#their long happy lives you cannot change my mind

[thefiery-phoenix]

HIS LITTLE HOUSEWIFE (YANDERE TAESOO MA X READER)

Not me having delusional fantasies and living in my delulu era of being a housewife for a possessive guy...my sanity is messed up and I think I need help lol. But I'm a huge sucker for wearing those pink aprons and having mittens on my hands while my imaginary non existent husband nuzzles my neck...I really need help at this point...

By no means did Taesoo ever think there would be a time when he would end up falling in love with someone so much to the point that he would literally be willing to kidnap them to ensure they become his. Had anyone ever told him that fine day would come he would have just laughed in their face and would have ended up punching the lights out of them while mumbling something about how he doesn't see the need for love. The years pass by and he'd rather take this to the grave than ever admit it for crying out loud but he felt like he needed a companion in life. A strange feeling of emptiness would settle inside his heart whenever he'd stroll through the streets of Ansan and see people happy with their families, of course, he had his own brat of a student Hudson to consider a son, but what he needed was a partner. Someone to protect and someone to love and that's when he met you

He didn't really believe in the concept of love at first sight but there was something about you that just exuded charm, grace and innocence. You were much shorter than him and he couldn't help but he slightly amused how short you were compared to him, he could literally lift you by your arms like you were a child as his imposing large muscular frame towered over yours. The way you spoke, the way you smiled that beautiful smile of yours, he could feel his heart growing warm and his cheeks getting slightly flushed. His mind would start working in an overdrive and it doesn't really take that long for him to fall in love with you. You're a precious doll in his eyes, you remind him of an innocent little thing that needed his protection. His eyes wandered to your lips, wondering how soft those lips of yours were if he'd kissed them, what sort of cute noises you would be making solely for HIM and him alone while he kisses you and holds you in his strong arms and shields you from the outside world because you're way too precious for that

It won't matter how you've met him, the only ending you'll be having is being with him. He'll obviously ask Hudson to find out more about you to which he'd agree although he cannot help but detect slight amusement in his student's voice when he gets to know about his infatuation and obsession for you but all in all, he honestly doesn't really blame him. What's not there to love about you, he can't wait to have you all for himself, hidden away from the prying eyes of the other lecherous filthy men who dare to eye what's his with no shame whatsoever far away on his mountain in his cabin where it would be just the two of you. He's already imagining how blissful married life with you would be, how adorable you'd look going around the house and taking care of him and the house with your gentle loving personality that he fell in love with. He doesn't think his feelings for you are spiraling out of control, he just sees it as a way of keeping you safe from the dangers of the world. He'd know PLENTY about it because of all the nonsense that keeps happening around Ansan everyday and the things he's been through

It's not an easy change and transition for you when you find out that he's literally kidnapped you and laced your food with sleeping pills under the pretext of having dinner with him one night. Of course, part of him definitely feels bad that he had to slip sleeping pills in your food but his obsessive love for you and possessive tendencies overlap his sense of rationality and whatever logic he had in his mind was gone out of the window as his mind is filled with thoughts of how all this is for your own good and it's to keep you safe. He knows it'll take a while for you to adjust to your new life with him but he doesn't mind, take all the time you need. He's more than willing to be patient for you and since he treats you with gentlemanly chivalry and would rather bust an artery than hurt you physically or emotionally, it won't be long till you develop the Stockholm syndrome for him

By now you've grown accustomed and used to living with him and the two of you had a small private wedding where only trusted friends of his arrived for the occasion. Of course, he had to resist the urge to literally throttle Jaegyon Na by his neck when he saw him trying to use cheesy pick up lines on you with that stupid smirk of his. Even he got used to seeing you waddle around the cabin in that cute little pink apron hugging your body busying yourself with chores like cooking or other household activities. He wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck and plants a few gentle loving kisses on your cheeks and lips telling you how much he loves you and holds you tightly in his possessive grasp, like he's worried you'd end up running off at any given second. It was so alluring and mesmerizing to watch you take care of the house, you were the reason he felt like his heart now had warmth. You were the reason his house was now a home with your elegant bright presence

You started getting a bit restless recently. You felt slightly guilty as you watched him come back with a somewhat tired expression at times and you felt like easing his burden and stress. A few days later, the two of you were seated at the table and having the dinner that you made. "My love...your culinary skills are amazing as always'' spoke Taesoo in a gentle tone with a soft smile on his face as he ate his food from his plate. He loved having whatever you made for him since it was made with your love and your delicate hands, what sort of husband would he be for you if he wouldn't eat his wife's cooking? You smiled but only briefly as your mind was occupied on asking him something that you were slightly apprehensive about and you had that distant and pensive look on your face, looking lost in thought. He instantly knew there was something on your mind, he could always read you like an open book and could decipher your every action and thought

"My dear, there is something on your mind...isn't there?" asked Taesoo as he surveyed your features with calculating eyes, trying to detect whether or not you'd tell him about your thoughts. His statement might have looked like it was a question but it was a formality with the hidden underlying implication for you to tell him about what was bothering you. You let out a sigh and looked at him and fiddled your thumbs nervously. "Taesoo...um...is it okay if I could get a job? Or could I resume my old job?' you asked him with a soft voice and looked at him with a hopeful expression, your heart racing in trepidation for his response, however all you were met with was a pin drop silence which filled you with a slight sense of dread. Taesoo immediately stopped eating and his smile vanished as his expression morphed into a stoic one as he looked at you with a calculated gaze. He always encouraged you to follow your hobbies and your passion but you getting a job was a slightly unexpected turn of events for him, a question he wasn't anticipating but was dreading this conversation with you early on beforehand as he rehearsed his answers for this exact moment

Looking at your soft and innocent and hopeful expression made his heart warm with affection for you but he had to be firm with you about this, as your husband, as your protector. You were his wife, he didn't want you out of your comfort zone and didn't like to entertain the thought of you being away from him for even a single second. He hated to be the one to crush that hope in your eyes but it was necessary, to keep you safe. He took your soft hand in his large rough calloused ones and traced gentle circles on the back of your hand to make it easier for you to handle his rejection of the idea you'd just proposed since the thought of other men being around you and looking at HIS wife with their lecherous gazes made him livid and the mere thought alone made him want to punch a hole into a wall

"My dear, you need not worry about getting a job and stressing yourself out about it. Your only concern is to look after the home and let me provide for you. I make enough for the both of us as it is, I don't see any reason for you to be burdened by a job'' he answered with a gentle yet firm look on his face. You pouted slightly at his response and you looked somewhat crestfallen, which he felt bad about. Your pout was adorable yet it stung his heart at the same time. "I know but...I feel somewhat useless just being at home and barely doing anything all day long, I'm not even doing anything useful and I feel bad seeing you work hard and coming back home all tired and sometimes beat up...I thought I could help out as well so you wouldn't need to worry about me being a burden for you'' you mumbled and averted your gaze from his eyes which narrowed as soon as the words left your mouth

