#I wish you nothing but the best in every pursuit you follow

[sandsorghum]

Clouds & Curtains

husband!Nanami x wife!reader

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summary. Perhaps Nanami's approach to...rousing you in the mornings has changed over the years.

tags. Established relationship, Domestic bliss | Romance | Smut | Body (& Soul)Worship | Mentions of Nanami wanting to be a father

a/n: Super soft, super indulgent piece. Have your cake and eat it nanami girlies. Sometimes i just need to write him a love letter ok

Prologue

Back when you'd just begun to be intimate with each other, Nanami tended to be a little embarrassed about his subconscious (but hardly subtle) desires for you. He would rather suffer his internal, infernal dilemma than disrupt your rest. But he couldn't quite control his urges, squirming between decency and depravity, not when you'd rub up against him, so innocuous and merciless.

It was a hard habit to shake; how Nanami felt he ought to earn your every quiver against him, every whimper, however much he yearned to feel you tremble at his moans at any given moment. It was codified in him, there was a time and a place and patterns to follow, before he could permit himself the pursuit of your shared pleasures.

Of course, you'd unveil him in the evenings, the privilege of your touch stripping bare the prerogatives of his flesh. You unraveled him, his reticence, his reasoning, his very capacity for speech, by braiding your breath and fingers with his, in the friction-begetting-friction tangle of your lips and limbs together.

Yet he still thinks of these mornings, that find the two of you entwined, as an undeserved luxury. So Nanami would do his best instead to focus on your face, how sweet your peaceful expression was. It would be wicked of him not to cherish this, he'd chastise himself for wanting more, for wanting to drown in your adoring gaze, for wanting to return it with his own hungry one, body and spirit beggared by the night, by the hours not spent beheld by you.

Nanami assumed the beauty and tenderness of your countenance would quell, or could sate his appetites, would tame the primal stirrings in his belly. But nothing could be further from the truth, in fact they had the opposite, compounding effect; a lump in his throat would rise, and his desperation would thicken till he could only helplessly rut his hips against you.

And then your eyelids would flutter open, and in the crease of your knowing smile, all his definitions, his distinctions, all that distance between need and greed would collapse with a single kiss.

Years later, and your husband is so absolutely shameless about his...early head starts to the day. He pulls you into him, snug against the cleft of your ass cheeks, content to let your scent and radiance seep through the thin fabric and warm him in a way the sun, in its reluctance behind the clouds and curtains, can never hope to.

He stares at the petulance drooping off the petals of your lips, rose bud coiled tight before daybreak can coax it to unfurl for strobes of gold. Nanami is a patient man, too patient you've often thought, yet you feel his phantom touch, a tender sweep of your mouth, a zephyr whispering in the wings, billowing brocade and swelling muslin, ghost pulling you through the gauze of sleep.

You shift against Nanami to hear him sigh your name, soft and distant, thick with slumber and affection and it's this which rouses you more, not merely his growing rigidity pressed to the curves of you. Although, it helps, feeling every inch of his hunger like this, in a slow swirl and pinch at your waist, the gentlest rocking as your breasts are cradled in his palms, familiar persuasion pebbling your areola. You know he dreams of them swollen with milk, that all your memories of his teeth are girded by the desire for them to be suckled by the most innocent of mouths, baring only gums and tiny wails. Your nubs stiffen and a small smile stretches across your face at the thought that with his wish to grow a family fulfilled, he might find also a small regret, of his monopoly of your mounds contested by another, to whom he owes the genesis of your body's generosity, that sweet fullness dribbling, stolen, into your husband's mouth, enticing in its envy.

This prospect of hypocrisy is to be savoured for another day, far down the road. This morning brings neither hesitation nor urgency, all syrupy light and his maple gaze, the languor of his limbs splayed around you to be treasured just as much as the gradual grind of his cock. There's a certain smugness in its slowness, as with the self-assuredness of his thumb circling a bare sliver of your skin.

A familiar motion that stirs a memory, fuchsia-tinted for the both of you. You remember your then boyfriend stammering and scarlet-tipped, matched to the rosy tips of his ears, excuses lost in the shuffle of sheets and stutter of hips.

"I-it's just-just the t-temp-ah-temperatuur," he'd slurred, the excuse as thin and transparent as the sticky film he laved across your throat, dangerously growing gossamer and feebler with every twitch and each strong buck against your body.

"Mmhmm," you'd hum, carnal ache turning you conciliatory. Such complacency. You had been the one to smirk back then, canines gleaming coy, as you offered ruin in the guise of reprieve.

"Want me to warm you up, darling?" Hands already reaching for him, mind already marveling before your fingers could be reacquainted with their hubris, his girth.

"P-please, anythin-nghing" he'd panted, all wide-eyed desperation to be devoured, sweet thing.

You'd been such a fool.

To not know not greed was a two-way street, this ravenous osmosis, this vicious ouroborous.

You think perhaps, in fact, you got the worse end of the deal, trembling against your spouse now, thighs clamped together.

"My dear," Nanami hums, a teasing timbre dripping honey as he sinks his fingers in, "always so ready for me."

You squirm, eyes screwed shut and fisting the sheets, trying to grasp the pale image of the boy who'd once writhed and blushed beneath you, a spectre all but vanquished. You miss him, sometimes.

You arch your back into Nanami, the way you know he's addicted to, just to hear him groan your name, ragged with the dregs of self-restraint or slumber, you're not sure which, but it's a close enough echo to send pleasure juddering through you, the recollection churning hot in your gut, of when he was wrapped around your finger, instead of your cunt around his.

"Sweetheart."

The tenderness of his tone pries your lids open. He doesn't have to ask, doesn't have to say anything but he does, because he knows you are too stubborn to ask for what you need to hear.

"My love."

He claims your gasp, in the crush and curl of his mouth, in the crook of his fingers.

"My girl."

Another smattering of kisses, chasing the flutters of your belly down, down, down to your creases weeping nectar. He licks a whine from you, pitching high into the air, his husky moan vibrating within you.

"My wife."

You feel the hot gust of Nanami's breath over your clit, as he pauses.

"My wife."

There's a reverence as he repeats himself, pathetic attempts to vanquish his disbelief, wonder glistening in his gold-flecked irises, staring at you in awe, searching for proof this isn't some frenzied fever dream of his.Of course, he finds it in your own unwavering eyes.

You've been such a fool.

There, in the locked gaze your shared history glimmers, that shy boy paralyzed by his worship of you, prostrate as the man before your parted legs now, offering his soul, his past, his future.

You reach for him, and he surges upwards. The collision is wave returning and rising from oceans, over and over, is starburst, is incandescence, is the fission of atoms never, ever meant to be split.

It burns away all notions of him as your acolyte or priest, any concept of deity and devotee.

"My life," he breathes into you, and you feel the throb in your ribs, the furnace of his lungs.

"My life," you repeat to your husband.

Adam. Prometheus. Kento.

This morning and many after, he lavishes you with irreverence, a ravishing of irrelevance; his goddess, his woman, his joy -all that matters is that you are his and he is yours; Together, you forge a paradise that exists for as long as the melding of your souls persist, boundless as horizons and sure as sunrises.

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[honeycrispappletree]

ivy // hajime iwaizumi ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

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part 5: ivy

by: frank ocean

Yn quietly listened to the city talk as she exhaled her worries through smoke. Her fire escape slightly creaked everytime she took a drag. Playing with the cigeratte in her fingers, she closed her eyes and tried to escape her own head. She should be happy, she’s getting everything she’s ever wanted. She’s excited, truly, but she can’t fully let herself feel good. She can’t shake the off feeling inside of her, that there’s something wrong.

Her eyes snap open to the screaming of metal clashing. She turns her head to Iwaizumi, climbing out of the window of the apartment onto the fire escape next to her.

‘Hey’ he starts, sitting down and leaning against the building wall.

She greets him back, and it’s silent for a few moments. One thing that yn loves about being with Iwaizumi is that they can sit in the quiet and it won’t get uncomfortable. Sometimes they don’t need to say a single thing to eachother, they can just breathe.

It’s different this time. The silence is heavy. In a normal situation, Iwaizumi would have brought up yn smoking immediately. He doesn’t though, and it doesn’t go unnoticed to her. She wishes he’d take it away from her, cup her face gently and tell her to stop. Look into her eyes like he loves her. But they continue to sit without a word. There’s something unspoken between them that’s making every moment of quiet more unbearable. Iwaizumi breaks it first.

‘There’s something I want to talk to you about,’ Iwaizumi reveals. He keeps his attention on his sneakers.

‘What?’ She responds gently, keeping her attention on her cigeratte.

