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furiousfinnstan · 7 months ago

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URGENT!!!Help Abdul Salam Al-Anqar and his family get through this war in Gaza!!!

(URGENT) THEY ARE AT €3,445 OUT OF €50,000 GOAL

I was asked by @nader5555 to make this, if u cannot donate please please share this post. Copy pasted from a message i was sent:

"Only a Few Hours Left Before We Enter Our First Year of War, Genocide, Starvation, and Displacement A Final Plea from the Heart of Hell: Save Us Before Hope Dies 💔🔥 I am Abdel Salam, and I have nothing left but words written by a trembling hand ✍️. The war has not only destroyed our lives; it has taken everything from us. Our home, which was once our refuge, is now a pile of rubble 🏚️.

My car, my only source of livelihood, was destroyed in a sudden strike 🚗, and the work that sustained us is now a distant memory 💼. Today, I live in an endless nightmare. Under a sun that burns everything in its path 🌞🔥, my family and I sit in a worn-out tent, a tent that shields us neither from the summer heat nor the winter cold ❄️. Insects 🦟 invade the place, diseases consume our bodies 🩺, and my younger siblings cry from hunger and thirst 🍞💧. We have no clean water or a crumb of bread to ease our hunger. Each passing day deepens the weight of this hell we live in.

My Daughter Eman is Dying from Malnutrition 😨 My daughter Eman suffers from malnutrition; I have nothing to feed or treat her with. The deterioration of her health is killing me slowly. Every glance in her eyes, every pain she endures, crushes my heart 💔. How can I explain to her that what was once our hope has now turned into nothing but a mirage? The Night Only Adds to Our Pain 🌙 The night does not bring us rest; it only adds to our pain. We sleep on hard ground, feeling the cold in every bone of our bodies 🥶, with nothing but pieces of cardboard 📦 to cover us. My wife Aya cries in silence 🥺 as she watches our daughter’s future fade before her eyes. My mother Eman suffers from illness and needs urgent medical care 🩺💊.

My Father Ahmed is Sick with Cancer and Needs Emergency Treatment My father Ahmed, who is sick with cancer, needs emergency treatment outside Gaza, and the cost of his treatment is at least $10,000, not including accommodation. As he suffers from severe pain, I cannot provide the treatment he needs due to our dire situation.

My Siblings Are in Constant Suffering ⚰️ My brother Omar was unable to continue his studies due to the situation. My brother Nader could not take his high school exams, and my younger brother Mohammad suffers from brittle bones and needs treatment we cannot afford. Every day we live brings us one step closer to the end. Death surrounds us from every side: if not from hunger 🍽️, then from illness 🦠. And if not from illness, then from the despair that devours our souls. Where is Humanity? Where is the World? 🌍💔 We want to leave the devastated Gaza Strip to escape the machinery of destruction and killing and the severity of hunger and poverty. The cost of travel for each person is $5,000, and we are a family of seven members, bringing the total cost to $35,000.

Where are the compassionate hearts? Are you waiting for us to disappear into the depths of this suffering? Are you waiting until death takes us before you act? We are drowning, and we don’t have enough strength to scream for help 🆘. Will you let this cry go unanswered? 😭 Your donation today is our last thread of hope. With the little support I received, I was able to buy a simple phone 📱 to reach out to you. But the bitter truth is that what I and my family need is much greater. We are not asking for much; just enough to save our lives from this hell 🔥. Every donation, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death for us 👐. Don’t Let Us Disappear in the Darkness of Suffering 🌑 Don’t let our story end here. Be the light that guides us to salvation 🕯️✨.

With every tear, with every pain, I write this final plea to you, Abdel Salam."

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urloveada · 8 months ago

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𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 || 𝐣𝐨𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠💌™

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: joe goldberg x f!reader

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1.9k+

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: smut, p in v, edging, swearing, vibrator, ‘you belong to me’ vibes, dom/sub undertones; dom!joe, sub!reader. MDNI

𝓷/𝓪: not beta read, i apologize for any errors!! || my new bsf (🤫) has been dying for this fic; i really hope you enjoy!!

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You and Joe finally decided to go out on a date. You’ve both been so busy with work lately you haven’t gotten to spend much time together. Joe’s working full time; you're working part time, but unfortunately your schedules barely line up.

It was Joe’s idea to come to this restaurant; this was where you met. So, it’s quite sentimental to the both of you. which is a big reason why your boyfriend is eyeing you angrily as you flirt with the young waiter.

