"Report: 2.5 Millions Sudanese Could Die From Starvation By September."

"Report: 2.5 millions Sudanese could die from starvation by September."

The RSF -a genocial militia- is mass starving Sudanese people. They are cutting off or denying food access to many through inflation of necessities and it's beyond horrific to see.

This is 5% of the population, and extends to interrelated issues. It has also been reported that roughly 80% of Sudanese people are not able to farm their lands adequately. So please continue to keep eyes on Sudan. Educate yourself, stay informed, and continue to share and donate to GFM's of Sudanese families. I post them on my page as I see them here, as well as when I come across them elsewhere. And as always, free Sudan.

CARE

2.5 million South Sudanese Face Severe Hunger, Figures Reveal - CARE

As many as 2.5 million South Sudanese will be living in severe hunger in the next three months, according to figures released today by the I

my heart absolutely breaks for gaza. imagine screaming for help. for someone to save you and the world ignores you for the most part. shame on anyone and everyone who supports this. where is your empathy.

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✩ The Assistant.

✩ endeavor x assistant!f!reader

we all want to have him as our boss and fuck him, right?

✩ warnings & tags: it’s endeavor and im writing it, so you know there’s a bunch of hot sex involved. size difference, small age gap, creampie, pussy smacks, oral, semi-public sex, domination, established affair (enji’s seperated, but not divorced), implied sadism, breeding (possibility of a child).

there you were, underneath your boss’s mahogany colored desk; shoving his fat, can shaped cock further down your throat. eyes watering as he fills your mouth to the brim.

the number one hero tried his hardest to not throw his head back and let out a groan, while you devoured his cock. but, the way you handled his balls and sucked him like he was a cherry tootsie pop; made it harder for him and he quickly let out a thick load deep into your mouth.

a loud groan left his throat and his thighs quickly clench around your head; almost suffocating you while he cums. your eyes roll back into that pretty little head of yours, while a small yet powerful orgasm runs through you and he finally lets his thighs relax; making you release his cock from your pretty stretched out mouth.

a string of his cum mixed with your spit dribbled out of your mouth as you looked up into his icey blue eyes, smiling with satisfaction since you took his cock and fallen babies so well. he grabbed your arm and pulled you close to his torso, leaning down to kiss you; his leftovers mixing into his mouth.

“such a good girl for me.” he praised, biting your bottom lip before he pulled away; eliciting a whine from you. he zipped his softening cock back into his pants and helped you get up from under his desk, handing you a kleenex so you could clean your fucked face; before returning to your desk outside of his very spacious office.

you had been working with the number one hero for quite some months now. he had needed an assistant with this big promotion and from hundreds of recommendations, he hired you. and from that day on, something in him lit up and he decided to make you his dirty little mistress.

you knew Enji was married, since he still wore his wedding ring on his finger, but you didn’t care. his martial status meant nothing to you as long as he continued to pump you full of his cock on a daily basis. call it wrong, but that’s just how you felt.

waving at burnin as she passed by your desk and entered your office, you signed into your laptop and started going through your emails and looking over your boss’s calendar book. until, your phone chimed with a text from endeavor’s personal number.

it was a photo of his clothed bulge with a message underneath it.

- still hard. come let daddy drill this cock in you.

his dirty message made you clinch your thighs together and you quickly replied.

- i would if i could, got to reply to these emails and you’re still talking to burnin. how about i send you a video of me playing with myself, instead?

he quickly liked the message and you giggled. you quickly looked around to check if anyone was coming, before you held your phone up and spread your soiled panties to the side, dipping your fingers in between your drenched lips.

your stifled a moan by biting yours lips, thinking about what happened prior to this, making you cum within seconds. you rode out your orgasm and ended the video, hitting send; before you started typing on your computer again. you knew he would watch the video with his sidekick in his office, volume low along with the brightness. and a few seconds later, the blazin haired hero walked out & relayed that endeavor wanted to see you.

on cue, you walked right back into his office; notebook in hand and quickly closed the dark oak door behind you; before walking up to his desk. you watched as his muscles flexed and protruded through his black velvet sweater, while he pressed play to watch your sexy video once more.

