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you stood there in the stands. awaiting the final whistle like the 80 thousand other people in the stadium.
you watched your younger brother, lamine yamal, on the pitch, memories rushing back from when that was you on the pitch 3 years ago leading your nation to its victory.
your mom and baby brother stood next to you. cheering and screaming for your brother. but your eyes always drifted back to your boyfriend.
the relationship had been going on for months, in complete secret. youd meet up after you both finished your training, walk to get ice cream or sit and watch the stars away from prying eyes.
he was older. not that much older than you but enough to make the world ask questions.
"donde esta el silbato!!" your mom screamed jumping in her seat.
(wheres the whistle!!)
almost like the referee heard her, the whistle went off. the stadium erupted in cheers and screams of happiness.
spain had officially won the world cup.
your mom broke out into sobs on the spot, your baby brother cheering and jumping like a crazed maniac.
you just stood there, smile on your face. unable to process what really just happened.
"l'mine!" keyne screamed jumping into your arms. "lamine gano!!"
"espana gano keyne" you corrected, "nico gano" you wishpered clutched keyne close to you.
"que?" he asked, not hearing the last part.
you placed a small kiss on keynes forehead before saying, "nada, lets go see lamine!!"
you and your mom walked from your seats and ran down the steps to the pitch. security let you through seeing your face.
"lamine!!" keyne jumped from your arms running towards lamine along with your mom.
you stood still, taking everything in. looking around at all the cheering people screaming for your nation. memories came flushing back so fast it almost knocked you out. a scream from behind you brought you to reality. "y/n!!"
"nico!" you screamed back, trying to act only like a supportive friend, not girlfriend. he ran to, stopping just a foot from where you stood.
"we did it!" he screamed pulling you into a hug. your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his stayed around the middle of your back.
you two have learned overtime to hid your relationship, mask it so it looked nothing more than a mutual friendship.
nico let you go, reluctantly just as he caught a glimpse of lamine running towards you two.
"lamine!" you yelled jumping on him, "you guys did it"
"2 world champions under one roof" he pointed out, "luckiest last name ever" photographers gathered around you, catching this magnificent moment between siblings.
nico stepped back finding his own friends and family. keyne crashed your hug, running between paparazzi screaming both your names.
he locked onto your legs biting your thighs.
"kenye!" you screamed jumping back, "ouch!"
lamine doubled over in laughter, falling straight to his knees before keyne jumped on his too, trying to nibble in forearm.
"ahh keyne!" he yelled pulling back his arm. "no!" now it was your turn to laugh.
moments like these are what you lived for. when you knew no matter what got in between you three you were still a family.
there was just one person missing.
you scanned the pitch, looking for your boyfriend - secret boyfriend. his eyes met yours from 20 feet away, he was surrounded by his family.a shake of his head, he was signaling for you to come to him.
you looked at keyne, then back to nico. "quieres ver a nico?" you asked keyne.
(want to see nico?)
lamine looked at you, an eyebrow raised.
you tried ingorning his gaze while you awaited keynes answer.
"si, si! nico!!" keyne stood up and started running ahead of you.
you stood up behind him, arms crossed trying to contain yourself walking to you boyfriend. lamine followed just behind you aswell, slightly suspicious.
"keyne!!" nico yelled picking him up and tossing him in the air.
"y/n" he greeted, turning his head with a sly wink.
lamine looked between you and nico, eyes narrowing at the way your cheeks turned red when he mentioned your name.
thankfully the paparazzi called lamine over, leaving you nico and keyne alone on the pitch. keyne jumped from nicos arm, kicking around the ball at nicos feet.
"i want to kiss you so bad" nico wishpered.
you let out a nervous laugh, "later mi vida. ill be at your room tonight" you watched kneye with the ball, taking videos on your phone.
nico watched you, fighting every bone in his body to not pull you into a deep kiss right now. his eyes trailed down your body, longing looks. you felt his gaze upon you.
"theres people around, they'll see you" "let them." he said, in full seriousness.
you looked up at him, "nico" you warned. "not tonight, not here"
before he could reply you heard you name being called, over and over again.
"y/n!! over here we need a picture of you and ferran!!" the photographers begged. you were dragged away in a second. flashes blinded you.
ferran had the trophy in his hand, tears running down his face still while his arm wrapped around your waist. just when you thought it was all over you were taken into interviews.
your mind was blank through all of them, your eyes finding their ways to nicos from across the pitch. ferran stood next to you, answering the questions you left too vauge.
