We, (Najwa, Jana, Farah, and Maryam), are the sisters of Shaheed Khalid Saed Ash-Shawwah, who was martyred on 07/31/24 along with Al Jazeera correspondent Ismail Al-Ghoul and his colleague, photographer Rami Al-Rifi . Khalid was our older and only brother and he was a great support for us and others. As you may heard Khalid’s story in the news, he was bombed while he was riding his bicycle coming back from delivering food to our old and injured neighbors.
Before the IDF forces killed our brother Khalid, they forced us to evacuate our house and left everything behind. They then destroyed our house and our father’s restaurant. We had to move at least 10 times since every new area we seek refuge to gets bombed.
Currently, the 4 of us and our parents, are living devastating and sad life in a bombed room in Gaza. It is extremely difficult for us to get the basic needs of food, water, and shelter.
We sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us. We are raising funds in order to be able to pay the rising cost of basic necessities in north Gaza. Our family is large and the cost of survival in north Gaza is astronomical. If you have anything you can spare, we implore you to support us. From where you are right now, you personally can help save our lives in north Gaza.
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Hello Dear,
We, (Najwa, Jana, Farah, and Maryam), the sisters of Shahe… Nesma Khazendar needs your support for Help Khalid Sisters in Gaza
Please reblog our post, follow us @khalid-Sisters and boost our posts, and repost the link to our campaign across all your social media.
Your generosity has the power to make a significant difference, and will give us hope that there will a better future waiting for us once the war stops.
We ask God to bless you and your families and to protect you all from all calamities and to never make you feel or go through what we are going through.
saw some ppl full chest using the argument that "seeing so much human suffering is unnatural" and it's like do you know what's even more unnatural??? seeing so much human suffering and doing nothing about it bc you've been coddled your whole life and think lives outside of the global north don't mean anything. that's extremely unnatural to me . but a lot of you are shameless enough to be doing it rn.
like you can just say the quiet part out loud (that you don't want to be inconvenienced by arab ppl's suffering). there really is no point maintaining any sense of decency at that point.
anyway if you like actually care for other people's livelihoods and haven't fully bought into nauseating american hyperindividualism yet, please donate what you could to shaima's and mohammad's fundraiser. this fundraiser encompasses two families w 10 children between them, and we've recently gotten an update from wafaa that they've been displaced yet again due to bombardments. please please donate and share. their goal is very attainable, but they need periodic boosts to reach their goal in a timely manner and evacuate to safety.
The real truth is the reason I mostly only ever reblog my own art despite being involved in fandom posting is I only actually venture into the tags of my favorite media like once a month for like 10 minutes. maybe
|| 'cause it feels like murder to put your heart through this
A soft knock hit your door.
One, you were alerted.
Two, you got up slowly.
The third knock was halfhearted, and seemed to scrape against the door weakly.
You passed your kitchen, fingers flexing, wrapping around the handle of a blade in the knife block. Just in case. Feet bare and cold, missing the warmth of the blanket you were under, tapped against the tiles of your flooring.
One, you bit your lip, antsy.
Two, you held short shallow breaths to minimize any noise you made.
The third step, you stopped a few centimeters short of your front door.
Heavy grunted breaths resonated straight to your chest, muffled by the closed door. Your heart hammered against your rib cage. You gripped the knife tighter in order to stop it from slipping out of your clammy fingers. Another knock, loud, intentional, made you jump.
"…Who's there?" You spoke up warily.
A beat of silence.
You were on the verge of turning to call the police, or at the very least alert your neighbors, but the voice on the other end stuck your feet to their place.
"P-Please… please," it coughed, followed by a sigh of your name.
A chill ran up your spine.
You had half a mind to leave him there.
But a firm feeling of guilt tugged at your heart. All those sleepless nights after he left you came bubbling up in an instant. You could've thrown up because of it— soiled your clothes and feet— bile spilling out of the gap under the door.
All so he could see what a mess he left you.
But you forced yourself to bite it down, a sick part of you still drawn despite everything.
You took in a shaky breath, "Nanami?"
Your voice quivered as you spoke. If that didn't give away how much the simple idea of him being here now, in front of you, hurt you, then you didn't know what would.