“so pretty and wet for me…look at her clinch around nothing…so sexy~” he turns the phone so you could see, making your face hot and your thighs press together.

“you’ve got a meeting in a few mins,” you reminded, just in case he got a bright idea. and just like you thought, he did.

“get back under this desk and take daddy’s dick while they all pile in here. and if you make a peep, there’s going to be hell for you~” you knew he was serious from the way that he spoke, with your body acting on its own; you found yourself following his orders and dipping underneath his desk again.

you turned your clothed ass towards him, arching your back so he could plunge himself into you with ease. he unzipped himself from his corduroy confinements, freeing his throbbing fatness. he pushed up your skirt and ripped your panties off of your body, before pushing his swollen tip towards your tight entrance.

and as you backed yourself up onto his cock, his employees apart of the meeting came piling into his office, sitting on the black loveseats he had inside. you covered your mouth with your hands, smothering the moans that left your lips as his cock stretched your gummy walls to fit around him.

you would never get used to his sized, you felt like he would get bigger each time he fucked you, pushing your walls past its normal limits.

he did his best to control his facial expressions as he began talking about how they’ve been monitoring and controlling the nomu outbreak, while you fucked him.

your were now passing the pain threshold that came with fucking the number one hero and was now welcoming pleasure. you were more aroused than usual, thanks to the state that you were in. fucking your boss in a room with other’s, unbeknownst to them. pussy becoming wet with each glide around his cock, betraying you by making a squelching noise that could be heard by them.

but, endeavor was quick with putting on a video for them to watch; deafening the noise your pretty girl decided to make for him. you turned your head slightly, catching his gaze while you pushed your self deeper onto his shaft; mouth opening like a bitch in heat.

as you bounced your ass against him, your slick coated pussy became too slippery for his dick and he slipped out of you; causing a gush of air to flow out. an employee turned to see what that noise was, but when he saw endeavor’s stoic face, he quickly turned back around and continued to look at the video in front of him.

endeavor turned his attention back to you and gave you a look; pushing his cock back into you along with his thumb pushing into your other hole as punishment for making too much noise. you bit your finger tips so no one would hear you squeal, the next erotic sensation forced your mind to go dumb.

the way he fucked your cunt to his liking, pushing himself deep inside you where his tip kissed your cervix and rubbed your gspot with ease, made you unfold. eyes rolling back to the whites, cunt queefing with each movement; before he pulled himself out of you—replacing his finger in your ass with his cock; resting above your tighter hole. his own orgasm splayed out on your ass, jerking slightly as it pooled out from his tip.

you caught his eye once more, you could read the look on his face; he was far from done.

“meeting’s over,” he clicked off the flat screen tv, making all his employees look at him.

“but sir, we haven’t discussed—“

“get the fuck out, now” they weren’t trying to argue with him, quickly grabbing their things and leaving his office. it was without a doubt that they were afraid of him and no wasn’t the time to prove that. as the door closed behind the last person, he reached down and grabbed your hips, his cum dripping down between your cheeks as a result.

you sat on his lap, cock ghosting your entrance while he held you there, “didn’t i say you were going to get punished for making a peep?” his voice deep and serious, making you swallow the slight fear he gave you.

“im sorry—“ you felt like your body was melting once he pushed himself back inside your cunt. how was he still hard? his libido always superseded yours. he didn’t let you adjust, his stiff dick bullying your hole with each pound, fucking you dumb once again.

“all ways so tight for me. god, i can’t stop fuckin this cunt” he sent a smack to your clit, causing you to jolt and clench down harder around him. he groaned at the sensation, sending another one to your sensitive bud. your soft mewls were like music to his ears, his dick throbbing repeatedly inside of you; he couldn’t wait to cum inside.

enji’s big hands reached around your chest and ripped your button up to shreds, buttons popping off and flying onto his big desk.

“enji!l you whined and he sent another smack to your clit, correcting you.

“daddy! I don’t have anything else to wear” you moaned when he pushed his cock further into you, cream slowly coated his base. he slowed his stroke down, making you whine once more. he loved hearing you call him daddy, it drove him insane.