Your words tugged at his heartstrings, yet his mind went back to the traditional role of wanting to be your protector and provider as your husband. Your words and thoughts moved him and touched him honestly, you were already precious enough and the last thing he needed was for you to bear burden on those shoulders of yours. He was slightly hurt you saw yourself a burden, he loved coming back home to you and wrapping you in his arms and feeling your soft touches and just being with you. He wished you could see how much his heart soared with affection and ecstasy whenever he'd come back home to you, making him feel like a true king indeed. However his features softened after a few moments when he saw you averting your eyes from his as he pulled you closer to him and made you sit on his lap and he cupped your cheek lovingly and caressed it and made you look at his eyes

"Hush my love, don't speak such nonsense again. You are by no means a burden for me, you are the reason my house feels like a home. Without you, this place would be an empty shell, like it used to before I met you. You mean everything to me, you are my darling wife...let me take care of you just like how you take care of me, you give me so much comfort and peace by being with me...do not fret about such things'' he answered as he continued to stroke your cheek affectionately with a tender loving look in his eyes reserved only for you, his dear wife who reigned over his heart. "I know...but I still feel like a useless housewife though, I feel like I'm barely doing anything'' you whispered with an insecure look in your eyes. Your insecure look cut through his heart like a knife, it pained him to see you be insecure of yourself and doubt yourself so much like this as he chuckled softly and brushed a few strands of hair from your face

"You do not need to worry about such things, you help me out so much with your love. I feel grateful to come back home to you everyday, where I can feel your soft gentle touches and your love for me. That's more than enough...I do not trust the world, I cannot let anything happen to you my love...society these days is dangerous and I will not risk your safety...I want you to be happy and relax, that's all. You're more than enough for me and by no means are you a useless housewife. You look so adorable with your little apron and mittens and the way you bustle around the kitchen cooking in those adorable dresses of yours...you keep the home running, my lovely little housewife...don't ever let me hear you call yourself useless again'' he replied with a soft yet firm tone and you nodded slowly which made him pleased

In the end, you were forced to give up the opinion of you having a job since there was no way he was going to stand for it but it was all for your safety after all. You were his lovely housewife, who provided him with so much love and comfort he could ever hope for and now that he had for you himself, he'd be damned to let you get away from him. Don't worry your pretty little head about anything and just let him provide for you, you're his darling little housewife after all...

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[cripplecharacters]

Hello! Want to double check that I've done a decent job of avoiding disfiguremisia, and try to turn it into great counter to hatred instead of just an okay one.

Preface: I have a form of memory loss and likely brain damage so I cannot always phrase things clearly although I will try my best.

Personally I do not feel happy reading escapist stories as that happy ending is not achievable for real people. We don't get to live in a place that's completely safe and free from judgement. I'd like to write people in a hostile world who find love and safety and community, however this does necessite writing hostility. I want to make sure I'm doing so with care.

I would like to make sure that the hostility written as tension does not tar how I write how one of the main characters. He should be written with dignity and respect even when he is not being treated well by those around him.

One of my characters is blind and develops severe burn scars. He wears a blindfold to help with photophobia and sensory overwhelm, but takes it off when its dim. (CVI plus autism.)

While he does wear a cloth coverings in public due to ugly laws, he views it as a ridiculous requirement and happily removes this mask when with friends. He also enjoys that being visibly strange or somewhat unnerving to most people means that shallow people who judge by appearances avoid him.

Question: what other things might I be able to employ to counter disfiguremisia? I have him being content with his face as it tells a story of his life and he's a blunt, forward person, not covering his face for most of the story despite laws necessitating that he do so, and a few other things too (and many side characters with facial differences and deformities also).

Also none of the central plotlines centre around facial difference. He's joining a servant rebellion, befriending a bitter exile intent on status at all costs, and discovering the truth of history. (Also a mind controlling octopus being is involved and a semi sentient moon amalgam thing but don't worry about it everything's fine.)

I think later books will be a more effective counter due to lack of ugly laws and him finding a lovely interest. I will also do my best to make the counters feel real and feasible - I want it to feel like an achievable option for those who deal with prejudice in the real world. I want his happy ending to feel real.

I respect the hell out of escapist fantasies it's just that they do nothing for me personally. I really want to write someone dealing with a lot - more than I ever have - and coming out the other end happy. Yes this world is hostile and will judge me but I can find joy despite it all. Some say the world is universally cruel but I have not found this to be the case. It is wise to be wary but myself and friends can create small sections of time and space where no precautions are necessary. Am I not part of the world? Are not they? The world is not universally cruel as long as I and those I treasure live in and we are not extraordinary, simply uncommon, and what is uncommon is still a great bounty. (Something to that effect.)

I'm set on what I want to write but the specifics I'm more than happy to change in order to bring joy. Do you have ideas on how I can do this full idea full justice?

Hello,

before getting to your actual ask, I have a "few" questions about the premise of the story itself.

You mention that you don't like escapist fantasies - that's fair. Taste differs; you can write whatever and that's great. But I do find the insistence to write a story about a specific type of discrimination as an outsider rather strange. If you want to have facial difference representation, I assume you want to have readers with facial differences, correct? I mean, I don't think that many able-bodied people would be too interested in it specifically considering most don't know what it is. So okay, this is supposed to be a story of characters with facial differences overcoming centuries worth of hatred and all that. Arguably more, considering that disfiguremisia and ableism go all the way back to Biblical times.

Why are you the person who needs to tell this story?

Just as people with facial differences are readers, we can be authors as well. We tell our stories. I will take an #OwnVoices book over a one that isn't that any day, and this fact will influence the rest of this answer. I'm a firm believer in #NothingAboutUsWithoutUs and all when it comes to this stuff.

Have you talked to people with facial differences who would be interested in the kind of story you want to tell? Do you know what they want to see from an author that's not taking it from their own experience? I don't count here, because as I made clear before, I'm not and won't be interested in it. I also don't know anyone in the community who has ever said "I wish more people without our experiences wrote about how hard it is to be us!". You need to make sure there are people who want this.

So, have, or will you, reach out to those that could like it? Sensitivity readers, random people online who like to read about disfiguremisia in their free time, advocates who work on media-centric problems? Anyone who would enjoy it is automatically a better candidate to help than me. I'm too jaded, I suppose.