‘There’s just something i’ve been thinking about for awhile, and I don’t know how to say it. I just…’ He sighs as he struggles to find the words.

‘You don’t have to dance around it, Haji.’

He whips his head to look at her. He’s met with her side profile, exhaling smoke through her pursed lips. He furrows his brows in confusion, did she know what he was gonna say? Like she could sense his uncertainty, she put out her cigeratte and turned to face him.

‘We both like eachother.’

I thought that I was dreamin’ , when you said you loved me

Iwaizumi’s eyes go wide. He doesn’t really believe she just said that.

‘Yn-‘ is all he’s able to get out,

‘Don’t deny it. Please don’t deny it.’ she pleads, searching his eyes for any sort of reaction.

‘I’m not denying it’ He whispers, like everything might shatter if he says it any louder.

the start of nothing, I had no chance to prepare I couldn’t see you coming

She speaks in a lower tone now, ‘Friends don’t act the way we do’.

Iwaizumi doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what to say. He mentally yells at himself. He never knows what to fucking say. It’s like he’s drowning in his own head.

it started from nothing ooh, I could hate you now

‘Everything’s changing. I’m starting to get serious about life.’ Her eyes continue to search his, but it feels like there’s nothing behind them. ‘I don’t want to regret anything. I want you to be apart of it.’

‘I am apart of it’ he affirms softly.

‘Not like this’

He returns his gaze to his sneakers. This is everything he’s ever wanted. To be with her. For her to feel the same way. This might be the best moment of his life. He could almost smile.

‘I can’t’

The fire escape screams.

it’s quite alright to hate me now

‘What?’ She doesn’t understand.

when we both know that deep down

He shakes his head and repeats himself, ‘I can’t.’

Her eyes narrow and her tone makes a 180, ‘What the fuck do you mean?’

‘I can’t be on a billboard. I can’t be in articles. I can’t do everything that you‘ve been dreaming about your whole life.’ He pushes himself up and paces to the other end of the fire escape.

the feeling still deep down, it’s good

‘You’re not making any sense’ she says as she follows pursuit, pushing herself to stand up. He turns around to face her. The lights of the city illuminate behind him.

If I could see through walls I could see you faking

‘You have a destination. You’re going somewhere. You have someone to be’, he explains, ‘I don’t have anyone to be. I’ll hold you back. You can’t be who you want to be if i’m around.’

If you could see my thoughts you would see our faces

‘And you get to decide that for me?’

‘You’ll see it down the road, or you can see it now’

Safe in my rental like an armored truck back then, we didn’t give a fuck back then

He feels like he can’t breathe. Her face of pure confusion has turned into a face of pure hatred. She’s never looked at him that way before.

‘So it’s you or being famous?’ She scoffs at the ultimatum.

‘That’s not what i’m saying-‘

‘That’s EXACTLY what you’re saying, Iwaizumi’ She sneers.

His face flickers with hurt at the change of name. He closes his eyes as he tries to find the words,

‘I want you to be happy, yn’. He looks at her with his whole heart.

I ain’t a kid no more

Her face returns to a blank slate, like she doesn’t feel anything at all. She won’t let him see her cry.

‘I will be’ she says softly, like it was a challenge.

we’ll never be those kids again

Before he can say anything else, she climbs back into the apartment. He slides his forehead into the palms of his hands. The front door slams.

we’d drive to syds we had X6 back then, back then no matter what I did my waves wouldn’t dip back then

Iwaizumi stays entirely still for a few moments. He fixes his expression to nothing before slowly making his way back inside. He breathes in and out deeply as he goes to the kitchen to brew himself a pot of coffee. He listens to the rigid spinning of the ceiling fan as he watches the coffee drip. He pours himself a cup. Wrapping his hands around the mug, he flinches at the temperature. He stares into his own distorted reflection in the liquid. He gently takes a sip, breathing in and out deeply once more.

everything sucked back then

And in the flash of a moment, his hand is burned, ceramic shards scatter the kitchen floor, and there's a mug shaped hole in the cabinet door behind him.

we were friends

more!

iwaizumi hates having his photo taken

HE THOUGHTTT IT WAS GONNA BE NICHE HE GOT STRESSED OUTTTTTT

kuroo knows if yn and Iwa got together it would ruin the band so hes against it

he was right

iwaizumi WAS gonna tell yn he was probably quitting the band but she thought he was confessing

embarrassing

kageyama heard EVERYTHING

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edit: half the tags didn’t work the first time idk why sorry!! i think it’s good now

a/n: fuck grammar dont talk to me I KNOWW ITS SOOO BADD everytime i read it i find a mistake i just give up. listen to ivy by frank ocean while u read it will make the vision. guys this took me so long for what. theyre so tragic. also when he throws the mug like hes facing one side of the kitchen and he turns and throws it into the cabinet that WAS behind him idk if that made sense

[bluemoondust]

Hi there! Your writing is like, SUPER good, man. It’s so in-character! Anyways, could I have some general headcanons for yandere Azul Ashengrotto? Thank youuu!!

Hello there! I'm so glad you enjoy my writing and it's aksjkwkwj— just so nice to hear that things are in character since I try my best in that aspect

ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝ I hope you enjoy these headcanons! Also, ack, I'm going back to this template (?) of questions for general headcanons because I do lowkey follow them when writing these sort of headcanons.

✧General Yandere Headcanons✧ — Azul Ashengrotto

Warning(s): Obsessive/Clingy Behavior, Manipulation (Gaslighting, Guilt Tripping), Hints of Self Deprecation/Self Esteem Issues (on Azul's end), Mentions of Unhealthy Lifestyle (Lack of Sleep/Eating—on Azul's end)

What yandere type are they?

There's a bit to unpack when it comes to Azul. A lot of factors that can play into the type of yandere he is and how he proceeds as a yandere (as well as in his pursuit towards you). However, to give some types, I'd say he is a manipulative, obsessive, and clingy yandere. There was the thought of maybe him being a possessive yandere, but I see him more obsessive than such. Still, let it be known that despite that, there are possessive traits that form because of Azul's obsession towards you.

Like any other obsessive yandere, Azul craves to know ever single detail about you, no matter how miniscule. You see, not only will this serve to get closer but also will become a benefit in the future in exploitation. Knowing about your deepest secrets and insecurities is handy in order to know how to properly treat you as Azul wins your favor through such information. However, that same knowledge can be used against you since now he is aware of your weaknesses to which he can utilize to his advantage. Plus your secrets are the perfect blackmail material in case anything...gets a little out of hand or you (who should know better) tries to leave. Hell, it doesn't even matter the type of secret it is. If it was just something that you would try to brush off in front of him, then why was it a secret in the first place? Why was it something you wish to be hidden? Even with all this, Azul just really wants every piece of information on you like it was another part of his collection. Some might believe it's not worth much, but it is extremely valuable in his eyes.

Knowing the type of person Azul is, it's no surprise that he is someone who would manipulate his darling. He won't admit it at first, but some of his tactics are a form of remaining in control. Since one thing is clear about him is that he absolutely despises not having control of his life. He doesn't let things such as fate nor luck determine his life; he does. Relying on odds is foolish because the only way you can get the things you want in life is through work and dedication. And dedicated he is. Azul's go-to methods of manipulation are gaslighting and guilt tripping. He is a man of honey coated words, but boy does he know how to twist and turn the words of others. Nothing gets past his ears as he picks up on the slightest chance of a a slip up on your or anyone's part. This is why it's important to watch what you say or else Azul will use that against you in the future. Plus, he can just tug at your heart strings if you're an empathetic person. Why would you deny anyone help anyways? Aren't you a good person like he believes you are?

On the topic of how clingy Azul can be, it won't show immediately. You'd have to push him to the brink of desperation to see that side of him. Still, he is someone who craves your attention and affections tremendously due to the troubles of his youth. Being ostracized as a child really took a toll on him so of course it'd affect how he views the world and relationships. The signs of you abandoning him can send Azul in a frenzy as he tries harder to keep you around. If you're smart enough and discover this fear of his, then you can exploit it (but bare in mind that you're still against someone who has some insane dedication and resolve). Also...it won't be pretty if he realizes what you're doing.

How did they fall for their darling?

Azul is one of those characters who will fall for you first and then fall harder as time goes on. Maybe his charms caught your interest, but oh boy did your personality snare him up like a net. Unbelievable. It amuses him in the beginning as he tries to brush off this feeling he's having. You just caught his eye, that's all. Azul will just keep tabs on you until this interest passes.

