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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

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Can we talk for a moment about CEO!Dream?

He would be one of those types of ceo who choose every day a different watch to wear ams that goes with his tie and everything. He would be the kind of boss who everyone loves because he's young, pretty, funny, a gentleman and he has the money and the power.

And oh...the power he has over you. The moment you went into his office that day to do your interview, he knew he was doomed. He couldn't help but stare at your pink lips as they moved, couldn't help but notice they way you ran your fingers through your hair when you became too nervous or instead of smiling he sent you a small smirk.

He would love to tease you any chances he get, you guys are in a meeting? He's making you sit next to him so he can easily place his hand on your thigh, drawing invisible circles on your hinner tigh.

And he also couldn't help it when he slammed your back against the wall of his office, both hands under your ass to hold you up against his Armani suit, his lips never leaving yours in a constant hurricane of lust and desire.

He would groan and tug your hair when he saw you on your knees in front of him, big C/E staring back to his green eyes as you slowly took his dick down your throat.

He would smirk every time a sound got out of your throat when he repeatedly slammed his fingers into your hole, finding pleasure by just watching your face as you tried to be quiet like he asked you to be.

And he would love to slam you on his desk, his hips hitting the skin of your ass as he fucked you from behind, a hand wrapped around your hair as he grunted and moaned, throwing his head back as you moaned and whimpered for him please Sir, harder.

And then it was all about you, if he wasn't fucking you, he was thinking about how pretty you'd look like with a new diamond necklace wrapped around your throat, imaging it hitting repeatedly your chest as he made you ride him on his chair, the view of the other building clear as they with the big windows around his office.

And if it wasn't the necklace, it were the rings on your fingers that were wrapped around his dick as you gave him a blow job.

He'd be the type to buy a hand-made collar, from some shop he payed even more to keep their mouth shut about, with small F/C stones that shined under the lights and that fit perfectly around your throat. Almost as perfect as his hands.

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you’re not going out in that outfit. - dream x fem!reader

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"You're not going out in that outfit."- is what it all started. That simple sentence and your answer to is, caused everything that happened after. "Says who?", was the answer you gave Dream after he forbade you to go out with your friends in that beautiful, tight dress that complimented your body in every right spot.

Thanks to that, you were bent over the kitchen counter, with your hands pinned over your head and your chest pressed forcefully against the countertop.

"Is this what you wanted, yeah? For someone to bend you over and fuck your dumb little brains out. Fucking whore.", the blond mumbled as he thrusted deep inside of you, not caring to give you even the slightest bit of pleasure. He couldn't care less, just wanted to show you who's in charge.

"N-no.", you whined out as the slapping skin rang through your ears, illuminating so peacefully from the walls.

"Well I guess that's what you're facing. Couldn't even give me a good answer, no. You had to be a fucking brat and idiot about it. Had to be a slut. Right? My pretty fucking slut."

"'M not a slut!"

His hand found the back of your thigh before he pulled your hair back, pulling your head up with it to grab your throat. "Yeah, you're not? Then why are you getting so turned on by this? Did you wear that because you knew I would never allow you to go out in that?"

Dream always was a little bit possessive and he hated that about himself, but you really enjoyed it. And yes maybe, just maybe you wore this just because you knew you would end up getting fucked dumb. Maybe that was your goal. But you would never tell him, you would never boost his ego like that.

"SHARING IS CARING"

NSFW DRABBLE! georgenotfound x sapnap x afab!reader

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summary: now that both George and Sapnap are in England, you don't see why you shouldn't show them just how much you care about them

TW: threesome, sub!reader , sub!sapnap, dom!george, oral sex (reader receiving), slight brat taming, praise kink, anal, cum play, pet names, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, please!), double-penetetrion, maybe a bit of degradation/ humiliation? but just a bit i swear.

sorry guys I lost motivation after writing the first two paragraphs so this is gonna be a short one, btw I hate this but I'm posting it anyway so...

