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musicallisto · 1 year

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oh, you knew this was coming when you made that post, but 🌴 please?

also, because i'm trying to get you into skz against your will, i will recommend to you the song ice.cream by hyunjin (a sad song??? why would i do this to my boy?? lol, i think this song will speak to the valeria (by dvicio) girl within you, asdghjkjhgfds. i still think of you when i hear valeria so...) but also, lol, case 143, because its sweet and funny but also just a little chaotic (and perhaps you know the memes associated with it?? idk. idk.). yes, i know i keep assigning you ~romantic~ songs but what can i say? you are the romantic among my mutuals, asdfghjhgfd

❛ each day, you'd rise with me // know that I would gladly be // the icarus to your certainty ❜

hozier - sunlight

#bestie you are SO! RIGHT! valeria is the most important song on the planet fr <3 #and im out rn but i will listen as soon as i get back and will Scream my thoughts in your inbox. as one does.#i always love being agressively recommended music by my friends <333 #˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ olive

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animehideout · 4 months

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART FOUR

Gojo Satoru X Fem! Reader

check part 3 here

check part 5 here

a/n: this part is an introduction to a lot of main events 🫶🏻💕

update : Part 5 is now posted

Music recommendation ♪ : Jealousy x Pacify Her (mashup)

- Morning at Jujutsu High -

This was your first teaching lesson, you gathered your 1st year students. All of them dressed in their training fits, standing there carefully listening as you explained in details the use of the weapon you were holding.

“Each weapon has its own purpose, but remember true strength comes from knowledge and skill not agression”, you said,

as you began elegantly demonstrating for them. With a calm demeanor, you began with fluid movements, effortlessly twirling the heavy sword in your hand,

“Ground yourself, it gives you stability and control” you added, as you took a balance stance, grounding yourself.

You showed them how to block attacks, as they observed you attentively. You then started into striking techniques,

“Always target the pressure point of your enemy” you said smiling as you easily sliced in half the training dummy.

Your skills definitely impressed your students who were watching you, their mouths hang open, and definitely struck a nerve within Satoru who was silently sitting in the stairs, watching you teach.

He hates to admit it even within himself, that you proved him wrong, that you are indeed good with weapons and a good martial arts fighter. He hated every bit of it.

You didn't notice his ghost like presence, you were too busy teaching, giving your all,

“Always remember that Respect, Discipline and Integrity are more important, values are what matter, and without them physical strength means little” you further explained.

“hah values?” said Gojo mockingly, slowly stepping down the stairs joining you in the field.

“oh Gojo-Sensei” said Yuji.

“Before teaching others, why don't you teach yourself..y/n?” he said offensively

Your students' eyes widened in shock.

“I'm teaching Satoru– so leave..please!” you said politely trying not to cause a scene in front of your students after he carelessly humiliated you in front of them.

He approached you, trying to scare you and assert dominance with his huge figure, standing inches away from you. You stood your ground, mind racing with thoughts. What if he slaps you like you did to him last night?

His big hand reached to the sword you were holding yanking it, pulling it and pulling you as well,

“And you speak of balance and control? tch” he mocked.

You kept silent a lump forming in your throat. His hate for you is now public as if both of you aren't married.

“Will you let go?” you said in a monotone receiving a smirk from him “I said. Let. Go”

Gojo did as you said, slightly backing away.

“Have you even been in a real fight or you're just all talk showing off in front of your first year students? remember that even a kid with curse energy is still stronger than you!! bet you would get your ass whooped in a real fight”

“You think so? then why don't you try to prove your point?” you said in a defying tone

“Is it a challenge or a threat?” he cocked his eyebrow,

“Take it however you like..Satoru”

“This Saturday. Right here. We'll see if you can manage to harm me...even a bit” he challenged, involving you into a duel with him.

“Sure but don't be a coward! You better turn off your Infinity” you said trying to sound confident but deep down you can feel your stomach turning and heart racing.

Megumi stepped between both of you pushing Gojo away from you, “That's enough Sensei, y/n sensei is still teaching us”

“Just for you Gumi” he said leaving you all behind, showing his wide smile as if he wasn't literally looking like a demon.

“Are you okay?” asked Nobara worriedly,

“Don't mind him please..he likes to agitate others” Said Megumi

“Yeah I'm fine... let's go back to practice.. each one of you take a training dummy and repeat the movements I had shown you.”

You kept on watching them train trying to take your mind off of your coming duel with your husband, even though you were confident in your Martial Arts skills, Satoru is still the strongest sorcerer around and if he uses his curse energy ....you're doomed.

-Break Time-

You took your plate of food and sat in a table in a corner to eat. You were enjoying your peace until Gojo decided to show up with Mei Mei chatting loudly, they purposely chose a table next to you

“so fucking childish” you muttered to yourself, rolling your eyes and shoving the spoon of rice inside your mouth, trying your best to ignore them and their attempts to get on your nerves.

“So are you coming over tonight?” whined Mei Mei

“Yeah why not” he answered giving his best flirtatious smile.

“Is he cheating?” you thought to yourself, frustration taking over you “Couldn't he at least wait till we divorce”

“I wish we had more women like you Mei Mei, beautiful, strong and skillful” he started, making sure you heard every word.

You knew it was an indirect way to call you weak and talentless.

You hated comparison, you had enough of getting compared to others.

“Oh why would you need other women if you have me” she flirted back

You tightly gripped your spoon, your fingers turning white.

You can't blame him for saying that, despite being your husband he's still a stranger.. after all he didn't even touch you. You couldn't even blame your family for that. Tears gathered in your eyes, blankly looking at your food as memories from your past started to flow.

Flashback

“I just wish you were like your other siblings... strong” said your mom

“Look at them mastering their Jujutsu techniques.. you seriously need to do something about your life y/n” added your father.

Both of them lecturing you about something you literally have no control over.

Locking yourself in your room, crying for hours and blaming yourself for disappointing your clan became your daily habit.

“I'm so sick of myself, I would rather be anyone else rather than being the pathetic me” was what you used to tell yourself everyday before going to sleep.

End of flashback

Comparison did kill you slowly, killed your self-confidence but you grew up to accept yourself for who you are, even became indifferent if your curse broke or not.

But now Gojo brought back your insecurity and your self-awareness and you eagerly wanted nothing more than breaking the curse so you can be a sorcerer like everyone else around you.

And here you are, everyday, patiently waiting for you and Gojo's marriage to do something. Hoping that you wake up and find that the curse that stopped you from being normal fades away.

Crazy how only one person can make you feel disrespected, but are you going to show it? are you going to act weak like what you feel inside?

Hell no!! you're going to keep it to yourself, he can't watch you break down, he can't catch you cry...even if it ripped you to pieces inside, you'll always pretend that Gojo can't affect you.

“Excuse me ..can I sit here?” said a soft voice, waking you up from your trance.

You looked up, your blurry eyes laid on a handsome blonde man standing in front of you.

Gojo eyed both of you in annoyance, waiting for the man's next move. He doesn't want anyone to spoil his plan in making you feel terrible or someone else having your attention.

“S-sure” you stuttered sniffling awkwardly.

“Thank you..Miss” he said and sat so elegantly in front of you.

You started fidgeting with your fingers not sure what to do or say,

“Everywhere else is full of students, I apologize for interrupting your lunch” he said in a soothing voice

“Not at all ..that's okay” you cleared your throat.

“Oh I didn't introduce myself.. I'm Nanami..Kento Nanami.. and you are?”

“I–” you started but got interrupted by no other than Satoru.

“Gojo y/n.. my wife” he answered on your behalf.

Nanami looked between you two in confusion... finally fixating his eyes on you waiting for you to confirm or say something,

“It's y/n..just y/n .. I'm a martial arts' teacher here” you said smiling proudly, extending your hands to Nanami, who gladly shook it back,

“Nice to meet you Y/n”

And Gojo Satoru just watched...

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ratcash-wasgud · 2 months

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this is my first time requesting here and im so nervous since the idea itself is so cheesy. could we have a modern au loser mizu who listens to "pasilyo" (a filipino song about wanting to get married so badly to someone; i highly recommend listening its so addicting!) and immediately thinks of her crush. thank you sm!

hel lovely!!!!! omg this is such a cute idea...it would be a shame if someone...have added some smut....hm...

anyways i kept this short, just to not overdo the vibe hihi

and you were right, it IS addicting. mwah.

Peonies

"I told you, I don't plan on doing that. Stop trying to play matchmaker, Mama." Mizu grumbles into the phone as she agressively spreads butter onto a slice of toast.

Her mother called her up again, which is always...well, a bother. She just nags her about settling down, even if she's still in college, finding a good boyfriend, getting married, having kids and basically giving up on everything she ever wanted. This is the reason she could never come out to her mother.

These talks always makes her hate the idea of marriage. Why would she ever tie herself down? Plus, it's a stupid old tradition. Plus, it's not even legal where she lives. It's just dumb to even think about it.

"No. I'm just busy." Mizu shrugs as she bites into the toast, still holding the phone up to her ear. Her mom keeps scolding her about ruining the family's name if she refuses to get married.

After about ten agonizing minutes, she hangs up. She lands on her bed with a groan. And just when she thinks she found peace, her phone lights up with a notification. It's a text from a groupchat called Tea Party with Eeyore, which has Ringo, Taigen, Akemi, and you in it.

ringo: omgomg look!

ringo: *a picture of you holding up a full tray of freshly baked pinagong.*

ringo: she helped me with my pastry of the week!!!

taigen: what even is that?

ringo: it's a type of fillipino bread! i learned it in baking class today.

you: we even made a whole playlist of fillipino songs to listen to while we bake :DDD

*you sent the link to the playlist.*

ringo: yup. we got into the mood, if you will

akemi: ringo, sweetie, that could have douple meanings

ringo: oh

The name is a dumb inside joke from that one time Akemi came up with the idea that having blue as a main color and being grumpy is enough for her to be just like Eeyore. She remembers you laughed so hard when she contined this line of thinking and matched Taigen with Tigger, because they're both annoying It's only because of that she doesn't mind this whole thing. She loves your laugh.