He didn't miss the way you addressed him by his last name, leaning against the door to keep himself upright.
Another strained whisper of your name came from the other side, and only now you could hear that those grunted breaths he took were out of pain.
Mindlessly, you dropped the knife to the floor, fingers fidgeting with the multiple locks at your door. "Why'd you-? Are you okay?" You rushed out, metal clanging between your shaky fingers.
He responded with another low grunt, but it wasn't positive nor negative. It only emphasized his exhaustion. He didn't know how you could still care about him after everything.
It was a shot in the dark, showing up at your place. He was sent to fight a cursed spirit, and he wished he could say he came out unscathed then went home. Maybe had a coffee, soaked in a warm bath, and then lazily draped himself over his couch until he fell asleep to a random show.
But no.
He just had to get severely injured when dealing with it.
And you.. you just had to live nearby.
Immediately upon opening the door, you felt his weight fall on top of you. He did everything he could to support himself, to not overpower you as to not topple you both over.
"Nan-?" Your voice caught itself, eyes widening as blood seeped through your clothes and dripped onto your floor. The warmth made you shiver.
"What.. Oh my god, Ken- Nanami-" Your hands were unable to find a place to rest against him where he wasn't cut up. He groaned when you shifted.
"Hold me." You commanded, him automatically resting an arm over your shoulder, his side using yours for support. You did your best to kick the door closed and lean over to seal the deadlatch. His steps were slow as you led him, though the familiarity of the apartment took some of his attention off of his wounds. His eyes wandered, every little thing he knew still in place, save for the dog.
It ran up to him, ears pointed up attentively at the new presence in the house.
"Not now, Milo." You chided gently, foot lightly nudging against the dog, warning it that it was not the time to jump and bark at the stranger. It backed off in understanding, though tilting its head all the same as it stayed watchful, eyeing both yours and Nanami's form.
Milo? His lips tugged ever so slightly, threatening the first thing he's smiled about in a long time. It was a pretty generic dog name, he's sure every dog in the area is named Milo, but it still pulled his heart. Warmed it.
You didn't change.
He was glad.
You reached the bathroom, prompting him to sit on top of the closed lid of the toilet. He settled with a stifled grunt, then a sigh as his head fell back against the cool tile wall behind him. You made a mental note to clean up the blood outside your door as you finally took in his battered body.
"Jesus Christ, Nanami." You muttered under your breath, frowning.
He knows.
He knows he looks like shit.
That he was in no place to show up to your house looking like shit, aware your conscience would coerce you to take care of him.
Maybe he hoped it would.
You dug through the medicine cabinet above your sink. Your hands moved quickly, efficiently, too fast for someone who would not be used to this. A twinge of guilt hit him, standing above his physical pain.
But he didn't dare say anything, because whatever spell you were under that compelled you to take care of him could disappear just like that at the wrong words. You were fickle, something he could never quite figure out about you.
How you loved and cared so deeply, but when you finally see that one doesn't deserve that care, all of it evaporates into nothing. And he was far too close to breaking the line between being worthy and not.
You knelt in front of him, between his legs with a wet cloth in your hand. Something to clean him off so you could at least make sense of his injuries. His pants bouncing off the tile walls made him incredibly aware of just how hurt he was.
Maybe he should've called Shoko, said something to anyone who was in the business for dealing with things like this. Injury from curses won't disappear with saline and gauze.
Though you knew this.
He knew you knew. That you didn't know why, but you knew.
Your fingers ghosted across the top button of his dress shirt, his tie loosened and threatening to fall to his lap. He didn't even realize he closed his eyes until he had to snap them open at the sudden skin-to-skin contact.
A crease formed between his brows, realization that he needed to buy a new shirt. It was too ripped up to even call a shirt anymore.
..And was his favorite one. You knew that too.
He knew you knew.
That's why, when your eyes looked up at him silently asking for permission to remove the bits of fabric clinging to his flesh with dried blood as adhesive, he nodded with what little strength he could muster.
You got to work quickly, but gently. Though he still hissed, biting back any more noise as to not startle you into realizing you're healing the man who hurt you.
You took your time. It wasn't easy peeling bare fabric off of wounds. But you were patient. Patient like he is. A patient woman for a patient man. Though everyone's patience has an end.
