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Eileen and her family have come under attack by Israeli occupation forces (the Israeli army)❗
The occupation forces are currently bombing the area with gas canisters, and it is likely that they will begin shooting or shelling at any moment! 😞💔
The family is trying to escape, but three of its members suffer from physical disabilities. Adam, her 13-year-old son, has a head condition that limits his mobility.
Ala'a, her 20-year-old daughter, is unable to use her leg due to a previous injury caused by an earlier attack by the occupation forces. 💔
As for Eileen herself, she suffers from severe back pain, which makes it very difficult for her to move. 💔
Shaimaa, her 18-year-old daughter, is doing everything she can to help the family escape. 🥹💔
Eileen’s father, , lives with them in the tent.
He is 70 years old and sustained serious injuries during the war ، He has diabetes and was injured in a nearby bombing, which resulted in damage to his chest, shoulder, and right eye. He is in dire need of urgent surgery to regain his sight in it again.
Her mother She lost her life due to lack of treatment and hunger, as she was a cancer patient. May God protect us and you.
The family urgently needs transportation to escape, but it costs around $904 USD.
The situation is extremely dangerous and sensitive! We don’t know what the occupation forces are planning, and any delay could be fatal! 💔
Please share the family’s campaign and donate if you can! 🙏🏻💔💔
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warnings: mild smut, smoking, possible spoilers, afab reader, reader had a previous relationship with kite
word count: 1,069
part 1 / ? (depends on response)
hitched breath, damp skin, the scent of tobacco flooding the air.
a large hand trailed up your back, supporting you as you moved your body with his. you straddled him, his large member filling your insides
you could feel his appendage stretching you out as you thrusted down onto him, your hands gripped his chest, which was chiseled by defined muscle, your nails dug into his flesh gripping for anything.
your senses were overwhelmed, you felt a tingling sensation stemming from your feet, it travelled up to your head, your thoughts were foggy, all you could think about was the sex. how good it felt, how good he felt inside you.
you didn't want it to end, but you knew it was inevitable as you felt his cock twitching inside you, your vaginal walls clamping down around him.
a low groan erupted from morel's throat as his hands fell to and gripped your hips.
"i'm close..." his voice was low and raspy, almost as if he were sharing his best kept secret.
you whimpered in acknowledgement, continuing to ride him, hoping to milk him of every last drop of his cum.
soon you felt yourself begin to tighten around him, your leg muscles spasming, your body began to shake. you could feel his hot viscous ejaculate filling the inside of your body.
you pulled off from him, his dick becoming flaccid, twitching as it dripped a small amount of cum onto his stomach, his cum dripping out from you as you straddled his midsection and collapsed against his flesh.
you could feel his chest rise and fall as he reached to the bedside stand and grabbed a pack of cigarettes, with a click it had been lit and he took a drag.
you turned your head to the side, getting a good look at the cigarette you brought his hand down, taking a puff from it , playfully blowing the smoke into his face as you lifted yourself off from his body and collapsed beside him.
there was a thought that plagued both of your minds. the chimera ants.
truth be told, you were fucking to forget. fucking to distract yourself, however temporary it may be.
it may have felt good in the moment, but a wave of guilt rushed through your body, you should have been doing something to help, but instead you were having sex. you should have been trying to help kite.
though, however guilty you felt, you still couldn't help but feel the urge to do it again, it was the only thing that had managed to make you feel good in months.
your mind was constantly plagued by the thought of what could have been happening to him, or what had happened to him. what the ants were doing. you just needed to feel something other than dread, you wanted to feel good for once.
you rested your left hand on his chest, curled up against his side, watching it rise and fall with every breath he took.
your eyes trailed up to see him taking long drags from the cigarette in hand, flicking ashes onto the floor. you could tell he was thinking about the exact same thing.
you knew kite was no longer himself, that his body was just being used for the enemy, but it still felt wrong. you were in denial that he had died, but you still knew it was the truth.
you felt sick suddenly, thinking about the slim chance that he would have been still alive, and if he had found out... what would you do?
you closed your eyes, and tried to clear your mind.
morel looked down, he could read you like an open book, seeing you like this only confirmed his worry that you hadn't been ready to have intercourse with someone else, of course he felt bad, but he had asked if you were certain you wanted it before proceeding.