The more you surprise him and keep living in his mind rent free, the more Azul can't help but want to see more of you. He just can't believe it...how did he manage to fumble like this? There must be an answer. So he tries to spend time with you, make conversation to pick up on your traits. Just to see what makes you tick. It'll come in handy for him later when he wants to turn the cogs a certain way in his image. Not too much, mind you. Just enough to ensure everything goes well. I mean, he fell for who you truly are, so why damage that beyond repair? If a clock stops ticking when it is broken, then how can either of you move forward in life?

Are they aware of their unhealthy behavior?

Yeah, he is. Azul just pretends not to see it fully. If he is okay with guilt tripping and manipulating others to get what he wants, I don't see why he would be bothered by the measures he's taking for you. Anything can be on the table if it means he'll get one step closer to what he's pursuing.

Sure, he'll be taken aback by his unhealthy obsession with you at first. Maybe even contemplate and question the reasons. However...not on what you may be thinking of. Azul is more focused on how you managed to put him in such a state like this. He wonders if you're aware of what you're doing and if this is all a ploy against him. Are you trying to get something out of him through your own charms? It's certainly affective but...he can't help but be astonished by your tactics. It's like this is all effortless to you.

When he finds out that, no, you're not actually doing what he believes you're doing, this man ponders even more. The reasons how he even figured it out is because of his time spent with you to further observe your behavior. He's alone with his thoughts when it finally hits him. It's all him. Azul needs some time to come to terms with this before he takes the whole thing in stride. No matter, now that he knows, everything can run smoothly again! He just needs to conjure up the right approaches in order to keep you by his side. In general, I don't even think Azul would really care if this was healthy or not. There is someone who actually is willing to stick by his side and get to know him outside of who he is in front of others. He is not letting this golden opportunity go to waste nor is he passing up the chance of being loved by someone like you.

How do they act around their darling? Are they subtle or obvious?

Extremely subtle unless you're extremely perceptive. You might just believe he wants something out of you whenever he hangs around you on his own time. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch/assumption to believe that, given the type of person Azul is. What you might not expect is his true reason for spending time with you. Well, yeah, it's to get information out of you but not the information you're thinking of. Personal stuff yes but it's only for him and his uses. He doesn't care about the trivial things that revolve around you such as your friends...but knowing who they are would be taken as a precaution. Or to use as pawns for any schemes he has in that head of his.

If he senses that you're distrustful of him, he quickly shuts down your worries with honey coated words. Why would he, Azul, take advantage of your trust? Is it wrong to simply wish for the time to get to know you? It's harmless curiosity, that's all. You should be quite interested knowing that you've caught Azul's eye in the first place. Usually everyone comes to him for something, not the other way around. Which is something very important in this whole thing. Despite him going above and beyond to learn about you, Azul wants you to come to him in the end. He wants you to give in and accept him fully. Tell him that you've come to a conclusion after being around him so much. If you keep playing hard to get...Azul's wits will eventually reach it's end.

Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?

Azul tells himself he isn't jealous. He seems like he's never jealous. His demeanor never shows that he is jealous. However, his heart is full of envy towards those you're close with. Azul would not allow himself to be this vulnerable with his feelings, but it pains to see them getting everything he desires. Your attention, care, and smile. Your everything. The part of him that has never left him—the insecure boy who was ignored and pushed to the side—yearns to have all that. Practically craves it.

He pushes down the jealousy whenever you're around and forces himself to feel fine. Though, it doesn't change the fact that it eats away at him every second he watches. What do they have that he doesn't? He can give you anything you'd like and they certainly do not hold a candle to his skills and intellect. Azul's insecurities will eventually crawl back to chip at his self esteem if his methods aren't getting him any closer to you. The thing he's been mastering for years and yet that is not enough? If that is the case, what else is there? Is he not enough for you?

It's those questions that run through his mind when left alone. Azul can pretend all he wants that none of this get under his skin. Act like nothing is wrong while by your side. You'd never know how deep you cut into his heart when you still refuse to accept him. Oh, but you'll know eventually. He just...needs more time. Another angle to look at this from. He can't just give up when he's come this far. You are just making this more difficult, but Azul can take the challenge.

How much of a danger are they? To darling? To others? To themselves?

In some aspects, Azul is more of a danger to others and himself than he is towards you. How much of a danger he is really depends. At his lowest (not counting the chance of an overblot because that is enough of a danger as is), he gets reckless and desperate. You would actually see the full lengths this man will take to try to win you over or just fix any problem in the equation. It is a point you don't want him to reach because that's where he'll be a threat to himself as well. Still, at a normal standpoint, he's a 4/10 in danger level. Pretty tame and uses manipulation tactics to get his way and push unwanted people to the side. Azul having the tweels involved cranks it up to a 5 or 6/10 for obvious reasons. He isn't really that intimidating in terms of physical appearance (and in some cases,  prowess) but he makes up for it with his intellect. A truly terrifying weapon he can utilize without doing too much.

Towards his darling, not much of a threat again for the mentioned reasons above. Your social life and status may be in danger but that's generally it. Even if that is the only threat he poses, it still hurts when you're questioning/doubting your own choices and feeling like life is against you. All because of him. The world is against you so the only solution is to seek him out. Azul would be such the benevolent person he claims to be as he listens to your woes. The world certainly is awful, isn't it? To abandon a person such as yourself without a second glance. He knows how that feels.

In regards to himself, it's the insecurities that'll bring harm to Azul. He doesn't openly show his jealousy, as mentioned before but he certainly is still affected by everything going on. The actions he takes will show you. He pushes himself further. Azul can be a man who is determined to a terrifying degree, shocking those who witness it firsthand. One plan doesn't work. Oh well, he can think of something else. There's a goal he is after and he will not step off the path to achieve it. No matter the obstacles placed in front of him. You're no different.

He will lose sleep and skip meals. Not just to get closer to having you within his grasp, but...because of his self esteem. Azul listens and takes into account your likes and dislikes. He keeps them in mind as they repeat over and over like a broken record. The same goes with your ideal person. As much as Azul tells himself that he is fit to be your significant other, a part of him doubts that. That part is what pushes him to be better. There are some aspects that he won't change, of course, about himself. He will just fix the...undesirable aspects. Either it be his physique, eating habits, or his form, he'll make quick work of it. He already was trying to in the first place but now he has more motivation.

How far are they willing to go for their darling?

A good amount, but I will say that murdering anyways isn't something he'd do. Unless he's in his overblot form or his buttons are severely pushed. Still, theres a lot he would do in your name as written above. His lifestyle will suffer a good amount as well as his composure (which might eventually lead to a breakdown). Heck, even his mental health might suffer too.

Azul is going to monopolize your time whether it's because he guilt tripped you into it or he tricked you into owing him a favor. There will always be a reason why and he will make sure of it. Plus, as mentioned before, he will damage your social life in whatever way he can. This is why you have to be careful with what you share with him. Azul knows that he has a way with talking to people; lulling them into a false sense of security or deceiving them with his words of absoluteness. Whatever you tell him will be used to his advantage, especially in order to get rid of the obstacles that are your friends or family. Maybe you vented out your frustrations about a friend and he twisted your words...now that person refuses to speak with you. Some friend, huh?

Are they selfish or selfless?

Very selfish. Azul is torn though as one side doesn't think he deserves you but the other believes he has every right to have this one thing in life. He has struggled in life to get where he is now. Even with the love of his family in his youth, Azul still feels the absence of belonging when it comes to peers. Everyone is in it for themselves. No one is truly genuine as they, give and leave. Sometimes Azul likes to think that maybe he has made friends even if things didn't start off that way. Maybe they have decided that he is worth sticking around for. That they...value his company.

That is why he can't risk having you reject him nor take what you want and leave. If you won't stay because you care, then you can't leave due to being in debt to him. This is one of the only ways he can come up with to prevent you from discarding him like trash. So he gives into his selfish desires, because he deserves to have all this. To have you. You don't understand how much pain and work he had to go through for all this. It's all for you, so that should amount to something, right? No efforts will be left in vain.

[matchibee]

Say My Name

short but I intend on adding more. this is more of an intro, if anything. an idea that's been stuck in my head and refusing to leave.

"Hey! Wait up!"

Gojo's voice pierced your eardrums, invading every sense of reason permeating through your mind. It was meant to be a simple day, spending time training with your students, teaching them feats you'd wished you'd learned in your youth -- Gojo unfortunately one of your previous classmates, the pair of you attached to the hip following such trying times.

Well, he was attached to your hip. You simply carried forward, doing your best to break free of his infatuation, to push unprofessional thoughts aside in the pursuit of your career.

"Gojo." You spoke his surname with a huff of breath, closing your book shut, looking up at him with an impassive expression. "I didn't realize you'd be back so soon."