And yours reached it that night he came home battered up just as badly as he is now sitting in front of you.
You pushed the memories to the back of your mind, directing your focus on his wounds again. Your hands moved in an effortless pattern, a routine, like a robot programmed to fix up Kento Nanami.
Another twinge of guilt, but he ignored it with a thick swallow as his eyes drifted off your form and onto something he hoped would occupy him. From where he was sitting, with the bathroom door opened, he could see your TV still playing through all of it.
He noticed a blanket tossed lazily over your couch.
Yet another stab of conscience, a bit stronger. Regret, shame, guilt? He pursed his lips in discomfort, while you bit yours in concentration.
He's hurt, and you aren't obliged to help him. He's not your responsibility, never was. But he loved to feel like it. Especially during times like this one, where your knees bruised on your bathroom floor as you patched him up again.
And the audacity of him to never tell you why.
You got angry, rightfully so, when he'd brush off your concerns like you coming home to him bleeding out on the floor was normal.
But you were patient.
You trusted him.
What you didn't trust was that you'd come home to him alive every time. To the point where it felt lucky to see him still breathing.
He couldn't tell you, though. Tell you what caused him so much injury because, the minute you heard he was off fighting monsters like some hero for a paycheck, you'd get roped into the very industry that killed Haibara.
And he couldn't afford to lose another. He couldn't afford to lose his only.
Was he selfish? For wanting you to live? He couldn't be, right?
It hurt you, sure. Hurt you that the man you loved with everything you had and more was keeping secrets. Secrets that left him scarred and bleeding in your care.
But the more you know, the shorter your life would be. That is the jujutsu world. The world of sorcery. The world he wanted- no, needed to keep you far, far, far away from.
He sucked a sharp breath between his teeth, the sting of the saline sinking into his skin and momentarily drawing him from his thoughts. Shoko could just use her technique and he'd be upright in no more than 5 minutes, so why did he burden you so?
You cleaned him. You bandaged his wounds. You let your legs turn blue from sitting too long as you didn't dare focus on anything else but him.
You care about him.
And he'd do anything—and everything— just to have you look at him. Even if your eyes dripped nothing but hatred, even if you seethed while you did so.
Though, with the location change of Jujutsu Headquarters due to an incident, he hadn't seen you in what felt like forever. His job kept him away from the one thing he looked forward to when he finished a mission.
Dare he say, he wanted curses to hurt him just so he'd see you. That was a dangerous mindset for his line of work, but did he care? He was due to die. Like everyone else who played the role of sorcerer.
Imagine the look on Ichiji's face when Nanami's eyes lit up, they actually lit up, as the location of the mission was being discussed, the blonde sorcerer seated in the back. Leg jittering, bouncing up and down against the leather seats as the car cruised through the dark roads.
Nanami had never looked so alive before.
Now here he was, taking advantage of the one rare chance he happened to be sent to your area.
It was silent, by choice. You were focused, and he was thinking, contemplating. He wanted to speak— actually, he wanted to hear you speak. He wondered what you'd say, what you thought about him now.
If you were going to coo soft worries, sighing as you pressed gentle kisses against his bandages like they'd disappear, like it'd heal the rift between you two.
Or if you were going to scold him for getting hurt. For causing you worry. For disturbing you. For making you do this.
You shifted, dealing with the biggest gash at the base of his stomach that stained the crotch of his pants. Your finger held the start of the gauze, stretching it across his abdomen and around his back.
cont: fem reader, established relationship, nipple play, edging, a wink of Sub!Toji, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cumming inside, teasing, rough sex
MDNI
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Even now, after Toji had already accepted his fate, he was pouting. His massive back was pressed to your chest as you sat against the headboard behind him, your feet hooked over then under his thighs, keeping them spread slightly. Toji stared at the wall, his bottom lip slightly pouted out as he waited for you to make your move so this would all be over.
"Tojiiiii, what's the matter?" You ask teasingly, a big smile across your face as you grab his chin from behind and turn his head to look at you, tilting your head around his body to get a better look at him. Toji doesn't speak, just keeps the 'fate accepted' expression on his face. Your smile grows as you lean in and press your lips against his, making him release an annoyed grunt at the action. He knows you know how much he loves kissing, but he wants to keep his defiant facade up.
