Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔
I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.
Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶
If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏
Your reader is still fucking white, no matter how long you ignore this lol
hi! I've read through every one of my posts and I can't find a single one that specifies the reader's skin color. If you were talking about the photos I posted, I was only giving reference. I didn't mean for you all to take the skin color of the people in the pictures seriously. If you did find a post where I specified the skin color, please send it to me. Thank you! <3
cw: smut (continuation of nanami: sundress series)
"kento, i can't be late..-" your voice trailed off as your husband's hands slid past the slit of the dress and gripped your inner thigh.
"jus' say you overslept, thas' all.." he murmured against your neck, planting kisses against your soft skin. "i guess.." you give in easily, pushing your ass against his hips. he groaned lowly, grinding against you slowly, deliberately.
you can feel it. and you want it in you. so desperately.
nanami's hands kept trailing up your thigh, finally reaching your panties—the only thing keeping him from what he desires. he slipped two fingers past the fabric, letting out a breathy moan. "you're soaking, sweetheart."
he teased your damp folds, rubbing them slowly, coaxing out the desperate moan he loves. "kento… please…" you whined, leaning your body into him because you couldn't hold yourself up anymore.
he hummed, answering your desperate plea with a plunge of his fingers into your wet pussy. your hand reached over and clung to his hair, your other gripping the arms that's wrapped around your waist. "hah.. ah.. more.." hearing his wife moan for him didn't help his already-tight pants.
"whatever you want, my love." he said, his other hand tracing your body before settling it against your tits. he squeezes, appreciating the softness of the mound.
he grazes his nose against your collarbone, making you shiver in delight. he slips his fingers out of you, a whine escaping your lips. nanami turns you around and captures your lips in his, a low groan erupts from the back of his throat. he licks the bottom of your lip for entrance and you accept.
his hands wandering down your body, squeezing your ass. your husband then picked you up, your body flush against his completely, feeling the bulge in his pants against your clothed pussy.
it felt delicious. you bet it would taste delicious too.
your own moan was swallowed by the kiss, your legs hook around his waist to steady yourself. your arms wrapped around his neck as you open your mouth even more. you grind against his hard-on, digging your heels on his back to have momentum.
nanami groaned, his back hitting the wall behind him. he bucks his hips against yours, desperate for more friction. "sweetheart-" you mumble against his lips. "hm?"
"room."
"got it."
he grunts, pushing himself off the wall and hurriedly enter your shared bedroom. he closes the door behind him with his foot and gently drops you on the bed. he wastes no time and get on his knees, lifting the skirt of your dress up and rips the panties that keeps him away from his dessert. "kento!" you squeal, frowning at the fact you have yet another panty ruined. literally.
"we'll buy another set." he mumbles, spreading your folds open with his thumbs. it's clenching at nothing, soaking and ready for him. he sighs in resignation, finally— he can indulge in that pretty pussy of yours.
nanami plunges nose-deep into your quivering pussy, licking one long stripe right up your delectable folds. he can hear your sweet moans fill the room. he can't help but do it once, twice, three times, and—
oh god.
"kento~ ngh.. oh fuck. so- so good.." your fingers find purchase in his soft locks, tugging it closer. an unspoken order, 'more'.
and he listens. one hand throws your legs over his shoulders, the other dipping two fingers in your sloppy entrance. his tongue delving past your folds.
"yes, yes, yesyesyesyes..!" you babble, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pure pleasure. nanami pumps his fingers in and out, hitting that one spot over and over again. he rolls his tongue on your clit, focused on making you cum. "kento! pl-please- oh my god." you squirm.
"that's it darling. grind on my face, gorgeous. fuck-" nanami grunted, his fingers digging into your hips as he bullies your cunt with his tongue. your thighs squeeze his head and he can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be right now.
he thinks you don't even realize how hard your grinding on his face right now, and he loves it.
"fffuuuckk.. i'm so close- please!- ah~" your pretty cries reach his ears and he pinches your clit. you jolt and unconsciously pull him impossibly closer with your thighs. "cum f'me, gorgeous- fuck-mmhf.." your blond husband then realizes your already cumming when your gummy walls are squeezing around his tongue, it's almost difficult to fuck you even more.
you're body is shaking, tears running down your cheeks. cries coming out of your pretty lips, hoarse. "fuck, fuck, fuuuuck! oh my god, kento.. haah!" your thighs tightly locked around his head, the hand on his hair shaking, like it's contemplating whether or not you should let go.
but nanami didn't stop.
"kento-.. s'too much.. hng- hah~.." you whine and complain, yet your body does the opposite. "you can take it, my wife. i know you can." he murmurs into your cunt. he's just saying whatever comes to mind at this point, he was completely drunk off of your pussy. "c'mon, use my mouth." he adds another finger into your wet, quivering entrance.