Mizu had a crush on you ever since she met you. It wasn't a hard crush to develop, honestly. You were kind for no reason, had eyes with stars in them, always full of energy while wearing the brightest smile she ever seen. You were just generally lovely. She was sure Taigen also had a crush on you at some point, which always irritated her, even if she never planned on making a move.

Mizu was content with the way things were. She was silently loving you from afar while you shined your bright light on her withouth even noticing. You made her happy if you didn't know.

She rolled over to her side, and tapped on the link you sent to the playlist. You had great taste in music, so if you were able to vive to these songs, they can't be that bad.

Then as the playlists starts playing, she hears a couple notes of an electric guitar, and she lightly shivers. Pasilyo was the first song. She never heard about it, but the melody quickly captured her.

She stared up the ceiling and she imagined you and Ringo listening to this song. She imagines you accidentaly spilling flour all over yourself, getting some on your face as you laugh, and she imagines her hand softly wiping it off. She imagines you sitting infront of the oven, staring at the growing pastry dough as it bakes, and having that bright and excited smile on your face when you succesfully decide that yes, it has gotten bigger since the last minute you checked. You'd look at her with big doe eyes when she tells you that it's time to do the dishes afterwards, singlaing how much you don't wanna. And of couse, she'd wash them instead of you, without hesitation. You'd hug her from behind as she does them, and hum the song in her ear, rocking your hips with hers playfully while your soft cheek is squished against her shoulder.

She sudenly wonders if that's how married life would look like with you. Damn, Mama has gotten into her head. But she doesn't mind it if it's like this. Would getting married really be horrible if it was with you? She decies on a firm no. You'd be the loveliest bride.

A bride she'd love to tie herself down to.

You'd stand there, at the altar, wearing all white and holding a big bouquet of daisies, camellias and lakspurs...maybe even peonies.

Yeah...definetly peonies. There would also be peony petals on the floor, scattered across, and one in your hair. Behind your ear...or one holding up your veil.

You'd smile when you see her on the other end of the aisle, like you see your future in her eyes. Your eyes would focus only on her, and your hand would squeeze hers for comfort as she says her vows. She'd kiss you with all her might in that moment. She'd pick you up and carry you away while you both laugh into eachothers faces.

She'd wake up to you every day of the week. To your soft cheeks squiched up against the pillow, your hand around her, and your breathing tickling her skin. She'd never want to get out of bed. She'd wake up hours earlier just to cuddle your sleeping form.

When you'd stir, you'd look into her eyes with your still hazy ones, and plant a good morning kiss on her forehead. In return Mizu would kiss your cheek, then your nose, then your jaw...then your neck, then your chest...

She'd put her hands on your breats, softly squeezing them as she teases them through your thin pajama top. She'd want it to be casual, domesticated, but still so, so exciting to make love to you.

She'd slowly get on top of you, and get lost in the way you're looking up at her. She'd slowly lift your top, and press her knee between your legs. Oh, how'd you tremble. You'd look up at her all needy, she'd have no option but to help you.

Her tongue would softly curcple your nipple, dry lips wrapping around it to trap it, all for herself. Her hand would slowly find it's way inside your pajama pants, long fingers sliding through your lips. She'd toy with you slick, because she knows it's there because of her. She'd bathe in the feeling of your clit pulsing for her before sliding her fingers inside, massagnig your inner walls. She'd coo in your ear, because you're just so precious when she's inside you like this. You turn into a ragdoll, and you can't do anything but whimper for her. You'd depend on her, especially in moments like this.

She'd give it to you every morning. She'd never hesitate to obey every command your body gives her.

Then she'd watch you make breakfast with your ears still red from getting taken by her so early in the morning. You'd sit in her lap while you'd eat breakfast. She'd feed you pieces of her bacon, and you'd give her bites from your egg. She'd give small pecks to your soft lips, to kiss away droplets of coffee.

She gets torn out from her daydream though by another text. She looks at it through half lidden eyes.

ringo: we made too many :(

taigen: that's what u get for always going overboard

you: mizu !!!

you: do you want some? i think you'd love pinagong!!!

Mizu smiles to herself as she reads the text. Maybe she isn't fine with how things are right now. Maybe she does need to make a move.

mizu: yeah

mizu: omw.

Maybe...she could stop by the flower shop and get some peonies.

Just maybe.

#blue eye samurai #bes mizu #blue eye samurai mizu #bes x reader #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu x reader #mizu fanfic #fanfiction #bes smut #smut

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cheeseceli · 9 months

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Skz reaction to their s/o listening to angry music

Pairing: ot8 skz × gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: I'm pretty sure this is fluff

Request: "i was wondering if u could write like a reaction of skz when they find out that yn is listening to angry music (metal, rage rap,..)"

A/N: I AM SO LATE with this request, I'm so so sorry😭 it took me a while to figure out how i wanted to write this but I hope you like it nevertheless! Also first time I use dividers and I think it's so cute (credits in the end of the post)

Bang Chan

I think he would be so surprised?? Mainly if your music taste doesn't match your appearance

Like imagine you wear such soft clothes and then you're listening to rage in your headphones

He would be tempted to make more songs like this to stray kids though

And would ask for your opinion ofc, might even put your name in the credits

Will also send tiktoks he finds about angry music all the time

And if he ever gets to know one of your favourite artists (this man knows the whole entertainment industry atp) he will let you know and might even bring you an autograph

Lee Know

He would find out your music taste when you guys made one of those matchings in spotify

He swore you guys would be more than 90% compatible

you were only 34%

he is in shock

But he listens to every single song that shows up on the matching

Might even add some to his favourites

Will let you know his opinions too

And if another member likes angry music as well, he will mention you in the conversation

He might even use this as a way to bring you closer to the members

His s/o and his best friends, he would love that

Changbin

If you like angry rap he is now taking notes lmao

Will try to incorporate it in his own rap

Takes you to concerts!!

Buy you merch!!

Tries to meet with your favourite artists!!

Makes angry music for skz!!

Will do everything and anything when it comes to your likings, including musical taste

And he would add angry music in your karaoke nights

He is screaming from the top of his lungs into the mic but he is so happy lol

Please scream with him, thank you

Hyunjin

I feel like he always knew that

It was probably one of the first things he knew about you

And even though he might not like this musical genre personally, he will probably listen to it sometimes and will have some of your songs in his playlist

But he likes it the most when he is driving and you play one of your playlists on the radio

When you sing along>>

And!!

If you know the story behind one of the artists/songs PLEASE tell him

He would love to listen to you explain it to him

Han

You can't convince me that this man doesn't have some songs like that in his playlist as well

He goes to the gym listening to the most agressive songs ever

So he actually is pretty happy you guys have something else in common

And if you guys like the same artist or the same song, he is in heaven

Specially if it's metal

Nothing will change my mind, he listens to metal a lot

And agressive rap

Will also incorporate to his rap sometimes and maybe will even put some references to your favourite artists on the lyrics

Will add a lot of your recommendations to his playlist

Felix

Tried to do a matching on spotify as well and was in shock with how many metal and rap was there

Asks you to make a playlist for him recommending some songs

Will show your recs to the members as well

Suddenly all the dorm is listening to metal

And if you ever think that his voice could match one of your favourites songs, he would be so honoured fr

Like, you're making an association between a thing that you love and him, he is so genuinely happy

Will try to sing it ofc

Seungmin

He is other one who I think will probably not like the genre that much

But will listen to it whenever you listen to it

He really likes to share an earphone with you

If you're up to it, so is he

And also likes to pick which song you're listening to

Will make a whole queue for you to listen

And if he ever comes across to another angry music, he is sending it to you immediately

I.N

Now that they have personal instagram accounts (I'm so happy lmao) he will post a picture on his stories and will let you choose the song

So he is wearing the cutest outfit but rage is playing on the background

He finds it pretty cool ngl

And since we're talking about fashion

He would love to see how your musical taste reflects on your clothes, if it does

It's so interesting he swears

He would also spoil you with merch and concerts

I believe he would try to listen to some angry music to try to impress you lmao

Like you'd be listening to some music and somehow he knows the artist, the album and even the release date

Pretend you didn't see him search everything on google

Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Dividers by @cafekitsune (thank you btw!)

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chateautae · 1 year

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maybe i do: “welcome home, cheater” | kth. (m)

➵ summary: when the news of ned fulmer from the try guys cheating on his long-term wife hits the internet, you’re quick to remind your husband exactly what will happen if he ever thinks about cheating on you.

↳ part of the maybe i do series!

this drabble can be read as a stand alone, but it is highly recommended to read the series!

➵ pairing: ceo!taehyung x wife!reader

➵ genre: arranged marriage!au, established relationship!au, comedy, fluff, smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 8k

➵ warnings: swearing, itty bitty angst, so much floofy fluff though, dom!reader, sub!tae, pregnancy sex, restraint, bottom mid!tae 😏, rIDING, denied orgasm, hand-jobbing, oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, cum play, overstimulation, dirty talk, slight possession kink, licking, multiple orgasms, agressive but then mushy sex, creampie as always <3

➵ a/n: please excuse the ridiculous word count, i’m attempting to work through writing a sequel for the maybe i do series, so these “drabbles” are just me experimenting with the content! i’ll provide more details when I can heheh <33 thank you endlessly to the anons who sent me mail and birthed this drabble!! i hope you enjoy and your feedback is always appreciated!

“Princess, I’m home!”

“Welcome home, you goddamn cheater.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed faster than he could shrug off his coat, perplexedly pouting his lips. He removed his shoes and neatly stored them away, fitting into his house slippers as he ventured further into your home—he found you resting in the main area in all your 9-month, very pregnant cuteness.

Your bottom lip was protruding, staring angrily at the iPad you had perched on your swollen stomach. Taehyung admired you wearing one of his wool cardigans that was entirely oversized, draped over a thin shirt that showed off your baby bump, cotton sleeping shorts hugging your hips.

Approaching you with a grin he couldn’t wipe off his face, Taehyung’s tone was mellifluously sweet. “Why hello there, beautiful wife of mine.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, expression crabby as ever. “Hello, cheating husband of mine.”