“ill have someone bring you another one from the company’s closet. now be a good girl, while l finish fucking this pretty pussy of yours.” his speed picked up once more and he was drilling himself inside of you. he let out some groans, one more primal than the others as he creamed your pussy full of his babies.

he didn’t stop his movements after cumming either, pistoning his cock deeper inside of you; making your orgasm come down harder than the last. he made you squirt, hard, pushing his cock right out of you pussy—splashing his leaking head and his dark desk.

picking you up with his big hands, he stood you on your feet; legs wobbling from the amount of stress that was put on it seconds ago, before he bent you over his desk. his huge frame towered over your smaller one as he pinned your arms behind your back, pulling your skirt all the way down to your ankles and deepening your arch; just so he could re-enter you once again.

your ass rippled against his clothed pelvis, cream and slick sticking to the soft fabric, as he fucked you. you turned your head and was met with a picture of his estranged family and you couldn’t help but moan. taking someone’s husband’s cock in his office every day, knowing someone could walk in excited you. you were made to be his cock whore.

he gripped your wrists, arms bruising slightly from his grip while he pounded you relentlessly. you were cumming and so was he, the way his balls twitched and his stroke became rougher—you were going to be a good slut and take his last load.

“let me stuff you full of my babies again. want you pregnant with my seed~” you were so dizzy with cock, agreeing to his wish, drooling against his desk; while ropes of his cum flowed into you and your own orgasm erupting inside of you. you could see stars like one of those cartoon characters as you came, his dick slowing down inside of you; before he pulled out of you for the last time.

with a smack to your ass, he zipped up him pants and pulled you back into his chest; pressing his lips to yours; another way he dominated you.

“ill go get those clothes from the closet. put this on and stay here. also, when i get back clear my schedule; taking you back to my place so i can hear that pretty girl speak to me again~”

baby, you can mow my lawn!

[summary] the local dad you recently met is single and full of interesting stories about how easy it is to break furniture! have you ever heard of that stereotype about how divorced dads fuck with unbridled rage? yeah...

cw: divorced dad!toji, parenthood, sap and fluff, silly clichés, penetration, acts like an old dad, fucks like he isn't <3, age gap, he's got a big dick, oral m receiving, they get nasty with it!, size difference kink, creampies, 18+

masterlist this is the same universe in my head

it's nice to have a friend like toji.

some things you just can't be bothered with—like figuring out why your car is stalling, or dehumidifying the basement, or mowing your lawn every couple of weeks when it starts to sprout weeds, overgrown and dandelion-filled. it's arduous, hard work.

he's so kind, offering you a helping hand the way he does, all charitable smiles and advice. he does what you need with ease, then takes you out for coffee and pays for your drink. he even planted those, cute, new aloe plants you bought on an errand run together. he opens up about his past relationship—his only real one, he claims—and lets you gush over his son and alike he looks to him. it's fun, easy company—and so convenient, having a handyman around.

the day is sweltering and humid, and your grass is longer than ever—was, because toji, helpful as ever, is outside in your yard, lawn mower ripping, grass flying beneath it as it gets trimmed. you flick through the channels on your television, air conditioner blasting at the fractured thoughts ricocheting around your head.

be honest with yourself—you don't care about what you're going to watch.

not when your friend is in your perfect line of sight through your window.

his bulky back muscles ripple, his thin, white shirt soaked and stuck like a second skin on his stomach. his dark hair is plastered to his forehead, a sheen of sweat coating his veiny forearms and bulging biceps. he looks good. good enough to eat—like he'd probably taste saline and like aftershave and black coffee.

the sound of the mower dies. your lawn is pristine—it's not like you notice, not like you care, especially when he uses the end of his shirt to wipe off his forehead, his carved-out abdomen clenching with his heavy breaths, glittering and wet like the surface of a crystal lake.

this has been routine for months, now. you scramble from your lazy sprawl on the couch and into the kitchen, pulling out a jug of your brewed tea—one you make every time he's over, just because he told you how much he liked it.

you blame your clammy hands on the cold, ice-filled drink you pour into a glass and not the warm feeling that has your gut swirling and fingers nearly shaking.

