that he craved attention. your attention.
! :
you can’t remember how or when. the heat of your pleasure flowed from your shoulders where the creep held you, to your core where the creep hid himself in. his moans (if you could call them that) were bouncing off the walls.
“yes, yes. agh-take it. take it!” every sentence was punctuated with a thrust from him. the sound of your bottom meeting his hips kept him going. all the moments he wishes he felt his skin glide against yours, he was going to savor this moment.
your knuckles were snow white by how much you held on to the sheets beneath you. you wondered if you would be able to live after this. your sense of hearing went out the window. the last thing you heard before ringing was something about him putting a kid in you. no—12?!
“please.” not even he knew what he was asking for. a minute longer? for you to let him finish? it was all so overwhelming for him to even collect a single thought. your plush walls drove him into a daze. oh how he wished he could live like this every moment.
he had money. loads of it. you didn’t even have to work when he made the two of you official.
“say it.” he whines. you muffle something incoherent. that’s right. how silly of him to forget he stuffed your mouth with your damp panties. “hehe. sorry.” he takes them out your mouth in one quick motion. “please. please say it. i need to hear you.” say what?
this man was a lunatic. first this man breaks into your home and now he has you bent over backwards, plowing into you. what kind of woman are you?
“hngh!” his grip on your waist got tighter, more possessive. he was close. this would be his first finish in contrast to how many times you’ve came on this stranger.
“ah!” he cries, filling your womb with his load. plan b immediately. he pants, closing his eyes as he gets off his high. you felt like ecstasy. your beauty was so overwhelming; of course he needed a moment to breathe.
terrible ending i’m so sorry.
im sooo sick of seeing smut of minors normalized on this app..
There is an unbelievable amount of smut and weird posts about minor characters on here. ( e.g: the students at kyoto/jujustu high, the majority of haikyuu characters, project sekai, my here academia students and SO many more.)
I feel like this shouldnt be a conversation that anyone should have to have because it should be obvious to everyone that it is NOT okay to write smut about CHILDREN.
And ive seen people try to excuse their actions by saying “oh well im younger than them so its okay!!” “theyre just fictional characters it isnt that deep!!”, neither of those things make it okay because they are still MINORS whether you think it’s okay or not.
It isnt that hard to not be a weirdo and some of you guys need to get that through your heads!!! and I dont care if you think im being ‘dramatic’ im just saying what i think is true.
( P.S my tags are random just to get you’re attention please don’t pay them any mind >_< )
bye bye :P
forgot to post this
Hello, my name is Abd Alhadi Aburass, and I am from Gaza Palestine 🍉 🇵🇸. I write to you today with a heavy heart💔, seeking hope and help. The ongoing conflict has put my family's life in grave danger🙏.
We have lost our home and my advocacy bureau , leaving us with nothing but the clothes on our backs. In search of safety, we have become refugees, fleeing to another city where we now face immense challenges. 🥹
My fundraising campaign vetted @mohammedalanqer
The war has torn apart our lives, and we are struggling to find stability in this new place. Basic necessities like food, clean water, and shelter are scarce. The trauma of the conflict weighs heavily on us, but we are determined to rebuild our lives and create a safer future for our children.🥲🥲
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We need your support to get back on our feet. Your generous donations will go towards:
• Emergency Shelter: Helping us secure a safe place to live.
• Food and Water: Providing us with essential nutrition and clean water.
• Medical Care: Access to healthcare for our family, especially our children who have been deeply affected by the trauma.
• Education: Ensuring our children can continue their education and have a chance at a better future.
• Rebuilding Livelihoods: Helping us restart our business or find new means of income to become self-sufficient again.
Every Contribution Counts:
No amount is too small. Every dollar brings us one step closer to stability and a chance to rebuild our lives. Your support means the world to us during this dark time.
From the bottom of our hearts, thank you for your kindness and generosity. Your support not only helps us materially but also gives us hope that better days are ahead.
Please share our story with your friends, family, and community. Together, we can overcome this hardship and start anew.
With heartfelt gratitude,
Abd Alhadi Abu ras and Family
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IMPORTANT: help disability father 🦽get insulin.
. Now over 6 months my unemployment still pending because of bad accident that caused me being disability .This has been the worst couple of years of my life. My house was destroyed in a storm . Now I am desperately in need for help. I need my insulin to bring my blood sugar back down. It’s $300 That’s all I need. I’m not asking for a windfall, just a little help, please.
DONATE AND SHARE IF YOU'RE ABLE 🙏
Each contribution is a step forward, an opportunity to find the light in the midst of the darkness that surrounds me.
Received: $195/$300
Thanks y’all ❤️
IMPORTANT: help disability father 🦽get insulin.
. Now over 6 months my unemployment still pending because of bad accident that caused me being disability .This has been the worst couple of years of my life. My house was destroyed in a storm . Now I am desperately in need for help. I need my insulin to bring my blood sugar back down. It’s $300 That’s all I need. I’m not asking for a windfall, just a little help, please.
DONATE AND SHARE IF YOU'RE ABLE 🙏
Each contribution is a step forward, an opportunity to find the light in the midst of the darkness that surrounds me.
