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faux sympathy my love

Bulgin’: Caleb Edition

Synopsis: Caleb is obsessed with the way he looks inside of you. (Just a Drabble, I’m ovulating) RAF version here! Sylus version is here!

Warning: Smut, size difference, bulging, tummy bulge, Caleb likes seeing you cry, use of ‘Gege’.

The first time it happens, it’s almost innocent.

As innocent as the outline of Caleb’s cock bulging in your tummy can be.

You’re already crying from the feeling of being so full, of being stretched so wide. Caleb is slack-jawed when his hips twitch and the bugle moves.

You are a mix of awe and horror, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “‘S too big Cal! T-take it outtt!” You whine helplessly. Caleb breaks free of his trance and rolls his hips back to pull out but the bulge shifts and you both moan.

It was addicting.

Now it’s Caleb’s favorite thing in the world. You’re a whimpering, slobbering mess when he’s fucking up into your fluttering walls. The outline of his cock presses under your flesh.

“See how big Gege is inside? Yeah? Oh Pretty girl you look so precious cryin’ for me.” He grabs at your waist, pushing his thumbs on either side of his delectable cock and pushes down.

You wail, hips stuttering when the action makes it hard to miss his cock pistoning in and out of your heat.

“G-Gege! S’ mean!” This big crocodile tears you give him don’t work anymore. He knows you want nothing more than to cream around his cock, the frothy ring around the base is testament to that.

“Ohhh I know Pips, Gege is so mean! Are you gonna cry for Gege-“ tears roll down your reddened cheeks as the heel of his palm presses against the bulge- “Aww there we go. Go on baby. Gege always wipes your tears. Tell Gege how mean he is.”

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guy who lets me do his t shot. ill be real surgical about it, wearing the gloves, making sure not to waste a drop when im switching between the thick and thin needles, wiping the injection site (maybe my hand lingers a little too long). maybe he sees me staring veryy intently when some blood comes out, my mouth salivating just a little bit. there is still a small amount of T in the syringe, and i make up some bullshit about not letting it go to waste, and this reallly cool hack to 'maximizing bottom growth'. the maybe 3 drops at most is already spread onto my gloved fingers, my other hand pulling down his shorts and boxers, before he can even try and protest im already stroking his dick. he knows he cant stop me

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୨୧﹕fem!reader, rough sex w ichi cus hes a meanie

you tried to crawl away.

your nails scraped at the sheets, knees slipping, hips jolting with every ruthless thrust—but he just grabbed your waist, dragged you back like you weighed nothing, and slammed in deeper.

“don’t run from me,” ichigo growled, voice gravel and fire against the nape of your neck. “you started this.”

your scream was muffled by the pillow, your body arching as his cock buried itself again, the stretch brutal, perfect. every time you tried to wriggle away, he’d pull you right back down on it—flesh meeting flesh with a loud, wet slap, your pussy drooling down your thighs from how hard he was working you.

“f-fuck, ichigo—s’too much, i c-can’t—”

he snarled and grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the mattress, his chest pressing against your back as he rutted into you, balls heavy and slapping. “yeah? should’ve thought about that before you looked at me with that little brat face,” he hissed in your ear. “before you put on that tight shit and bent over like you wanted to get your guts rearranged.”

your legs trembled. your throat ached from moaning. your pussy was wrecked, every thrust shoving his cock in deeper, your walls clenching and fluttering helplessly around him.

he let go of your wrists just to grab your hair and yank your head back, teeth dragging over your jaw.

“you feel that?” he gritted. “that’s me rearranging everything. so go ahead. fucking try to crawl again.”

you did.

he slammed in so deep your eyes crossed, your scream choked, legs giving out completely.

he laughed—low, cocky, mean. “that’s what i thought.”

you were shaking now, face pressed to the mattress, tongue half out as you drooled into the sheets, hips twitching with every punishing thrust. he’d made you cockdrunk, dumb, soaked, ruined. you weren’t running. you couldn’t even think.

“say it,” he snapped, fingers digging into your hips. “say who you fucking belong to.”

you whimpered, voice shattered. “y-you, ichigo—!”

“damn right.”

and then he came. buried deep, cock twitching, hot ropes of cum flooding your cunt. his grip didn’t loosen until you were shaking, leaking, gasping.

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i need some hot dominant trans-man yanderes to complete my t4t fantasy.

like where are they pspspsosospspsps *shaking a bag of weed* where are they!!!

