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Iwaizumi finds himself looking at you, puzzled at the way you shy away from his touch. He doesn’t quite get it. But he doesn’t want to push. Hajime does what he knows how to do best; talks it out. Or he tries really hard to. Ever since he’s been more comfortable around you, his arms often swing behind your shoulders and his hands usually are intertwined with yours but he hasn’t stopped to notice that you don’t openly accept his touches.

“Honey, stop.” His tone far from harsh but it still manages to stop you dead in your tracks. You turn to see him, finding your lover standing a couple feet away from you, his arms unoccupied, flinching with the itch for wanting to hold you.

“Hi? Is something wrong?” Regardless of how it may seem, Hajime is not good with his words. He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times only for hopeless croaks to escape his throat. He looks, sad. So, so sad. His arms are being brought up, holding out as if he is collecting a reward, well in this case the reward would be to hold you longer.

“Can you come here, please?” Oddly enough you don’t protest, you don’t try to question him. Instead you step towards him as if someone has possessed you, Hajime looks relieved, he doesn’t have to fight for it. Even though, we all know that he would. “Can you, can I — can you let me hold you, please?” Oh. Yeah. You think. It still doesn’t occur to you that Hajime caught onto the way you shorten every hug, halt every kiss before it gets too deep, shake your hand away from his grasp. Physical touch makes you feel queasy, and it is oh so unpleasant. The direct linkage of physical touch to sex makes you uncomfortable, feeling like each touch has to be accompanied by sexual intimacy. Why does it have to be like that?

Once the distance between you decreases he quickly pulls you close, wraps his arms around your torso tightly. Afraid of losing you.

“D-don’t pull away just yet, okay?” You stay, without saying a word. Hajime doesn’t say much either, it doesn’t take long for your breathing to sync with one another. It was peaceful, tranquil. His hand instinctively travels lower towards your waist, and just like clockwork, you pull away, resisting the strength of his arms. You should have known by now that Hajime can rage storms with his eyes but shut them down just as fast with the way his arms bring so much peace.

“Why?” He asks. This isn’t a normal look for Hajime, he looks like he is on the brink of tears. And you feel yours begin to pour. He doesn’t deserve this. You don’t get to treat him like this. Poor boy just wants to show you what genuine touch feels like and you refuse to give him a chance. “Why can’t I touch you? Why can’t I hold you?” He feels so bad. Hajime tries to rethink about all the things he might have done that led you to feeling unbearable being held by him.

Resolve crumbling at your feet. Physical touch is his way of expressing his love, it’s always something that has always bring him comfort, stability, it has grounded him in many situations. He wants to feel close to you, but he has never felt so far away. It feels like a part of himself is always missing, hiding within you. This is cruel. This is isolating.

Without saying much you crouch to reach him, arms wrapping his shoulders, snuggling your head in his neck, situating in its rightful place. You two don’t share much words in this moment, not much is needed to be said anyway. The way he’s breaking down, longing so badly for the touch of his beloved, so much it hurts. The way his neurons fire, sending chills down his back and the way his skin heats up at the moment you make contact. You hold him and you don’t let go. You stay until you both are spent from the tears you shed. “I’ll hold you like this forever if I could, Haji, I’m sorry.” You believe that you finally get it now. Physical touch doesn’t have to feel evil, it can feel just like this. His hands find your torso again, timid, but he’s willing to try. he sighs into your touch, so relieved to be reconnected with the part of himself he once relinquished to you.

As an adult you must cultivate the skill of “Gross! Oh, well. Not my business.”

imagine living in a society where genocide is actively being televised, streamed, and consistently posted abt on social media. where theres floods of information, eye witnesses, evidence FOR FREE and u still choose to stay silent, uneducated and un involved. oh wait……..

if u think this post applies to you, then do better. if u claim to be an “ally” or “woke” or literally whatever term is trending these days and u arent using your platform to spread any type of awareness THEN U ARE ACTIVELY CONTRIBUTING TO THE PROBLEM.

HEAVY ON AMERICANS TOO. our tax dollars are funding the murder of men women and children in gaza and now one of the only aid sources for palestinians is officially cut off by the hands of our president.

every day im haunted by the things these innocent souls have to go through. and it makes me sick that others claim to care but do nothing in their power to help. the aid i can offer to save a life is next to none, i can pray that the posts i reblog reach someone who doesnt know much about the conflict, i can protest, i can donate to aids that im not even sure are able to enter gaza, but to sit in a place of privilege? and do nothing? couldn’t me me, and if THATS YOU, then you should take a moment and reflect on how loud your silence can be.

if u wish to argue with me on this matter this is not the space to do so, i will not take time out of my day to debate on whether what is happening in palestine is unjust. it is. period.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. Spread the self-love! 💕💕💕💕❤️

hi rem ahhh tysm bb you are so sweet 🥹🤧 ily and your writing sm 💕

motherhood and matrimony (ceo! satoru x single mom secretary! reader)

this series is literally my baby. its what essentially helped me grow a following here and the story is just near and dear to my heart. i've put so many pieces of myself into this story and have poured my heart and literal tears into the writing 😭

2. masked affairs—sold to desire (dom! rich satoru x f!reader - inspired by 50 shades of grey)

so this oneshot is special to me in a lot of ways. it was the first story i collaborated with my bestie @strychnynegirl on—it was a vision she trusted me with, so i took it and ran with it! i'm really proud of what i accomplished in this oneshot too bc i struggle with the ability to stfu 💀 everything i write is long, lol. plus, i'm really happy with the tension and smut here 🤭

3. vows of duty (arranged clanhead! satoru x f!reader)

this story is still very new, but i'm really proud of what i've done with it. i'm going entirely out of my comfort zone with this fic, which is both exciting and nerve wracking! like seriously, ya'll wouldn't believe how much i was stressing over this fic 😅 @/srychnynegirl and @madamechrissy can attest to it. but they helped me SO much in getting out of my head. i love them 💕💕

4. supermodel! satoru x fem reader - preview

words cannot describe how down bad i am for this man, lol. i love me a needy obsessed man 🙂‍↕️ i worked real hard on this little drabble for his teaser, and i'm excited for his full fic. this is some of my fav smut i've written, and i'm honestly so obsessed with satoru masturbating. idk, i'm feral for him 😩

5. cursed by color—satoru’s new look (girl dad satoru x f!reader)

one of my pure fluff fics. i just love satoru as a girl dad. this fic is based on my real life too bc my husband sits there and lets my daughter do his nails and hair and UGH. it's just so wholesome. this also healed me bc i wrote this after the end of jjk, so it's my delulu fantasy of how satoru SHOULD be living out his life rn.

tysm my love for this ask!! muah!! 😘

-aly

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So many adults to simp over yet some of you nasty grown ass bitches still decide to write smuts about Yuji or Megumi. Spare me the excuses and justifications. If you’re into aging up, pro shipping etc, just block me R Kelly.