"im sorry i wasn't expecting to get interviewed tonight" you laughed, eyes finally tearing from nico.
"i understand, but this is a revolutionary moment. first time in history both the mens and womens winners are from the same nation. and your brother being on the team too, it like it was meant to be" the reporter ranted but you were only half listening.
your mind kept going back to nicos words. "let them" what did he mean by that?
it wasn't that you wanted your relationship to be a secret. but it was refreshing, getting to share something real aways from the prying eyes of the world. you would've loved if you could just take your boyfriend out for dinner wherever you wanted, walk home from training without having to duck everytime you saw a camera.
it was just too hard.
too scary.
"so y/n will we see you in the pitch next year.. representing spain hopefully" the reporter asked.
it was a second before you realized what she had asked. "uh yes of course, i couldnt be happier to be back out there next year, representing my home." you answered
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15 minutes passed and you were finally free from press. the team had finally started gathering on the podium.
each with their personal gold medals. the trophy shined in the stadium lights.
it was completely unreal.
everything passed by in a blur. so many screams and picture flashes.
before you could register what was happening you were being pulled onto the podium. cheers for your name defended you.
you felt the cold gold against your palms before you could protest. a hand on your hip is what brought you back to reality.
it was a soft, innocent touch meant to steady you properly. but to you it meant something completely different. nicos hand stayed there, he stood behind you, eyes trained on the cameras ahead like he planned for this.
you looked around you, the whole team cheered, jumping around and screaming like maniacs. then you looked down at the trophy in your hand lifting it in the air strongly before screaming.
"viva espana!!"
cameras flashed like crazy and people in the stands cheered more than ever. your eyes welled up with tears. only one thing lept you grounded though. the hand, still gripping your hip in secret.
you handed the trophy over to ferran before jumping around like an excited school girl.
nico pressed his hand deeper into your waist, claiming you. his head dipped near your ear before you heard the wishper.
"let the world know" he said.
in a split second you were turned around, body pressed against nicos. then your lips united. you did nothing to stop it, truthfully you wished for a moment like this. the kiss was strong and passionate, the whole world melted away and it was just you two.
the team on the podium didnt notice at first. but once one of them did, they all did. it went silent for almost 3 seconds as the watched the scene unfold in front of them.
your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands stayed steady on your waist, holding you as close to him as you could be.
his forehead rested on yours for a second before the noise came back.
"i love you" he confessed.
for the first time you relized, you loved this boy. everything that happened tonight you relized, the only persons bed you wanted to crawl into tonight would be his. the only lips you want to feel again, they belonged to him. you belonged to him and him to you.
"i love you too" you cried jumping on him like he was going to vanish. for a moment you two forgot you were surrounded by almost a hundred thousand people.
then the noise came back. except it wasnt what you expected. the team behind you two were cheering, not because they won the world cup, but because of you two.
lamine stood on the other side of the podium, completely unknowing of everything going on in the front. until he saw it on the jumbotron. you and nico, his hands on your waist your around his neck. it took him a second to realize what that imagine truly was, while it seems everyone on the podium knew everything before he did.
"what the fuc-!!" he yelled.
"im in love!!" you screamed, "in love!! me!!"
you jumped of the podium running around screaming incoherent words. nico watched you walkee around, cheeks red and a goofy smile on his face.
he was pulled out of his haze from hands on his jersey. "you're kissing my sister?!" lamine yelled.
"woah lamine its not what-" nico started holding his hands up.
lamine was beyond angry, i mean his best friend and his sister. there was no way.
"it looked like you were kissing my sister!!"
pedri and munoz grabbed lamine by his soulder and waist. "no here lamine" pedri warned
lamine tried fighting them off as they dragged him from the podium to an empty corridor in the stadium.
"calm down!" munzo yelled.
"he was kissing my sister!!" lamine screamed trying to launch himself towards nico.
nico stepped back, turning his head once he heard your voice call out his name.
"nico?"
your face lit up once your eyes landed on his. you ran into his arms as he picked you up from the ground, spinning you around.
"hey you two, i dont think this is the time for all of that"
your eyes turned and saw lamine, still have pinned against the wall. "lamine" you said, soft smile on your face.
"you guys- are dating?" he asked,
you singled for the boys to let him go and they listened. nico had his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight like lamine was a rabid animal ready to pounce of you.
"lamine..." you started, "me and nico, we've been together.. for four months"
"four!" he screamed, "and this was a secret why?!"