In truth you felt relief was over you, the impossible thoughts that plagued your mind in the dead of the night leaving you awake with anxiety. He had a tendency to forego contact when on a mission, entirely MIA despite any effort of reaching out. Eventually, you'd had to come to terms with the fact he wouldn't return your texts and calls until he'd concluded his task.

It only made your anxiety worse.

He embraced you around your shoulders, squeezing tightly. "You know it's impossible for me to stay away from you for long. How can I leave my darling friend to lie awake in our bed? I can only imagine the torment you must feel when I'm away!"

You roll your eyes at his words, pressing the hardcover of your book against his chest, creating a distance between the two of you. "Our rooms are separate."

"I can change that."

You pushed him away with an immense amount of force, his body fumbling beneath your touch.

He always allowed his infinity to falter around you, craving your touch. To feel you in your entirety, nothing to disrupt your warmth. It didn't matter how fleeting the touch; how long it remained was not a matter for him.

What mattered was that it was you.

"Gojo, I really can't talk right now." You huffed, looking down at your watch, cringing at the time. As it was you were already on track to be late, and with your friend's most recent interruption, it wouldn't be long until that was set in stone. "I promised the First-Years I'd train them, you know how Itadori gets when--"

"Why do you call me that?"

Gojo's lips were a pouty mess, shimmering with that gloss you knew for a fact he'd slather on his lips when nobody was looking.

"Call you what?"

"Gojo. Why do you call me Gojo?"

"That's your name."

By now he'd given you infinite permissions to forego his surname, to call him by that which was given. Satoru. Forever and always your Satoru, a fact he knew in his heart, even if memories previous to you would flood his mind in the dead of the night.

"Not to you." Gojo tutted, snatching your book from between your fingers, holding it high above his head. "You know what you have to say if you want this back."

You crossed your arms over your chest. "I don't have time for this."

"That's not what you said last night." He lifted his bandana, iceberg eye closing into a wink.

"Last night you weren't even here!"

There were moments where you couldn't help if Gojo's words made your heart skip a beat, if you imagined him with his arms wrapped around you in the late hours of the night, praying the mornings wouldn't strip him away from you for yet another mission. In such little time you'd lost so much, forced to grieve friends you believed would persist alongside you to this day.

Geto was supposed to be a teacher alongside you, but he'd lost his way, and in the process you lost everything you'd ever loved -- a friendship forged in admiration, undying love flowing from each and every one of you. Shoko had become distant, and you couldn't blame her, though you did your best to remind her through thick and thin you'd still remain.

Gojo was more complicated, more vocal in his efforts. For all he was worth you could only see what he lacked. What he lacked was the spark he had in Geto's presence, that affinity for life lost alongside his best friend.

It wasn't fair.

You couldn't lose him too, couldn't stand to watch another person you love lost to their mind, lost to death. You'd buried too many friends for one lifetime, that which remained would stay as it was in an effort to conserve its integrity.

"Y'know," Gojo's voice dipped into a whisper, book slowly faltering from its position above his head. "Everything I've ever said, all the things I've done..."

You snapped your fingers, clicking your tongue. "Gojo, stop."

"Satoru."

"There can't be anything between us, not the way you want it to be."

"You always say this," You could tell Gojo was approaching a breaking point. Soon the force you pushed up against him, that impossible wall you built, would have to crumble or risk crumbling him. "But you've never given me a proper explanation as to why."

"You know why." In the midst of his vulnerability you'd taken the opportunity to snatch your book from between his fingers, holding it close to you as you tried to push the sensation of fingers brushing out of your mind.

You pushed away how badly you yearned for more.

"I know you're scared," Gojo's voice cracked as though his mind and body had fought for the right to speak, lost in his delusion. "You've made that much clear. But you don't have to be, not with me! I'm the strongest, you have nothing to fear."

You shook your head, brushing stray hairs from in front of your face, entirely exhausted from just a moment's interaction. "It's inappropriate for us to even dance the line of the idea that we could..." Your voice trailed off, Gojo quick to finish your sentence, to appear in front of you in his majesty, palms clasped around your wrists.

"That we could be together?"

You pulled away, shaking your head, the thoughts that ran rampant within them. Your heart was beating a million miles a second, threatening to burst within your chest, and your stomach burned with butterflies fluttering to their own beat.

"You're just a friend, Gojo. You've always been a friend, the best friend."

"That's not enough for me."

"There's nothing I can do to change that."

[ultraericthered]

So I just recently watched this confused little movie in full again.

And I have to say, shocker of shockers, Doug Walker got it wrong yet again. Aside from his typical lack of research on the development of this film (I don't think the "one character from each animated canon movie" project that was concieved for the potential 50th film back in the 2000s had anything to do with this and its correlation with the 100th year, as this was a project concieved in 2018, when it wasn't certain that it would be rolled out in 2023 five years later) and his typical hypocrisy of not giving it the "it's fine" pass that he gave the similarly middling quality Super Mario Bros Movie, his venomous lambasting of the film as being the worst Disney film because it's "nothing", thus capping off 100 years of history and creations with "nothing", is just dead wrong. If anything, the problem with Wish is exactly the opposite: it's got more than one "something" going on for it and gets perpetually tugged at and torn in all those directions.

The movie clearly began as merely a way to tell an all-new Disney original fairy tale that ties back to the old "When You WIsh Upon A Star" theme, but the 2023 deadline turned that into a celebratory milestone feature alongside the animation studio's own supplemental celebratory feature for that same milestone, Once Upon A Studio. But then the big corporate side of the Walt Disney Company, the side of Bob Chapek and Bob Iger, put its heel down on the production and tampered with the shape the film was taking in order to ensure it checked off every possible box of some arbritary Disney Formula checklist and include all the homages, references and cameos they wanted in it so that it could serve as the corporate celebration of Disney too.

But this isn't the only identity crisis it got hit with, for Wish presents itself as clearly a kiddie-oriented flick, trying to be something that whole families can watch together and enjoy well enough on the most basic, casual level, but particularly geared towards the little ones in the audience, to be for them what the Disney animated fairy tales of old were for Disney fans who are old timers today: the throwback is all too calculated and deliberate. And yet it tries to do this on the back of a premise that is rife with complex ideas, spiritual subtext, vague and sometimes contradictory rules that dictate the worldbuilding, and heavy themes like a self-made monarchy that has corroded the society of its citizenry into a cult following that puts all faith and trust in the royals to manage the most important parts of their lives and very selves for them not realizing or caring that they're being befrauded and restrained from the pursuit of self actualization and the realization of their own visions, how placing too much trust in one solitary other person with power over something that is your inalienable right not to be marked as anyone else's possession in the blind hope of a magic solution to all the obstacles in your life is unwise and unfulfilling when you could instead try to realize your heart's deepest desires yourself through your own utilization of other means, and when even the best intentions of a civilization's leadership gives way to oppressive, harmful practices, betrayal of committed responsibilities, and destructive corruption that seeks gratification and elevation of the self through the subjugation and dissipirtment of others. This is unfortunately on brand for Jennifer Lee and Chris Buck, who similarly set up themes and ideas and even ethical dilemmas with potential dramatic weight in Frozen II only to have the film get cold feet (ha ha) and not go all the way with them because being a markettable Disney fairy tale for kids took priority.

And then lastly you get the whiplash duality that I as a viewer has to experience, where my mind is always wandering to what I wish (HA HA) this movie had been but also trying not to veer too off track from engaging with what the movie actually is, with the most bothersome part being that while I can get some decent, wholesome, all around solid entertainment from the movie as is (King Magnifico's scenes are always the most captivating and show-stealing parts), it also keeps showing me so many areas where even this finished product could have been significantly improved, which is especially true of the film's erractic pacing. The story slowing down a bit and allowing some of its scenes the breathing room they needed to really get the most out of them so that they sit better with the audience would've done wonders for the viewing experience. Expand more on backstories and axe the go-nowhere bits, have Asha be a ball of anxiety who’s not accustomed to having to extrovert so much, make Gabo less of a douche, make King Magnifico more of a douche, make Queen Amaya more morally gray and give her character arc the details to make it sensible and convincing, do similarly with Dahlia, give Star more clear communication bits, give Valentino much less to say, etc. That way even without the darker edges, the evil power couple, the Star Boy and semi-romance, the film is still a strong enough version of what it needed to be for a young audience.

Wish is ultimately an alright Disney film, definitely not the worst they’ve done, it’s passable entertainment. But I’m sure the creative team that worked on it is on the same boat as much of its audience: wishing for much more than this, ‘cause how much more this tale could’ve been is apparent in all the lanes it touched yet did not pick.