Despite your words, Taehyung was completely hung up on your grumpy little lips. Any other man would've gotten angry at such accusations, but Taehyung was far from irritated. He knew you too well—you’re simply upset about something else—so he lightly chuckled, set his things down on the coffee table, and seated himself by your hip.

He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. “Princess, I’m gonna assume you’re playing a joke, because you know better than anyone I just spent the entire day working in my office, not cheating on you.”

Grumbling, you bitterly folded your arms, mood absolutely trashed after what you read in the news today. “Did you know that Ned Fulmer cheated on his wife?”

“The who did what now?” He asked incredulously.

“Ned Fulmer, one of the guys from the Try Guys?”

“The Try who?”

“Ugh!” You huffed, shutting off your iPad and tossing it aside. “They’re these guys on Youtube, babe. Basically, one of the members cheated on his long-term wife with some chick at work. They even have two kids.”

“Wow,” Taehyung’s expression hazed over with disapproval, clasping his large, ring-slated hand over the back of the couch. He leaned closer, shaking his head in disappointment. “How long was he married to his wife?”

“10 years, honey, 10 goddamn years.”

Your husband scrunched his beautiful nose. “He threw his marriage of ten years and two kids away for some workplace fling? What’s wrong with this dude?”

You sneered, kissing your teeth. “Tae, you wouldn’t believe how common cheating is now. It’s actually sad; men and women constantly commit infidelity, whether it’s just a relationship or full-on marriage.”

“You’re right, it really is sad now,” Taehyung lamented with a sigh. “That’s never happening with us, though, everyone else can stay safe.”

You laughed dryly when Taehyung suddenly leaned forward to steal your lips. You blocked him, narrowing your eyes as his plushy petals nestled against your palm. “Excuse me? How am I supposed to know you’ll never cheat on me, lover boy?”

Taehyung confusedly pouted, peeking up to find your gaze. “That nickname is precisely why,” he wagged his long, slender finger at you—funny to think it was inside you earlier this morning. “You know better than anyone I’m so in love with you I’d grovel at your feet every second of every day.”

“Pft, and how am I supposed to trust your word?” You snipped, angrily tucking your arms back underneath your breasts. “This guy’s entire personality was made up of being head over heels for his wife and kids, and look what he did!”

“Y/N, are you seriously comparing me to some Caucasian man on YouTube?” Taehyung complained. “That makes no sense.”

“It does!” You yelped. “Trust is so fickle these days I’m surprised the world hasn’t slipped into chaos.”

Taehyung sighed as he grasped one of your crossed arms, speaking gently. “Y/N, you can always trust me, okay? I’d never cheat on you—you’re my baby.”

“How am I supposed to know that?” You interrogated. “Did you know that Adam Levine also cheated on his supermodel wife? And she’s pregnant too!”

“Alright, I get the cause for concern.” Taehyung contended, softly clasping the back of your hand. “But these men aren’t me, Jagiya. You know I’m different—you know you’re the most precious thing in my life.”

“I know,” you quietly whispered, despondency tainting your words. “It just makes you realize how little marriage and love means to people these days, Tae. There’s no defense against someone who could see your ring and simply not give a shit about me—people have just stopped caring about whether someone is married or not, anyone could try to tempt you.”

“And you know I’d collect every star in the universe to prove to you how much our marriage means to me, Princess.” Taehyung reassured you, brushing his delicate fingers into your hair, thumb gliding across the apple of your cheek. “No other woman will ever tempt me, baby. I don’t care if she’s royalty or a damn supermodel, you’re all those things to me. Nobody compares to you.”

His words manifested a soft, kindling flame within your chest, warming you from the inside. You sighed, knowing he’s telling the truth. Taehyung would never be one to cheat, but your anger at the world was just too overbearing right now, kissing your teeth. “Whatever.”

Your husband exhaled with defeat, pulling his lips to the side with sympathy. He shuffled closer and attempted to wrap his arms around you, but you halted him. “No, I don’t want you to hug me right now.”

Eyes widening, Taehyung stuttered. “But baby–”

“And you know what? No sex until after I give birth to this baby. Fuck men and their callous need to stick their dicks into everything.”

“What?!” Taehyung abruptly rose from the couch, gesturing with confusion. “What do you mean no sex?”

“You heard me; come near me with your dick and I’ll chomp it off.” You accusingly pointed at him. “And just to be clear, if you ever cheat on me, I will tear off your balls and sell them on the black market.”

Taehyung stood utterly flabbergasted, mouth agape. “Princess—”

“In fact, I’ll run away with our child to some secret location and never contact you again, asshole!”

“Wha–” Taehyung struggled to respond, utterly blindsided. “Wow, okay, so you really think I’d be the type to cheat and now you’re ruling no sex over some other idiots’ scandal?”

“So what?” You scoffed. “Is that all you care about? The goddamn sex?”

“No!” Taehyung indignantly shouted. “What I care about is you punishing me for something some other dumbass did. I’d never cheat on you!”

“That’s what they all say!”

Taehyung tightly pursed his lips at your comeback, left standing with, funny enough, his dick in his hands. “Okay, fine. But can we still do oral?

Chewing on the request, you decided to be bratty. “No, you deserve a full punishment.”

“So you won’t let me eat you out?”

“No.”

“What about riding my face?”

“No.”

Taehyung clenched his jaw tightly. “Can I still finger you?”

“No.”

“Touch you down there?”

“No.”

“Hold or lick your boobs?”

“No!”

“What the fuck!” Taehyung yelped, grunting petulantly. With his tongue tied, he felt powerless in diffusing this situation, only brewing with offense. He lifted a troubled hand to his forehead, sighing deeply. “You know what, baby? I’m gonna go to bed, and I’m gonna let you cool down. Whether I wake up tomorrow morning with you beside me or not, I’ll respect your feelings.”

Your husband huffed before grabbing his briefcase and turning on his heel as he mumbled incoherently, veering towards your staircase. You clenched your teeth tight enough your jaw began to ache, hating this.

“I’m still gonna love you in the morning, Tae.” You quietly said, listening to his footsteps halt. “I’m just really pissed off right now.”

Exhaling, Taehyung silently accepted your words before he ascended the stairs, frustration still running amok in his mind.

11:12 PM: guys, i think im going to jump off the 56th floor of my building tomorrow

dumbass jk: bro, what the hell happened??

Jiminie: taehyungie, are you okay? what happened?

Taehyung ran a stressed hand through his hair as he exhaled loudly, seated on his bed without a shirt, pajama bottoms hugging his hips, typing on his phone between his thighs. You still haven’t come to bed yet, and Taehyung felt his heart growing heavier by the minute.

namjoon-hyung: why the melodramatics today taehyung

jin hyung: can you guys shut up? I literally just went to sleep

dumbass jk: just mute the damn chat, jin hyung

jin hyung: oh shit

jin hyung: you’re right

dumbass jk: dumbass move, jin hyung

11:21 PM: the only dumbass here is you, jungkook

dumbass jk: you still have me saved as ‘dumbass jk’, don’t you?

11:22 PM: yes

dumbass jk: motherfucker

dumbass jk: won’t be much of a dumbass if i send y/n an entire paragraph about how much i admire her, now would I?

dumbass jk: maybe i’ll call her right now and tell her her husband’s a jackass

11:35 PM: dude, don’t even, she’s the reason i might jump off my building tomorrow

11:36 PM: but i can’t even because our son is gonna be born soon

11:36 PM: frickin’ kids

jin-hyung: taehyung my bro, i’ll read this in the morning, i have to sleep right now but i hope everything works out between you and y/n, goodnight

11:30 PM: no worries my bro, goodnight

jiminie: taehyungie, what happened with you and Y/N? Are you guys fighting again?

11:38 PM: you say that like we fight all the time jiminie, we don’t

11:38 PM: you know how i feel about her :(

jiminie: i know, taehyungie, that’s why i’m worried about you

jiminie: what happened?

dumbass jk: yeah, they don’t fight all the time, they fuck all the time

dumbass jk: watch them have 11 kids and be like those dozen cheaper kids

namjoon-hyung: the movie’s called ‘cheaper by the dozen’ jungkook

namjoon-hyung: maybe you really are a dumbass

dumbass jk: shut the fuck up

yoongi-hyeongnim: guys, you all know jungkook’s not really a dumbass

yoongi-hyeongnim: the kid’s IQ is acc really high

dumbass jk: thank you, yoongi-hyung

dumbass jk: but you know i don’t really talk about it >_<

namjoon-hyung: why is nobody focusing on the fact that taehyung wants to jump off a building?

jiminie: i am!

11:47 PM: thank you namjoon!!

yoongi-hyeongnim: taehyung-ah, what did my baby sister do

11:48 PM: hyung, do you know who the ‘try guys’ are? I think they’re these american youtubers?

yoongi-hyeongnim: who?

jiminie: omg, is this about that guy cheating on his wife or something?

11:50 PM: yes! y/n’s pissed at me because she’s lost faith in all married/committed people because of him

11:51 PM: like who tf is this guy and how do i sue him

dumbass jk: omg, same here. My wife saw the news and ever since she’s been in her ‘i don’t need no man, men are trash’ mood

dumbass jk: the woman told me to suck my own dick ffs

namjoon-hyung: damn, jk, your wife really is your match

dumbass jk: damn straight she is

jiminie: okay but tae, what exactly happened? y/n’s mad at you because of this guy cheating on his wife? She thinks you’ll cheat on her too?