YOU didn't know how you three ended up like this. Your legs wrapped around Sapnap's head as you sat on his face, his hands gripping your thighs while he licked every inch of your warm and wet pussy, and with George's fingers slowly entering your other hole, whimpers of both pain and pleasure leaving your mouth.

George had his free hand over your ass cheek, occasionally giving it a squeeze or a slap when you tried to pull away. His fingers worked their ways inside of you, stretching you open and preparing yourself for him while you kept moaning, trying to move your hips over Sapnap's face.

And while George kept fingering you, praising words kept falling from his lips. "such a good darling for us, aren't you baby?" he had said one time before squeezing your left cheek "you gonna cum on Sapnap's face? You're going to make a mess?" He whispered, and you clenched around Sapnap's tongue, who let out a moan at the feeling.

"Im- I'm gonna- going to cum!" You moaned out a few minutes later, bending over further so that George could have better access at your hole. "Go on then, cum baby. Squirt all over Sapnap's face, but then you're going to lick it clean alright?" He warned, slowing pushing his cock inside your asshole as you gasped and moaned, both from pleasure and pain.

Immediately, you came, not even realizing what George said to you just moments before your orgasm. So, when Sapnap slowly lifted you from his face, and placed you further down, towards his own dick, you were ready to take him.

But George had other plans and so, with a hand over your head, he shove your face closer to Sapnap's mouth that seemed to be still covered with your orgasm. "I told you, if you came on Sapnap's face you were going to lick it clean, so come on darling, do it and maybe I'll let you have his dick ok?"

So, while you made out with Sapnap, George took Sapnap's dick, stopping his thrust and jerking the younger boy's off a few times before slightly raising your body, just enough so that Sapnap's dick could slide inside of you.

Both you and Sapnap moaned at the feeling, and while you slowly started to move, George took your hips and started to thrust harder and quicker than before, not giving you any time to adjust.

"F-fuck, keep going baby, you're gonna make me cum." Sapnap said after a few minutes of George practically making you ride him, his head pressed on the pillows as his hands helped you to meet both his and George's thrust. George grinned at him, eyes full of mischief "you're going to cum so soon Sap? Can't handle the feeling of our baby's pretty, thigh, wet pussy around your dick?" He mocked, laughing when the youngest boy let out a small whine, definitely getting off of what George said.

"Do it Sap, be a good boy and cum." George ordered, enjoying the way Sapnap immediately listened to him, closing his eyes when you both moaned as he filled you up with his cum.

And while you both came, George kept going, praises coming out of his mouth as he kept fucking your ass and stimulating your clit with his hand, encouraging you to give him at least one last orgasm, please baby, I know you can do it and he did, he made you came another time, and with a tired sigh, all three of you shared a glance and laughed, the smiles never leaving your faces as you proceed to clean yourselves off.

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My name is mahmoud mohammed jaafar jaafar i studied computer engineering and graduated from university in 2023 i worked as a software engineer in a local company here in gaza unit the war started, then the company got destroyed and became unemployed and our house is destroyed partially and became inhabitant to live in but nevertheless we stayed in it because we do not else to go i currently live in north gaza where is a scarcity of food and i have 3 brothers and 4 sister one of them died while he was trying to find food for the family so i am the eldest in my family now i have to provide a living for them

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My name is Mahmoud Mohammed Jaafar Jaafar. I studied computer engineering and graduated from university in 2023 i worked as a software engin

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My name is Basel Ayyad, a 28-year-old Palestinian from Gaza. My family of eight was forced to flee our home in northern Gaza, which was destroyed by the war. We now live in a small tent in Rafah, struggling daily to survive without shelter, food, or medical care.

The most heartbreaking struggle is watching my daughter, who suffers from a rare disease, worsen due to the lack of treatment. We urgently appeal for your support with food and essential aid. Even the smallest donation can make a difference and save our lives. Please help us.

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