"Toji if you really hate the idea that much... we don't have to do it." You say, a bit dejectedly as your hand leaves his face to reach around his body and caress the skin of his abs, your fingers tracing the indents of the strong muscles. Toji shut his eyes and sighed, relishing the feeling of your warm hands on him. "It's your birthday princess. Said I would do what you wanted." He says, his expression softening.
Despite the act he was putting on, he didn't hate the idea of you playing with his nipples all that much, he just hated looking weak in front of anyone, and he knew better than anyone how weak his nipples made him. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder as Toji turned his head back around to watch your hands caress his abdomen. His cock was already half hard, and it was slowly getting harder the more you touched him.
You were sitting on some pillows to make yourself a little taller, that way you could actually see what you were doing over his bulky shoulders, but even then your view was a little obstructed. You had tried to introduce the idea of a mirror, but Toji had shut it down faster than you could even fully finish your proposal. The possibility of you seeing his debauched expressions during this sent shivers down his spine.
"You're so good to me Toji." You giggled, continuing to press little kisses on the expanse of his shoulders. "Oh trust me, I know." He responded cockily, shaking his head. Toji sucked a breath in through his teeth when your lips made contact with the nape of his neck. He sighed loudly, trying to keep his breathing steady when you focused your attention there, the kisses becoming harder, traveling higher up his nape, the short hairs on the back of his neck tickling your lips.
"Do you like it when I kiss you here?" You asked him quietly. Toji grimaced, "Don't use my words agaisnt me." He said, his eyes darting around the room. You smiled to yourself, knowing this was getting him worked up. You trailed your fingers down to the hem of his boxers, where his cock was now fully hard and straining agaisnt the fabric. Toji pressed his lips together, swallowing hard as he waited for you to breach the waistline of his boxers and pull his cock out, even though he knew you wouldn't.
"Don't tease me like that if you aren't gonna touch my cock." Toji said, feeling himself throb at the neglect. "Sorry Toji, if you cum without it I'll let you fuck my throat as a reward, kay?" You said, instantly making him feel better.
Tonight's proposition went like this. Toji promised you could do anything with him for your birthday, and of course, you chose to play with the one thing that was usually off-limits- his nipples. You told him you wanted to make him cum from nipple play alone. You knew he could do it, he was just too defiant to let you go anywhere near them. Only one time had you barely grazed your fingers across his nipples and he released the cutest sound, a sound too cute to come from such a big and scary man like Toji Fushiguro.
You so desperately wanted to hear it again. The desperate sound replayed over and over in your head almost every night as you went to bed. Toji reluctantly agreed after tons and tons of negotiation. Toji tried to steer you away from the idea and instead offered Shibari or blindfolded him, but you knew what you wanted and weren't going to give in for anything.
"Fuck..." Toji groaned, his cock twitching at the thought of getting to shove it down your throat when this was all over. If you had mentioned that compromise when you had first brought this proposal to light, maybe he would've been a little more receptive to the idea. "Whatever just... just do your shit," Toji said, his back muscles flexing against your chest as he leaned against you, getting comfortable. You tightened your legs over his thighs, your ankles pressed just under where his boxers ended, too close to his cock. The pressure from your ankles on his thigh alone was driving him crazy.
"Don't worry, I don't think this will take very long." You reassured teasingly, poking a jab at just how sensitive his chest really was. Toji watched with bated breath as your hands slowly started traveling up his body, away from his cock. A small patch of wetness had started to form where Toji's tip sat behind his boxers, his pre wetting the fabric all wet.
You felt his breath rise and fall quicker when you reached his chest. Toji was internally battling with himself. He couldn't decide if he wanted to watch your hands play with him, or if he needed to look away. Your hands groped the sides of his heavy chest and squished it inward, making it look like he had cleavage. The sight made you smile as you rested your chin on his shoulder, your head tipping against his. "So big..." you said, repressing a giggle.
"You think you're so funny, huh?" Toji said, licking his teeth. Though he sounded ticked off, he was grateful for the playfulness. He would never admit it out loud, but he was nervous. His skin was practically buzzing with it, so your actions now were helping him calm down. "I do actually." You replied, rubbing your head affectionately against his as you continued to massage his massive chest together, making sure to stay away from his nipples for the time being.