11:59 PM: yes!

yoongi-hyeongnim: sounds just like my sister

12:00 AM: sorry for the tmi hyung but your sister is now claiming abstinence because she’s mad at me

12:01 AM: you know I’d never cheat on her

yoongi-hyeongnim: i know you wouldn’t taehyung

yoongi-hyeongnim: i mean i’d kill you if you ever did

yoongi-hyeongnim: but my baby sister doesn’t 100% know that. She just hates cheating, and she’s a hopeless romantic who overthinks a lot

yoongi-hyeongnim: she’ll probably be fine soon. talk to her, try proving to her that you’d never cheat

12:03 AM: okay, i’ll go check if she’s fine now, maybe i’ll call my flower guy and get her some peonies

12:36 AM: SHE JUST CHUCKED THE FLOWERS AT ME AND STARTED CRYING

12:35 AM: SHE ACTUALLY HATES ME

dumbass jk: somebody remind me to write y/n in my will

jiminie: shit tae, i’m so sorry, maybe y/n just needs some space right now :(

namjoon-hyung: yeah, just call it a night and maybe check on her tomorrow?

namjoon-hyung: also, don’t know if anyone’s considered this but doesn’t y/n have trust issues from her last relationship? I remember her telling me at jungkook’s engagement party

Taehyung paused then, staring off into space as he contemplated his own stupidity. Of course you’d feel so strongly about something like this; you’re no stranger to being cheated on, and the trauma of that scarred you so horribly that you and Taehyung nearly didn’t make it as a couple.

Taehyung smacked his forehead.

12:38 AM: fuck… joon, you’re right

12:38 AM: how did i not think of that

namjoon-hyung: it’s alright, i just remembered y/n telling me about her shitty ex that day and how she cherishes the way you make her feel completely safe and secure in comparison, like she never has to worry about how much you love her

namjoon-hyung: i remembered because it kinda made me jealous of your relationship, and i’d hoped my wife feels the same way about me

dumbass jk: oh shit, i just remembered too

dumbass jk: y/n told me as marriage advice that i should make my wife feel the way you make y/n feel, tae

dumbass jk: i remembered she said loved, you make her feel really loved, bro

jiminie: ah, then y/n’s upset because not only is it triggering her trauma, but it’s making her question how much you really love her, taehyungie

jiminie: she doesn’t hate you rn, she just hates the fact that she’s even questioning whether you’d cheat on her or not because of this guy’s infidelity? and maybe other people’s disregard for loyalty in a relationship altogether

namjoon-hyung: definitely, i suggest you give her some space for now, take it slowly with reconciling things

dumbass jk: yeah man, she may need time to deal with everything

yoongi-hyeongnim: just talked to her and yup, i’m not saying much but these guys are kinda on the nose

Sighing, Taehyung felt stupid for not having put the pieces together himself. Perhaps it really had nothing to do with himself, but rather your fear that your relationship could be destroyed by somebody else, and trigger your deeply-rooted trust issues—it wouldn’t be the first time, and the recent news of these supposedly committed men cheating must’ve only animated your fears.

With his shoulders drooping, Taehyung sent his last few texts in his group chat.

12:53 AM: thanks, guys, this really means a lot

12:53 AM: i’m gonna give her the space she needs

12:53 AM: i’ll update everyone later, and jungkook, you better find a way to sue this man with me

dumbass jk: calling my mother-in-law and wife this instant

dumbass jk: will get back to you with a lawsuit homie <3

You were startled awake when the sudden crash of thunder tore you from your sleep. Gasping, you breathed heavily as you fearfully caught the sight of white lightning splitting through the sky, soon followed by another roar of thunder.

It was later that night, possibly around 4AM. You’d gone up to bed after having sulked enough about how shitty people can be, even waddled your way to your bed where Taehyung was sound asleep. You exhaled exhaustively as you settled in beside him, admiring his handsome face and shirtless body illuminated by the moonlight before shutting your eyes.

You weren’t angry with him, not exactly. You were upset that your own stupidly anxious mind was conjuring up alternate scenarios where Taehyung may really not love you like you think, or could be tempted by the possibility of somebody else. Yes, he proved his love for you everyday, in everything he said and did, but you couldn’t help the doubtful voices weaving together convincing arguments in your head.

Love really is so fickle these days. Even if Taehyung would never cheat on you, there’s no guarantee another person wouldn’t tirelessly pursue your drop-dead gorgeous husband. Many people don’t consider a wedding ring to be a stopping point, rather an obstacle to overcome or a challenge they wouldn’t mind taking on—not to mention people develop feelings despite someone’s taken status.

And considering how much of a catch Taehyung is? You’re positive enough people have fantasized about having him in bed.

You grimaced at that, having fallen asleep with the harrowing idea of anyone attempting to illustrate those thoughts, by subtly coming onto him or finding shameless ways to flirt.

What if they’re successful one day? And to think Ned Fulmer’s situation happened at work as well. What if people Taehyung worked with often attempted to seduce him? Lure him into their trap? Don’t care for his ring and plan to slowly tear him away from you?

You felt a shiver trickle down your spine.

You’re not sure when sleep overcame you, but you were wide awake now as your heart quivered in your chest, clutching your sheets to your naked top as the storm raged outside.

Turning over, you failed to find Taehyung in bed and only spotted the imprint he left behind, heightening your concern. There was no need to fret, however, when you suddenly heard quick footsteps outside your slightly ajar bedroom door, soon swinging open to reveal a pair of worried, coffee-brown eyes.

“Y/N, fuck, are you okay?” Taehyung’s voice dripped with concern. “That was loud as fuck; even I jumped.”

Still panting, you merely blinked, swallowing back your anxiety. “I… um, I don’t know. I just got scared awake.”

At this very moment, you felt like you stumbled upon a crossroads; Taehyung came barging into your room because he knew you were afraid of thunderstorms, and his beautiful chocolate eyes were melting with the utmost consideration for you. But after earlier today, you felt undeserving of his care—you all but told the man you had no faith in his commitment.

But you were yearning for his comfort right now, considering he always held you until you fell asleep on nights like this. Unfortunately, you’d dug your own grave and forced a wedge between you two, so you can’t go back on your word now.

“Why… why are you up?” You observed the tousled nature of his cute, slightly curly hair, glasses adorning his striking face, his pajama bottoms still snug around him. “I thought you were in bed.”

“I was,” Taehyung fought back a yawn, removing his glasses so his index finger and thumb could rub his slightly puffy, tired eyes. “Just got a call from San Fran; had to take it.”

His husky, sleep-laden voice immediately lit a fire inside you, squishing your thighs together. How could the man manage to ignite your bones with something so simple? And when he was meant to be the object of your anger right now?

Sighing, you peered elsewhere, furtively subduing your arousal. Taehyung also fell silent as he quietly gazed at you, leaned against the doorframe, causing the pouring rain outside to be deafeningly loud. You shuffled in bed, fixing the covers you’d ruined, only to be frightened again by yet another thunderous blast of the storm.

Yelping, fear flooded your eyes—you reached out your arms on instinct. “Taehyung…”

Taehyung didn’t waste a second; he removed his slippers and crawled into bed next to you, clutching you tightly into his warm chest. His fingers slid into your hair and began massaging through with a slow, relaxing pace. You tightly hugged his torso when another crash scared you—he squeezed you reassuringly in response. “Hey, shh, you’re fine. I’m here.”

Despite your anger, his affectionate, deep voice was like the sweetest of honey. You clung to him, face burying into his neck. Thunderstorms had always triggered your anxiety, but Taehyung’s presence was like soothing balm to an open wound, a warm fire on a frigid winter night, the embrace of a cozy, dry towel after you’d been soaked by rain water.

You melted into him as his ministrations caused sleep to beckon your conscious, eyes fluttering shut as your head lulled.

His chest became a resting place for your sleepy head, dozing off before you could acknowledge that your body went completely still, ridden of all fear. You sensed him kiss your hair somewhere between sleep and reality, and your heart fluttered, remembering the caress of your satin sheets as he laid you atop.

You didn’t know exactly when, but he fell asleep beside you, too. Warm arms cradled your swollen tummy in the dark, pressing your back into his broad chest that felt like home.

“Yes, you’re to keep Y/N’s ideas for this, I don’t care what Mr. Lim is saying. No, I won’t tolerate anything else. My wife made those plans with her goddamn heart and soul and I won’t have anyone messing with them. What the fuck? Absolutely not, like I said we’re not changing anything and I’ve always made it clear that this is Y/N’s building. We’re moving forward with her plans, they’re better than anyone else’s.”

The next morning, yawns attacked you profusely in your kitchen as you listened to Taehyung scold someone over the phone in the library. His conversation intrigued you—it was useless fighting back the smile on your face as he defended you so valiantly.

The only details you knew about his call were the ones pertaining to a board member vehemently disagreeing with your proposals for Taehyung’s new subsidiary. Mr. Lim preferred a much more strict, cooperate system that in your honest opinion, defeated the entire purpose of the subsidiary in the first place. Your ideas were avant-garde and bold, which was exactly what your husband wanted. The subsidiary was meant to be a place that nurtured young minds in an innovative, non restrictive environment.

In all honesty, you had a suspicion that Mr. Lim was acting all holier-than-thou and abusing his power simply because of your relationship with Taehyung. He was clearly prejudiced towards young people. You did not care, though—who better than to embody Taehyung’s vision than you, his wife?

It also wasn’t your fault you were extremely talented and damn good at your job, nor that you happened to be the CEO’s wife—you were your own person.

Despite the pride swirling within your chest listening to Taehyung however, you soon felt your heart become heavy—you started considering how horribly you’d been questioning his fidelity or being tempted by another possible lover. He clearly loved you, why else would he be gallantly defending you right now?

Sighing, you slowly mixed through your peanut butter jar as you recalled last night, devastated by the thought that Taehyung could still feel so deeply for you when you treated him so unfairly. You drowned in a myriad of thoughts; even in the middle of preparing your breakfast, your insecurities flourished, practically taunting you with the distasteful possibilities of any infidelity occurring in your relationship.

You and Taehyung had only been married for just over two years, who’s to say you’d both even make it to 5 years? 10? 20? People married for even 30 long years found themselves divorcing, only driving your optimism about this into the ground.

You kissed your teeth as you slathered peanut butter onto your bread, soon clasping the plate to transfer it to your island where the strawberry jam sat. You couldn’t take this anymore; all your overthinking mind would do is cause you to spiral out of control, eventually finding yourself in a goddamn psych ward.