If you want to talk about people with facial differences in such detail and setting, you need to get to know us. One guy with a specific set of opinions from a blog on Tumblr isn't that (thank god), but I guess I can serve as a reminder that not everyone will be excited to read a book that represents them in some way. We still have preferences.

To write it, you need to involve yourself in the community, start actually spreading activism about our issues. Preach about Face Equality and celebrate when our once-a-year week happens in May. See what disfiguremisia causes. Share our efforts to get all the problematic garbage off the big screen. Read our stories. Understand us as people who are incredibly diverse, and that not all of us like to be described as strange or unnerving.

If you only want to talk about our suffering as some quota to fill on a "types of discrimination" list, it will always be flat and inauthentic, and if you don't put in the effort it's pointless. We don't want tragedy porn, and we don't need to be included in every story about struggles that just wants some brand-new type of bigotry in it. We want authors who care about us, the living and breathing people. And sometimes it might mean respecting our opinions on writing disfiguremisia.

Here is a great post by @writingwithcolor explaining the effects of tragedy exploitation. Not everything there applies, but I would consider it a very valuable read.

If you think about all this, and decide that you are ready to write such a heavy, community-based story, go ahead to...

Actual Answers! Hooray

what other things might I be able to employ to counter disfiguremisia?

Sympathize with him. Disfiguremisia is a tragedy, it's brutal and it hurts. It's traumatic and impossible to forget, even if it wasn't happening constantly just to remind us that it's still there. On this note, I would recommend you research writing characters with PTSD.

Have him think about it. Sometimes I get home after getting stared down on the street and just want to yell. You don't forget a microaggression or a hate crime after five minutes. Let him vent and let him be upset. He can have flashbacks or recall similar situations that happened in the past.

I'm glad that he's aware of disfiguremisia unlike a ton of characters who are somehow always unable to figure out that it's a problem. If the ableism he's facing is so systemic and severe, individual people will be even more extreme. You can have him remember that the shop owner was a slur-spitting bigot, or that his neighbors avoid even talking to him. I want him to call them out - in retrospective, at the moment, in his head, whatever - on what they're doing. Throw a "not this fucking thing again" or something in there.

The minimum is to make him feel like a human with an internal thought process, who is able to actually experience what's happening to him, and for it to have long-term effects.

Also, outside of the whole disfiguremisia thing and me being overdramatic, check out our #blindness tag, and research burn scar care. If you don't show the boring and mundane, it will only feel closer to tragedy porn; just a sad thing one after another.

I will also do my best to make the counters feel real and feasible - I want it to feel like an achievable option for those who deal with prejudice in the real world.

This I think is the part of the ask that made me the saddest, and not because of what you wrote. I tried to think of achievable ways; ways that we did it, tried to do it, and are doing it, and one-by-one I crossed them out as "didn't work", "no one cared enough" or "kinda worked but honestly, it didn't". Face Equality is basically non-existent, not matter how much it hurts me to admit it! We are trying our best, and it doesn't work. It's just plain hard for me to come up with suggestions for this.

In fiction, I suppose that personal resistance is the way when it comes to this. I don't think there are feasible systemic changes that could happen that don't border on magical thinking or get into the "singular glorious revolution that somehow fixes everything and everyone lived happy ever after. We fixed racism, yay!". This just sucks.He could try to educate the people who are willing to listen - that's somewhat what I'm trying to pull off here on this blog, I guess. Sometimes it works, often it doesn't, but in his situation it wouldn't hurt to try.

The fundamental part here will be whether your character is able to find a way to make the ordinary person care in the end. To me, society who still hates us just as much, with a small group that thinks we're okay isn't a happy ending. The opposite, rather. It's cold and isolating to know only your friends could value you as a human being, and downright sad to imply that we should be happy for that. I don't mean that everyone should love us in every story, but there's a difference between The Ableism being represented by an antagonist or two versus the entire world except for the main characters.

If you decide to go forward with this story, I do hope your other readers with facial differences enjoy it!

mod Sasza

[This ask was submitted before my announcement of not taking questions regarding this subject matter. As of publishing this, it still applies.]

#mod sasza #anonymous #face difference #disfiguremisia #tw ableism #long post

[yuujispinkhair]

Mine

Megumi loves you. He loves you so much that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. But past experiences taught him that everyone always ends up leaving him. He cannot let this happen. He will make sure the two of you get your happy ever after!

Halloween Masterlist 2023

This story is my contribution to @nagumoan 's Dance with the Dead Collab. Thank you so much for organizing this lovely Halloween event, Loni!!

Pairing: Megumi x Reader (female) Genre: Yandere Romance, smut Word Count: 9k Warnings: 18+, dark content, yandere Megumi, unhealthy relationship dynamics, possessiveness, murder (Megumi kills someone, but it's not Reader!!), smut, manipulation, gaslighting, baby trapping, breeding, pregnancy. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The same word keeps repeating over and over again in Megumi's mind as he looks at you lying in his lap. So beautiful. So perfect to him. You look up at him, a small smile playing around your lips, and Megumi's heart throbs.

He smiles back at you while his long fingers pet your hair. His dark blue eyes gaze deeply into yours, letting himself drown in your eyes, in your love, in your trust. You are his. His wife, his lover, his everything. You belong to him, and he belongs to you.

Mine.

Megumi likes that word. It holds a special power. Because what is love if not possessiveness?

If you truly love someone, you should give yourself to them fully. You should commit yourself to them. True love is only true love if it lasts forever. It's the only kind of love Megumi can accept. Everything else is just a lie.

Megumi doesn't think he is a good man.

He believes there is something flawed about his existence. An inadequacy. It lives in his bones, in his blood, in his soul, filling every fiber of his being.

He grew up thinking that there must be something wrong with him. Why else would his father have left him? It must have been because Megumi was lacking something. Because he was not enough.

He always thought he was undeserving of love. That he was cursed to spend his life in the shadows, rejected and lonely.

Until you came into his life and filled his darkness with your light. You showed him another world, another life. A life full of love and affection. It is safe to say he adored you right from the start.

You didn't let him scare you off with his aloof act, with his sarcasm and eye-rolling and rude comments. You saw beneath that act. You refused to let him push you away. You just smiled even brighter at him, took his hand, and pulled him into your world of laughter and warmth and love.

But the problem with stepping into the light is that you don't want to return to the dark afterward. At least, that's how it is for Megumi. You changed him in a devastating way. You gave him everything but also burdened him with the risk of losing everything.

Ever since the day you came into his life, Megumi has been working on keeping you there.

He put a huge diamond ring on your finger after only one year, staking his claim, giving you a promise, and asking for a promise from you in return.