Received: $195/$300
Thanks y’all ❤️
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
Disclaimer: THIS is a personal opinion of mine so attack me all you want, I’m just going to block you anyways so try it 😏
So like yesterday I was talking to a friend about the current state of fanfics online and we fell down a rabbit hole that basically led to one conclusion: YALL HAVE PORN ADDICTIONS!!! Now woah, woah hold your horses before you point your pitchforks at me, hear me out. Reading smut every single day isn’t normal, like I’m so sorry to be the one to tell yall this but it’s not normal, like I don’t know. It’s the same way with watching porn every single day, it’s not normal. People tend to think it’s okay because they’re reading it, but that doesn’t make it any better. I know some of yall get off to it and look that’s okay but like when it becomes a daily thing…. I don’t know…. Me personally I don’t get off to smut, I mean I appreciate a smut here and there specifically with an actual plot in the fanfic, but yeah I’m not getting off to it everyday or at all for that matter.
He put his cock in her, he slammed into her, he spat in her mouth, blah, blah, blah it’s all the same thinggg. Even when they like change the au into an office setting, college setting or whatever, it’s still SOO BORINGGG. Some people don’t even do that they just jump right to the sex like damn girl, what happened to hello? How are you?
Now am I shaming you all for liking smut….no, but I am pointing out the fact that many of you potentially probably have porn addictions. Now do I care that many of you may have porn addictions ehh, no but at the same time yeah because I wish yall would write something else other than Gojo, Geto, Eren, Nanami, Toji or whoever the fuck dicking Y/n down on a random ass Saturday night. I really do miss the golden era of fanfics back when Wattpad didn’t have ads. We used to be so great…..💔
Also I’m just salty I can’t find fanfics that I like, woe is me
My brother was injured in the abdomen, and he had an operation to stop bleeding from the liver, bleeding in the main arteries and veins that feed the abdomen, as well as a blood clot above the stomach, and explosions in the large and small intestines. Yesterday, complications occurred and he had an operation to open the arteries in the abdomen and remove part of the intestine, and he is still in intensive care.
me when someone says they like age gap fics where the reader acts like a kid and the love interest constantly babies them and acts like the readers parent
like just say you like little kids 🤷🏾♀️
also i stand by this and absolutely will not be apologizing, if your offended your the problem. Stop reading fics about a full grown adult that acts like a little kid. They are a fully grown adults in an adult relationship, why is the love interest treating them like a toddler?? 🤨🤨🤨
I can only find one of the things you wrote🥹 where’s the other things!
i should make a master list now that i’m sticking with sideeve😭😭 that will be up soon!
Hello:
I am Muhammad Shehab from Gaza🍉. I support a family of 6 people. My sick mother and father, my wife Hiyam, and my sons (Zain and Yahya). I have a gofundme campaign that I created to treat my mother and father, protect my family, and get them out of the danger of the war on Gaza🍉. We live in very difficult circumstances Help me we are still very far from the goal. I hope everyone will donate even a little. I am confident that you will stand with me and support me until I achieve my goal and save my family from the danger of war. Share my story. Pin my story to your page. Everything helps. Can you share some of my posts from time to time? Maybe the internet will be cut off in my area. Thank you
"Help me and my family escape this raging war in order to survive."
My name is Eyad Sami.
I have been married to Amal Mahmoud for thirteen years, and we have four children: Sami, Mohammad, Sarah, and Saad. We are from Palestine, specifically the Gaza Strip, which has been under siege for over eighteen years.
Now, we no longer have a home, and my family lives in a refugee school in the Al-Zaytoun area of northern Gaza, while I live in a tent in Deir al-Balah. I haven't seen my children or my wife for over eight months. My children and wife are suffering from continuous bombing, lack of resources to live in peace, and a shortage of food and water. Here, I am enduring severe psychological and physical pressures due to my inability to be with them and meet their needs.
I ask anyone who reads my story to look upon us with compassion and help me raise even a small amount of money so that we can leave this country and find a safe place to live. We seek a country that offers us safety and a decent life, far from wars, genocide, and lack of security. We need shelter, food, water, education, and healthcare for me and my family.
My previous account was verified by many people, but unfortunately, it was banned, and I had to create a new account. Please share my new account and help my family reach a larger audience for support and assistance.
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Thank you
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Hello, my name is Mohammed Alanqar, and I am from Gaza Palestine 🇵🇸. I write to you today with a heavy heart💔, seeking hope and help. The ongoing conflict has put my family's life in grave danger🙏.
Since the latest escalation, my wife Enas Majed, our children Lyan, Sarah, Adam, and our newborn Amir, who was born during the war, live in constant fear. We've lost our home, safety, and hope for a better future🌹.
We urgently need your support to escape this nightmare and find safety. Your donation will help cover travel, accommodation, food, and healthcare costs. Every contribution brings us closer to safety and stability🥹.
Thank you for your kindness and generosity❤️.
[GoFundMe Campaign Link]
Dear Helpful Tumblr Community❤️🌹,
We reach out to you in our time of great need. Your support can provide us with means for travel, accommodation, food, and healthcare. We sincerely ask for your donations and empathy to help us stay safe and survive.
Thank you for your generosity and support🙏😊.
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