"oh- fuck." you gasp, your fingers tugging on his hair once again. no matter how many times he's eaten you out, you just can't get enough of how he moves his tongue inside your glistening folds.
"wait- m' gonna- haah!" you let out a loud moan when nanami curls his fingers in you, his tongue abusing your swollen clit. you came again for the second time. he's sure you could cum a few more times, right? just for him.
nanami finally pulls away, satisfied. he skipped right to his dessert, it's only right he should go for his meal after. his mouth glistens with your slick, dripping down onto the bed. he licks his lips, eyes staring at the mess he made.
you still had your dress on. so like any sane husband would do in this situation, he pulls down the top of your dress so that your tits spill out.
perfect.
he kisses both your nipples while hastily pulling down his pants to free his throbbing member out of its confines. he rubs the tip on your sopping entrance, giving slow, open-mouthed kisses on your neck while pushing into you.
"ohhhh.. fuck." your thighs twitch, head tipping backwards- essentially giving your husband more access. "mmh, you feel.. so fucking good, darling." the blond lets out a string of curses. his big hand gripping your hips so tight, you're sure it'll bruise. but you couldn't care less.
he was fully inside you now. your walls clenching down on him so deliciously. it should be a sin at how heavenly your pussy feels sucking him in like that. you wrap your arms around him while he pushes your legs against your chest, slowly grinding into you.
his grinds turn into him completely thrusting into you. the sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans, his praises, fill the room. nanami continuously angles his hips, trying to find that one spot, that small sensitive part inside of you, the one that makes you go—
"oh, fuck! kento!"
there it is.
he continues to hit that spot over and over again, making you dizzy in ecstasy. "ke- ah~ kentooo~! fffuuuckkk!~" your nails dig into his shoulders, but he barely feels it, too focused on how much you were clamping down on him. "fuckfuckfuckfuck-" he grunts, one of his hands going up to squeeze your tits in one hand.
"you're so pretty— ngh.. like.. this.. fuck." he swears. "my wife is amazing, ohh..shit. you're amazing. i love you- hng!- i love you so m- ha..- uch.." your husband continues to praise you, all the while rearranging your guts.
the stimulation is too much, but so pleasurable.
"s'good, haah~ fuck! s'good, you're so- oh.. kento~ i love you too- haah!" you whine, big, fat tears come rolling down your cheeks. he leans down and kisses them away. "cum f'me. you can do- shit- you can do it again f'me- hng.. can't you, gorgeous?" nanami groans, squeezing your tits once more.
"i'm cum— ahh~! -ming!" you cry, feeling yourself break underneath your attractive husband. you can feel his cock twitch in you, he's gonna cum as well. inside you. just where you want him to.
he moans, spilling his load into you with one last thrust. your body jolts, cumming again from pure overstimulation. he sighs, grazing his nose against your jaw, then your cheek and he kisses you. his kiss was soft, gentle, helping you calm down from your high.
"mh.. sorry for making you late, sweetheart." his face looks like he definitely does not regret it. you don't either, you can easily apologize to your friends. this is the only time you missed it, you're sure they won't mind.
you chuckle, shaking your head. "no you're not."
he gives you a soft grin, "no i'm not." and steals another kiss from you.
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From this original post: https://www.tumblr.com/buttercuparry/759191215263596544/in-less-than-two-months-it-will-be-october-7th?source=share
In less than two months it will be October 7th again.In less than two months, it will be a year of genocide. In light of this, I just have only one request for you; please do not give into whatever you are describing as “compassion fatigue” right now.Realize that this is exactly what the colonizers conducting this genocide want you to feel. Realize that apathy during a genocide is what leads to the normalization of atrocities. Realize that this is a tried and tested method found throughout history; that now when the genocide is been widely documented by Gazans themselves- the only way the colonizers can get away with it is by running you down and making you feel hopeless! They want you to stop caring about their victims and this is why you need to fight harder now more than ever!! I request you to fight harder for every Gazan! And therefore request you to fight for my friend Siraj Abudayeh too, whose family recently faced another assault. His parents and siblings had to flee to him for protection, because their areas ( Hamad, southern Khan Younis) were marked for assault from occupation forces. With the number of people depending on him increased now, Siraj has a much heavier responsibility on his shoulders to raise enough funds to support all of them and their needs, when prices of food water and other essentials are already skyrocketing.With the coming of the rainy season, there comes the danger of epidemics spreading from open sewers as well! Siraj’s son Amir has already fallen ill, and his other two sons are showing symptoms too- they are in dire need of medical treatment! I cannot overstate how badly Siraj and his family need these funds!! How badly he needs your continuous support. There has been a significant drop in engagement with fundraising posts and I very clearly remember, someone tagging one of my posts with compassion fatigue. It shocked me to my core to think that the cries of Free Palestine could fade so suddenly; that after only a year some of you have begun to feel fatigued, from having to care about this.Do not give in please; do not let the colonizers make you complicit in this horror! They know that if they can overwhelm you enough, then one day the videos and posts would stop hitting as hard and sooner or later everyone will stop talking about Palestine. This cannot happen again! Not when your attention can literally save a life! This is the power you hold- especially if you are living in the Imperial core. The colonizers are afraid of it. You have to know this and believe this!So please do not turn away and help Siraj get to 50k as soon as possible!He is currently only at $45,044 / $82,000 CAD [ GFM LINK ][ Vetting at 219 on Hussein's spreadsheet] And if you are having trouble donating to Siraj's fundraiser through Paypal, please get in touch with @malcriada .#free palestine#all eyes on rafah#free Gaza
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monoma hasn’t let go of you since you showed him the sundress you’re wearing.