Megumi doesn't do anything less than forever. Lifelong devotion, lifelong commitment. That's what he offers you and what he needs in return. His dark blue eyes searched for your reassurance when he knelt before you, holding your hand gently but firmly in his, offering you all of him. His life, his heart, his loyalty until the end.

He liked what he saw in your eyes. The love and warmth in them had become his everything. When you said yes and became his wife, Megumi knew he would do anything for you and for this love the two of you shared.

Megumi thinks he isn't a good man in general, but he tries his very best for you. He wants to be good for you. He wants to be the man you seem to see in him.

There is something religious about the way he adores you. There never was a God in Megumi's life. No one deserved that title after what life had thrown at him since he was little. But you, you are godly to him.

And Megumi is dedicated to worshiping you like a Goddess. He is dedicated to offering sacrifices at the foot of your altar. He is committed to protecting you, to care for you, to cherish you. To kneel before you, his pretty face pressed against your wet cunt, his strong hands caressing every inch of your skin, his soft lips kissing you, loving you, worshipping your body.

He is there to make your life easier with an endless row of little acts of service, one after the other. Driving you everywhere, preparing a hot bath for you after work, buying your favorite snacks, giving you backrubs and orgasms. Making sure to catalog all of your reactions to his touches so he learns how to fuck you the right way. The way that makes your eyes roll back and cling desperately to him, moaning how good he makes you feel.

Megumi thinks he isn't a good person, but he is a good husband. Maybe not everything about him is flawed. Maybe there is something that's worthy of love. Because that's what you tell him when you cup his face with both your soft hands and smile at him,

"Oh, Megumi, you're doing it again. I can literally see how you are overthinking. Don't worry that much, darling. Don't make everything so hard for yourself. I love you, Megumi. You're the best husband I could ever wish for."

He huffs softly, but a gentle smile lights up his face as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his tall, lean-muscled body. He rests his chin on the top of your head, loving how your breathing syncs with his as you snuggle against him.

"I love you too."

And yet, even as he says them, Megumi knows that the words alone aren't enough to convey his feelings for you. But he hopes he can show you how much he loves you.

Fear is a part of Megumi. It was put into him at a young age when the people who were supposed to love him and care for him left him. A mother who died too soon. A father who went to get cigarettes and never returned. A long row of different foster families who only endured little Megumi's grumpy nature and his outbursts of violence for so long before they dropped him. An older sister who did her best to love him and help him, only to get into an accident that made her fall into a coma, leaving an angry, lost, and scared teenage Megumi behind.

It taught Megumi early on that there is nothing in life he can rely on. It taught him that everyone would leave him eventually. It convinced him that some cruel fate was always walking in the shadows beside him, always waiting to dig its claws into Megumi and drown him in loneliness again.

Your light has chased away most of that darkness that haunts Megumi, but a part of it will always remain.

It flares alive when Megumi sees the way your eyes sparkle when your favorite idol appears on the TV screen. When he sees you mouth the lyrics to that guy's song, and you have that little smile on your face and sway your hips gently to the music. A song about love. Do you think about Megumi when you hear it? Or do you imagine a romance with the singer?

It makes Megumi shove the limited edition of the new album you brought home into the trash when you are at work the next day and act innocent when you search feverishly for it. He tells you that he saw it just yesterday evening lying on top of the books you wanted to return to the library after work today. You might have accidentally put it in the bag, and it must have slipped out while you were at the library. You know how clumsy you can be. But it's ok, don't worry about it. He loves you, and now let him kiss you so you forget about that CD!

The darkness flares alive when Megumi sees you carefully applying your makeup and styling your hair in the morning before work. Why do you feel the need to make yourself look so pretty for your coworkers? You shouldn't care about what they think of you.

"Darling, you've already taken up the bathroom for twenty minutes."

He walks up behind you and slings his arms around your waist, long fingers sprawling possessively over your hips as he leans down to kiss your neck. He gets a whiff of your perfume, the sexy one, the one he always associates with you under him, moaning his name and looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes as your legs rest on Megumi's shoulders and he turns his head to kiss your ankle and breathe in the soft traces of perfume.

Cold fear forms a knot in his stomach, and his fingers tighten on your body.

"You dress up like you are going on a date... It's only work. Don't waste so much time on your makeup. Join me on a morning walk instead. Hm? What do you say, my love? The dogs would be happy too if you join us."

He sounds calm, a bit amused even. Carefully constructed criticism, so it won't make you think he is jealous. Megumi knows jealousy is a reason for many relationship problems and breakups. So, he is careful to hide his genuine emotions. He is careful to veil his true intentions behind this mask of playful teasing.

You laugh softly and lift your head to look at him in the mirror. Your small hands land on Megumi's and interlace your fingers with his.

"Aww baby, does that mean you think I look pretty?"

You playfully bat your eyelashes at him in the mirror, and Megumi's lips lift in a soft smile.

"Of course I do. My wife always looks beautiful."

He loves the feeling of your wedding ring pressing against the matching ring on his finger. He trails more kisses down your neck with growing urgency. Maybe he should show you how much he treasures you. Maybe he should remind you who you belong to. Maybe if he fucks you good enough, he will be the only one on your mind while you're at work.

His hands slip under your skirt, pushing it up as he watches you in the mirror, blue eyes looking intently as he brushes his long fingers slowly over your panty-clad pussy, rubbing your clit tenderly through the thin fabric.

He can see your lashes flutter, can see the way your lips fall open, even as a weak complaint leaves them,

"Megumi... not now. I will be late for work..."

But Megumi knows what he's doing, and soon your resolve breaks, and you are putty in his hands, leaning against him as he kisses and caresses you. Whining softly as he pushes your panties to the side and rubs your swollen wet clit in tender circles, spreading your creamy wetness over your silky folds, driving you crazy with his tender touches.

Your hands grab the sink tightly when he pushes two long fingers into your wet creamy heat, fucking you slowly with them until you are on the brink of cumming all over his hand.

His heart feels so full, and he can't help but smile when you tremble in his arms and whine and moan, begging him to please fuck you for real.

You cling desperately to him when he lifts you up and carries you back to the bedroom. You moan his name needily when he fucks you hard into the mattress, in a mating press, pressing your knees to your chest so he can go extra deep, rolling his hips slowly against yours, basking in the sounds of your wet pussy, taking his cock. Feeling light-headed upon hearing the noises you make for him, the soft mewls and loud moans.

He tells you to look at him, so he can get the reassurance of seeing the pleasure on your face and the love in your eyes when you cum for him, pussy clenching greedily around him, milking his cock as if you never want to let him go again.

He groans in satisfaction, eyes finally closing when he feels his orgasm wash over him, his cock twitching and spilling his seed deep inside you.

Afterward, Megumi helps you put on your panties again, pulling them up, even as you complain,

"W...wait, baby. I have to wash up first."