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Need Caleb and Zayne challengers style

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my chronically ill ass is in love

random thought but high school!caleb x reader with a severe allergy/medical condition where caleb keeps a secret stash of your medicine with him at all times. he’d only seen you have a reaction once, but the stillness of your body under the blinding lights of the hospital room had made him vow to stop it from ever happening again.

gran kept the medicine cabinet locked up back then, so he had to steal it when she wasn’t looking. he kept his main supply in his backpack for emergencies, but he had more hidden under piles of textbooks and clutter in his locker (at the risk of getting suspended).

he’d gone years without having a use for it. but one day, it happens. 

you’re both in the gym that afternoon—luckily, your PE class coincides with his basketball practice—and when you crumple to the ground, caleb doesn’t even have the time to panic. he rushes to you before anyone else can, summoning his bag into his hands from where it lay discarded in the bleachers. he treats you like he’s done it a thousand times before, his exceptional skill stemming from hours of research and studying videos on the subject. his trembling hands are the only things betraying his nerves as he shushes you, telling you he’s here, it’ll all be okay—not even knowing if you can hear him. 

a strangled mewl of his name leaves your lips, and he works even faster.

once your symptoms ease, you wrap your arms around him and cling like a little koala, masking the sound of your tearful sniffles in his chest. 

your teachers give him permission to take you to the nurse’s office, where he sits you both on the bench and cradles your feeble body in his arms. “you’re okay,” he whispers. “you’ll always be okay when i’m here. i’ll never let anything happen to you.”

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have not even played love and deepspace but I need Caleb so bad

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help my friend out please!

Children in Gaza are not only losing their homes, but also their sight and limbs. The pain is unbearable for any mother to witness. My son Qais was badly injured in the recent attacks, and I have no money to treat him. I beg you from the bottom of my heart—please help me save my child. Any donation, no matter how small, can make a difference.

This is not an isolated case:

1. Many children are blinded by leftover Israeli ordnance or direct bombings.

2. Hospitals are overwhelmed and often refuse treatment without payment.

3. Mothers like me are left helpless, unable to provide food or medical care.

Please don’t look away. If you can see this, then you still have the power to act. Qais is only two years old, and he deserves to heal, to play, and to live. Help me give him that chance. Share, support, Donate—whatever you can.

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Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child😔😭

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IM CRYING

yes

Every position is doggystyle if I bark enough

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repost this pls!

Children in Gaza are losing their limbs every day—just like the little girl in this heartbreaking photo. The war has stolen their futures, their mobility, and their right to live in peace. My own son, Qais, is just two years old. He was injured in an airstrike, and I cannot afford the medical treatment he desperately needs. As a mother with no income, I beg you—please Donate and help us. Your donation could be the reason Qais walks again.

This is the terrifying reality for many children in Gaza:

1. Airstrikes often target residential areas, leaving children with life-altering injuries.

2. Hospitals lack medicine and equipment, and most families cannot afford private care.

3. Children like Qais are at risk of permanent disability, even death, without timely treatment.

I watch my child cry in pain every night, and I can do nothing but hold him. No mother should face this. We need your support now more than ever. Every donation—no matter the amount—can help save Qais’s , his future, and his life. Please, don’t look away. Help us heal.

Donate Now Here

Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child😔😭

Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #64 )🍉🇵🇸

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DEAR LAWD ON EARTH YES

caleb tying you tight to the bed after you attempted to run away while he was sleeping.... again. he woke up immediately when be heard the twisting of the room's doorknob, used to the sound after hearing it so often. he jumped right up from the bed and grabbed you by your wrist when you tried to sprint, his grip on you never relenting as he dragged you back to pin you down to the bed.

"you wanna fuckin' run away huh? you wanna scream and cry, tell me how terrible i am to you? bad. fucking. girl." he spat in your face, anger taking its hold on him.

he leaned over you hastily to grab the handcuffs he keeps in his nightstand (from past experiences of catching you) and jerks your hands to fit inside them, not even bothering to put a hand over your mouth to cover your protests. he cuffs them to the bed pole, sitting on your legs to keep you from kicking at him.

tugging at your pajama shorts & panties with mean hands, he barely gets them halfway down your thighs and he's already delivering a sharp slap to your clit; telling you that if you don't shut your 'pretty little mouth' he'll do it again, harder.

lifting off your legs, he yanks off his boxers and pushes your knees to your chin, staring at your glistening cunt before grinning and returning his gaze to you. "you like it when im mean to you, pips? d'you try and run from me on purpose, just so you can get caught?" he utters, a look of mock-sympathy etched into his features.

when you dont answer and continue your nonstop sobs, he sends another sharp smack to your cunt, causing you to jolt your hips and open your eyes to look at him. "i asked you a fucking question, answer me when i speak to you. do you hear me?" he asks, leaning down to whisper into your ear. you can feel his rock hard erection right on your core and it's making you go berserk, the lack of pressure on your clit is torture.

you nod, scared of what he might do if you don't respond. breaking the silence, you whisper back to him, "n-no.. i don't. im sorry, caleb, pleas-" but before you can finish your sentence, he brings one hand from your leg to your lips to cover the whole lower half of your face, shutting you up. the stretch of his cock filling you up so suddenly causes a scream to rip from your throat as you desperately try to pull your hands down from the restraints to push him off of you.

