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[ryllen]

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[90-ghost]

Life outside seems easier than the 'prison life' we endure in Gaza. I try to imagine other places where life is difficult, but I realize that even the harshest environments are open; at least there is a way out. Gaza is a closed prison. A rocket could kill you at any moment, food and water are rationed, and the heaviest burden is being besieged by memories, destruction, and graves. It is a constant cycle of physical and psychological torment.

Prices in Gaza have started to rise unusually, and goods have almost disappeared from the markets. Types of vegetables are scarce and expensive, and meats have vanished from the markets too. I mean, what's happening is the beginning of a new famine; food is expensive and scarce in the markets!

Every help is appreciated guys you can DONATE HERE

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[orchuris]

op disabled reblogs but i still want this

edit guys please go consider looking at op’s blog or smth i feel bad taking all the notes from thrm :(

[ruinedchildhood]

[mohammedmtargaza]

My children deserve more than this. This simple plate of food is all I could provide today for my daughter, Esraa, and my son, Sohaib. As a father, nothing hurts more than wondering how I will feed my family tomorrow.

Even a small donation can make a real difference:

🤍 $5 helps provide a simple meal.

🤍 $10 helps us buy essential food supplies.

🤍 $20 helps cover several days of basic necessities.

Thank you for standing with my family. — Mohammed Matar 🤍

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[cupimoonds]

丘比特 ; #0. nerd!toru's lewdest fantasy- err, reality ?!

warning : nsfw , mdni - vibrators, clear implications of edging (f), slight manipulation, sadistic tendencies (m), dacryphilia, bdsm undertones, fingering

"ngh- i can't do it anymooooree..!" you whine, tears trailing down your heated face, accompanied by sweat dribbling down your forehead.

your wrists are tied to the headboard of your bed: the originally cozy, plush quilt, gradually reduced into a stifling pressure that constantly rubbed against your warm skin.

torn between pleasure and pain, your sweet, pitiful whimpers echoed continuously throughout the humid room. satoru pants, the veins of his neck slightly bulging—clearly from his desperate attempts to hold back.

"one more time baby," he presses a moist, lingering kiss on your forehead, arms draped across your waist, with two fingers stuffed into your slick cunt. his other hand held a small, vibrating device against your throbbing clit, tracing focused circles around it.

you sob, "p-please.. please jus' let me cum.." you gripped the sheets with your trembling hands, trying to ground yourself amidst the blinding sparks that fried your senses.

he chuckles, delighted by your pleas. he moves the vibrator close to the folds of your entrance, merely teasing instead of providing you that sweet release you've been chasing. "c'mon baby.. you can hold it, right? aren't you a good girl?"

a cry tears itself out from your raspy throat, "i can't—mmh..! c-can't, can't do it." your ears are ringing, eyes rolled back. the vibrations are ruthless against your sensitive pussy, his fingers stimulating that plush spot within your velvet walls.

"naughty." his eyes darkened, cruelly withdrawing the toy and stopping his own movements altogether. whimpering, your hips mindlessly shook, thrusting against nothing. you shiver, helplessly gazing into his deep blue eyes.

retaining eye contact, his fingers; wet and sticky, caressed your twitching thighs, moving up, up, uppp—placing his palm directly against your abdomen, exerting just enough pressure to make you squirm.

"poor, poor girl. you really want to cum, don't you?" he coos, peppering chaste kisses against your tear-stained cheeks. "want me to stuff my dick into your drooling pussy, yeah?" you hurriedly nod, oblivious to his manipulation.

he grins, "i just don't think you deserve it." your swollen lips wobble, a pout ever present. you hate being denied, yet you feel yourself clenching around air, the absence of being filled frustrating you immensely.

"please, please, please—i'll do anything..! i promise, i'll be good.." your voice cracks, teeth biting down your own bleeding lips.

he smirks, "really? anything?"

you nod, letting out pathetic cries. pleading oh so sweetly. his cock throbs in his pants, adoring the control he has on your mind and your body. the mere sight of you sobbing, slobbering against yourself, skin sticking on skin; rubbing your thighs together like a bitch in heat (though he'd rather die than think of you that way)—it was addictive.

so, so obsessively addicting, that he really wanted to eat you whole. to consume you completely, and merge as one, complete being with your soul. it sends tingles up his spine, shaking with enthusiastic pleasure.

he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth, licking his drying lips. "then i suppose you can definitely hold on for another hour, no?"

and when you whine, indignant, wanting to oppose—he stuffs a finger into your mouth, pinching your tongue. subconsciously, you obediently close your lips around the singular digit, gagging; effectively shutting yourself up in the process.

he turns the vibrator back on, watching as you try to run away from the pleasure that he forcefully places against your puffy clit. with pride, he licks your ears, whispering, "that's my girl."

masterlist.

[that-one-raccoon]

my take on the fem! dazai appearance timeline!