the door rattles open, then creaks shut, and he's in your peripheral, his drenched shirt in his hand. he's shirtless—his thick fingers are combing through his damp locks, his neck rolling to the side as he stretches out. he's still panting softly, and when you turn and smile up at him, handing him his glass, you can't help yourself—his happy trail trail is dark and fuzzy, beaded with moisture, and your stare probably short-circuited on it for too long, but if he noticed, you couldn't tell.

his boots squeak against your floor. there's some stray grass hugging his muggy skin. he peers down at you and returns the small smile with a familiar fondness, calloused fingers brushing yours as he accepts the glass—

and you watch his strong throat work—ogle his hands dwarfing the glass. his warm palms melt the ice; droplets slip over his wrist and kiss the veins in his arm. the tea rolls down his chin as he finishes off the glass. the way he wipes his face and licks his lips is mannish and something else—something that makes your belly pulse.

"'s good—my favorite." the glass gently meets the counter with a tink. the lucidity of his green eyes is like a forest fire. "y'need me for anything else?"

you purse your lips, then laugh when he grins at you. the amusement in his gaze—it makes your brain stutter.

you consider him and lean back and grip the counter behind you for support.

"think you could be a doll and assemble my new sofa coming next week?"

the scent of freshly cut grass wafts through the open kitchen window—or maybe it's coming from him, an addictive concoction of body heat and earth. he chuckles, scarred edge of his mouth lifting, crooked and perfect, and nods, throwing his shirt over his tan shoulder.

he looks past you into the living room and eyes the sofa, crossing his arm. they're thick with muscle and tendons, all sinewy. hard to the touch, probably, if you reached out and traced your fingers over them, but his skin must be soft and hot, like a cozy blanket, onyx hairs covering them—the same kind that hugs his chest and lower back, right under the dimples there.

"mhm. but ya've got a perfectly good one there. you break it or somethin'?" he teases.

your laughter is light and airy like butterfly wings. he's funny, too, when he wants to be—it's so easy to be you around him, to let him in on what's on your mind and how you have been doing. it's a friendship you're grateful for, and one you'd hate to ruin.

it would be hard to prove you were thinking with your head when you stepped closer—close enough to smell the cologne and salt—and reached out your hand. dragged your index finger down a chiseled line seperating his abdominals. joined it with your middle finger and rubbed the skin above his belt, the moist tuft of hair there. dipped them beneath the waistband, fingertips barely brushing the denser mass of hair there.

is this too far—are you ruining a delicate, good thing? are you being too ridiculous—too bold and too loud, like a sheep in wolf's skin? he's older than you—probably smarter than you, too. does he think of you like a yapping puppy at his heels, starved for his attention wandering aimlessly when you're not getting it?

"have you ever broken one before?"

your heart is thumping in your ears, picking up speed when he drops his gaze to the way your hand is moving, how it's teasing his skin. that might have been a bad line, and it could be the case that he doesn't really want you, either.

his eyes are dark and hooded when he looks back up at you. imperceptible. impenetrable.

for a moment, you picture the look of disappointment from the neighbor's kids when you tell them he won't be around anymore to pick them up and play pretend with them.

your other older neighbor fawns over him, about how nice he is—how he helps her take her groceries in and trims her hedges if he's not too busy. your maillady calls him your boyfriend when she speaks to you.

you'd bet that people at his work probably call him a standup guy—his colleagues probably know him as a good friend.

so why does he fuck you like he hates you?

your mouth hangs agape in a silent whimper, eyes nearly rolled back into your head as a wet, squelching smack reverberates through your living room. your hair is fisted back in a firm grip, jaw cradled almost reverently, but the heavy weight on your back is cruel with force, nearly suffocating you into the cushion of your couch as it wrecks your insides and stretches you 'till you feel a sob wracking through your chest.

it's unbearably overwhelming—his throaty, low grunts in your ear, the balmy, musky, smell of him, his thighs keeping you caged and pliant beneath him as he ruts into you, ravaging your clenching, desperate walls. if you had the mind to be embarassed, you would be at the sound of his balls kissing your throbbing clit, the smooch of it getting stickier the more he rolls into you.

