PL4YL1STS >:3

older bf! aizawa fixing all of my daddy issues. yeeeea. yeeeeeeeeeea.

i don’t even mean sexually!! like imagine opening up to him for the first time. you’ve been dating for a while and he knew some of your familial relationships were… strained to say the least, but he didn’t know the extent of it. you’re recalling some of your experiences — maybe a specific event, maybe just an overview — and he’s humming and nodding while listening to your words, his brows knitting together in a pitying expression. you think he’s pitying you anyway, you’re kind of avoiding his eyes as you speak.

your voice starts shaking after a moment and you’re internally cursing yourself for tearing up because why are you still so affected by the actions of your father? you pause for a second, swallowing against the lump in your throat and it’s so humiliating to fall apart in front of your boyfriend like this and—

and shota places a hand over yours. his hand is rough and calloused from hero work but so warm. he’s gazing wistfully at where your skin meets, his thumb so gently grazing over your knuckles before giving your hand a small squeeze. “i’m so sorry that happened to you, baby. you didn’t deserve that.” oh and his words are just barely there, but they ring louder than what anyone has ever told you in response to your past.

your eyes meet his after he speaks. you want to snap back out of some deep seated need to defend yourself (to make yourself seem less vulnerable, less pathetic, perhaps). of course you didn’t deserve what happened to you, that’s a dumb thing to point out. that’s what you’re about to say when your lips part, but only a small, shuddering breath leaves you.

you don’t even notice the tears rolling down your cheeks until shota brings up a warm hand to wipe them away, his body leaning closer to yours to press his lips against your forehead. you want to curse at him, to push him away and storm off for even daring to see you in this state… but you don’t.

instead you wrap your arms around his middle and hide your face in his neck (shame, maybe?) and cry. you’re not sobbing, but you can’t help the hiccuped breaths that leave you when his hand slips under the hem of your shirt to run his warm palm up and down your back. he doesn’t say anything after that.

best friend touya finding out you don't watch porn because you've never found anything you liked.

he asks if he can send you links, show you what's out there from a trusted source. you've always low-key had a thing for him, so you agree, even though a part of you knows there's no coming back to normal friendship after this.

the links start out tame, almost sweet. you've seen porn like it before, the basic shit that looks like a couple made a home movie. it’s not that you find it unappealing; you simply feel nothing watching two strangers fuck like they’re in love.

you send a thumbs-down reaction to the messages.

touya texts back: well shit

a flurry of links blow up your phone and you don’t get the strategy until you find one, buried in the middle, that reads: fucking my best friend so hard he cries

with your heart in your throat, you thumbs-up the message.

touya replies immediately.

omw

him looking up at you with low lids and little hearts in his eyes while his nose is pressed to your cunt

mdni!! :p

oh this is so self indulgent….. anyways chat how do we feel abt chubby chaser!satoru

“satoru, what are you doing?” you turn to look at him, sending him a confused look from over your shoulder. he simply shrugged in response, kissing the back of your shoulder. “checking somethin’…” he murmured, his hands continuing their movements underneath your shirt.

he had been doing this for the past few minutes, groping at specific parts of your body for a moment before quickly moving to another spot. it wasn’t strange for him to have his hands on you — hell, it was strange if he didn’t — but the rapid movement is what confused you.

you simply sighed and let him be when he didn’t explain further, leaving him to his own devices for the next couple of minutes. “baby look, i figured it out.” you barely even got the chance to open your mouth and ask before his hands were trailing under the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“look, i grab here-” he gripped your upper thigh, his fingers pressing into the soft fat. “for thighjobs. here-” your hip. “when i fuck you from the back, anddd-” he moved his hand out of your pants, sliding it underneath the hem of your shirt to grab at your boob. “here for spooning. you have a spot for my hands no matter what position we’re in.” you could feel him smiling against the back of your shoulder, seemingly proud of his discovery.

you stood silent, your face burning at his words. he rested his chin on your shoulder with a pout when you didn’t say anything “heyyy, you should be proud of my findings! i did a lot of research.” he turned his head, his cheek squishing against your shoulder as he let out a huff.

he was quiet for a while, not moving until you felt his hand trailing along the underside of your thigh. he gripped at the soft flesh, four of his fingers indenting into your inner thigh. “maybe we should see what position makes my hands fit here, yeah?” oh god.

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

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Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

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DONE W THE FRIENDS LIST POST YAYYYYY

Suguru is seductive.

Not meaning effortlessly attractive, –while that is true– meaning that unlike other men who throw themselves at you, expecting you to comply, almost demanding it, Suguru tries to swoop you off your feet and drop you onto his bed. He doesn't care to be subtle. In fact, he wants you to see all the effort he puts in. His intentions are loud and clear.

The Egyptian musk incense burning away, the pheromone perfume, his hair fully let down and a little messy just the way he knows you like it, and his traditional robes looser than usual, slightly hanging off his exposed shoulders.

His voice is silkier than usual, taking on a more purring tone. He's more soft-spoken than usual when he greets you.

"Welcome home, honey. I missed you terribly "

Suguru is by your side before you know it. Helps you take off your coat before touching you more intimately. He rests his hand on your cheek, his thumb gently teases your lower lip.

"What took you so long, dearest?"

Gentle as always, his thumb moves to the side to contour your jaw, smoothly sliding down the dip of your neck to trace your jugular vein. Such a tease

He puts you in a trance everytime he gets like this, your beautiful beautiful man. With his hands and eyes solely on you, its hard not to feel like the center of the universe, not when his eyes seem to harbor the answers to all of its secrets.

So you stand there in his gentle hands, basking in your sensual partner's attention, feeling safe and yet afloat. One of the many things that set Suguru apart from other men was his ability to balance between excitement and comfort. He was perfect, he was an addiction.

And he is yours.

The finger he slides down your collar bone and halts its journey at your chest feels like a feather light touch, –So on brand for him– yet its enough to make your breath hitch, and release butterflies loose to roam free in your stomach. Suguru loves when you get like this. When you relax and let your guard down, he loves it when you go borderline limp in his arms. He loves feeling special to you. It means the world.

You being responsive to suguru's advances means the world to hi. And that's all the go-ahead he needs to never stop trying, to do his best to woo you, make you swoon, to work hard and keep you with him, and keep the spark between you going. It feels to him like he had found the formula to your heart, –And in a way he has, who wouldn't feel flattered?– so he will continue to deliver his message of –I care, i will always care for you, no matter how much time passes– and prove his love with whatever means necessary.

reblog & tag how old you were in 2006

maybe i’ll catch up w mha……….

IT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN I EXPECTED

i have like. 4 smut drafts staring at me rn. all for jjk. hm…….. ANYWAYS i’m posting a lil sugu imagine later today that i just wrote teehee