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Hello, I am Ahmed. I am 22 years old. I study medical equipment engineering at Al-Azhar University in Gaza, which was recently destroyed due to the difficult and terrible war that Gaza City is going through.

I had one year left to graduate, but the war destroyed everything. I lost my education, my father lost his job and his small shop.

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https://x.com/keitaasbff/status/1720446044604121445?s=46

the way my mind went insaneeee when I saw this, he def has a size kink.

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💌 - hii sweetie how are you doing today!! Hope the day/night Is treating you well. I also loved loved LOVED the Hanbin ask you answered for me^^ anyways please take ur time and don’t rush to answer asks 🫶🫶 have a sweet day hun 💗

i'm doing well sweetie \(//∇//)\ im so happy you liked the hanbin ask <3333 sorry it took me so long! i hope you're doing well my love mwah mwah ♡

jeonghyeon size kink makes me dizzy 😵‍💫 not even him being bigger than you but just the way he always makes you feel so tiny and so so inferior when it comes to him !!! hes so demanding.. and hes so mean when hes mad you just listen to him and do whatever he says because you know if you dont you'll release something so bad :( uses his size kink here more than anything. calling you a stupid little baby while he's bullying you onto your knees for him and making tears roll down your cheeks ☹️☹️☹️ and saying how small you are compared to him..... you'll never be able to fight him off if he wants what he wants </33

thinking about size kink with jeonghyeon immediately makes me think of his big big fat cock (that i know he has from personal experience trust me) !!! he just cant help how big he is and how well he stretches you right out for him! loves how easy it is to sink his cock into you and watch you become so braindead because of it <3 his cock is so fat he always hits your sweet spot so good theres no way he can miss it! he barely has to even do anything for you to lose yourself all over him and that makes him so 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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The definition of smol #9

be gentle

Genre: Hurt/comfort, romance, roommate! au, angst, Beomgyu x reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: None

Requested?: Yes

Synopsis: Beomgyu comforts his roommate after yet another break-up.

Please like and reblog if you enjoy! Feel free to request anything <3

It happened again.

This felt like such a recurring factor in Beomgyu's life. Another heartbreak he would have to live with. Another heartbreak he would have to watch and observe as you tore yourself apart of people that didn't matter. Lovers that didn't matter.

He stood outside your room a lightly knocked on the door for the third time. He could hear the sniffling sounds from your room that you tried to conceal with little effort. It was only so much he could bare.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft.

He was always soft, Beomgyu. Always gentle. He never raised a hand to you. Respected your privacy, respected your space, your time, your energy levels. Granted he was the person you probably spent the most time with without even realising it. Living with him was a breeze. It was so easy because he was so agreeable, so easy to get along with.

And he knew exactly how you ticked. Especially with regard to romance. And, if he was asked to judge, he would say that he isn't too impressed. Your track record of picking the right partner has been unimpressive, to say the least. Cheaters, assholes, gaslighting maniacs. Beomgyu couldn't believe he watched you time and time again bringing a new person into your life that he could see was not the right vibe. You attracted the wrong type of person, that was for sure. And he was another strike off the list.

You continued to sob into your pillow, even with the kind pestering of Beomgyu from the other side of your door.

"I got you a takeaway," he sounded again from outside your bedroom, "I'll leave it out here on the floor for you."

He knew what to do. He set the food down, all nicely unpacked by him, with your favourite sauces on the side and a napkin which could double up as a tissue for wiping away those persistent tears.

And then he would wait. In the living room, he would wait, legs propped up on a footstool as he watched the drama that played on the tv. His eyes were glazed over, not taking in the plot of the drama or the dialogue between characters. His mind was elsewhere.

It would take about 10 minutes for you to have finished your meal and emerge finally from your room. By that time, you would be wrapped up in a blanket-cocoon as you shuffled to the living room, plopping yourself to the seat next to Beomgyu. You didn't look at him, even if you felt his intense gaze on you.

Your roommate was stubborn at times. He almost always got his way, but, infuriating as it was, you couldn't hate him for it. Not ever.

He paused the tv and continued to look at you. By that time, you turned your head away shamefully.

"Talk to me."

It was an instruction that you didn't want to comply with. You turned to him meekly, with glazed, red eyes from all the crying.

"There's nothing to say," you sniffled, "you know what's happened."

A helpless feeling took over Beomgyu as he saw the tears prick up in the corners of your eyes. It was enough to make his heart clench for you. It was enough to turn him angry. Angry at the people who had screwed you over time and time again. Furious at the frequency of such awful people in your life, and such bad decisions on your part. It was only so much he could bare.

He turned his gaze away so you didn't see the anger in his eyes.

"You're so gentle, Gyu."

The sound of your voice perking up again echoed in his brain.

"So, so gentle."

You sounded tired; emotionally exhausted from the hours of crying, the days you spent fretting over someone useless, the months you spent pining over a person who was bound to break your heart in the first place.