"do you... regret this?" morel shifted uncomfortably, putting the cigarette out on the nightstand.
your eyes shot open, "what, i," you blinked a few times and looked away. it wasn't that you regretted it, you just were conflicted. "of course not, i just.. have alot on my mind."
he nodded, "i see..." his large arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. he wanted to plant a kiss on your head, but felt he'd be overstepping his boundaries.
morel really cared for you, he had for quite some time, and as such he had never told you, he wanted to avoid hurting you or losing you. when you had proposed sleeping together to keep yourselves distracted, he nearly choked.
he knew you should have been keeping things professional, but he couldn't help indulging in you, he wanted you so desperately to be his.
you suddenly sat up, warranting a confused look from morel.
"i'm sorry," you sighed, reaching out to take his hand. "i probably just made you feel... really bad."
morel shook his head, "nonono, i completely understand. my head is swarming with things too- everything right now is so complicated."
you nodded and squeezed his hand. "the sex was great though-" you laughed, though you were being honest.
morel flushed a bright pink, and stammered trying to figure out what to say in response.
"thanks...?" he looked away, embarassed.
"would you be interested in doing this again some time?" you inquired.
"well, i'm obviously not opposed to the idea..." his hand trailed up your thigh, stroking it with his thumb.
you flashed a pearly smile at him, "i'll hold you to that... this was nice... it was something that left me feeling good for once, yknow?" You sighed, and placed your hand over his. "i really needed this."
"i think i did too if i'm being honest..." morel admitted, his heart fluttering at the feeling of your hand resting on top of his.
he propped himself up, gesturing for you to come closer.
you moved back to the spot you had previously occupied, leaning on his shoulder, in a moment of impulse you leaned in, sucking gently on his neck, leaving a small hickey.
you felt oddly proud of the act the two of you had just indulged in, once you had gotten over your initial guilt, it was exciting and promiscuous.
it gave you something to look forward to, it made your heart pound just thinking about hooking up with him again.
same warnings as pt 1 apply, frequent mentions of kite
pt. 1 here
the battle against the chimera ants had been grueling. the fear that you may not return home or escape the barren wasteland the ants had created plagued your mind like no other encounter ever had before. that is, besides your little rendezvous with morel mackernassey.
it had been weeks, maybe even a month or so, you weren't really keeping track now. you found it too grueling to count the days since you had lost kite, the love of your life. and yet, here you were, so close to the thing that had done that to him, and all you could think about in this moment was, will i ever see morel again?
that damn sailor. he was ruining you. this was supposed to be the moment you avenged your lover. but in this moment you could only think about him. you wondered where he was, surely the time wasn't right, but was it ever right in these sort of circumstances? being a hunter called for drastic and risky measures.
and in this moment, the fear of never getting more time with morel overcame every other sense in your body, so you abandoned your post. you set out to look for morel. something about these life or death circumstances did it for you. you needed him, and you needed him now.
as you wandered around the castle grounds, you knew that there was every possibility he could be involved in a fight, or even refuse your advances in the current circumstances, but none of that mattered. your body ached and yearned for him, until finally... you found him.
sex in the woods certainly wasn't the most romantic thing. nor was it something you thought you'd ever do again after losing kite. the lack of comfortable places to rest on was always frustrating, and the fear that a chimera ant could be lurking in the shadows lay heavy on your mind, but despite this, morel had you bent over, holding you up with your arms pinned behind your back, pounding into you.
୨୧⸝⸝˙˳⑅˙⋆꒰ 𖹭 ꒱⋆˙⑅˙˳⸜⸜୨୧
the thought of the ants, and anything or anyone else for that matter, disappeared as morel's thick cock plunged into you. the sound of the ongoing war drowned out by your heavy breathing and moans.