[terrence-silver]

We know that Terry canonically is a classically trained pianist, but what kind of music does he listen to? Is he on the cutting edge of sound? Does he prefer music that has aged, like wine?

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Didn't Thomas Ian Griffith himself say somewhere that to Terry, music and collecting beautiful things are an outlet for his emotions? A sort of way he copes with, I suppose, the uncopeable? At times, it is better to punch the keynotes than it is to punch a body made out of flesh and blood, after all. I tend to imagine classical music as a sort of bandaid for him, if you will. A mask and a second skin. An ability he took and went Veni, Vidi, Vici with, because he is a perfectionist with everything he touches and he doesn't stop with any pursuit until he reaches full mastery because his own will simply demands it. It is not that Terry Silver doesn't like classical music, per se. It is not that he prefers cutting edge sound to things that aged like fine wine ---- this was never a competition in the first place --- he can prefer one or the other, depending of who asked and depending of what he has to gain if he says yes or no accordingly, ever the chameleon in every situation. It is not that he doesn't like the old masters, and his piano, along with his stupendous skill on it. It is not to say Terry Silver doesn't enjoy traditional art of unimaginable value, antiques, vintage liquor and all the trappings that come with wealth. He is a materialist. Of course he likes all of these! Rich men covet classical music --- it is what they do; the same way they do branded, tailored suits, quality dining and fast cars. Supposedly. It is just that all of these things, are in equal measure, a thin cover for all the cracks he conceals under them, because if you apply enough sheen and shine to an otherwise damaged surface and push enough priceless, glossy furniture up against it, it might just distract from the fact that there's a nest of mites under there. Festering. Maybe a brood of cobras to follow. There's cockroaches, rats and worms. A whole lot of rot. There's darkness there.

It is not about what Terry Silver prefers.

It is what Terry uses to hide a barrage of other things.

And people might be frequently impressed with Mr. Silver's admirable and downright unbelievable ability on the piano (which matches his ability in martial arts to boot) and his knowledge of classical music as a whole, among other just as refined topics, ranging from his worldliness, cultured tendencies, his fashion sense, his mansions and any number of upper class signifiers of quality, and it is enough to never notice anything else that is strange about him, especially when so much about Terry is, leaving everyone interacting with him effectively enchanted and blinded by all the wonderful things he flaunts about himself and puts in the foreground to dazzle whoever is looking, and he likes that. He likes that a lot. He likes the things his musical skillset can get him as well as the music itself, because Terry likes being the best at everything. He needs to be the best at everything and be in control of the narrative through that --- even when said thing isn't of particular interest to him. Goes hand in hand. Full circle. Otherwise, I think Terry might actually be, dare I say, quite indifferent towards classical music outside of it serving as a tool? That he doesn't care for it as much as everyone presumes to think? He doesn't hate it. But the love he has for it is something he himself has overblown and something that was overblown in general, especially by those who don't know him and who he doesn't want to be known by outside of what beautiful, resplendent image he wishes to showcase. Terry Silver the master pianist! Terry Silver the art collector! Terry Silver the entrepreneur! Terry Silver the friendly Billionaire! The music he enjoys privately, on his own, when he has nothing to prove and nobody to draw in, none of his figurative mites to hide, is entirely different, most days, from what he flaunts and what he broadcasts and signals out into the world.

He might actually enjoy some good, old Bruce Springsteen for all we know.

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

ive been going back and forth about asking this but as someone who never had healthy eating to a healthy approach to body image modeled for me, what does waning the healthfully lose weight look like? ive been considering trying to lose weight for health reasons (my doctor supports me if i choose to or not) but i realize i have no idea how to keep diet and exercise from becoming disordered. thank you for your time

That is a very good question! I'm glad you have access to a medical professional who supports you either way. I'm going to go ahead and put my answer under a cut so that people who find diet advice triggering can choose not to read. The truth is that for many people who've experienced disordered eating, all dieting is a risk and can lead to ED relapse. I was really hesitant about answering this, because I do personally believe in health at every size, and because I do not know your specific medical needs/previously existing medical conditions. However, because as someone who had to be put on a very restrictive diet when I was experiencing terrible GI problems, I REALLY wish I'd had someone to talk me through having to restrict with a previous ED, because it was SO triggering. I truly hope my advice can help, whether you choose to pursue this or not.

I am going to bold something I ended up putting in the end of my written piece, though: If you try still find yourself struggling too hard with your mental health and body image, it's really okay to stop dieting. If you find yourself too hungry, too tired, just too deprived, you can quit. I don't know how you feel about the "health at every size" movement, and I do not know your current weight, nor do I need to ask. All I know is that ANYTHING is healthier than developing a lifelong eating disorder. And I know that you deserve a life in which you feel the best you possibly can, regardless of what that looks like! I personally believe it is okay to be fat. Yes, really. It is okay to be fat. It can be hard, in this world that demonizes fatness, to accept that for yourself, but it is okay to be fat. And it is much, much healthier to be a self-loving fat person than to be someone who self-destructs in pursuit of thinness.

Please take care of yourselves, followers. Know your limits and mind the tags before reading on.

So if you choose to pursue this, first and foremost, make sure you're not cutting too many calories, because you will fuck up your metabolism in the long run. Remember that 2000 (give or take) is considered the MINIMUM for an adult. Many diets recommend 1500 - that is BAD. That is a starvation diet. There have been studies showing this will fuck with your metabolism and health long-term. 2000 is the minimum, and remember that calories have no morality. You may find yourself needing to add more if your exercise plan is particularly rigorous. Remember, giving your body what it needs will make it feel safe. Exercising while going into deprivation mode will trigger your body into starvation mode in the long run.

That leads me into a segue - never let your body feel deprived or starved. This is the gateway to eating-disordered thinking - the idea that you should deprive yourself if your body is not where you feel it "should" be, or that you are displaying moral weakness for feeding your body when it tells you it needs feeding. Use intuitive eating - eat nice and slow, savoring each bite, and absolutely keep eating until your body tells you it feels full enough. Remember, once your body is full, there is nothing wrong with putting away the rest for leftovers!

(And keep in mind - eat until you feel ACTUALLY full, not using ana tricks to make your body temporarily THINK you are full.)

Take joy in cooking and finding new foods! Food is not bad. It is something that we all need and it is natural for us to take pleasure in it, so don't let your eating or food prep experiences become "guilty!" Experiment with nutritious recipes, savoring the journey of finding what you like, and remember, you don't have to force yourself to eat specific foods if you don't enjoy them. I know kale got really big a while back, but it's just not for everyone. (It can also be cooked in different ways - it is VERY difficult to enjoy raw kale.) Now drinking liquefied celery seems to be the new fad diet. You don't have to like that either (I hate celery, myself!) There is no morality attached to eating foods that you hate because the latest fad diet says you have to, and you do not deserved to be deprived of enjoyable food at ANY size, remind yourself of that! Remember that your body does not need to "detox" from food, and that there are a wide variety of foods that can offer you good nutrition. Depriving yourself leads to a mentality of feeling like you deserve to be deprived. Do your research and find what you like.

Remember that healthy fats, carbs, salt, and sugars are necessary nutrients. While your doctor may advise you to somewhat reduce these things, do not trust ANY diet that tries to keep you from incorporating these things into your regular meals. (In fact, you need many of these things in order to properly absorb your vitamins.) Eat complete meals rather than falling to fad diets.

You are human and humans need little treats! If you have a favorite type of "junk food" it will not lead to a healthy mentality to deprive yourself of it completely. Your doctor may advise you to reduce the quantities of these treats and replace them with more nutritious snacks, but a total-deprivation diet is not mentally healthy. Keep your treats. Remember that your worth does not decline at ANY size, and you deserve to have treats here and there at ANY point in your journey. And that's ANY treat. Yes, processed food. Yes, refined sugars. Yes, "empty calories." We all deserve a little bit of our favorite things every now and again, and these foods have no morality. They are not "guilty" or "bad" foods. They're treats. Allow yourself to enjoy them. I also would NOT follow the practice of setting aside one specific "cheat day" where you allow yourself to go ham, followed by more restriction. I'm concerned that could lead to a binge-restrict pattern, fuck up your metabolism, and encourage an unhealthy relationship to guilt and food. Instead, allot yourself these treats in measured amounts throughout your week.

(Also, try to keep from falling into the mentality that you are only allowed to feel joy, pride, happiness, etc once you have reached a certain weight. If you never lose an ounce, you are every bit as human and worthy as a hypothetical thinner self. If you deprive yourself of joy in the process, having no idea how long it will take, you may arrive at your weight goal only to find that you have forgotten how to feel positively about yourself as a person along the way.)