You kept massaging him for long enough until all the humor had died down and you just rested on his chest with a focused face, watching the way his chest moved under your ministrations. Toji was getting fidgety at this point, he would rather you touch his nipples already and make him cum than teasing him like this. Your fingers would get so close, but never close enough. He hated to admit it but he had started to crave feeling you there.
Toji tipped his head back against your shoulder, pushing his hips upwards against your legs hooked over his as he got more comfortable. "You okay?" You asked, gazing at the side of his handsome face. His eyes were focused on the ceiling as you spoke. "Just wondering when 'ur gonna do something," Toji said in a bored tone. If it wasn't for his massive boner creating such a large wet patch in his boxers, you would've really believed he was bored.
You smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of his face. "Can I take that as you want me to touch your nipples?" You said, gauging his response. You watched Toji's Adam's apple bob hard as he swallowed whatever saliva was left in his mouth. You hit the nail right on the head, but it was going to take a little more coaxing to get it out of Toji. "No." He said flatly, his eyes fluttering slightly.
You pouted and looked down to his chest before you released the fat of them and started slowly tracing your nails around his areolas, still not touching them, but a hair's length away from doing so. "No?" You repeated, looking back up at him. Toji was adamant about staring at the ceiling, not wanting you to see his expression falter.
Toji pressed his lips together again, his eyes falling shut for half a second longer than normal. If you weren't paying attention, you would've missed it. You kept up that motion, slowly circling his nipples before changing the direction, circling them the other way. Now, his breathing had picked up significantly and was much more noticeable and less suppressed than before.
"Toji..." You said softly, making a choked moan cut off in his throat. "You're dripping." You said, exposing the obvious. Toji dropped his head down from staring at the ceiling and found his cock with his eyes. His mouth dropped open ever so slightly, his arousal almost getting to the point of being too much to bear.
Your eyes never once left his face. You felt yourself throb between the legs watching how effective this type of teasing was at getting him so worked up. You'd never seen his face so flushed before, it was almost the color of his blushing chest. "Fuck..." Toji groaned, licking his teeth in annoyance. On one hand, he, really, reallllllyyy wanted you to touch his chest, but on the other hand, if he begged, you would never let him live it down.
Your words interrupted his internal dilemma. "Toji, just tell me you want it. I'm not asking you to be specific how you ask me to. Just tell me you need it... please." You begged, tipping your head against his again, trying to comfort him. Toji shut his eyes, his breath coming out stuttered and shaky each time you switched the direction of your fingers around his nipples.
With one last heavy sigh, he spoke. "N...need it." He said quietly, his entire face flushing a deep red as a look of displeasure spread across his features. A smile of satisfaction spread across your face, and you squeezed your thighs around his solid body a little harder, forcing his lower back to press against your cunt a little, giving you some relief.
"Good boy Toji," you said. You would absolutely be paying for talking to him like that later, but right now it didn't matter. Giving him no time to rebut, you finally dragged your fingertips to his nipples, raking them up and down, keeping the pressure light at first. Toji jolted forward hard, a sharp breath could be heard getting inhaled from the man in front of you. "Relax." You said, pressing against his abdomen and pulling him back against you before you brought your attention to his nipples again.
Toji's thighs flexed agaisnt your ankles, his cock twitching hard behind his briefs. You started up the circle motion again this time touching his actual nipples each time you went around. Toji's abs clenched each time you made a full circle, followed by loud gasps and choked groans. He was fighting it. "Toji you can let your voice out. It's hot." You told him before flicking his nipples up and down a little faster, increasing the pressure.
Toji shook his head, his teeth baring the open air as his face was screwed in what would appear to be a pained expression, only he was feeling far from pain right now. "I won't tease you Toji, promise." You said, increasing the pressure once more, virtually giving him no room to fight against it. Toji's hair tickled your skin as his head jerked back and forth against you, his body trying to deal with experiencing such pleasure.
You wet so wet, you didn't know how much more of this you could take. His foreign expressions and reactions were turning you on more than you thought they would. When Toji's teeth separated and his jaw fell open, the first noise that fell out of his mouth was just like the same one you heard all those months ago. "F-fuck!!" Toji groaned, his moans and whines falling freely from his lips now.