"just like that, darling." morel growled freeing your arms, and now gripping your hips to thrust himself deeper and more violently into your slick, tight cunt. "you like this don't you?" he bent over, whispering into your ear, freeing a hand to pull your hair away from your face. "you're so pretty when youre squirming around me..." he pulled out, a soft 'pop!' could be heard. he grabbed you and turned you to face him, all of his movements fast, and intentional. he was primal in his urges now.
"lift that leg up for me now darling," he demanded gruffly, gently aiding your leg to rest upon his shoulder as he held you flush against his body. reaching down, he gripped his hard cock, slowly teasing its way back into your heat. "atta girl..."
you could feel yourself stretching around him, causing a gutteral moan to escape your lips as your arm gripped him as tightly as it could, nails digging into his skin, until finally his pelvis was flush with yours, he was all the way inside now, and it felt amazing. "morel.." you whined, feeling as the base of his cock stretched you to your very limits.
"I'm nowhere near done with you yet." he whispered, beginning to thrust into you at a rate in which you couldnt even keep up with, you were being fucked stupid, unable to process what was happening around you or to you. all you could hear were the moans escaping your lips, unable to even understand that it was you they were coming from.
"shhhshh shhh.. wouldn't want anyone coming to investigate now would we?" his right arm traveled down to the small of your back, supporting you as his free hand moved to the tie still around his neck, which he loosened and stuffed into your mouth, a temporary gag in the circumstances he was faced with. he then used both arms to pick you up, cock twitching inside of you, and fucked you silly as he stood there, in the woods pants around his ankles, the tiny tings and jingles from the metal of his unbuckled belt just barely audible between the squelching and muffled sounds of pleasure coming from you.
"mmh..." he inhaled sharply, feeling as your walls clamped down around him, your legs fighting to squeeze together around him, your climax incoming despite you having fought it off for so long. "just a little longer hun," he kissed the top of your forehead and continued to plunge into you, despite reassuring you it would be only a -little longer- it felt as though it had gone on for hours. you could feel your pussy swelling from the intense beating it was receiving, but despite that, you held out for longer, until finally you could feel him throbbing inside of you. "thats it... im almost there..." morel barked, and the two of you finally felt that release that had been pent up for so long come to a head, as his thick cum filled your insides, warming your core.
you wrapped your arms and legs around morel, trying to catch your breath. "don't think im done with you just yet..." he cooed, a thumb stroking your cheek, and his stupid smirk that you hadn't been able to get off your mind re appearing on his face.
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"my love is a never changing season where the colours are always bright and the ground breathes with the decay of the people I have destroyed only to feed myself."
"(...)but he understands the black emptiness in my heart and loves me with it included, perhaps because of it."
I never imagined I would find myself in a situation that would require me to write these words, but life has taken an unexpected and devastating turn. My family, consisting of my beloved husband and our eight children, is facing a crisis that we cannot overcome alone. Our home, once filled with love and laughter, has been shattered. The roof over our heads, the walls that protected us, and the place where our children grew up are lost. We lost not only our home, but the foundations of our lives. Now, we struggle every day to survive, with nowhere to go or a way to rebuild without help.
Our children, who should be focused on school and their dreams, worry instead about where they will sleep or when their next meal will be. The weight of their fear and confusion breaks my heart. As parents, we feel helpless and unable to provide basic necessities for our loved ones.
We are urgently asking for help because we cannot do this alone. We need to rebuild not only our home, but our lives. Every donation, no matter the size, will go directly to providing our children with a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and a chance to dream again. Please, if you can find it in your heart to help us during this desperate time, we will be forever grateful to you. May your kindness and generosity be the light that guides us through this darkness.
I am Elizabeth, and I am fundraising on behalf of Aisha and her family from Gaza. Here is her message:"My name is Aisha Rabah, I am 42 years
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My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
If you can’t give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
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