Beomgyu was tired of this too.

"I don't feel gentle, Y/N. Not now," Beomgyu confessed honestly, glaring at the ground, "how dare they treat you like this."

The tears, by this time, had stopped flowing. You had very little in you left to feel, and yet there was a nagging feeling you couldn't get rid of. The feeling of curiosity for the man who sat next to you.

"I sure know how to pick 'em," you joked bitterly, sniffing once more and reaching to grab a tissue from the side.

When you turned around, your eyes locked with Beomgyu's. His eyes were like the moonlight; a milky shine glimmering in the deep brown pools of his iris' as you swam in the hopeful delight of his gaze. You felt the intense emotions convey just through his eyes alone. The hurt he felt with you, the frustration of the same painful occurrence, and the protective urge he had over you. You felt safe under his gaze. You felt safe just by being with him. And that was something you couldn't say about any other person you had been with.

Lifting his hand to your face, he cupped the side of your cheek tenderly. His long bangs caught elegantly between his eyelashes as he gazed downwards at you. There were so many colliding emotions rippling through his system, it was almost overwhelming. How could he provide comfort, solace, shelter and reassurance all at once? How could he do all this when the only thing he wanted to do was kiss you?

You waited for him with eager eyes, to do whatever he must with you.

The softer side of him took over. As you closed your eyes, he leaned down slowly, and it was as if time stopped. His lips landed on your nose; a cute, small whisper of a kiss that you had never quite experienced before.

He pulled away bashfully and gazed downwards at his hands. Your eyes fluttered open, and a small smile pulled at your lips.

Never had anyone treated you with such kindness. It was a different feeling. A feeling you wanted to chase after and explore.

But you knew in your heart that no one would give you this feeling again. Not a soul could display this much compassion.

No one else but him.

cw: perv sunghoon. he's a little gross but who isn't tbh. masturbation, edging, overstimulation. throatfucking, breeding. sunghoon's imagination runs wild.

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okay but gross perv sunghoon who is obsessed with you ohhhh here we go

you know him, you speak to him every once in a while. he asks you for a pencil in class, "coincidentally" bumps into you at your favorite coffee shop. sees you at the gym and offers to spot for you, blatantly staring down your sports bra to get a peek at your tits.

oh but his favorite time of day is when he gets home from whatever occasion he's decided to meet you in. he unzips his pants and pulls his boxers down just enough to free his cock, balls aching in anticipation. he spits in the palm of his free hand and starts to jerk his cock, his other hand occupied in holding his phone.

on the screen is his favorite picture of you. it's an innocent picture, truly. you've got a big grin on your face, phone clearly propped up on a window sill as the sun illuminates all of your pretty features and fuck- his cock twitches. he imagines you're on your knees beneath him, mouth open and eyes wide. he knows he's big, no woman has ever been able to take him fully.

he wants to see the fear in your eyes when he pulls it out, hot and heavy in his hands. he just thinks you'd look so cute. he'd never make you take it all, though. he's no sadist. that being said, no harm in forcing your head in place for a couple seconds, have you spluttering on his cock just for him to let you up, let you catch your breath.

his pace quickens and he's so fucking close. he wants to blow his load all over your pretty face and lick it off once he's finished just to spit it back into your mouth.

then the scene changes. you're on top of him. legs shaking, hands gripping his as you struggle to fit him inside of you and-

sunghoon circles his fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing so hard it fucking hurts. it hurts so fucking bad but he can't cum yet, not until he's finished fantasizing about fucking you.

once the feeling subsides, he continues vigorously pumping his length, the overstimulation making him dizzy, dazed. its almost primal, the way he wants to take you. fuck sitting on top of him, he wants to fuck you into the mattress. he wants to tower over you, big frame covering your small body as he breeds you. thrusting into you is a bit of an overexaggeration. to be exact, hes barely pulling out before pushing back into you. he imagines holding you down, cooing at the cute noises and squeaks you make.

his breathing picks up, his brows knit together, his jaw goes slack and he's about to cry. he's about to fucking cry as he feels his balls tighten up for the second time. he's out of his mind, brain rotted by the thought of you. fuck- fuckfuckfuck he's gonna cum.

he sucks in a deep breath, doubling over and fisting his cock violently. he's being so loud, nearly yelling as milky white liquid spurts from his cock. he can feel it through his whole body and its so fucking good. his eyes squeeze shut and he continues his fast pace even after he's emptied his balls. hes addicted to the feeling. he wants to cum over and over and over until he's nearly braindead. he feels drool run down his chin and he's fucked himself stupid once again. when he opens his eyes up, hand finally slowing its pace to a stop, he's happy to see that he released his spunk all over his phone. it covers the screen that once showed your angelic face.

he know's he put on a show. he can only hope that you, his roommate, heard it all.

North Star Boys memes I made cause Justin said so...