Now in your defence, you didn’t mean for the flirting to start; it just happened. He came to take your order but could not keep his eyes off you. Of course Joe noticed; he notices everything, especially when it comes to you. And out of the corner of your eye, you saw Joe clench his jaw in frustration, maybe even jealousy. So that’s when you decided to play along, for as long as Joe would let you, that is.

“Okay, your food will be ready in a few minutes. It might take a bit longer since we’re currently low staff.” The young waiter, whose name you learned is Elliot, tells you apologetically.

“It’s okay, baby; we aren’t in a rush,” you tell him kindly before he walks away, making sure you emphasize the word 'baby.'

Joe stares at you silently, trying to collect his thoughts before he speaks. “What are you doing?” The warning was clear: don’t do it again or you won’t like the consequences.

You stay silent, looking innocently at him, until he raises his eyebrows, indicating he’s expecting an answer.

“I’m just being polite; is that a problem?” You sass, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh, you do NOT get to flirt with the waiter than sass me. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Joe asks sternly, keeping eye contact with you as you try looking away.

“Oh my, God, Joe. It’s not that big of a deal. Why are you being such a—“

“Okay, we have one order of the grilled chicken, with salad on the side,” Elliot cuts you off, bringing your food over, “and one order of steak and baked potatoes.” He slides Joe his dinner.

“Can I get you anything else? a refill on your drinks maybe?” Elliot offers the both of you. Joe notices Elliot’s hand slightly brushing against your shoulder but doesn’t comment on it.

Joe shakes his head no.

“No thanks, darling,” you say, smiling at Elliott as he walks away to take other orders.

Joe is now looking at you furiously. “This is your last warning. Do it again, and we’re leaving; do you understand me?” Joe demands, grabbing your chin so you’re making eye contact.

You nod your head, but roll your eyes while trying to wriggle out of his grip.

“uh, uh. eyes up here. I said, Do you understand me?”

“Yeah, okay,” you nod your head. “I understand.”

Joe releases his grip and nods his head. “Now eat, please.”

_________

You and Joe eat your dinner peacefully, finally having the evening together Joe wanted. You are so close to finishing your meal without anymore distractions until Elliott comes over one last time to check on you.

“Is everything alright?” Elliot asks, sounding like he genuinely cares how your meal is.

“It was delicious, thank you,” you reply, setting the fork down and looking up at Elliot. “Wasn’t it good, Joe?" You turn to look at your boyfriend.

“Yes, it was. Thank you,” he says politely, despite how annoyed he is with Elliot.

“I’m glad to hear that!” Elliot replies happily, “Would you like me to get the bill now?” He asks, collecting your empty plates and utensils.

“Yes, love, that sounds wonderful,” you respond with the same level of enthusiasm.

Elliot leaves to get the bill, and you look over at Joe, not expecting to see him so angry.

“I have told you several times to knock it off. I am sick of you disrespecting me,” Joe says sternly.

He leans forward to whisper this last part so only you can hear.

“When we get home, you are being punished. I do not care how much you don’t want it; you will be punished for your actions, and that is final. Do you understand?”

You look at Joe bewildered. Sure, you wanted to push his buttons; angry sex is the best, is it not? but a punishment? That was something you didn’t expect.

"Yes, sir,” you respond sheepishly, “understood.”

_________

The drive home is silent, not even the sound of the radio going. You knew you were going to be in trouble, but not this much trouble.

I mean, really? a punishment?

That’s not necessary. Of course you’d never say this to Joe; he would not approve of this mindset.

when you finally arrive home and Joe parks the car in the driveway. There’s a moment or two of silence while he tries collecting his thoughts.

He turns to you and grabs your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look him in the eyes when he talks to you.

“When you go inside, I want you to strip completely and wait for me on the bed. I will be inside in a few minutes. Go.”

Joe releases his grip, and you scramble out of the car and inside the house, shutting the door behind you. You run up the stairs and go to your shared bedroom.

You strip off your clothes, put them in the laundry basket, and wait on the bed as Joe instructed.

You heard Joe walking up the stairs a few minutes after you sat down. He wasn’t stomping, which was a good sign.

Joe opened the door and looked to the bed, making sure you listened. “Finally learned how to listen, hm?” He teased, walking over to the bed to stand above you.

“Go get the vibrator,” Joe says sternly, pointing to the nightstand on the opposite side of you.

“Joe, please no,” you plead, making zero effort to do as you’re told.

“Now.”

You sigh and climb across the bed. opening the drawer aggressively and grabbing the vibrator. Sliding across the bed you had it to Joe, and once again start pleading.