His blue eyes are stern when he looks at you and shakes his head.

"No, go like that. I want you to be my good girl and walk around all day with my cum leaking out of your pretty pussy. Think about me anytime you feel it. Think about how much I love you, darling. And once you come back home, I will fill you up again. Will you do that for me? Will you be my good girl?"

You bite your lip and grin at him, obviously turned on by his words,

"Ok, sir. I'll be your good girl."

You let him pull up your panties again and fix your skirt for you, moaning when he kisses your cheek and praises you for being so good for him.

Megumi feels much more at ease again when he drops you at work. You kiss him goodbye a bit longer and deeper than necessary, your tongue flicking against his, whispering against his lips before you part from him,

"That was such a hot morning, baby."

He feels calm and reassured when he watches you leave the car and slowly walk towards the entrance of the large building you work in. He even sings along to the music playing on the radio on the drive home and hums a little tune to himself when he takes the dogs for a walk in the park before he leaves for work.

Megumi knows he isn't a good man, but he can't help it.

There is this wolf inside him who watches with cold, narrowed eyes as you say goodbye to your coworker before you jog over to where Megumi is waiting in the parked car for you.

There is this beast inside him that digs its claws into his heart and whispers all those hurtful things into his ear.

Didn't you smile at your coworker a bit too brightly? Didn't you stand a bit too close to him? Didn't you laugh a bit too loud at whatever he said?

Megumi grits his teeth, silently growling at the wolf to shut up and fuck off.

Leave me alone! She loves me. She is my wife.

But the wolf whispers back,

But how long will she be your wife? How long before she finds someone better?

Megumi huffs and hits the steering wheel before he grabs it so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He closes his eyes and counts to ten, trying to calm his breathing.

Just in time before you yank open the passenger seat door and greet him with a broad smile and a loud,

"Heyyy, baby!"

You climb into the seat and lean over to greet him with a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Megumi can't help but reach out to put a hand on the back of your neck, elegant long fingers caressing your skin as he pulls you closer to kiss you on the mouth, a deep possessive kiss, letting you know who you belong to. Hoping that your coworker sees it.

But when he pulls away, Megumi's mask is perfectly in place. Calm, aloof, a soft smile lighting up his pretty face, blue eyes looking deeply into yours as he asks you innocently,

"How was work, sweetheart?"

You sigh and tell him about boring meetings and a workload that is much too high to handle.

He fucks you a bit harder that night, handles you a bit rougher. Harder thrusts, firmer touches. His strong hands capture your wrists, wrap tightly around them, and fix them above your head while Megumi's tall, lean-muscled body presses you down onto the mattress. His face is buried in your neck, groaning softly, whimpering your name and how much he loves you.

He sees the bruises on your wrists at breakfast the next morning, feeling guilt wash over him. Guilt that makes him hug you gently and make your coffee extra good. He breathes tender kisses on your wrists, long black lashes flutter around his dark blue eyes, his voice is low, full of regret,

"It seems I was a bit too rough last night. I am so sorry, darling."

"It's fine, Megumi, please don't worry, baby. I like it when you get so passionate."

Megumi feels the iron grip around his heart loosen. He smiles softly into your hair and kisses the top of your head, wrapping a strong arm around you and hugging you. He likes that you are so much smaller than he is, the way your face rests against his toned chest. The way you snuggle into his strong arms, sighing happily when Megumi hugs you even tighter. The way you seek the safety of his arms and the warmth of his body. The way you trust him so completely.

When Megumi pulls away, he takes your left hand and brings it to his lips to place a lingering kiss on the large sparkling diamond on your wedding ring.

Mine.

"And then she threw her stuff into a suitcase and just left!"

Your eyes are sparkling excitedly, hands gesturing wildly as you sit across from Megumi at the dinner table, apparently finding great joy in re-telling the newest drama in your friend group.

Megumi doesn't share your excitement. On the contrary, his blood is rushing loudly in his ears. He feels sick. His hand is clutching the steak knife so tightly that it hurts.

He lifts his gaze from the red juices of the medium rare meat building a little sea on the white plate. His blue eyes narrow as he fixes you with a frown,

"And she just threw her marriage away? How long have they been together? Seven years? And she just left him?"

"Megumi! Didn't you listen? He forgot her birthday! And he spent more and more time playing his online games instead of doing things with her! She was frustrated!"

And that was enough to end a marriage?

Megumi gulps hard.

Well, that's how the world ticks, right? That's how people tick. They say they love you, but then they just leave. Promises mean nothing. Words mean nothing. They get forgotten, they get twisted, they get taken back.

Seven years.

Your friend had been with her husband for seven years, and she left him because of minor, unimportant things. Instead of fighting for her love, instead of trying to talk to him and fix things, she picked the easy way and left. Just like the way most people do nowadays.

All those breakups, all those divorces. All those single parents and abandoned kids. All the tabloids are full of celebrities who split up after decades of presenting themselves as the happiest couple ever.

How is Megumi still supposed to trust in love? In you? In your feelings for him?

What if your friends put something into your head? What if one of them voices their doubt about Megumi being good enough for you? What if? What if they give you some crazy idea about looking for someone else who is not as flawed as him?

They already advocate giving up on your partner and acting as if being selfish and throwing relationships away is something one should be proud of and celebrate.

Those people are a bad influence on you. He has to do something about this.

It's easy.

He calls his cousin Maki, asking her to meet him for lunch, using family business as an excuse. He knows she will not come alone, and of course, he is right. By her side is her girlfriend Nobara, always so chatty, always so gossipy. The perfect person to help him achieve his goal.

Megumi quickly finishes the business talk with Maki, and then it's time to set his plan in motion. A few comments here and there about you feeling down lately because there seems to be drama in your friend group, and naturally, Nobara is all ears, leaning across the table, asking him for more details, grinning broadly as she soaks up the gossip greedily.

He can stir the pot. He can make up lies. He can make them look bad. He can make Nobara become indignant and invested and already typing a text message furiously.

And nothing will ever get traced back to Megumi. No one would ever think he is the type for gossip. He is a very serious and professional man who wouldn't be caught dead indulging in petty things like that. No one will believe Nobara if she mentions Megumi was involved in this.

And the beautiful thing about gossip is that no one ever finds out who started it. Once it gets released into the world, it grows and mutates until it's so messy that it's like it has its own will. No one can tell anymore who said what.

Megumi leaves with a content smile. He set things into motion today. Now, he just has to wait.

It takes three days until he catches you standing in the kitchen, your coffee forgotten, wiping tears off your cheeks and looking miserably up at him as he walks towards you with concerned blue eyes,

"Babe, what's wrong?"