"w-we just wanted to see what this could become, away from a the cameras and drama. we wanted to tell you, its been so hard not talking to mama or my friends about it. but its what we decided together"
lamine calmed down slightly, taking deep breathes to keep him from beating up nico.
"your almost 4 years older than her" he relized through gritten teeth looking at nico.
nico looked down at you, waiting for you to say something so he didnt mess anything up.
but when you didn't reply he had no choice but to. "listen lamine.. i know its hard to grasp, and we definitely should've said somthing sooner. but all this sneaking around has made me realize that i love her. i truly do, and nothing can get in the way of that."
"and tonight made me see that i love him too. no amount of angry fans, pissed off brothers or age gaps is going to get in the way of that. i love nico"
"you love him?" lamine asked, his eyes warming and scary demeanor dropping.
you wrapped your arms around nico, his chin resting on your head. "i really do lamine"
"and if you love me, you'll realize im happy. and you won't do anything to hurt that. right?"
you stepped towards lamine, placing a hand on his chest. "you kept it from me'
lamine and you, never kept secrets. you were probably the closest brother and sister duo to ever exist.
"i know, but it was better for me and nico that way. we found a way to love without the talk and drama of others. if i told you, you would've tried to tapk me out of it. im sorry lamine"
lamine pulled you into a tight hug, "i love you" he wishpered.
pedri and munoz disappeared from the corridor. nico stayed watching you two hug it out.
"ill be with mama" lamine announced wiping a tear before it could fall to his cheek. "keynes probably looking for me"
lamine walked away, leaving you and nico alone in the empty corridor.
you waited for lamine to turn the corner before you pounced on nico. your lips uniting once again finally.
your legs wrapped around nicos hips as he pushed you against the wall.
tounges fought for dominance. "i love you" nico reminded, smiling against your lips.
"i love you more" you smiled before your lips met his in another sloppy kiss.
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a/n - aww i love happy endings
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I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare
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My name is Wedad , from Gaza.
Since my home was destroyed, I’ve forgotten what safety feels like. I’ve been displaced nine times each time leaving behind what little remained, running from bombs, carrying nothing but fear and my child’s hand.
Now I live in a worn-out tent by the shores of Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis. The sea is in front of me, but no peace in sight only hunger, sickness, and exhaustion.My husband has been missing for a long time… I don’t know where he is, or if I’ll ever see him again. Since his disappearance, I’ve had to face everything alone.
But I’m not truly alone…
My little son is the one who takes care of me now.
Yes — a child has become my only support. He comforts me when I cry, searches for scraps of food, and holds my hand when I fall.
We are living a nightmare
There’s no clean water. No food. No medicine.We are constantly sick from malnutrition. I have severe pain in my leg and need ongoing treatment, but there’s no way to get help.
I’m tired. My body is breaking.
My son a child is carrying a weight no child should carry. We are dying in slow motion… while the world looks away.
Please… don’t ignore this.
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Astro observations(because im bored😻😻)
•I noticed that people(exspecially men)with scorpio moon/rising,12th house/8th house moon will ALWAYS have a inner world which no one knows about,actually,these people you dont fully know them for their whole life,until they start adding random pieces to their messed up lore that will leave you jaw dropped and craving more, since they dont usually vent to anyone except to one specific pearson(maybe),if not evolved? Big chance of "the abvsed becomes the abvser"(HEAVY on scorpio moon men),always acting like the victim and using their trauma as a justification for their own actions and saying that "im doing this for your own good"when they are just projecting themselves onto you AHHAHA,or become EXTREMELY closed off,always fearing someone will see them for their true self and then leaving them in pieces(exspecially 8th house moon,both tropical and vedic),or having a inner,fragile world where no one can enter,like a secret garden of Eden in their mind,being saw as mystical,nostalgic,having blurry thoughts of them,and not fully understanding their intentions,being seen as unreachable,unapproachable(12th house moons in scorpio this is exspecially for yall), going through many trasformations in early and for the rest of your life without anyone knowing,you can look the same as always while facing the most brutal storms inside you(heavy on 8th house/7th house moon,too).