Scoffing at yourself, you whirled around to nab the jar of jam, but in the process of doing so, baby Kim decided to wriggle about in your stomach. You softly exclaimed at his knees jabbed you, a hand nestling over your tummy.

The ache subsided, and so you continued, taking another step towards the island, only for the baby to unexpectedly kick you so forcefully, you groaned with discomfort. You lost some of your footing, soon losing your grip on the plate altogether when baby Kim unexpectedly struck your ribs so hard, you doubled over in pain.

The plate shattered all over your marble tiles, yelping as your hip crashed into the side of your island, struggling to stand. Your heart sped up numerous beats, panic invading your bloodstream.

“Taehyung! Taehyung!” You shouted with urgency, anxiously breathing through the sharp ache. “Taehyung!”

“Y/N!” You heard him holler. “What happened?!”

Taehyung ran into the scene of a broken plate and your weak hold on the counter, his eyes widening in horror. He immediately bolted to your side and curled an arm around your figure, the other supporting your hand to safely situate you on your feet.

“My God, Princess, are you okay?” He queried shakily, his vision landing on the plate in front of you, then your round stomach. “Was it the baby?”

Still recovering, you nodded, clutching your bump.

His expression revealed utter devastation. His kind hands cradled your stomach as he checked you numerous times, profusely asking. “Did he hurt you? Are you in pain?”

When you assured him of neither, he grimaced at the mess of shattered glass, your husband immediately transporting you several steps away from the shards. His features became etched with worry once he clasped your face between his palms.

“Did the glass hurt you? Did you step on anything?”

You shook your head as you peered up at him, hypnotized by his tender care. Taehyung ran another scan of you before suddenly spotting your leg—he kissed his teeth. He knelt down, gently stroking his thumb over a cut he found bleeding on your shin.

“Fuck, a shard nipped you.” He cursed, rising to his feet and clasping your hand. He allocated a seat for you by the dining table, taking another careful look at your cut.

His concentrated face honestly stirred something inside you, watching him and his delicate fingers with sincere admiration. His hands were so careful and nimble as they handled you, treating you with the utmost care. After inspecting your cut, he cupped your cheek, coasting his thumb across the apple. He studied your face again, possibly searching for signs of pain.

“Okay, it’s not serious.” He informed, stretching up to his full height. “Stay here while I clean up the glass, then I’ll take care of your cut, okay?” He cooed, affectionately running his thumb over your cheek before he sauntered towards the kitchen.

You watched as he casually grabbed a kitchen towel and wrapped it around his fist, squatting down to the floor. He carefully began collecting the broken pieces in his clothed palm. You couldn’t help but think he appeared so… manly, husbandly. He worked with such grace and care but a sexy amount of focus, tending to each broken piece with indescribable patience, and it reminded you of how he treats you.

With grace and patience; Taehyung has always treated you with immense care since the day you met him, and to think that very same man is now cleaning a mess of your doing in your kitchen, ensuring you were safe and pain-free before he did anything else.

Your heart swelled, gulping as you observed him. He’d foregone a shirt today, simply walking around in his grey Louis Vuitton sweatpants, causing your insides to twist at the arousing image. Your eyes followed him in awe, watching his taut muscles ripple in his back as he worked, or the beautiful network of veins sprawling down his arms.

You didn’t even notice when he finished and had grabbed the first aid kit, stepping towards you. He knelt down again, unearthing the necessary products. At that very moment, his phone vibrated in his pocket, indicating a call. Taehyung kissed his teeth and fished out his phone, sneaking a glimpse at the caller ID. It was Mr. Lim, but Taehyung declined it with ease, tucking his phone away.

“Shouldn’t you take that?”

“Not important right now.”

Taehyung then paid his undivided attention to you. Your pussy clenched and your lips curved, a hand of yours thoughtlessly weaving through Taehyung’s tousled, luscious locks in silent adoration—he smirked, but wet his lips as he scrutinized your injury.

Perching your foot on his thigh, Taehyung cleaned the cut precariously, comforting you with strokes when the alcohol stung you. He then softly applied scar ointment, fingers caressing you as though you were the finest sheet of satin. His touch felt electric, sucking in a small breath whenever he skimmed your inner thigh or left his heat searing into your skin—your heart was hammering against your chest.

After bandaging you up, he collected the first aid kit and stood to his feet, cradling your chin in his palm as he peered down at you. You stared back up at him with round, doe eyes, remembering all the times he’d treated any injury of yours—he’s always been so caring.

“I’ll make you breakfast.” He purred with a handsome smile, running his thumb over your bottom lip. His eyes lingered on your plushy petal as he lightly tugged on it, as though he were storming with the desire to kiss you. You watched him bite his own before he decided against it, slipping his hand away to end up fixing you another sandwich just how you liked.

You swear your heart was going to pulverize your ribs.

For the next couple of days, all you did was watch Taehyung, closely observing every little gesture, movement, and consideration he made for you on a daily basis. It was truly fascinating, like making observations for your own personal research question; would Taehyung ever really cheat on you?

And in fact… he wouldn’t, you thought, because the amount of affection that poured out of that man for you was astounding. Taehyung always tended to the mundane things you were required to do in a day; fixing a snack for you, cleaning up after dinner, even draping you with a blanket when it was across the room, all without you asking.

He had a habit of massaging you with lotion after you showered, and this time, despite the invisible barrier between you two, he still tended to your achy muscles as usual, silently ironing out the kinks. He accompanied you to your monthly appointment, picked up heavy things for you, ran your bath water for you, helped you put on your jewelry or brush your hair.

He never hesitated to bend down and tie your shoes for you either, or purchase your pregnancy vitamins, or silently join you and cuddle whenever he found you bingeing anime. He always prepared a fresh pot of coffee for you in the morning, tidied your art supplies after you’d used them, worked on his laptop in bed as his other hand massaged your scalp to rid you of your pesky headaches.

The man even came to you one evening when you were reading on your swing in your backyard. He was hesitant and awkwardly cute when he spoke, but endearingly thoughtful.

“Hey, Y/N.” He stood in the doorway of your home, leaning against the frame.

Eyes flitting towards him in his dress shirt and loosened tie, you raised a brow in question.

He scratched the back of his neck, pursing his lips as he timidly toed the ground. “Why don’t we, um… grab some dinner tonight?” He asked with uncertainty. “We haven’t gone out on a date in a while—we could go to your favourite place?”

It shocked you; you knew he was particularly busy and hadn’t talked to you much throughout the day because of it. “I thought you were busy today.”

“I am,” he peered elsewhere. “But that doesn’t come in the way of me making time for you.”

Chest pierced by a heart-shaped arrow, you swallowed, cheeks threatening to warm up. Slowly considering his idea, you… agreed. It was true, you hadn’t gone out with Taehyung much since you got pregnant, and he honestly kind of just charmed you.

Closing your book, you sent him a small smile. “I’d like that.”

For the rest of the evening, Taehyung treated you like a Princess, but not in an overtly manner, in a subtle, touching way a man should always treat his woman. He opened doors for you, offered his jacket to you, chose your favourite little restaurant and spoke to you with a heart-warming amount love and respect.

The man also offered you the space you needed without having to tell him, and it felt out-of-this-world. He didn’t annoyingly pester you or bother you, nor push or prod you. He allowed you the time you needed to simmer down, mainly keeping to himself, but never letting it compromise the way he treated you.

Suddenly you could feel his love for you in his touch and behaviour, whether brief or all-consuming, and primarily felt it in his attentive, loving actions—that’s when everything fell into place.

This man genuinely was in love with you, and there’s no way in hell he’d ever cheat.

Even when Dr. Ing informed him that you two would have to take sex more slowly considering you’re in the last trimester of your pregnancy, Taehyung didn’t react with negativity at all, which even shocked your gyneacologist—she’d informed you that most fathers usually hated the no sex news.

But your husband wasn’t like other men. He didn’t berate you nor grimace at the idea of not getting his dick wet for a few months, no, the man actually suggested that the wait period be longer, that you’d both abstain from sex all together until well after you gave birth.

“But Dr. Ing, I think 4-6 weeks isn’t enough. I’ve read that a woman’s organs aren’t even situated in the right place by that time, not to mention other postpartum complications like Y/N’s mental health. This time frame seems too small for me.”

“You’re welcome to adopt a longer time frame if you’d like, Mr. Kim. I was only suggesting the regular minimum wait time since you and your wife are quite sexually active.”

“Sexually active or not, I prefer to wait longer—I’d rather my wife’s body and mind be completely healed before I think about sex.”

You were left utterly stunned; how could you think he would ever cheat on you? That he could be swayed by someone else when he so clearly treated you like the most precious thing in his life? He cherished your well-being more than his own pleasure, which is more than you can say for the majority of men.

Taehyung was not only a loving husband but a respectful, caring gentleman, and you must’ve been smoking a wild string of crack to wrongfully believe he’s capable of disrespecting your marriage with infidelity.

When you’d both arrived home after your appointment, you couldn’t stand for this stupid barrier you created in the first place.

As Taehyung unlooped his tie in your mirror downstairs, you felt your body react on its own accord, fuelled by days worth of tension and hating yourself for your idiocy.

The way his jaw sexily clenched as he scrutinized his tie injected burning arousal into your bloodstream, prompting you to approach him.

He was unbuttoning his sleeves now, driving you feral once you caught a glimpse of his veiny, breath-taking hands and fingers working away.

You snapped.

Grabbing his wrist, your husband turned to you confused, slightly tilting his head. “Y/N?”

You sent him to the most tenacious look in the world, clasping his tie, and turning on your heel, suddenly dragging Taehyung across the floor. The man reluctantly followed you, spewing numerous questions about your behaviour.

“Baby, woah, what are you doing? Are you okay?”

You led him up the steps, continuing to lug him down your corridor until you were inside your bedroom. You swung him into the center and shut the door behind you, finding Taehyung’s beautifully puzzled face.

“Princess, what's gotten into you?” He incredulously asked. “Is something going on?”

Silent, you marched up to him, locked your feline-like gaze with his, and shoved him onto your bed. Taehyung’s large body toppled backwards, his eyes wide once you approached him and forced his wrists against the sheets.