You sniffle against his chest, your warm tears seeping through the thin cotton of his shirt as you tell him about the drama that escalated quickly. False accusations, one of your friends claiming you talked about her behind her back. You apparently said that she was involved in the split up of your other friend because she had an affair with the husband and wanted him for herself. And now all your other friends bonded with that friend, not believing you when you say you never did any of that.

You are crying and clinging to Megumi, sobbing into his shirt,

"They don't want to be friends with me anymore. They kicked me out of the group chat and everything!"

Megumi's arms tighten around you. He knows he is selfish. He knows he is the worst. His heart breaks for you when he feels you shaking in his arms. But he only did what had to be done. He cannot let those bitches put their dangerous opinions in your head. He cannot let anyone come between you and him. He needs you.

He hates himself for causing you this pain. But he can ease it. He can show you that you don't need those women. You already have a husband who loves you and cares for you.

He is your strong shoulder to cry on, offering you his love, his reassurance, and his compassion as he caresses your back soothingly and whispers sweet words to you.

"I am so sorry, babe. You don't deserve that. Please promise me you won't talk to them again. They don't deserve to call themselves your friends after this. And you'll always have me, darling. I am always here for you."

Megumi hates to be that guy, but he can't stop himself from balling his hands into fists under the table when you tell him about work every evening over dinner. The way your eyes gleam, the way you laugh as you recount the funny conversations you had with your coworkers.

He feels guilty. He knows a good man would be happy for you. But Megumi isn't a good man. And so he sits there stiffly, his fingernails digging painfully into his palms as the jealousy spreads its poison through his blood.

It's not fair that your coworkers get to spend so much time with you. That they have so many inside jokes with you that Megumi simply cannot understand even when you tell him about them. It's not fair that they can make you feel so much. Do you have more fun with them than you have with Megumi?

Probably. He isn't a very fun person. He is too serious, too stern, too controlled. He gulps hard, remembering one incident a year ago when you told him playfully to loosen up a bit. You had smiled and ruffled his hair, but Megumi had felt as if you had stabbed his heart. He had once again felt inadequate. Not enough.

What if you get tired of him? What if you realize that one of your coworkers is a better match for you? That one of them makes you laugh more than Megumi can? That one of them brings more positive energy into your life than Megumi can do?

What if the process of you falling out of love with him and catching feelings for someone else has already started?

Cold fear grips Megumi's heart. He has to do something! You cannot go to work anymore!

But how can he convince you to stay home? It's not like he didn't already try. Megumi is rich. He is the heir of the Zenin family, already a CEO in his mid-twenties. He could easily provide you with everything you need! The moment you were married, he suggested that you could quit your job and become a housewife. He knew lots of women dreamed of this. 

But unfortunately, not you.

You had laughed and rubbed his arm, cooing at him how sweet he was. But no thanks, you wanted to go to work. You liked it there, and you wanted to have something for yourself too!

Megumi's alternate plan had been to ask you to work in his company. Wouldn't it be nice to be in his department? Wouldn't it be nice to be married to your boss?

But you turned his offer down with a smile and a sweet kiss.

"That sounds tempting, babe. But I would hate all the gossip and the accusations. You know how people are. No one would take me seriously. They would all think I have special privileges because I am your wife!"

"So what? Let them talk. Who cares what they think?"

"It would make me uncomfortable. Besides, I already have a job I enjoy and really nice coworkers. I know you only mean well, Megumi. But I don't think it would be good if I worked for your company."

So Megumi had to give up.

There is another option, though. An option that would solve all his problems and bind you even more to him: Having a baby together.

Megumi decides right then and there at the dinner table that he has to prioritize this option. His long fingers dance over his phone display, typing a quick message to Yuuji, his best friend and coincidentally a dad of two little twin boys.

He smiles when his friend replies almost instantly. Megumi puts his phone away and looks at you,

"The Itadoris will come over for coffee this Saturday."

Saturdays are always one of Megumi's favorite days. Saturdays mean you are at home, where you should be, with no work no coworkers. And this Saturday is even better because you are kneeling on the lush carpet in the living room, cooing at two pink-haired baby boys who kick their chubby legs and smile big, adorable smiles at you.

The thing with Megumi's best friend, Yuuji, is that this guy has so much charm and sunshine vibes that he can draw anyone in. And luckily, his babies are exactly the same. The perfect means to what Megumi hopes to achieve. If the Itadori babies can't convince you to become a mom, he doesn't know what else could!

And Yuuji unknowingly plays his part perfectly, too. He is sitting on the floor, laughing and playing with his twins, talking to you about how happy they make him and how amazing his life has been since he became a stay-at-home dad.

"I really enjoyed my work as a firefighter, but it is nothing compared to the joy I feel at home with the twins! This is the best thing that ever happened to me!"

You laugh and tell him he is doing such a good job, but then you add,

"Aren't you getting bored, though? I mean, as a firefighter, you had a high-energy job, with lots of physical activity and all the emergencies, the adrenalin and stuff. I guess being at home must be boring for you at times?"

Itadori shakes his head and smiles that big, toothy smile.

"Nah, I never get bored! Those two little whirlwinds keep me busy! And I can finally learn so many new recipes! I finally have time to cook and bake! And I work out at home or take long runs with the little ones in the stroller, so I am still just as active as before!"

That night, Megumi hugs you from behind and smiles against your neck as he gently strokes your stomach.

"Yuuji's twins are really cute, aren't they? You seemed to be very smitten with them."

For a moment, he thinks he has you. But then you chuckle softly and caress the back of his hand as you tell him,

"They are so cute. And Yuuji is so proud and so happy. It really makes you think, doesn't it? How would our babies look? What would life with them be like? But it's too soon. I want to work for a while longer, at least. I am so close to getting promoted. If I would take a baby leave now, I could forget that. But we still have lots of time, so it's no problem."

Megumi grits his teeth, counting silently to ten before he replies in a carefully neutral tone,

"Yes, you are right, darling. We have all the time in the world."

Megumi is a bad man, and he hates himself for it, but he can't help wishing all the worst things on your coworker. That guy with the short brown hair and the glasses. Why is it that he is chatting with you every fucking day after work? Megumi can see it all clearly from where he is waiting for you in the car.

What's that guy's problem? Why is he trying to hit on a married woman? Megumi isn't stupid. He can clearly see what those guy's intentions are! The casual touches! The big smiles and loud laughs. The overly nice farewell.

Megumi wants to get out of the car and punch that stupid smile off that idiot's face! But he has to keep cool. He has to act as if everything is fine.

Nothing is fine.

Megumi is seething with anger. His vision goes blurry as fear swallows him. It's just a short text message, but to him, it's the same as standing in the middle of the apocalypse.