Your eyebrows were furrowed in pleasure as you watched him, he looked so hot. "God, it feels good huh?" You asked, not being able to contain your own little noises, only spurring him on. Toji felt mortified, but the pleasure he was feeling helped negate some of that embarrassment. He nodded, before his face scrunched in pleasure, his teeth occasionally baring into the room when you touched his nipples particularly harshly.
"Goddd.... C-cum, g-gonna cum." Toji groaned, doing his best to keep the whines and whimpers down. You stopped when you heard him say that, a lightbulb going off in your head. Toji breathed heavily into the air, his body relaxing against you now that you'd stopped, save for his cock which was twitching with the need for release. "What the fuck... is your problem?" Toji complained, anger seeping into his brain now that you had taken his orgasm away from him.
"Just hold on, think you'll like this a lot better," you said ambiguously, patting your palms over his pecs before you slid out from behind him. Toji looked at you with furrowed brows as you slung your legs over his lap, just under his cock, and pulled down his boxers. His eyes fluttered as his cock was released from the confines of the annoying fabric.
It slapped loudly against his abdomen, his length completely wet with his pre-cum and still dribbling agaisnt his skin. "Though you weren't touchin' my cock?" Toji asked, his voice coming out more desperate and airy than he would've liked. Stradling his cock, you grabbed it with one hand, making him wince, before you reached down and pulled your panties to the side, looking back up at him. "I changed my mind."
Toji watched with wide eyes as you lined his cock up with your entrance. His hands shot out to grab your waist for stability, his hands shaky as they touched you. Toji released a long groan when you slid down on his cock, the stretch made easier thanks to how wet the both of you were. "Holy fuuuuuck, ohmygod you're so fucking warm." Toji groaned, his head tipping back against the headboard now that you weren't behind him.
You released some of your own noises as he split you open, his cock filling you so nicely, just how you wanted. Toji knew he wasn't going to last long like this, but little did he know that's why you did this. Before you were even halfway down on his cock, you reached out for his chest and pinched his nipples harshly, rubbing them between your fingers.
Toji's eyes shot open, his legs curling in on himself as his body jerked, forcing his cock fully inside of you. "F-fuck fuck, w-what are you doing?" Toji asked, panic in his tone as he looked down at you tweaking his nipples. You felt his cock kick against your walls, already ready to spill his seed again. "Though you would like it if I milked your orgasm out of you while I play with your chest." You said smiling, doing your best to keep your words coherent, and even despite how badly you wanted to whine and cry like you normally did on his cock.
Toji groaned at your words as you started bouncing up and down, his cock jamming against your g-spot with every thrust. "F-u-uu-uuck-" He groaned, his body falling limply agaisnt the sheets as you rode him. His jaw went slack and his eyes rolled back repeatedly in his head each time you jumped up and down on him. "G-onna cumm, gonna cum, g-gonna cum-" Toji repeated, his hips weakly fucking up into yours as your fingers raked up and down on his nipples, your nails catching them and making his abs clench each time.
"I know baby I know, can feel you twitchin'. Cum inside me Toji, let it out I got you." You sounded like him when you were cumming, it would've made you giggle if you weren't so enthralled with Toji's actions right now. Usually, when he came, his teeth were pressed firmly together and he let out loud, deep grunts. Now though, his mouth was open, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes fluttered in his head as he was worked up to his orgasm.
Toji was gripping you so hard, you knew instantly you were going to have dark bruises there in the morning. Toji's legs started to spread, and his back arched ever so slightly as you went back to pinching his nipples, rocking back and forth on his cock as you bounced up and down, trying to give him as much stimulation as possible.
"A-ahhh a-ah fuuuuuck- f-ah-" Toji came with a high-pitched whine before his noises turned into groans and grunts as his cock twitched and sprayed his thick cum out inside you. "Keep fillin' me up Toji, feels so g-good fuck." You whined, feeling hot all over as you worked him through his orgasm, your tight walls milking his cock.