“neito? honey, i gotta change…” you said with a nervous laugh, trying to gently pry his arms off you. but he just shook his head, his grip tightening slightly. “no.”
you sighed. “what do you mean, no?” you asked, your voice tinged with exasperation. he looked up at you, his face completely blank, but his eyes held a stubborn glint. “no.”
you groaned, letting your head fall back against the arm of the couch where you’d been trapped for the past two hours. “baby, please,” you pleaded, your voice softening as you tried to coax him. you wanted nothing more than to slip into something comfortable and start on dinner.
“let me appreciate you for one more hour,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, savoring every second of having you so close.
“nooo…!” you huffed, feeling your patience wearing thin. “you already did that for two hours, neito.” he just shrugged, a playful grin spreading across his face. “i can do it for another,” he teased, clearly enjoying how flustered you were getting.
“neito!” you whined, but there was no real heat behind it. despite your protests, you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was being, even if it was a little over the top.
he finally lifted his head to meet your gaze, his expression softening into something almost vulnerable. “you’re nothing less than perfect, my dear,” monoma said, his voice filled with so much sincerity that it made your heart skip a beat.
“neito,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you searched for the right response. but what could you say when he looked at you like that, as if you were the only thing that mattered?
he smiled softly, sensing your shift in mood. “just stay here with me a little longer,” he murmured, his thumb gently tracing circles on your arm. “dinner can wait.”
you sighed in defeat, “you’re impossible, you know that?”
“maybe,” your husband chuckled, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “but i’m not letting go. not yet.”
you couldn’t help but smile. what was one more hour?
“fine,” you gave in with a soft laugh. “but after this, you’re helping me with dinner.”
“deal,” he agreed easily, clearly pleased that you gave in.
after a while, you felt his breathing slow, his body relaxing more against yours. “neito?” you whispered, glancing down to find his eyes closed, a peaceful expression on his face.
“just resting my eyes,” he mumbled, though the way he clung to you told a different story.
you smiled fondly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “i love you, you know that?”
monoma's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you with a sleepy smile. “i love you too. more than anything.”
katsuki's parents are fashion designers, so of course, you'd ask him for his opinion on the perfect outfit for lunch with them.
you've been in the bedroom for 10 minutes. katsuki’s been in the kitchen just as long, already dressed, waiting for you. he sighed, patience wearing thin. "you having trouble in there, doll?" he called out, his voice carrying through the house.
"nope! i'm done actually, coming down!" you replied, the sound of your heels clicking on the floorboards following soon after.
your fiance glanced at the staircase and… wow.
for a moment, it was like the world faded away.
all he could see was you.
you, in that beautiful dress.
a white dress with a delicate rose pattern, paired with red heels. your hair was down, loosely curled, with a white cardigan draped over your arm.
katsuki couldn’t tear his eyes away. you looked effortlessly stunning, and it hit him all at once—how lucky he was.
"so, what do you think?" your voice brought him back to the present. you were closer now, smiling up at him, that irresistible smile that always made his heart do somersaults. "the best part of this dress? it has pockets!" you added, grinning.
he blinked, trying to shake off the daze. "what's with you women and pockets in dresses?" he muttered, though there was no bite in his tone.
you pouted, and katsuki barely resisted the urge to reach out and pinch your cheeks, frustrated by just how cute you were. "pockets in dresses are rare, y'know? and it’s a hassle to carry a bag if you’re just bringing a few things."
"then why the fuck don't you just wear pants?"