"Hey babe, some of my coworkers are going out for drinks after work tonight. I agreed to join them, so please don't wait for me for dinner. I will eat something at the bar. I love you!"

His hands are shaking as he stares at the phone screen. Should he feign a sickness? He is sure you would rush home to him if he did that. But no, that will only make him look weak. You don't need a weak man. You need a strong guy who takes care of you.

There is no choice.

"Alright, darling. Have fun. Call me when you're finished so I can pick you up. I love you too."

He throws the phone onto the leather couch in his office with an angry growl. He already sees it all in his head. The chill atmosphere of the bar. The dim lights, the cocktails. The alcohol will make your mind cloudy. And your flirty coworker will use that to his advantage and steal what belongs to Megumi!

His whole day is ruined. Megumi storms out of his office, informing his assistant that there is a family emergency, snapping at her to get things managed for him when she tells him he has several important meetings today.

As if any of that is of importance! Stupid nonsense! All that matters is you!

You, who belong to Megumi! You, who is too kind and sweet and naive to realize what your coworker is trying to do!

Megumi drives home too fast, even though he doesn't even know what he can do at home. He strolls restlessly from one end of the living room to the next, breathing heavily as his mind is in a whirlwind of negative thoughts.

Evening comes, and Megumi grabs his car keys and his coat, jogs down to his car, and drives downtown. It's as if some invisible force pulls him here. As if he is some onlooker of a catastrophe that cannot look away. He needs to be there. He needs to see it with his own eyes.

He hides in the shadows outside the bar, something he has always been good at. When you are an abandoned, grumpy child who gets dismissed as a troublemaker, you learn to become friends with the shadows.

No one pays close attention to him. He isn't suspicious. He's just a tall, good-looking man in expensive dark clothes waiting for someone.

Megumi's chest feels heavy as he narrows his eyes and watches through the window. Your little group sits at a table in the middle of the bar. Happy faces, drinks get raised, laughter gets shared. Your eyes sparkle with joy. Megumi's heart clenches painfully. You are so beautiful. On the inside and outside. Everything he has ever wanted.

But you are in the cozy light of the bar, in the warm room, smiling and laughing and being loved by everyone. And Megumi is out here in the dark, in the cold of the night, all alone, someone who gets abandoned, who gets replaced. Someone who loneliness clings to like a curse.

Your coworker with the brown hair and the glasses sits next to you. Of course, he does! He leans closer to you, brushing his shoulder against yours, turning to talk to you, and you throw your head back and laugh, clearly enjoying what he said.

Megumi's hands ball into fists in the pockets of his coat. A decision is made. Megumi will not lose you. He will mold the world into one where you stay with him. He will control the circumstances, so you have no choice but to be by his side. He will erase everyone who wants to take you away from him. The first one to go will be your flirty coworker.

It's a thought that should be concerning. An idea that would terrify others. But not Megumi. He hasn't been scared of things like these for a long time. He was six when his father left. He was a little child and fended for himself for half a year before people found out he and his sister lived all alone. Megumi isn't scared of using his fists or his mind to take people down who try to hurt him. Violence doesn't scare him. The only thing that scares him is losing you.

It takes a week of planning and observing before everything is perfect.

Megumi picks you up from work and drives you home like every day. He kisses you tenderly as he lets you get out of the car in front of your apartment, telling you that he has to go back to the Zenin building because he still has to make some changes to an important business contract. He drives to his office and makes sure several people see him before he sneaks out and drives to another part of the city.

He parks his car in a sidestreet and walks the rest of the way. His heart is beating rapidly, but his mind is strangely clear. He is a man on a mission. A righteous mission. A husband who ensures his marriage will stay happy.

The black leather gloves feel soft on his hands as Megumi jogs through the dimly lit park. He spots his rival after ten minutes. Megumi follows him slowly, blue eyes observing their surroundings carefully. He feels excited. The thrill of the hunt is sending adrenaline through his veins.

Megumi feels grim satisfaction when he tackles the man to the ground behind a group of trees. He doesn't feel any remorse when he brings the knife down in several precise movements. He can't bring himself to see anything wrong with his actions. He hates bad people, and this guy clearly is a bad person if he is trying to steal someone else's wife. He deserves to die!

Megumi feels elation when he watches with cold blue eyes as the life seeps out of the man who wanted to steal you.

His heart feels light when he finally is back in his car after leaving the cold body of his rival lying in a bloody puddle. He whistles a soft tune on the drive home, feeling as if a great weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

He goes home to you, takes a quick shower, and then slips into bed behind your warm body, smiling when you snuggle against him, mumbling his name with so much love. He makes slow love to you, rolling on top of you, gentle, sleepy sex that makes you wrap your legs around him and mewl cutely as he moves on top of you, deep, slow thrusts accompanied by tender kisses.

You call Megumi at noon the next day when he is in the middle of a meeting. He excuses himself, taking your call to hear your shrill voice telling him that something terrible happened.

And Megumi smiles while he tells you,

"That's horrible, darling. I am coming to pick you up immediately. Please don't go anywhere without me."

He is a good husband, rushing to your workplace to pick up his distraught wife and take her home.

He wraps you in a warm blanket on the couch and brings you tea. He hugs you, pulls you into his strong arms, and tells you he is there for you, tells you that you are safe with him and that he will always protect you.

And you cling to him, crying, scared, and shaken up, burying your face in his chest, snuggling against his firm muscles.

"It's so... It's so crazy and scary. I mean... I have been sitting across from him in the office for several years! We got along so well! I would even say we were friends! And now he... he is... oh god, Megumi! He just went on a run in the park, and someone robbed him and stabbed him! It's like you aren't safe anywhere anymore!"

You hiccup, pressing your face against Megumi's firm chest, your fingers clutching his shirt tightly. He holds you and cuddles you while feeling elated that you need him so bad.

You call in sick for work for three days in a row, and Megumi thinks he has you. You are shaken up, scared by the fact that someone you know got murdered. A terrifying reminder that life outside isn't safe. You could get attacked anywhere at any time.

Megumi pets your hair and strokes your back, telling you to lock the door and snuggle under the blanket with the dogs.

"They will protect you while I'm at work, my love. You are safe here. Just don't leave the apartment. I will be back in a few hours and look after you."

He thinks he did it. He thinks you finally see that it's best to always stay in here. He thinks he can finally rest assured, knowing his sweet wife will only see him and no one else.

But the relief is short-lived.

You get out of bed on the fourth day, smiling bravely and telling Megumi that you feel better again.

"I can't hide away in here forever, Megumi. I have to get back to work."