Remember that exercise is not for punishing your body! Try to find exercise that you enjoy. You can take little walks while listening to music. Perhaps you can go swimming, try yoga, or sign up for a dance class. It can be hard to do these things while you don't feel comfortable in your body, but remember that regardless of what anyone else thinks, you deserve to have activities you enjoy at EVERY size. Typical exercise like running and lifting are totally fine, but not everybody likes these things and that's okay. There's no morality to that either. Some people just hate running. Remember that you're trying to create a lifestyle in which your mind and body feel good, a life that you enjoy. So ask yourself, as you exercise - are you doing something good for your body, or are you punishing your body? Your body does not deserve to be punished. (And don't be discouraged if you have to work up to the exercise abilities you want. It doesn't happen overnight.) Oh, and you don't need to exercise excessively after a holiday or a treat! Exercise is not something you use to punish yourself for eating. Eating is a life necessity, not a punishable offense. Remember that.

Allow yourself to enjoy events like holiday parties, birthdays, family events. It can be hard not to struggle with guilt on these days, but you are still deserving of enjoying the treats and festivities at any size. And if well-meaning family members try to guilt you, feel free to let them know that if you wanted their advice, you would ask.

Do not be tempted to punish your body through restriction or painful levels of exercise, even if you don't lose weight as fast as you'd wanted to. Even if you find yourself not losing any weight at all! All bodies and metabolisms are different, and you don't deserve to punish yourself no matter what. These behaviors can create mental health problems and can set you up for serious long-term physical health problems down the line. And you deserve better than that - at ANY size! Keep in mind that you may not end up at the ultimate weight you had envisioned, but try not to become frustrated. Go at it slowly and steadily. Drastic levels of rapid weight loss just do more harm than good. Try to enjoy where you are at every part in the process, and give your body love and appreciation wherever it's at. There is a lot of pressure to want and relentlessly pursue a thin body, but it's not sustainable if you can't be in the moment loving your body along the way.

And finally, if you find yourself struggling with a mentality of guilt, shame, or fear around food, it is okay to go off your diet. If you find yourself too hungry, too tired, just too deprived, you can quit. Yes, really. There can be a lot of stigma or shame attributed to a "failed" diet, but there is nothing shameful about making the right choices to best protect YOUR mental and physical health. So if you try this and still find yourself struggling too hard with your mental health and body image, it's really okay to stop. I don't know how you feel about the "health at every size" movement, and I do not know your current weight, nor do I need to ask. All I know is that anything is healthier than developing a lifelong eating disorder. And I know that you deserve a life in which you feel the best you possibly can, regardless of what that looks like! I personally believe it is okay to be fat. Yes, really. It is okay to be fat. It can be hard, in this world that demonizes fatness, to accept that about yourself, but it is okay to be fat. And it is much, much healthier to be a self-loving fat person than to be someone who self-destructs in pursuit of thinness.

I might suggest you consult with a therapist and nutritionist who might be able to help you monitor yourself, and might also help you gain better insights into your mentality around body image and food. That way you're not doing this alone and will have other people to tell you if what you're doing is taking a turn into the unhealthy/disordered.

Whatever you decide to do, anon, I hope you find a life that you enjoy and in which you feel well!

[lilaceas]

doesn't seem flye'd both of who we wish we'd been by like a river where our body flows together & every one's death so we call it breathing even that's not underwater because we still alive & no needed to kiss & we'd have something always in mind & like a promise we'd not forget each other & how to live together without any hurt & they seen any one broken-boned & remind of that couple that wasn't a couple & sadness are a lovely expression undone & for whose ones who kept together & are scared of dies & heaven not up there & there's god for me the best pill is that one who makes me blind for real world & made me remind of you close to wake up next morning & ask who been there for too long & cannot see & not blind because of pill & make you look mine with my dad's eyes that i can mean much more than my legs tattoed & hurtful & black eyes means that i'm too good at being smart & doing greath things that means something, too like feelings of when we get in airport & saying i don't want to kiss you, i want breakfast & very early good good a blunt & not more so you call me violence itself because is too good to be true & fell again drunk 'til another night alone in my bed & not feeling like that felt like i'm not lonely because sheets smelling like drunk & dizzy & a little high. but more as a flower i want to be meaningless & freedom smallest as a detail & pursuit of keeping secrets & we fell in another way of loving something that get no reclue & resolution because brides be always in trouble & wants to be president of her country made of my on my doll house ruling over & call highschool & how'd sad only find & find & never be found & my eyes get clear & i never believed in magic 'til you made me high with honeypots jointed i'd be goig at a café bar but i swear it's only to find you nor because you're my lover this is a lie been buried undertongue within a diary secret & lovenotes with kiss that red lipstick you hate & i'm dressing overly clothing i hate so you never see like i'm bad & in a dream we met & you never been feeling like a shit because i'm looking for myself un anothers bitch mirror that fucking bar bathroom & that's too lovely to be a teenage girl & so desesperated in love getting curve by curve didn't waiting for get drunk again because she's so cool there's no meaning to get up another boy that's like in a cold night saying you're pretty & i'm drunk & a heart of a whore that hates getting drunk & a whore who likes coke & a whore who show up her titties & i in middle off shit town with another man who loved whores & how a whore in corset & tights & leather skirt, i'll never touch myself just to be loving you & i'm prettier & not talking only wihin you thinking & never smiling to another shot. comes easy & never goes away we don't know nothing about each other & all about them. what i mess i be following you around & discovering that nothing mattered any how & this makes me happy like how'd sounds just as fuck off & boys who fucks myself & believen i know how to garden & his dog loves me & i know to cary you home when you so sick when i was younger faking slept to be carried.

[xartofmovingonx]

Hello, my friend. I hope this message finds you well. 🙏

Please read this as if i were a member of your family. Maybe your sister, your daughter or your friend. As if my family who is going through difficult circumstances is your family.

I'm Ola, a graduate student from the Faculty of Science at Al-Azhar University . I'm a dedicated and passionate student, striving to become a good researcher and teacher.

Unexpectedly, my life took a drastic turn transforming me from a passionate student into a person struggling for survival. 🥺

My family is in a very difficult situation due to the harsh conditions we have been living in for more than a year. After the prices went up so crazy, I created this campaign to help me and my family meet our basic needs for food, drink, and other essentials and it will help us to rebuild our lives.

All I am asking for is your support. Every donation, no matter how small, will make a difference in changing the situation we are in. Please help us by donating to our campaign and by reblogging the pinned post on my page. Also if you can write a post about my campaign we all would be very grateful.♥️

I know for sure that you can't help all families that want your help but at least you can help those who come across your life.

I am the eldest daughter who tries to help herself, her siblings and her parents but of course I will not be able to do it alone. Will you help me with that?! The decision is yours 🥺

I would appreciate it if you could follow me to stay updated, as I will always need your help. 💔

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Thank you in advance for your kindness and support. I am waiting for your response. ❤️

Please donate and share with others. 🥺🙏

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Ola

Hi, Ola! I am very sorry, as I am not able to donate at the moment, but I will definitely share your gofundme. I wish you and your family nothing but the best and hope you are able to reach your donation goal. ❤️

If anyone is able to, please consider donating to Ola’s gofundme. She and her family could really use the help: https://www.gofundme.com/f/empower-olas-pursuit-of-education-amid-crisis

[thanatopia-111]

Hello, my friend. I hope this message finds you well. 🙏

I'm Ola, a graduate student from the Faculty of Science at Al-Azhar University . I'm dedicated and passionate about becoming a good researcher and teacher.

Unexpectedly, my life took a drastic turn transforming me from a passionate student into a person struggling for survival. 🥺

My family is in a perilous situation due to the harsh conditions and the famine we have endured for 11 months. We are facing immense challenges, So I have created a campaign to help me and my family rebuild our lives and meet our basic needs for food, drink, and other essentials in these harsh conditions. This will also help me continue my education. At this critical moment, I implore you to share my campaign with your network, both offline and on social media platforms. Your advocacy is vital to our success.

All I am asking for is your support. Every simple thing makes a difference in changing the situation we are in. You can help us either by giving direct support to our campaign or simply by sharing/reblogging the pinned post on my page and/or writing a post about my campaign. This would greatly help us reach more potential donors, and I would be very grateful if you could share the campaign link with your friends and family via email or other social media platforms. ❤️

I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us. Please be assured that any help brings us closer to our goal, and no matter how small your donation might be, it will make a significant difference in my family's lives.