•Since i introduced 7th house moons too,yes this is a BIG indicator of divorced parents and being a bandaid kid,and basically being the mirror of the parent you always stepped up for,always being saw as the parent,never the kid during arguments,since young you probably had to defend your mom and defending her from your dad in a result of you seeing him not only as a dad,but also judging him as an husband,and him seeing you as not you,but a part of your mom,he probably felt cheated that you would only take her side,him always projecting his traumas, thoughts and experiences onto you and using you as a mirror, probably would feel guilty after and would ramble to you why he did that ecc...(Could apply to 7th house suns too, since im basically talking for myself as a 7th house sun in both tropical and sidereal,a 7th house moon in tropical and a 8th house moon in sidereal AHAHAH).
•Everyone on tumblr i noticed always talk about how its difficult to have a 7th house saturn,but have you ever talked with someone/or about being/ having a 8th/9th/6th AND 3rd house Saturn?It also applies to Saturn in cancer too,my mom has It(its also her Atmakaraka,in 3rd house)and trust me,even now she cant be fully an adult,can barely speak/step up for her unless im the one defending her,always ties herself to the past and acts childish,always searches for a mom figure because my grandma was really strict towards her and didnt really give her freedom in her teen years,could also apply to having a controlling mother.
•8th house saturn and "your dad probably had to die(metaphorical sense,as in having a little death,suffering and giving up on something dear to him)to have you" ITS TRUE,im a 8th house saturn in virgo and trust me,my dad always said(and sometimes keeps saying),he had to give up everything to have me and put his feelings aside towards my mom because she got pregnant with me and didnt want to let his daughter grow up with divorced parents,even if their bond was already at the stake and problems started rising 4 years before i was even born,result? They got divorced in 2012(i wasnt even 3 years AHAAH)and kept living together until in 2019 when i was 10 that he moved in another city because the situation was at its own limit.Also,you probably will always feel you have to die to archive something,or,better saying,to archive your true self,I like to compare this positioning to a statue that is destroyed and then reassembled from top to bottom,finding your true self and undercoving lies this society gives us(it also apply to 9th house saturn).
•6th house saturn?=chaos in your daily life,scandals,being talked behind your back about your family situation,sometimes financial struggles,having problems with your mom if you are a boy/man.
•9th house saturn=having difficulties approaching Faith,not trusting priests/teachers/guides,always fearing God is angry at you for the little things,always starving for a mental connection that will not come, having spiritual beliefs that other either find endearing or gross,being an eternal searcher,and like 8th house saturn(as i said earlier too)you crave to find your true self and discover the lies that lie underneath,also mentors and priests can perceive you as someone that doesnt follow the rules becaus of how you follow your Relationship with God,or being judged by priests/teachers in general, exspecially as a kid.
•3rd house saturn=having no voice for yourself, always being laughed at,being seen as childish or not mature enough, you probably had a phase where you talked bad about other people just so you could fill the void inside you,maybe comparing yourself for the things you dont own to others? Feel like your voice isnt listened by anyone.
•6th house mercury=being saw as a therapist,from both adults and kids,everyone close to you probably comes when they have a problem and seek out for your advice.
•Whats up with virgo women of the 1st decade AND scorpio women of november ALWAYS(and i mean always)judging other people before even knowing them? Like they see someone,for example a classmate or whoever you want, and they will always say things like: "but how does she dress?" "I dont like her"before even knowing the pearson😟😟.
• whats up with women AND men with both libra/6th house stelliums(sometimes can apply to taurus placements in men) always going after looks and judging if someone doesnt have a nice smell/pointing out other people insecurities? Like you could give everything to these people,but if you dont have any appeal or aesthetic they will not consider or aknoweladge you :"),its like they think:"okay,i need my man/woman handsome/pretty,with muscles (yes, because women with these placements ALWAYS like buffy guys 😭😭)and curves (heavy on virgo men)so i can show them off like prizes and they can see i can pull a baddie too"AHAHA.
•BUT there is a difference,libra men with pisces placements? Always go for the petite,younger ones (maybe also dominant)women,with soft features and an innocent like appeal to them. Taurus men with both pisces AND aries influence? They will either not have a type as long they are attractive,or like their woman curvy,eager,spontaneous and someone that leads them.
Thats it for today,so maybe part 2? May God Bless Everyone 🥹🥹🫶🫶
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
MAGIC POTATO GO!🥔
here we go again
reblogging the golden potato
hoping it will work
that my life will get a perk
Always reblog the potato.
Rebloged.
lowkey need luck rn 🙏🥔🥔🥔
Potato of luck make my Japanese test go well
potato of luck
my parents rescued newborn kittens a few weeks ago and this little guy is my favorite, his name is pepito. LOOK AT THAT FACE 🥹🥹
I don’t even know how to begin this, but I truly need your help😓💔
I am very sick. I already went through one surgery, and now I urgently need another one that costs $300. I simply don’t have this amount, and I am terrified of what could happen if I can’t get this operation.