“please, please! dont. I’ll be good, Joe.” You give him your best puppy eyes. “So good, I promise.”

His eyes soften slightly, and he rubs his thumb across your lips before leaning in and softly kissing them.

He pulls back and admires you for a moment before saying, “Lay down, on your back, spread your legs.”

You whine but obey him wordlessly, trying your best to prepare yourself for what’s about to happen.

“Good girl,” Joe turns on the vibrato to its slowest level and holds it between your legs.

You gasp and twitch at the sudden sensation between your legs but say nothing; instead, you grip the soft cotton sheets in order to hold still.

“Oh baby,” Joe coos, placing down the vibrator so it won’t move when he lets go. and sits down on a chair beside the bed. “This is only the beginning, and your already gasping and moaning?”

You glare at your boyfriend and begin to say something when your cut off by the vibration being turned up a level, using a remote Joe keeps with him.

“Joe,” you groan, struggling to keep still. You look over at your boyfriend to see him smiling at you, enjoying watching you struggle to keep your composure.

“hmm?” He hums, “What is it, baby?” Turning it up to the max speed, he asks, “Is something wrong?”

“Mmm, fuck,” you moan breathlessly, gripping at the sheets even harder.

“Use your words,” he tuts.

“Please, off,” you beg helplessly, “I'm going to come, please.”

“Uh, uh. No, your not.” Joe sits up and pushes the vibrator deeper, rubbing it up and down. “Only good girls get to come. Were you a good girl?”

You quickly shake your head no, hopeful that if you obey, you will get the reward of coming.

“No? No what, baby, use your words.” He says sternly but not coldly.

“No,” you groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. “No, I wasn’t a good girl.”

“No, you weren’t,” he agrees, stopping the movement of the vibrator and leaving it still once more. “What were you then? hmm?" joe prompts.

“Bad girl,” you answer, arching your back, trying to nonchalantly wiggle away from the vibrations.

“Yeah, you were a bad girl.” He notices your wiggles and once again moves the vibrator closer to your clit. “And do bad girls get to come?”

“No, they don't.” You give him your best ‘I’ll be a good girl’ eyes, but to no avail.

“No, they don’t. Does that mean you get to come?” he asks, finding pleasure in your constant gasps and moans.

“No.”

“No, you don’t.”

You gasp loudly, “Joe, I’m going to come. I can't fight it anymore.” You carefully grind on the vibrator, trying to bring yourself to the orgasm you so badly need.

Joe quickly puts an end to that nonsense by taking the vibrator away. “Oh, baby, wrong decision.”

Joe waits a few minutes to let you come down from your almost orgasm, then puts the vibrator right back between your thighs.

“Oh,” you gasp, gripping at Joe's wrists, your nails digging into his skin. “Please stop. I’ll be good, I promise,” you beg. At this point, you’re willing pretty much anything to get him to stop.

“yeah? you have?" He gently removes your nails from digging into him.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes.” you all but yell. “I’ll never, ever flirt with someone else again.”

“Yeah, I know you won’t,” he agrees, unbuckling his pants and pulling them off.

You watch Joe strip, just now noticing how hard he is. Joe pulls down his boxers, and his dick springs out.

Joe climbs on the bed with you and removes the vibrator. “Show me how much of a good girl you can be.”

You eagerly climb on Joe's lap and position yourself on his cock. Joe slides inside you easily.

“Hmm, so wet for me, yeah?” Joe teases, kissing your neck.

“Yes,” you reply, turning your neck to the side so he has better access, as you begin to rock back and forth on Joe.

He flips you over your laying underneath him while he starts pounding into your dripping wet pussy.

You whimper and dig your nails into Joe's back. “Joe,” you pant, “don’t stop, I’m close.”

He continues pounding you. “No one will ever make you feel this good,” he whispers in your ear. “Look at you, so needy for me.” He kisses your lips rather aggressively, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

You moan in pleasure and run hand through Joe's hair, tugging on it, so his face is closer to yours.

You pull back from the kiss to moan out, “Joe, I’m going to come.” He continues, not slowing down his pace.

“Come for me, baby, that’s it. good girl,” he praises as you finish.

Joe comes shortly after and pulls out. You both flop on your backs, trying to catch your breath. After a minute or so, Joe turns to you. “I meant what I said. No one will make you feel as good as I do.”

You nod in agreement, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. “I know,”

Joe pulls you close; you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes.

“You’re mine; you got that?”

“Mhmm,” you hum. “Believe me, I won’t forget.”

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