I would appreciate it if you could follow me to stay updated, as I will always need your help. 💔

This is my GFM link:

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My campaign has been verified by @90-ghost, @northgazaupdates, @el-shab-Hussien, and @nabulsi's vetted list (line 205).

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Thank you in advance for your kindness and support. I am waiting for your response. ❤️

Please donate and/or share with others. 🥺🙏

Sincerely,

Ola

I hope everyone turns okay, I wish you nothing but the absolute best, please donate if you are able too

[cherrytheredwolf]

Hello, my friend. I hope this message finds you well. 🙏

I'm Ola, a graduate student from the Faculty of Science at Al-Azhar University . I'm dedicated and passionate about becoming a good researcher and teacher.

Unexpectedly, my life took a drastic turn transforming me from a passionate student into a person struggling for survival. 🥺

My family is in a perilous situation due to the harsh conditions and the famine we have endured for 11 months. We are facing immense challenges, So I have created a campaign to help me and my family rebuild our lives and meet our basic needs for food, drink, and other essentials in these harsh conditions. This will also help me continue my education. At this critical moment, I implore you to share my campaign with your network, both offline and on social media platforms. Your advocacy is vital to our success.

All I am asking for is your support. Every simple thing makes a difference in changing the situation we are in. You can help us either by giving direct support to our campaign or simply by sharing/reblogging the pinned post on my page and/or writing a post about my campaign. This would greatly help us reach more potential donors, and I would be very grateful if you could share the campaign link with your friends and family via email or other social media platforms. ❤️

I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us. Please be assured that any help brings us closer to our goal, and no matter how small your donation might be, it will make a significant difference in my family's lives.

I would appreciate it if you could follow me to stay updated, as I will always need your help. 💔

This is my GFM link:

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[ladysternchen]

Yet Were Its Making Good, For This- Of Healing

Mablung was shaking violently, trying his best not to add his moans to those of the other wounded men that lay around him. He wondered vaguely how many of them were dying, longing for nothing more than a comforting touch or a kind word before they left these shores. He himself wished that Beleg were here, that his friend were one of those tending to the injured. But Beleg was far away, hidden in the birch trees of Neldoreth, shooting any foul creature that escaped battle and sought to come close to Menegroth. Menegroth… Mablung smiled despite all the pain he was in. Fair their stronghold was, and Mablung had not felt so much at home anywhere since leaving Cuiviénen. They had laboured long, Dwarves and Elves alike, and through Melian’s gentle voice, the caves had awoken, become almost sentient. And now that orc attacks came ever more often, and ever closer to the gates, even those who dwelled in the woods surrounding their city rather than within it sought refuge there. Nevertheless, they had lost many people, and even more had come to know and fear the orcs’ blades and arrows. 

Morgoth’s assault had still come unlooked for, despite all warning and quiet preparations. How many of those Mablung himself had commanded now lay dead or dying? How many had followed him to their deaths? Mablung mourned them, and yet was not certain that he would not yet come to follow them in return. 

Pain, so much pain. Two of those learned in healing had already shifted his shattered bones back into their correct position and staunched the bleeding as best they could. All Mablung’s determination not to acknowledge his agony had become vain at that point. Never before had he known himself to yell in pain, and the memory of the hurt still lay like a shadow on his spirit. It did not help, either, that the splint with which they had sought to keep his mangled knee in position did nothing at all to make the pain more bearable.

He was so preoccupied with his own plight that he hardly noticed when someone knelt down beside him and took his hand. His very Fëa seemed to relax at the touch, and that told Mablung at once that it was the King himself. A wave of relief washed over Mablung, now that he knew Elu to be alive and well enough to do his duty among the healers. He had last seen him in furious pursuit of every last orc his blade could reach, after the horrors they had witnessed on Amon Ereb. How Elu had seen during that chase, Mablung had no idea, for tears had all but blinded him, and yet no stroke of the King had gone astray, and the orcs had fled before him. But then Mablung, who had held the rear guard, had been wounded, and had known little of the battle thereafter. Fear for Elu had mingled with his excruciating pain there in the mud of the battlefield, his only comfort being the fact that had the King fallen, he would surely have known. 

“Mablung, stay awake, I implore you.”

Elu laid his other hand on Mablung’s cheek, and the captain could feel him tremble, so he forced his eyes open once more, becoming aware that he had closed them only in doing so.

“I’m cold…” he breathed, “… and so, so thirsty.”

Fear flickered in his king’s grey eyes. Nonetheless, Elu wrapped him more tightly in his mantle, then held his own waterskin to Mablung’s lips.

“I know…” Elu’s voice shook as he spoke, but he pulled himself together quickly again. “That’s the blood loss. Drink, and then let me see to your wound.”

Mablung did as bidden, bracing himself against the pain he knew was to come, but Elu ’s touch was exceedingly gentle as he laid his hand over Mablung’s knee. Elu sang softly, and with every word, Mablung felt himself become calmer, and warmer, and the pain more endurable. He had almost dozed off by the time Elu withdrew his hand.

“Can you feel and move your toes?”

“Aye.” Mablung answered, startled out of his sleepiness. and saw the relief in Elu’s gaze. Clearly, he had feared that Mablung would lose his leg. He himself had almost expected it, though he had been heartened by the fact that the healers had actually set his fracture, not just tied the leg off.

“Melian could have done so much more, and Thônwen would probably roast me alive for calling that healing, but I think you’ll be alright. You will live, and likely walk, too. But you need to keep still now, and focus on mending that knee. It still is a serious injury, and you lost a lot of blood.”

Mablung nodded, even managing a faint smile at the idea of what Elmo’s wife would say to all this healing work done on battlefield, and especially healing work done by Elu, who was counted among the healers only because it was an ancient elvish custom to teach  the art of healing to the lords from the start. And of course because he was so tightly connected in spirit to the most skilled healer that dwelled on this side of the sea, but Thônwen, who was chief of the healers, very much opposed to that. Mablung cared not at all. Even Melian herself could not have brought him the relief Elu had.

“We will stay here for at least three days. After that, I think, you will be fit to ride.” Elu added now, speaking more to himself than Mablung.

“You cannot tarry on my behalf, lord!” Mablung protested, his sense of duty returning with his strength. 

“That is mine to decide. But I do not tarry for your sake only, but for that of all my men who share your fate. Half of them are wounded too severely to safely make it back to Menegroth, and there are those who need to be buried before we head home, anyway. Besides, travelling with so many who are unfit to be moved at all would make us very vulnerable. Should the orcs indeed return, I would much rather meet them here, where we can defend ourselves, than being ambushed on the road. Nay, we will stay here, and rest as best we can. You especially, Mablung. You fought valiantly by my side, allow yourself time for healing from this hurt as well.”

With that, Elu made to rise, but Mablung grasped him by the arm.

“You saved my life.” he whispered, but Elu shook his head.

“Thank the healers who first tended to your wound. Without their skill, my part would only have been to bury you…” his voice broke at the last word, and it was a while ere he had mastered himself again. “Try to sleep a little. I need to see to some other people as well, but I will be back as soon as I can.”

Mablung nodded, and watched Elu walk away, giving orders quietly concerning their makeshift camp and its protection. He meant to stay awake, meant to learn more about who lived still and whom they had lost, but he could not. His eyelids drooped at last, and he fell into a light slumber that momentarily relieved him from his pain. 

He woke as he sensed Elu’s presence again. So he had made true his promise and returned to Mablung’s side. But then Mablung heard someone else walking near by, and opening his eyes he saw that it was Galathil, looking teary and battleworn, yet luckily unscathed. Or at least physically unscathed, Mablung thought, for as Elu’s banner-bearer, Galathil had still watched his father fall. Nonetheless, he had stood dutifully by the King’s standard until now, until, it seemed, grief had at last got the better of him.

“Will we rest here tonight?” he asked, bowing to Elu, who nodded gravely.

“For tonight, and likely longer. Too many lie desperately wounded, who need the time to heal and rest.”

“Then, lord, I ask leave to join the King’s guard tonight.” Galathil’s voice trembled as he looked up at Elu at last, and added in a low whisper: “I want to be close to you.”

Elu, foregoing all formalities, pulled his grandnephew into his arms, stroking his head gently.

“He did not suffer, did he?” Galathil asked between bitter sobs.

“No. He felt no pain, and I know that his Fëa goes to a good place. I am sorry you had to watch this, little one.” 

It was a mark of both their grief that Elu had slipped into belittling Galathil like that while the latter was on duty, and that Galathil did not object, if indeed he had even noticed. For a while, they just stood hugging each other tightly, then Galathil stepped back, straightening his back and wiping his eyes.