I am a mother of two little girls. They are my whole world I cannot bear the thought of something happening to me and leaving them behind with no one. This fear is with me every single moment.
Please, I am begging you even the smallest help can make a difference. If just a few kind people donate $20 each, we can reach the $300 and give me a chance to have this surgery and stay with my daughters.
$20 may seem small, but to me it means hope… it means life.
Please don’t leave me alone in this. Your kindness could save me.
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Nedda, her husband, and their young daughter lost their home in Gaza when it was destroyed by a rocket during the recent war. Like many othe
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As April fools day winds down, I'm going to show a bunch of people Cricket instead of trying to be funny :)
For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.
2 Timothy 1:7
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big dick! higuruma (18+)
higuruma shushes you softly, trying to put an end to your restless squirming and your impatience as he holds you down on the bed. you wanted his dick in you well over ten minutes ago, but he insists on dragging this out and torturing you with long foreplay.
you're aware of his size, having spent long enough gaping at his cock as it rests against his belly, and with all the time he's spent pumping one, two, then three thick fingers inside you to prepare you to be split open around him, you're sure you'll have no trouble fitting him inside you. yet he continues to worry and fret about the possibility of you getting hurt. "mmh! baby, i promise i'm fine, would you please just-"
he interrupts you this time by pulling out the three fingers that were just buried in you to the knuckle, and slapping his palm firmly against your sopping hole. the bastard smiles at the high pitched, whiny noise you make when he spanks your pussy.
higuruma rubs the heel of his hand against your swollen folds while pushing his thumb against your clit, lips quirking at the loud, pitchy noises leaving you in response. "we had a talk abut patience, remember sweetheart?" he says softly, letting out a huff through his nose when you squeal and squirt a clear spray of liquid all over his hand and yourself. some hits his face, and he casually licks it off his chin without taking his eyes off you, continuing to spank that sensitive cunt of yours until you're done.
"but you just don't care, do you?" he tells you quietly, finally lining himself up to you. "you want cock, so you must get it now." you whine as he wastes more time rubbing the flared, swollen, and leaking head of his cock back and forth along your puffy folds. your eyes flit between the look of concentration on his face and the way he’s smearing rivulets of precum around your hole, then suck in a breath when he taps his tip heavily against your clit.
your chest heaves as little wanton pants leave you each time he teases you by aligning his cock perfectly with your opening just to shift away from it and go back to rubbing against you.
you never thought he could be such a tease.
tears of frustration are threatening to spill from your eyes, and you sit up slightly, about to grab his cock out of his hand and push it in you yourself, before he beats you to it, finally notching just the thick head past your sopping hole.
harmonious groans leave both of you simultaneously as your pussy stretches around him to accommodate the intrusion of his tip. though he’s barely inside you, it’s already a struggle. it’s like he’s gotten bigger or you’ve gotten tighter since your last fuck, which hadn’t been for a while now because he’s been so busy. and now, you can hardly get the first few inches of his hefty cock inside you.
you sit up on your forearms, chest rising and falling heavily as the two of you break eye contact to both look at where your pussy is wrapped around his cock, folds swallowing up his length and sucking him in deeper. he lets out a soft hiss through his teeth, not wanting to lose his head and cum prematurely from the sight, but it’s so captivating.
higuruma lets out little pants, his hands now gripping your hips firmly to abstain from slamming into you like an animal. he's controlling both you and himself as his vision glazes slightly each time he sees your pussy clenching around him. you're milking and sucking at the part of his cock that's already filled you up.
"look at that," he groans, one hand sliding around to your front to press against your lower belly, feeling the bulge of his cock from the inside. "you're taking me so well already. i told you preparation would help."
the words send a shiver through you, and you whimper, trying to shift your hips back to take more of him. but he's got you pinned, using his grip on your hips to control every movement.
higuruma pulls back just slightly, then pushes back in, repeating the motion in shallow thrusts that make you squeal with need. each movement drags his thick tip over your inner walls, the ridge catching and pressing against sensitive nerves. You can feel every vein, every pulse of his cock as it fucks into you.