His balls throbbed with his release, his seed getting fucked so deep inside you thanks to the angle. His orgasm seemed to last longer than normal, probably thanks to your fingers on his chest. His abs spasmed and jerked inward with his high, his head shaking back and forth against the sheets. "St-hahhh." Toji tried to tell you to stop when he felt you fucking him into overstimulation, but his words failed to find him.
Immediately you stopped, keeping his cock snug inside your walls as you finally ceased your attack on his chest. Leaning forward you grabbed his face with your hands, cradling him as you started pressing kisses all over his cheeks, eyelids, forehead, anywhere your lips could reach.
"Toji, thank you Toji, thank you thank you thank youuuu." You repeated softly between kisses. Toji was still basking in the aftershocks of his orgasm, his arms leaving your hips to wrap tightly around your body, keeping you flush against him. "Are you okay? Wasn't too much right?" You asked, pulling back to look at his face. Toji's eyes were glossy and all out of focus, and his face was flushed red and dripping with sweat, and still, he had the audacity to look at you and say, "I'm fine. I'm not a baby like you."
You jerked your head back in surprise, your jaw falling open at his words. You just fucked him dumb and he still had the energy to be a bitch? Tsking at him you gripped his cheeks, making his lips pursed together like a fish as you shook his head back and forth. "You sure sounded like one a minute ago." You spat back, squinting your eyes at him.
You swear you saw Toji's eye twitch before your head was pressed harshly into the crook of his neck, his large hand firmly on the back of your head. "Bitch. Said you wouldn't bring that shit up." Toji pouted, feeling his face heat up at your words. You snorted before biting his neck teasingly, feeling his body harden underneath you at the action.
"You lie all the time, I can do it too." You said, wrapping your arms around his neck. Toji shook his head, feeling himself soften inside your walls. He knew you said you would let him throatfuck you after this, but honestly, Toji didn't know if he had anything left to give you. He was sure you had taken every last drop of his cum from his balls just moments ago.
"Brat. Happy birthday, hope you enjoyed yourself." Toji said, closing his eyes as he released his hand from your head, wrapping his arms around you once more. "I did, I did very much." You answered, feeling extremely satisfied and content when Toji sighed loudly at your words, his breath tickling the back of your neck.
“i don’t understand what’s happening in palestine so i won’t comment on it” of course you don’t understand. most of us will never understand what it’s like to go for months without electricity, without water, without literal food. most of us won’t understand what it’s like talking to loved ones at lunch and then having to witness their bodies in body bags by dinner. no, you will never understand what that feels like—but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t care. that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t educate yourself. that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t donate. there’s only one thing uglier than willful ignorance—and that’s willful ignorance borne from selfishness and a severe lack of compassion. if you care anything about humanity as a concept, palestine should be your problem regardless of who you are, where you live, or where you’re from.
Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"
Hey y’all take 5 minutes to call your house representative and senate and call for an immediate d escalation and ceasefire in Israel and Gaza. I’m so serious. Number matter The app and website 5 calls gives you the list for your area and even a script
Spend 5 minutes. Make 5 calls. Make your voice heard.
The people of Gaza have asked us to use our voices and now you can literally do that. Pls call!
What to boycott NOW to help stop Israel’s unfolding genocide of Palestinians in Gaza
We call on our supporters to strengthen our targeted boycott and divestment campaigns to maximize our impact!
Reminder that boycotting DOES work, there is historic proof! Don't let anyone discourage you otherwise!
The BDS movement uses the historically successful method of targeted boycotts inspired by the South African anti-apartheid movement, the US Civil Rights movement, the Indian anti-colonial struggle, among others worldwide.
We must strategically focus on a relatively smaller number of carefully selected companies and products for maximum impact. Companies that play a clear and direct role in Israel’s crimes and where there is real potential for winning, as was the case with, among others, G4S, Veolia, Orange, Ben & Jerry’s and Pillsbury. Compelling such huge, complicit companies, through strategic and context-sensitive boycott and divestment campaigns, to end their complicity in Israeli apartheid and war crimes against Palestinians sends a very powerful message to hundreds of other complicit companies that “your time will come, so get out before it’s too late!”
Please reblog! Spread this! There is an effort by zionists to discourage people from boycotting! Don't let them trample your spirits and help us in the fight for a liberated Palestine!