“The guard it is, then?” he asked, once again returning to a more formal manner.

“If you wish it, I shall be honoured.”

As Galathil made his way to the other guards, Elu turned at last to Mablung, sitting down on the ground beside him with a deep sigh.

“How is the pain?” he asked, trying -and failing- to keep his voice steady.

“Better.” Mablung answered, trying to prop himself up a little, but Elu quickly restrained him.

“Keep still! I believe you without proof.”

Mablung laid back, noting for the first time as he did so that the King’s armour was cleft at his shoulder, and that a bleeding cut ran there from his neck.

“You’re wounded as well…” 

Elu clicked his tongue impatiently.

“You are incredible, Mablung, honestly. You just escaped dying or being crippled for life by the narrowest margin and make a fuss about me being a little scratched? Will you stop worrying about me for nothing and focus on yourself?”

“It is my duty to worry about you, lord.” Mablung answered, though not without a small smile.

They lapsed into silence, yet Elu’s gaze moved ceaselessly over the camp, and Mablung could sense his tension. 

“They are restless.”

Mablung bit back a grin.

“They are restless because you are. Nobody here will settle down until you settle down.” 

Elu looked utterly bewildered at this, which made Mablung laugh in earnest. Elu had become a wise and mighty king in the uncounted years since his return, but he still made an abysmal warlord. Commanding people had never been his strength, and that showed now more than ever. Mablung chose not to tell him so now, however, saying instead: 

“You are their king. They follow your example. So if you want the camp to settle, find yourself a place to rest for the night.”

Mablung had fully expected for Elu to be somewhat annoyed by the taunt, and so was taken aback as the King hung his head and buried his face in his hands.

“How could I rest after all this? After Denethor and Galadhon?”

His voice broke as he spoke his nephew’s name, and Mablung reached out to grasp Elu’s hand.

“I know. That is why my heart urges me back to Menegroth. So that we shall not lose more people still.”

“No, Mablung. As I said before, we are safer here for now than on the road, and the journey itself would probably kill most of those who are grievously hurt.

And also, I am a ruddy coward who dreads returning to Menegroth much more than he dreads the orcs. But I have no idea how I am supposed to step before Elmo.”

Mablung winced at the disgust in Elu’s voice, and pressed his hand more tightly.

“You mistake the care for a loved one for cowardice, I think.” he said softly.

Elu snorted.

“Fair words, Mablung. But they make me sound nobler than I am. We buried Galadhon only two days ago, and I should grieve for him, and yet here I sit, alive and well, and fret about my own fear of telling my little brother that his son…”

Elu could not go on, but pressed his hand over his mouth, stifling a sob. Pity gripped Mablung’s heart. He could easily imagine that the dread of telling Elmo that his only child was dead was more terrifying right now to Elu than his own pain, that after all was his business alone. And he had seen Elu trying to keep Galadhon from riding with him, seen him waste not a single thought on his own safetyas he had jumped foolhardily from his horse when Galadhon had been wounded. Mablung himself had done all he could to keep his King from harm while the latter had crouched beside his dying nephew, heeding no danger. The actions of a caring uncle, spectacularly unbefitting for a king on battlefield. 

They had buried Galadhon together so that his body would not be defiled by hungry orcs, and Mablung had never seen Elu so deeply shaken. But they had lingered longer than they should have, as became apparent when Denethor was slain within their plain sight, and yet unreachable for them. Mablung would never forget Elu’s cry of frustration, of grief and guilt, nor the blind fury with which he had charged after the orcs. 

“It seems you do grieve after all.” Mablung now said softly, still keeping a firm hold on Elu’s hand, who had by now lost the battle against his tears. “You told me before to allow myself some rest after all this hurt, and the same holds true for you. And if you still need an excuse before yourself, then let it be to keep me company.”

“Alright.”

Still trembling with grief, Elu rid himself of his sword and gear and tentatively settled himself more comfortably beside Mablung, before drawing his mantle around himself. As Mablung knew it would, the camp became quieter almost at once, so he allowed himself a small moment of smugness.

“See?” 

Elu merely grumbled, which made Mablung grin. This little jest was bliss among all the sorrow and pain, and as healing as any ointment or song.

“Go on, say it.”

“You counselled me well, Captain.”

“I know. But thank you for your praise, my lord!”

[annastrxng]

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Phantom of the Opera Quotes

“Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it, Secretly possess you.”

“Love me - that's all I ask of you.” 

“Say you'll love me every waking moment.” 

“Your lover makes a passionate plea!”

“i love her. does that mean nothing?”

“Wildly my Mind beats against you, but my soul obeys.”

“The world showed no compassion to me!” 

“now, it would be world upon you both.”

Say the word and I will follow you.”

Keep your hand at the level of your eye.”

My God, who is this man who hunts to kill? I can't escape from him, I never will!”

“Were in the world have you been hiding?”

“And now, how you’ve repaid me. Denied me and betrayed me.”

“He was bound to love you when he heard you sing.”

“Say you’ll share with me one love one lifetime.”

“you will curse the day you did not do all that I ask of you.”

“Past the point of no return, no going back now.”

“Now your here with me, no second thoughts, you have decided.”

“Our games of make believe are at end.”

“Abandon thought and let the dream descend.”

“What women spoken secrets will we learn.”

“how long should we two wait tell were one.”

“Wishing you were somehow here again.”

“Save me from my solitude.”

“Say you want me here beside you.”

“Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.”

“Silently the senses abandon their defenses.”

“You little lying delilah. You little demon.”

“Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.”

“Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar.”

“Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory.”

“Angel, I hear you speak I listen.”

“My soul was weak forgive me.”

“Flattering child, you shall know me.”

“Quite a night, I am impressed.”

“Well one does his best.”

“Paper faces on parade.”

“Hide your face so the world will never find you.”

“Look around, there is another mask behind you.”

“You were once my one companion. You were all that mattered.”

“You were once a friend and father than my world was shattered.”

“Wishing you were somehow near.”

“Sometimes, it semed if I just dreamed somehow you would be here.”

“Wishing I could hear your voice again knowing that I never would.”

“You were warm and gentle.”

“No more memories. No more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years.”

“Let daylight dry your tears.”

“Too many years fighting back tears, why can’t the past just die.”

“You have come here in pursuit of that wish that since now been silent.”

“I’m here nothing will harm you. My words will warm and calm you.”

“No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide eyed fears.”

“I’m here with you beside you to guard you and to guide you.”

“Turn my head with talk of summertime.”

“let me be your shelter. Let me be your light.”

“Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair.”

“Why you ask was I bound and chained to this cold and dismal place?”

“Track down that murder. He must be found.”

“No kind words for anyone. No compassion anywhere.”

“Have your gorged yourself at least on your thirst for blood?”

“Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh?”

“This fear which earned a mother’s fear and loathing.”

“Pity comes to late. Turn around and face your fate.”

“Help me face the music of the night.”

“It’s in your soul that the true distortion lies.”

“Wait, I think we have a guest.”

“Now my wish comes true, you have truely made my night.”

“the world showed no compassion to me.”

“start a new life with me, buy his freedom with your love.”

“The tears I might have shared for your dark fate, grow cold and turn to tears of fate.”

“Either way you choose you can not win.”

“Why make her lie to you to save me?”

“I gave you my mind blindly.”

“I fought so hard to free you.”

“Think of me fondly when we’ve said goodbye.”

“Remember me, once in a while, please promise me you’ll try.”

“If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me.”

“Keep your hand at the level of your eyes.”

“we never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea.”

[jaeminscoffee]

Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right? 

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place. 

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad) 

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense. 

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend. 

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people. 

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny. 

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you. 

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks. 

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look. 

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it" 

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n." 

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing. 

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine." 

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda. 

Ironic, huh? 

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night. 

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location. 

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze. 

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder. 

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming. 

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning. 

"Answer me." 

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement. 

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?" 

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place. 

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot. 

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study. 

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling. 

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command. 

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck. 

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features. 

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking. 

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode 

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?" 

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions. 

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you. 

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear. 

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?" 

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in. 

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck." 

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?" 

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed. 

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?" 

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum. 

"Say it, Y/n." 

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad. 

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds. 

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers. 

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers. 

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?" 

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach. 

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe. 

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully. 

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.." 

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration, 

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night. 

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity. 

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly. 

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!" 

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock" 

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad. 

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel" 

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.  

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace, 

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm. 

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast. 

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you. 

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper. 

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name. 

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure. 

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls, 

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for. 

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed. 

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him. 

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side, 

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad, 

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???" 

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"