“Woah, babe—”

Within a second, you attacked his lips with a fiery kiss, shutting him up. Taehyung froze for only a second before he melted into your kiss, lightly groaning when your tongue begged to enter his mouth. You splayed yourself over his hips, clothed sex nestling over his crotch as you leaned down over him, devouring his lips.

Taehyung untangled a hand from your grasp and weaved it through your hair, deepening your kiss. He smashed your mouths together harder when you lightly grinded over him, feeling his length slowly harden underneath you.

His mouth moved with unbridled desire, tongue locking with yours to swirl around, tasting you. Once you started sensing him wanting control, you shut him down, grabbing his hand in your hair and pinning it back on the sheets, causing Taehyung to break your sloppy kiss.

“Baby, this is really hot, but what are you—”

“Get to the top of our bed. Now.”

“What?” His eyes adorably rounded.

“I said now, Taehyung.”

Pouting his slightly swollen lips in confusion, he obliged, shuffling up the sheets until he was by your headboard. He leaned back on his elbows, slightly dilated pupils observing you closely.

Without a minute to waste, you zipped the front of your maternity dress down until your boobs spilled out. You crawled onto the sheets and swung a leg over his delicious thighs, straddling him. With an eager lick of your lips, you instantly attacked Taehyung’s Gucci belt, unbuckling the pesky thing with haste before entirely ripping the damn thing from his waistband.

It clattered on the floor, and Taehyung perched himself into a seated position, his expression riddled with shock as his palms cupped your waist. “Woah, Y/N, are you going to do what I think you’re—”

Your husband was interrupted by you unzipping his dress pants and attempting to shuffle them down, Taehyung suddenly gesturing with panic. “Baby, wait, I don’t know if we should have sex when you’re this pregnant—”

Feeling too goddamn horny to think about that right now, you gently caressed your palm over his hardening bulge, and Taehyung twitched, his hands tightening around your waist.

“Fuck, baby.” He breathed, shutting his eyes as arousal coursed through him. “Don’t fucking do that to me.”

Smirking, you quickly tore down his pants and boxers, revealing his solid cock standing tall and proud. The mere sight of him ignited your bones, panties wetter than the Pacific. You hovered over his dick and aligned yourself with him, pushing your underwear to the side with impatience.

Taehyung’s eyes flew open, squeezing your sides. “Princess, I swear if you—”

Grabbing his shaft, you irrationally sunk down on him, groaning pleasurably as you pierced yourself over his thick, veiny cock. Taehyung’s thigh muscles jolted, letting a deep, chesty groan escape him. His fingers dug into your hips, watching with awe as he entered you.

You shoved him within you deeply, stifling your moan as he filled you to the brim. Your hands clasped onto his dress shirt, scrunching the material in your fists as you managed the size of him, your lips brushing his own. Taehyung breathed unevenly, your warm breaths fanning across each other’s wet, swollen lips.

“Y/N…” He panted, half-lidded, blissed out eyes flickering to your face. “Why—”

Fed up with his questions, you tugged him towards you and collided your mouths, sweeping him into a spell-binding kiss. He groaned as you simultaneously lifted your hips and smashed down over him, squeezing his dick tightly through the process. He shuddered when your walls smothered him, and you dared to do it again, clenching your pussy so firmly he practically growled against your lips.

“Y/N… I swear to fucking God I will—”

But you shut him up again, smiling into your kiss once a scheme manifested in your head. You shoved Taehyung back down on your mattress, ensnaring his hands against the sheets with force. His eyes sparkled with awe, gazing at your body with insatiable lust.

“Babe–” And you lost all composure, using your position to elevate your hips before sinking him back inside you, even circling your hips to feel his elongated, hard member caress the inside of your velvety walls. Your husband groaned deeply beneath you, fighting your grip.

But you overpowered him, using your weight to trap him completely as you began fucking yourself over his dick, whimpering with pleasure that rippled throughout your entire being like currents. Your sex was aching, dripping with an abudnance of cum all over him. His monster cock slid in and out of you effortlessly, bouncing on him before you could rightfully relish in teasing him.

“Fuck.” Taehyung gritted beneath you, a string of curses and your name leaving his mouth. He attempted to drill into you from underneath, but you only asserted your dominance in retaliation, carnal eyes telling him who exactly was in charge .

“I don’t think so, Mr. Kim.” You tutted, gripping his chin and forcing him to look you in the eye. “You don’t rule this game right now, Tae. I do.”

Taehyung practically choked, laying there in absolute shock. You dipped down and kissed him hard, increasing the speed of your hips, skin slapping against his as you rode him into the goddamn sunset.

“Fuck, baby…” He shuddered, his fingers gripping yours firmly as he voraciously kissed you back. “I can’t hold back; if you don’t let me pull out right now I’ll end up a fucking minute-man.”

Proud of yourself, you simply leaned up and slowed your pace, but only to change your rhythm. You swirled him around inside you, manuevering your hips sensually, changing your pace, drawing out his bliss.

“Fuckkkk,” Taehyung cursed, tightly clamping his jaw. You were hypnotized by the sight of his sweaty skin, flushed cheeks, and hungry eyes. “Sexiest woman ever.”

Taehyung was clearly losing himself, fighting to fuck up into your pussy, but you denied him each time. His groans were heightening, increasing in speed, and close to tipping over the edge.

But you weren’t going to be simple, no. You instantly lifted off his cock and watched it throb as it stood tall and abandoned. Taehyung’s eyes flew open as though his soul was sucked out of him. “Princess, what in the mother of hell—”

Curling a hand around his shaft, you sent him a bewitching look before you began innocently hand-jobbing him, teasing him with squeezes to the head of his member. Taehyung actually lurched, profusely cursing as he battled to hold back his orgasm.

“Princess, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He pleaded, finding your mischievous, dangerous eyes. Discerning the plea in his look, you granted him mercy by wrapping your lips around his red, leaking tip, tasting a combination of yourself and him. You moaned so seductively, Taehyung violently twitched, his hands burying into your hair and gripping it.

“Shit… Princess… you’ll have me on my knees if you suck me off right now.”

Playfully smiling with his cock in your mouth, you sank down on him, groaning as his thick length entered you. Your tongue wrapped around his girthy shaft, licking him for all he’s worth. The weight of him felt exhilarating, prompting evilness to overcome you. You dragged your tongue all over his cock, even daring to dip down to his balls, and Taehyung puffed out a long string of air.

“You goddamn, witch, Y/N, I’ll end up coming in your mouth—”

And you shoved him so far within your mouth, his tip nudged the spongy end of your throat. You instinctively gagged, feeling his cock throb dangerously inside you. Taehyung brokenly shuddered, his hips propelling upwards as his hands desirously pushed you down over him.

Tears subsequently pooled your eyes as you choked, swallowing around him for reprieve, and Taehyung in fact became a minute-man.

His cum immediately shot the back of your throat, erotically sighing as his hot seed spilled all over your tongue. You swallowed most of him, pulling him out to let some of his cum trickle down his gorgeous dick, pumping him for more. You watched as the white rivers temptingly trailed over his veins, making your lady bits scream with need.

Your husband peered at you between his thighs, his eyes utterly blown out as he stroked your hair. “Y/N… I’m seconds from worshipping you like a goddess.”

His inflating and deflating chest along with his sweaty skin drove your arousal, smirking deviously at him. You knew he was sensitive right now, and you swear the power of your position jacked up your sex drive. Positioning yourself over his cock again, you sent him a lascivious grin before sheathing his tip inside your cunt.

“Oh fuck no, Y/N–!” And Taehyung had officially lost his shit when he entered you again, hand gripping your headboard above him as his other gripped your hip so tightly, he was going to leave indigo bruises.

“Y/N, holy shit holy shit holy shit.” Taehyung repeated. “Baby, I just came I can’t—“ Multiple curses left him as you resumed your previous rhythm, fucking yourself over him despite his orgasm. He barely even softened, still hard as a rock as you grinded on his thick length and rode him like your own personal toy.

Your mind was hazy with pleasure as you became drunk off your power, adoring the sight of him so clearly lost on cloud nine. Utterly consumed by him, you leaned over and clasped his chin, boring into his very soul.

“You remember this if you ever even think about another woman, Taehyung.” You hissed, but it wasn’t malicious, rather laced with sexual agression, something feral. “You remember that this is how I make you feel, that you’ll never find this with anyone else.”

Taehyung panted wildly as his eyes swam with sheer awe, marveling you in your confident, domme state.

“You’re mine, Kim Taehyung,” you gritted, shamelessly riding him. “understand that?”

Taehyung gulped, his beautiful Adam’s apple bobbing as his hands couldn’t help but wander your body, palm nestling over your pregnant tummy. “Baby, I would never—”

You immediately gripped his hands and forced them back, locking them above his head. “Say it.”

“I’m-I’m yours, Y/N.” Taehyung stuttered, expression completely overwhelmed with shock. “I’m only yours.”

“Always?” You urged him with a saccharine sweet tone, clutching his palms as you bounced over his cock that made a wet, sticky mess between you two, your face heated with lust.

“Always yours, Princess.” He cooed with conviction, breathing unevenly. “Always.”

“Good.” You declared, leaning over until your lips brushed his. “Because this is what you’ll lose if you ever think about cheating on me.” You crashed your lips against his before he could reply, teething and sucking on his lips as raw, carnal energy possessed you.

Your speed became wild, spearing yourself over his fat, throbbing length until you were gasping for air and Taehyung’s features wrought with unspeakable pleasure again. He hissed and gritted his teeth as he fought back his orgasm, watching you freely fuck his cock into your cunt until your insides clutched him so tightly, you unraveled like a wind up toy.

You screamed as you climaxed, pussy palpitating with need so desirous that Taehyung actually spilled inside you a second time. You collapsed over him, his body heaving for air too as his slightly sweaty hair curtained his gorgeous forehead.

“Mother of fucking hell…” He cursed, hands encasing your flushed body, breathing unevenly. “Hottest… woman… ever.”