"should've known," he murmurs, nuzzling your hair, lips at your ear. "should've known what you wanted. feel so fuckin' stupid, not knowin' you just wanted to get fucked. that why you're so twitchy 'round me, baby? so antsy? hmm?"

your hands seek purchase in the couch and his arm around your neck, the nails of one sinking into soft material, the other in taut skin. you nod mindlessly, squeaky moans bordering on pathetic.

"fuuuck, toji, please—so good, s-so good," you babble, your head too heavy, face too warm. your cunt reflexively tightens, over and over, like it recognizes the thick shaft taunting your walls as an intruder, like it's trying to force him out. "s-so big, and... and—"

"y'should've just told me, sweetheart," he tuts, like he's talking about fixing a leak and not bare and seated in your guts. "listen to her—how happy she is to meet me, baby. y'didn't have to deny yourself like that."

he hums at your warbling tone, at the soft, plaintive way you're stumbling over your own words. his hand covers yours, thumb rubbing your flesh—a tender gesture if he wasn't so deep in your fluttering hole that the swollen head was nearly bumping where it couldn't go. his lips brush the shell of your ear before his chin tucks into the junction of your shoulder.

the constant sawing of his cock, the way it completely congests you without any wiggle room—how his pelvis is slippery and deft as it propels his girth deeper. it's too much—and it's not enough. you need to conjoin, to melt together as one.

the sounds that escape you are debasing, and you're helplessly close to the brink—so close that your pussy is starting to spasm and convulse and he can tell just how far gone you are; just how fucked-out he has you. he's making you his—owning you.

"gonna come—'m gonna come, toji," you slur, dignity replaced with your eagerness to get off, hips failing to buck under his oppressive weight as his own grind into your ass. "'s so good, need you to come inside me, pleaaaase—"

"shit, she's all wet and swollen. 'course 'm gonna come in this pretty pussy, baby." he groans, the smack of your bodies becoming white noise as you pulse around him. "such a good girl, beggin' t'get filled up."

it hadn't occured to you before that pleasant, family-oriented men can fuck the air out of your lungs until he'd gotten you reeling and messy under him.

the hair at the base of his dick is coated in your slick, and before that, your drool, from when you'd knelt between his thighs and let your tongue follow the divots on his leaking, hard shaft, over the slit at the tip.

you'd made quick work of pulling his pants and boxers down and nosing into his balls—and he'd wasted no time pulling your viscid panties from your folds and eating you out like he'd been dreaming of doing it. it was simple—straightforward, just like him.

his hand slides down your body, fondling your skin until he's circling your sopping clit, and it's enough—you tremble around his thickness, barely even able to whine as release crashes through you.

it's enough for him, too.

he locks his big arms around your neck and burrows his face into your hair. he rails into you, hips losing their composure as he seeks his own pleasure, the offensive sound of your conjoined bodies meeting a feverpitch.

"god, gonna fill up this pussy, give her what she's been needing. gonna fuckin' breed you—"

he bottoms himself fully inside you. you gasp, it hurts, almost, but he's just groaning and then it gets hot and creamy, and your arousal is mixing with his own, and he's fucking it into you until you're mewling and your heels are nudging his ass, lids falling shut. he loses his rhythm, puffing hot breaths behind your ear.

when he stops pumping, his cock softening within you, he takes his hand from your clit—tilts your jaw with it and starts kissing your face all over, wet and cozy over your cheeks and eyelids. tastes the tears staining under your eyes, brushes the fair from your face. when he pulls out, you sniffle, voice broken.

the neighborhood is still—sleepy, especially for the early afternoon. the sunlight swaddles the living room in a hazy blanket, illuminating the wood of your windows.

the yard does look really clean.

you're disembodied, in a sense—on another plane, and here, under deep, even breathing and soft touches. fingers push your hair back from your face when you rest your cheek on the couch cushion.

you peek up at your friend—can you use that word to describe him, now? do friends fuck each other stupid into couches (still standing and perfectly unbroken, by the way)?

"thanks," you mumble, a half-whisper, "for coming over and mowing my lawn."