"don't start that shit with me, baby. i know you're not sorry, so don't even try to lie to me. shut up and take it like the good slut i know you can be." he whispers straight into your ear, biting down on the lobe after.

his thrusts are unapologetically deep and unforgiving. he makes no effort to control himself, letting out all the anger he feels into your poor little pussy. when you make an effort to hurt him by kicking your legs into his back, he simply brings himself up sloppily and slaps you with the hand previously covering your mouth; plugging your nose with it.

along with his hips, his face shows all the frustration thats built up over the times you've ran away. teeth bared, eyebrows scrunched, sweat dripping down his cheek. he's beautiful in his own fucked up way, at least thats what you think.

speaking of thinking, you can't quite form thoughts clearly as your vision begins to blur, dark spots showing up in the corners of your eyes. you're thrashing your body around violently, trying your hardest to get him to let up on you. he does nothing but grin an awfully evil grin, raising his voice to speak to you. "you gonna be a good girl if i let you breathe, huh? you gonna let me abuse this stupid fucking pussy, be my stupid whore?" you nod your head repeatedly as much as you can before he finally lets go of your face.

he laughs at you when you take big gulps of air, thrusts getting faster, sharper.

you can't help the way choked moans spill out of your throat. no matter how much you try to deny how bad you like your punishment, it really does just feel so so good when caleb is using you as his personal fleshlight. it feels even better when he shifts his hand to push on your lower stomach, feeling himself in there. your eyes roll to the back of your head, whimpers and incoherent sentences rolling off your tongue. it isnt long before his other free hand is grabbing you by the hair and yanking you to look directly at where your bodies meet, making an uncomfortable position where your shoulder blades are working overtime trying not to pop out of their sockets.

"keep your fucking eyes open and look at that greedy little thing of yours taking me so well, squeezing me so tight. you feel me in there? yeah? see that big bulge, baby?" he questions and you swear you're on the verge of cumming just from the dirty way he speaks to you.

you nod as much as you can with his hand restricting your movements and he lets go of you, throwing your head back into the pillows. he comes along with you, dropping just above your lips and caging your head in with his arms.

"you want my fucking babies inside you, huh? fill you up so good just so you wont leave me again. i bet you want that... knowing how absolutely filthy you are for me. nod your head, tell me you want it." he says into your open mouth, spitting in it while he's there. your eyes widen and you begin your protests immediately, shaking your head.

"awh, pipsqueak.. i don't care. maybe once my seed is inside you, you won't try to run away from me."

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hello everyone!! My friend needs our help! Please share this as many times as you can!

Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help

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hello everyone, back again with another friend who needs our help. please share!

You Can Save Mena's Dream to Become a Nurse 🍉

VETTED BY ASSOCIATION: Mena is Hammad's sister, who was referred to me through Safaa and her campaign (vetted by @90-ghost)

Mena is a college student living in Gaza studying to become a nurse.

Imagine your life as Mena's. Faced with horrors we cannot even begin to realize; so close to the dream that she has held tightly in her heart since childhood, with a simple desire to help the people around her in any which way she can, and right when she is so close to realizing her dream, to turning it into her life and her reality, her dream is shattered - slipping through her fingers as she desperately tries to hold onto it: her dreams, her inspiration, her motivations, even her friends and teachers, some of whom were killed during the war.

All she has left is her dream, striving to fulfill it.

Even during the war, with the education she had received before the war flipped her life upside-down, she put that knowledge to work, standing alongside nurses and doctors in the field and tending to horrible wounds with limited access to medical tools and resources - helping anyone she could, while hungry, thirsty, with nowhere but a flimsy tent to lay her head down at night, exposed to the harsh elements.

Mena's whole life has been dedicated to helping the people around her. It is now our turn to show Mena the unconditional love and support that she has shown to anybody lucky enough to cross her path. ❤️

The university contacted her a couple days ago, letting her know that she will have to pay the fees she's incurred for the online courses she's dedicated herself to during the war; studying as her childhood home was shelled and destroyed along with all of her and her family's things and lifetime of saved funds, memorizing her work as bombs dropped on her university, crumpling it to stone and dust.

You can show her the love and support that she deserves. You can help her dream become a reality.

Your contributions to keeping hope and dreams alive in Mena's heart are invaluable. Donate today.

Chuffed has a waiting period for processing and transferring funds. If you want your donation to IMMEDIATELY be sent to Mena, paypal is linked below.

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shayma escaped gaza before the crossing closed and has been struggling to care for her family of 16 in egypt. rent is skyrocketing, and now her brother needs help funding his master's degree. she just lost her childhood friend and her friend's family, she needs support right now.

she didn't ask me to post this, i just wanna show her there's still people out there who care. please help her

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please repost!

Gaza Does Not Die… But We Are Bleeding ✊

✅ Verified by @gazavetters {520} ✅✅

Shared by @90-ghost

I am Musab Ahmed. I once had a home, I once had a life… but now, everything I knew is nothing but rubble. My house was completely destroyed by the relentless bombing that took away even our memories.

My body did not escape this war—I was injured in my shoulder, underwent surgery, but I still need another operation to regain my full mobility. Yet, the greatest pain is not mine… it’s the pain of my daughter Lama, whose little hand could not withstand the bombing. She was injured and had to have a metal plate implanted in her hand, and we are still struggling to get her the treatment she needs.

All we ask for is a chance to live… A life that was stolen from us under the bombs and destruction. We need your support to continue our treatment and to try and rebuild what’s left of us.

Help us stay strong—Gaza is bleeding.

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Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.

Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿

🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫

help my friend out please! repost this as much as you can please!

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️