He shut his eyes as a sense of relief washed over him, swallowing dryly. “Am… am I forgiven, Princess? About before?”

Weakly smiling, you lazily kissed him, nibbling your lip as your nimble fingers slid down his arms and neck, eventually settling over his chest. You began undoing his buttons, trailing kisses down his jaw to whisper in his ear. “You’re forgiven, Tae, but I’m far from finished with you.”

Taehyung’s eyes blew out instantly, cutely stumbling on his words. “Wait, baby, what do you—“

And without further ado, you restarted your merciless riding once again. You two relished in the hot, horny sex, feeling his cum drip out of you and smear all over your inner thighs and folds, but you didn’t care, driven insane by the perfect fit of his meaty cock inside you.

Your husband admired your baby bump, too, almost cushioning you with his large, protective hands just in case—it was utterly endearing.

Taehyung let out a throaty, deep groan you’d never heard before when you squeezed him as tightly as possible, nearly hearing him whine. “I swear to God, Y/N, you’re the only woman I’ll ever love. I’ll grovel at your feet and worship the ground you walk on everyday; you have me by my balls right now.”

“I’m glad,” you cooed, dragging your tongue over his lips and slowly licking his pillowy petals. “Cause they belong to me, and I’m getting every last bit of cum out of them until you remember exactly who owns you.”

It was entertaining to see your usually dominant, assertive husband suddenly so submissive and obedient, his eyes completely taken over by uncontrollable lust, in unbelievable awe of you. “Do whatever the hell you want, baby. You own my ass; I’m all fucking yours.”

Chuckling, you pecked his gorgeous lips before grabbing the hem of your maternity dress, stripping the annoying fabric off. You ripped Taehyung’s shirt open and yearned for his skin against yours, burying your lips into his neck. You pampered him with wet, hot kisses down his pulse point, driving Taehyung so wild he wrapped his gigantic arms around you and embraced you in a tight, intimate hug.

He fucked into you sensually—passionately this time, thrusting into you with considerable care. He made love to you the rest of the night, letting you fondle his balls and tease orgasms out of him like it was a game. But this time, Taehyung enjoyed being the loser, kissing you with giggles and smiles as he slid in and out of you for hours.

You eventually fall asleep somewhere, Taehyung having cleaned you up like the caring man he is. He cradled your stomach as you both laid together, kissing your shoulder before he drifted off into his slumber, whispering that he loved you, and that he'd rather die than cheat on you.

You whispered it back, chuckling to yourself once you considered how utterly stupid you were to ever think he’d betray you and your relationship.

“So, Taehyung, say it again. Who owns your ass?”

“You, baby.” He tiredly mumbled into your hair. “Always you.”

“So the only person you’ll bow down to is me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m your queen you’d serve in a heartbeat?”

“Yes.”

“The only person you’d get on your knees for?”

“Yes.”

“Could you tell me who owns your ass again? I need to record it for scientific purposes.”

“Princess, if you don’t go to sleep right now, I’ll show you who owns your ass.”

Chuckling, you breathed a sigh of relief as you nuzzled into his chest, Taehyung’s arms cradling you like his baby. You slept that night with a wide, foolish grin on your face, glad that you had Taehyung to call home, and know that he loves you too much to ever jeopardize that.

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rzyraffek · 7 months

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Platonic yandere yautja x child reader if u seen my pride um I recommend it the scene where cub nothing attacks a full grown lion but for this child reader was attacked while with a group of pups and was able to kill a xenomorph with a spear through the head

King i love you but please use punctuation😭

If I understood you correctly, you want dad yautja with kid who managed to kill xenomorph with other yautja pups? I hope I understand that right👽😊

I used y/n for kid cuz its easier to write that way, plus i used they/them!

Yautja dad with human kid (they whooped xenomorph)

First of all "WHERE WERE YOU, WITH WHO, WHY YOU BEEN OUTSIDE FOR SO LONG, I TOLD YOU NOT TO HANG OUT WITH OTHER PUPS SO MUCH, WHY DIDINT YOU TELL ME, I WAS SO WORRIED OMG" typical controlling/overprotective perent questions🥱

Dude litteraly banned them from going outside for good month or two

I mean yeah cool cool you- YOU WHAT??? YOU KILLED WHO? W- WHAT

Dude needs proof

But if he saw y/n with yautja pups acually killing that thing? Hes proud and dead at the same time. Like omg yay my baby killed something yay⭐but at the same time OH MY STARS YOU COULD DIE SO MANY TIMES

Hangs xeno head in middle of livingroom so everyone that walks in sees it😊 he is a proud dad

But it doesnt change the fact that you litteraly can't go outside without him around

He also kinda dislikes y/n friends??? Like "ugh really kid? You are hanging out with those bab troublesome pups? You know you can do better? Just stay with me"

Hes jelous and upset that first hunt kid had was with their friends, not him😭

Everytime you guys hang out with other yautjas he gives y/n's friends a death stare

Of course hes proud that his lil baby menaged to hunt down A FUCKING XENOMORPH, he will purr. The issue is that he cant help but imagine what could happen.

Heres little extra, i never write this type of stuff but im bored atm. Tw toxic behaviour?:

Y/n wanted to show off what they hunted with their friends, but the corpse too heavy to carry, so kid just goes to their home, walks up to their dad and tells him that they have gift for him but its outside. They grab his hand and lead him outside, he didnt expect few young yautjas poking dead xenomorph in his backyard for sure. He yells that they should stay away and he pulls put his weapon. He has so many questions all starting with "why", "how" and "when"???

After making sure that the thing is dead and his child didnt suffer any wounds he turns to other pups and starts scolding them, how dumb they are to bring a human pup on a hunt?? Dont they know how dangerous it is.

He would probably yell at them forever if not y/n stepping in and trying to explain that y/n was acually attacked and pups helped, yautjas wanted only good. He kinda didn't expect that, you? His own kid? Stepping in and protecting other people from him? He should be the one viewed as the one whos right and the one you always go for advice! So yeah he didnt take that well. Of course he tried to keep cool around those young hunters but o my god after they went away? Omg expect a lot of offended and angry dad behaviour, he gives them silent treatment for few days or is just simply passive agressive

After all y/n just wanted to feel like rest of their friends. And ironically enough the only one treating y/n like human is her own dad

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #request open #reqs open #yandere yautja #yautja headcanon #yautja x reader #dad yautja #fluff #platonic

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jaelaxies · 6 months

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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞

fluff; wc: 1 k.

Yeonjun x fem reader!; strangers to lovers!; fantasy au!; royal au!; tw: none but i guess Sable is a little agressive in his words only lol.

Song recommendation: Blue Blood — IVE ( I’VE MINE)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･

“I’ll burn the spot he’s standing on”

The giant obsidian dragon behind me, snarked off while looking at the medal hanging off Yeonjun’s neck with his ruby eyes, truly scanning which spot would be the spot to aim at. I could feel his gaze right at the nape of my neck, so I reached a hand and touched his face with care. “It’s okay, you don’t need to do that, Sable”

As crown princess, it was a task that was provided to me. To watch this whole competition and to acknowledge in the name of our kingdom, all the new recruits. Of course, in every single trial that I had planned meticulously, there was one black haired, tall and strong man who strategically beat them out. A new recruit even and if Ame was mad because he sensed disrespect; I was intrigued, enthralled even. Something about him was always catching my eye. He was special.

Sable huffed even more loud and annoyed when he saw the new recruit approach us, smiling as brightly as the gold medal dangling off his armor. Choi Yeonjun was a promising knight; he was remarkable in every single aspect. No one, even me, had a bad thing to say about him. I could comment on his over confident nature but sometimes, it played to his favor. As making this dare with the crown princess wasn’t something that any knight would have dared to do, even Sable showed a little bit of respect to the man kneeling in front of me.

— Please, get up Sir Choi. — I said while offering a hand to him; but instead, he slowly took it with one callused hand and directed it to his lips. They were soft and plump, the contact felt like something burning in my exposed skin. Something that immediately made me retract my hand, heart beating loudly in my ears. An unidentified alarm almost ringing in my soul— I think you proved your point, Sir.

— If so, your majesty, did I prove my commitment? — He stood up slowly, smirking at the height difference. “I really am going to burn that pretty face of his” Sable said sneaking closer to me, but as protective as he was, he wouldn’t dare to hurt anyone without a good reason. He was just…

“I am not Jealous! he’s just disrespectful to the princess!”

“Sure thing, Sable”

I took the round golden medal in my hand, looked at it for a little bit and showed it to Sable who was clearly uninterested in it or what it represented; the words “Royal Guard Knight” engraved gracefully on the surface. He was making his way through a very difficult path even with the knowledge of the consequences. That made my chest warm for a second, but — You may have won the competition, Yeonjun…

He smiled again, this time with his lips sealed. He really thought he would outsmart me on this one. Even if those pretty lips and those sharp eyes were captivating and I’m sure any lady would be pleased to be escorted by him; I had to make sure this game didn’t get out of control. So, I returned the same smile, the simple but calm tone that I always spoke contained within my words. — Yet you dare to compare winning the heart of a woman with a mere competition?

He blushed furiously, shaken by my words. Yet, he didn’t back up. He stood in place, hand in his heart and tone firm but respectful. There it is again; this tone, this posture, this unspoken oath— I would never, your majesty.

There was no sign of mockery, he sounded serious. Like he would walk on the path of fire that Ame would shoot at him if he had to. Like he would cut all the thorns that surrounded me and my image. He was serious.

—You can call me by my name. — I said as I started to walk past him with Sable taking off to be on top. — You are my Knight now… and maybe if you keep up, you really could achieve what you want.

Sable roared in the sky, while I felt Yeonjun’s steps matching mine now. His presence was oddly comforting, and his company was the same. I had a duty but my heart seemed to have other plans; the loud beating that only me and Ame could hear, was bothering me. Why did I suddenly have to had this overwhelming feeling? I was always good at keeping my calm but…

I stopped in my tracks when I felt his hot breath on my ear, the tingling sensation in my stomach traveling to my face. — I will work hard to make your heart mine, your majesty. As mine, is already yours.