"they're uncomfortable."
the blond sighed, shaking his head. "whatever."
you rolled your eyes, not letting him off the hook. "you didn’t answer my question."
he raised an eyebrow, "hah?"
"what do you think of the dress?" you tilted your head, waiting.
he hummed, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe, admiring every detail. instead of answering, he tilted your chin up and pressed a slow, sweet kiss to your lips, pouring all his thoughts and feelings into that one gesture.
you melted into him, resting your hands gently on his chest. katsuki pulled away just enough to grab your hand. "let’s go."
you smiled softly behind him. "okay."
you didn’t need words to know how katsuki felt about the dress—or about you. his actions said it all.
cw: slightly suggestive!
aizawa seeing his wife in literally anything gives you the same reaction: awe, admiration, love and lust.
he still can’t believe he landed someone as beautiful as you. so when you walk into the house in a beautiful, blue floral sundress? someone might need to give him cpr—this man is on the verge of a heart attack from how stunning you are.
"honey, i'm home~" you giggle, slipping off your shoes and entering the living room, knowing your dark-haired husband is there. "hi shouta~" you give him a radiant smile and lean down to kiss his cheek.
he swallows hard. "where…" his voice is rough. "hm?" you tilt your head. he stands up, closing the distance between you, and slides his hands around your waist, pulling you closer. "where did you…" aizawa trails off, admiring the dress on you.
"oh, this?" you glance down at the dress, then smile and rest your hands on his chest, looking up at him again. "it was a gift from a friend! she ordered it online, but it was the wrong size. instead of returning it, she gave it to me as an early birthday present!" you explain.
he nods, absorbing your words. "that was nice of her…" he mutters, his thumb caressing your waist through the fabric. "it really was~!" you agree, nodding along, unaware that all he’s thinking about is how much he wants to tear that dress off of you.
his fingers tighten slightly on your waist, pulling you even closer.
"shouta…?" you notice the shift in his demeanor, the way his eyes have darkened with something more intense. "is everything okay?"
he doesn't answer right away, his gaze fixed on you, taking in every detail—the way the dress flows down your body, the softness of your skin, the way your eyes sparkle as you look up at him.
"you’re just… perfect." aizawa murmurs, his voice low and rough.
you blush at his words, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you playfully swat his chest. "oh my love, you're such a flatterer." you tease.
he leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "not flattery, just the truth."
before you can respond, he captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all the love and desire he feels for you into it. as the kiss deepens, his hands start to wander, his fingers brushing over the fabric of your dress, tracing the curves of your body.
you melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss him back just as passionately.
finally, when you pull back for air, your forehead rests against his, both of you breathing heavily, hearts pounding. "i love you, shouta," you whisper, your voice full of emotion.
he smiles, his eyes softening as he gazes down at you. "i love you too. so much."
aizawa kisses you again, slower this time, savoring the moment. when he pulls away, he looks at you with a small grin, "i think it's about time we take that dress off of you."
you laugh and shake your head. "shouta, you’re insatiable."
shoto was thoroughly confused when you barged into the house, quickly kissed him on the cheek, and told him to wait in the living room while you hurried up the stairs, arms full of shopping bags.
he blinked slowly, deciding to sit patiently until you came back down.
five minutes passed, and he heard the sound of your footsteps pitter-pattering down the stairs. you appeared in the living room, dressed in a short, white sundress with a cherry print, paired with a red cardigan.
you gave him a bright smile, spreading your arms wide. “what do you think, sho? it’s cute, right?” you giggled, clearly excited.
shoto blinked again, his eyes slowly raking over your figure. he observed how the dress hugged your curves just right, the playful cherry print adding to the charm. paired with your radiant smile? oh yeah, it’s perfect.
without a word, he stood up and extended his hand to you. you took it, a bit confused, tilting your head like a curious puppy hearing a new sound for the first time. shoto then gently twirled you around, letting him take in the dress from every angle, his gaze soft but intense.
when you completed the twirl, you faced him with a lovely smile. “shoto?… do you like it?” you asked, feeling a bit nervous under the weight of his focused stare.
he met your eyes and replied straightforwardly, “i like it on you.”
his words, simple and sincere, made your heart flutter. you stepped closer, your hands resting on his chest as you looked up at him, the warmth in his gaze making you feel cherished.
“you have good taste,” he added, a rare, soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “but i think it’s your smile that makes the dress perfect.”
you couldn’t help but blush at his sweet words, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “you always know what to say,” you murmured.
“only for you,” he responded, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. you rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
“so,” you began, your voice playful, “should i go try on the rest?”
shoto chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “if it means i get to see you smile like that again, then yes.”
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