"higuruma please-" you gasp, "i need more."
he shakes his head softly, mouthing along the curve of your neck and shoulders. he lays nearly on top of you, pressing hot kisses to your skin as his thrusts begin to pick up speed. "i'm getting there. just let me... fuck, just let me enjoy this."
the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies joining fill the room as higuruma finally begins to move in earnest. each thrust is deep and deliberate, intended to make you feel every thick inch of him as it slides in and out of your soaked pussy. your inner walls clench around his cock, trying to hold him inside as he pulls back, only to be stretched even further as he bottoms out.
you cry out, your back arching as he fills you to the hilt, his heavy balls pressing against your ass. he leans forward, his chest pressing against yours with his thrusts quickening more, and he starts pounding into you from above as loud groans and pants filled with your name leave his lips. you can feel the heat building in your core, that familiar pressure that signals your approaching climax.
"fuck, you feel incredible," higuruma moans, burying his face in your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "so perfect. 's like you're made just for me, isn't it?" you nod shakily, eyes watering with overwhelming pleasure when the head of his cock shoves against your cervix. you squeal and grab onto his bicep for support while his hands dig into your hips, using it as an anchor as he pounds into you with increasing fervor. the bed creaks beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall in a rhythmic thump that seems to punctuate each deep thrust.
you grab him by the tie around his neck, halting him from his slobbery kisses to your pulse point below your ear, and slot your mouth messily onto his instead. and the moment you do, higuruma obeys your silent command without question. hishands move to brace on either side of your head as you pull him down into a deep, hungry kiss.
his cock slows its frantic pace because the new angle allows you to take him even deeper as he fucks you missionary-style, his chest pressed against yours. his tongue rolls over yours and scopes your mouth as his cock pushes into you to the hilt, balls squished against the curve of your ass while his tip places another kiss to your cervix. he gets distracted and can't kiss you and fuck you at once, so he keeps that mind numbing pressure on your womb while moaning into your mouth and devouring you.
"you're so perfect," he says, barely moving inside you at this point, but he allows you some breathing room by occasionally dragging his cock back nice and slow, then pushing back inside. he's not pulling out properly anymore. he just keeps hitting that spot deep inside that makes your vision blur with pleasure.
"baby, i can't... i can't last much longer," he moans against your lips, his body tensing above you. but you won't let him pull away, tightening your grip on his tie. when he tries to warn you again, you cut him off with a whispered assurance. "do it, i want your cum, higuruma."
"oh, fuck." his entire body goes rigid above you, and you feel the first hot spurt of his release deep inside your womb. "i'm... c-cumming, i'm gonna-"
he shoves his tongue into your mouth again to silence the embarrassingly loud noises leaving his mouth, his cock throbbing as it dumps what feels like an endless stream of thick, hot cum inside you. his load fills you up and coats your inner walls, all the pressure from being so full and the warmth of his cum sending you over the edge right after.
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You and Toji are both exhausted new parents, constantly up at all hours—day and night with the baby. Toji’s grumpy and sex-deprived, muttering every morning about how he hasn’t been inside you properly in weeks—just humping against you during bottle feedings like a desperate old dog. And you’re just as pent-up, but every time you get a second alone, the baby starts crying.
Enter Megumi.
Grumpy, sleep-deprived, 20-year-old Megumi shows up to visit, stares at the bags under your eyes and the way Toji’s rubbing slow circles over your hip like a horny caveman, and just sighs.
“I’ll take her for an hour. Don’t do anything weird”.
You both freeze and blink at him in disbelief.
“Like… an hour-hour?” you ask with your breath catching, eyes sparkling with hope.
He rolls his eyes, already pulling the baby into his arms. “Yes. An hour-hour. Shower or whatever. Go”.
Except the moment the bedroom door shuts, Toji’s already on you, panting and feeling you up “Strip. Don’t waste the boy’s generosity”.
You’re both so frantic and relieved it’s honestly hilarious—Toji’s pants barely hit the floor before he’s hoisting you up, not even bothering to fully get on the bed. You’re clinging to his neck, giggling through your moans, whispering “We have to be quiet—he’s literally in the living room” while Toji mutters “He’ll live” as he bounces you like it’s his last chance at life.
Cut to poor Megumi who’s sitting stiff on the couch, holding the baby who is cooing softly against his hoodie, completely unaware.
In the background, there’s muffled thumping.
A faint creak.
A breathless “Fuuuck, I missed this pussy”
Megumi just closes his eyes and sighs.
“This is why I shouldn’t have offered”.
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I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.
Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.
As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.
In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.
Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.
For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.
Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.
Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.
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