He took a little strand of hair and tucked it behind my ear, his fingers ghosting my skin. I almost wished his heart was as rebellious as mine. Making a mess in his ribcage and messing with his thoughts like mine was. — Even if it takes me an eternity.

—Then be prepared for a challenge. — I made the mistake to look back, our faces dangerously close to each other. — I’m not going to go easy on you, Yeonjun.

Looking at my lips and then at my eyes, I could see his dilated pupils and that devilish grin adorning his features again. — I never expected you to do so, my princess.

My princess.

I could get used to that, so much so that for once I let my whole armor down. I was the archer and the prey at the same time, so I shall try my best shot too. Shaking my head and directing my attention to the front, a smile tugged into my lips. — Then let’s work hard from now on. I also have a point to prove, don’t I?

The echo of my own words matching the sound of our matching footsteps.

“That if you make my heart yours, I’ll escape this duty of mine, this crown and this kingdom.. to be fully yours”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･

This had been in my head for a while! So I might turn it into a full series if I have the time so consider this a little snippet of what is yet to come;I really like this pair tho 🤍😭 I’m so excited for you to learn more about their dynamic. And finally we have a big 1k!

Thank you to everyone who has been loving and supporting my stories, i appreciate you all so much!

As always, feedback is really appreciated and I’ll love if you could reblog or comment if your really liked this one!

With love,

*°࿐Stella🤍

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lyramundana · 7 months

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DOLLHOUSE

The Kim family are seemingly perfect in the eyes of everyone who meets them. Rich, nice houses, gorgeous children and marriages built upon pure love and respect.

It started with Kim Felix and his wife, Jeonjin, a cheerful, if a bit excentric married couple. They had two healthy, handsome sons, Seungmin and Jisung. When they grew, Jisung met Hyuna at his workplace, where she worked as a model. He spend months pining from afar before he finally asked her out and, eventually, brought her home as his formal girlfriend, marrying her soon after. Then Seungmin met Lina some years later and, after weeks of mostly bickering and agressive flirting, he asked her out on a date. He brought her home to his parents as his the same way Jisung did, and ended up getting married too.

Jisung and Hyuna had two adorable sons, Changbin and Chan. Seungmin and Lina took their time, but when little Chan was five, Lina gave birth to a precious girl, Lixie. The ball of joy became made Seungmin's smile brighter than ever and brought a soft side of Lina that no one thought possible.

Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen

This is the story everyone knows. It sounds like the dream family, right? They make such a pretty picture...as long as you don't look too close at it.

Don't let them see through the curtains

Because if you do, you'll see the cracks surrounding it. And you'll hear the dirty secrets the walls will whisper to you.

The wallpaper listens

She became Lixie's babysitter by a recommendation from her friend, Jeong, Lina's younger sister. Hearing the woman's complaints about not finding a proper caretaker for her babygirl and knowing Nessa could use some extra cash, Jeong decided to kill two birds with a single stone.

She's been in this practically since Lixie was a newborn, exactly three years and half. It was supposed to be a short-term job until Lina managed to find an alternative so she could stay more at home, but she grew to adore Lixie and got used to the routine of taking care of her, so she stayed. At least that's what she explains to whoever asks about the matter. she's trapped, can't bring herself to leave

As babysitter, her job is very simple. Feed the baby, change her diapers, shower her, play with her and make sure she's healthy and happy at all times. That's all she must do.

As a babysitter, her only focus should be Lixie. She's all she needs to care about. And if she happens to hear or see something she definitely shouldn't have like Seungmin's brother coming out of Lina's room or the breathless moans and dirty words when Seungmin isn't home, that's none of her business. Oh, what is it? Is Lixie hungry? Let's fix that now and forget everything else.

She's been the family's housemaid since Channie was still in the crib. The bills don't pay themselves and she was struggling when Jisung contacted her. He and his wife had demanding jobs and two kids, so they couldn't handle everything, he said. They needed someone to take care of the things they didn't have time for, and she needed quick money. It was an easy deal.

Officially, her duty consists on doing the house chores, like laundry and cleaning the rooms, but eventually she also began to look after the kids too. It was only natural, since they were the main sources of dirt she had to clean after, and in some way, they were house chores too. If Mr Jisung and Mrs Hyuna aren't around, she helps them with homework and entertains them, even thought it isn't part of her contract. There were talks about her quitting the job to move somewhere else, but it never happened. She clearly prefers to stay here, with this cozy job where she gets to spend time surrounded by luxuries she couldn't bare leaving them behind, not after everything

A housemaid's duty is simply keeping the house clean and comfortable for when her masters arrive. She does the laundry, cooks their meals, fixes their rooms and does as she's told until she returns home.

As a housemaid, she has mastered the art of being invisible. Her presence remains subtle unless she's needed. She's the ears and eyes of the house, nothing wents on there without her knowledge. Nothing. Mrs Lina's husband visiting them when Mr Han leaves the house. Hands and whispers wandering where they shouldn't. She's merely an spectator, unable to intervene. Look at that, the boys left their toys out again! She better put them back before the Masters arrive.

Taglist: @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @moonlightndaydreams @linlinaert @queenmea604 @hanjisunglover @kpopsstuffs @noellllslut @bangtanmix73 @thightswideforhanin @boi-bi-ahaha @grayscorner @rosierosaaa @ren0325

Important: That's just how I envision the girls in my head, but you're free to self-insert yourselves. Imagine them however you prefer.

#this is just a preview #i have yet to decide what plot i want #i have scenarios and ideas but not developed #however i did not expect such support so here you go as a thank you #i only use ocs to write my stories so if you look for a y/n or x Reader type of thing this isn't your place #minsung x reader #hyunmin x reader #skz family au #fem! lee know #fem! hyunjin #dilf! han jisung #dilf! seungmin #milf! lee know #milf! hwang hyunjin #skz scenarios #skz imagine

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shyweeb · 1 year

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Michael Myers reacting to his gf almost killing someone to protect him

» I was thinking about writing this for a looong time Then i felt inspired and writed it,it may be a little shitty cuz I'm really tired after waking up early today sorry sweethearts.and this is really short sowwy uwu oni ch- joking,just be advised that this is not so long 😀

Warnings:cursing!mention of killing!guns!killing!gore at the end! F!reader

Music recommendation to listen while reading this:

(pretty shitty ik)

Michael Audrey Myers 🔪

- you were waiting him at home in a Halloween night then you decided to go take a look at the window when suddenly you saw him with his clothes all bloodied and some shot holes in his blue mechanic jumpsuit in the middle of the street chasing some stupid fake Blondie in only her underwear who was struggling to walk because she had a wound in her leg probably made by Michael

- you were shocked when the fake blonde bitch started to run to the direction of the Myers house and even more shocked when she took out a gun and aimed at your man resting her back against the door

- when she prepared to shoot Michael in the head even knowing that he wouldn't die you acted on instincts and opened the door making the girl fall on the floor and shooting the roof of the house

- still worried she would do something to Michael you straddled her hips and started beating her head against the floor gripping her stupid fake blond hair and not stopping until she pushed you of her and tried to aim at you

- until Michael saved you by kicking the gun out of her hands and smashing her skull with his hands until it was crashed.

-he looked at you before holding the body and literally throwing it out the door and closing it,then he came next to you and gently brushed his hands against you cheekbone and,after a long time he realized that he was scared he would lose someone again,losing you was something he could not allow himself to go through,you could see it by the way his shoulders gone up and down showing he was breathing in an accelerated pace that he was nervous.

- after this day he made sure he would not kill near your house when it was possible

- he became even more agressive towards the ones who came near the house. (If it was even possible lol)

-may god bless the ones that dare to try to touch you

- after this event everyone in handdonfield knew that you were his.

- you were known as the bride of the shape after this

» my final thoughts on this:

this sucks :(

(Sorry for the blondes out there 🤡)

(Written by @shyweeb )

#Spotify #dbd #dbd michael myers #dbd myers #michael myers #michael myers fluff #michael myers x reader #michael audrey myers #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #halloween movie #halloween #my headcanons #:)

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artsyaech · 8 months

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self care tips for my demon friends <3

[PT: self care tips for my demon friends <3]

1. listen to agressive music. i recommend cuckoo for caca by faith no more, st anger by metallica and unfuck the world by prophets of rage

2. when in private, you can growl and hiss all you want

3. grow out your nails a little bit so you can have claws (if you’re feeling extra demon-y, i recommend this tutorial!)

4. invest in some sandalwood (or other things that smell burnt) soap. now, whenever you wash yourself, you’ll smell like fire

5. if you’re a religious demon, study the portrayals of demons in said religion. (this can provide you with “haha, i do that” moments)

6. if you’re a religious demon, consider satanism and satanic practices. they can help you feel closer to demons in general

7. dress in red / dark clothes

8. invest in a headband with horns on them. the ones from party shops aren’t much, but they might help! also, if you wanna get all fancy and get cosplay horns, that’s a good idea as well

9. invest in some colored contacts

10. scratch your pillow / blanket. be careful to not ruin anything, though!

let me know what kin care tips you’d like me to post next!

#demonkin #divinekin #otherkin #otherhearted #copinglink #alterhuman #nonhuman #aech gives tips

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au-wannabe-the-very-best · 6 months

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I've been thinking of the idea of like. Johanna and Akari Pre-Hisui going on a little vacation and trying out this little old-timey place for swing dancing. Ingo and Emmet happen to go that same day bc they were forced on a vacation and told to "do literally anything else that has nothing to do with your jobs." Elesa recommended the place

Ingo meeting Johanna there and she sees him and is like. oh I gotta flirt AGRESSIVELY right now this instant. Pulls him onto the dance floor and takes the lead. Ingo is VERY IMPRESSED by her strength and ability to casually manhandle him.

Emmet and little Akari dancing was also a very cute image that I had to draw

#Submas #Subway Boss Ingo #Subway Boss Emmet #Ingo #Emmet #Johanna #Johanna Berlitz #Akari #PLA Akari #Pokemon #Pokémon #railsandribbonsshipping #Ingo/Johanna #my art

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