He punches the wall when you close the bathroom door behind you, cursing under his breath. Why are you doing this to him? Why can't you just let Megumi take care of everything? Why must you be so adamant about standing on your own feet?

Fear is crashing over him again with thick black waves, pulling him under and drowning him in a sea of desperation.

Everything was fine for a few days! You were here, safe and sound, and letting Megumi dote on you! You were only his alone for a few days, and it had felt like the world was finally at peace, that Megumi was finally at peace! He cannot lose this feeling again!

Megumi is an intelligent man, and that is his curse! He isn't one of those naive fools like Itadori, who is, of course, a kind and amazing person, but he is too trusting, always smiling his stupid sunshine smile and not thinking much when his wife leaves the house to go to work all day and meet her friends and coworkers.

Megumi cannot be like that! He knows things! He knows firsthand how unreliable people are! People change their minds all the time. Even those closest to you might leave from one day to the next.

Love doesn't last. Even couples who have been together for decades suddenly cheat on each other and get divorced.

It all comes down to one thing: You cannot trust anyone. Even the most loyal soul might get weak when faced with too much temptation. And why would you stay with someone as flawed as Megumi if you ever get presented with the choice to be with someone who is perfect?

It's not that Megumi doubts your love for him in the here and now. He knows you love him. He frequently reads the texts you send your remaining friends where you swoon about him. He sees how your face lights up with affection when he does all those little acts of service for you. He sees you cry and sob and whine for him almost every night when he makes sure to fuck you so good that he spoils you for any other man.

Yes, you love him. But this is now. What will be in a year? In five? In ten?

Megumi simply cannot bring himself to be as naive as to believe in eternal love and loyalty. His father made sure to show him otherwise. People like Itadori are so clueless, so naive. But not Megumi. He is always prepared to get left behind again.

It's natural. Feelings fade with time, and then it all depends on other circumstances.

Love won't be enough.

He has to make sure you stay with him, not just because you love him because that love can vanish. He has to make sure you are dependent on him. You have to know you cannot just walk away. He needs to make sure you are financially dependent on him. And he has to make sure you don't have anyone else but him. If you have nowhere else to go, you must stay with him.

He slowly unclenches his fists, forcing himself to breathe calmly. He can do this. There must be a way! He already succeeded in isolating you from that friend group he didn't approve of. Now, if you only weren't so stubborn when it comes to work!

Megumi sighs and runs a hand through his unruly black hair. His gaze lands on a patch of color sticking out from under the carpet before the couch. He frowns and walks over, leaning down to inspect it. It's a red pacifier. Yuuji must have dropped it.

Megumi picks it up and holds it between two elegant fingers, turning it thoughtfully from one side to the next.

Maybe there is one more thing he can do.

It's a good thing he is so skilled with his fingers. It's difficult to manipulate the packaging of your birth control pills, but Megumi took the day off to execute his plan meticulously. He carefully pulls the aluminum foil off the blister packaging, flushes the contraceptives down the toilet, and then replaces them with some mild painkillers that look identical.

It takes some effort to fix the foil again, but Megumi has steady hands, and he is driven by desperation and a firm conviction.

By the end of the day, he holds the manipulated packaging proudly in his hands.

He feels a tiny wave of guilt when he puts it back into your nightstand. But it vanishes again when he reminds himself that he is doing this out of love. He just wants to make sure the two of you stay together. And he knows that even if you are shocked at first, you will learn to embrace the thought of becoming a mother.

You were so happy when you saw Yuuji's twins! You will be even more delighted when it's your and Megumi's baby that you hold in your arms! He is just giving you what you want anyway. A happy family. Megumi and you, your baby, and two dogs! The perfect family everybody wishes for! You will learn to love your new life!

Megumi waits. Of course, he keeps track of your monthly cycle. It's something he has always done. As a good caring husband, he always wanted to know at which times of the month the hormones would make you act a certain way, make you sad, or make you horny. But now it's like a countdown to Christmas or his birthday.

Megumi's eyes follow you all day, excitement tingling in his veins when he kisses you before you leave for work. You have started to ovulate. Tonight, he will breed you.

You both don't get a lot of sleep that night. Megumi pulls you onto his lap after dinner, kissing you deeply, licking into your mouth with deep, demanding kisses while his graceful hands slip under your skirt to rub your clit through your panties, driving you wild on his lap, making you mewl into his mouth and grind needily against him, so wet that you stain his pants.

He smiles when he steers you to the bedroom, his cock throbbing eagerly against his pants. Tonight, he will make you a mommy.

You look so beautiful beneath him, your face sweaty and damp from tears of bliss running down your cheeks, your eyes closed in pleasure, your mouth hanging open in loud moans and needy mewls.

Your legs rest on Megumi's shoulders, your body writhes under him, meeting every deep thrust of his needily. He can feel your cunt twitch around him, can feel how wet you are for him, how it stains the bed sheets under you. He can smell how fertile you are, that unmistakenly sweet, enticing smell your pussy has when you are ovulating. It drives him wild tonight. It makes him fuck you hard and deep, rubbing your clit firmly to make you cum on his cock over and over again, making your orgasming pussy milk him dry.

You are so good for him, such a sweet wife, such a good girl, taking all his seed so deeply into you. And Megumi makes sure to keep it in there. He lies on top of you, pressing you into the sheets, moaning softly, his heart overflowing with love when his lips find yours in a long, tender kiss while your pussy pulses around his spent cock.

He stays inside you until his cock softens and slips out of you, leaving a hot sticky trail of his seed and your cream on your inner thighs. Megumi watches you with heavy-lidded dark blue eyes as he pushes his cum back into you, fingering you thoroughly with his ring finger and middle finger, watching in fascination as your combined juices drip down his long fingers and onto the wedding ring he is wearing.

He smiles and coos at you, full of love and praise, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you, groaning when he feels your pussy tightening around his fingers.

"Yes, princess, you are such a good girl for me. Cum on my fingers, sweetheart. Fuck, you're so beautiful!"

He smiles as he watches you come undone for him, letting him fuck all his warm seed back into you, stuffing you with it, making sure you keep it all inside.

For good measure, he takes you again an hour later, fucking you deep and thoroughly, rolling his hips against you, making his full balls slap loudly against you, giving you all his fertile seed, smiling when he imagines you holding a blue-eyed black-haired baby on your arm, waiting for Megumi when he comes home after work.

He comes so hard that he almost blacks out, and his loud feral moan is even drowning out your needy mewls.

Megumi watches you wolfishly. He knows your period should have started three days ago. But every time he checks your stack of tampons and pads, he can see that you haven't used any yet.

He feels a glorious satisfaction as he watches you grow more nervous every day. You constantly leave for the bathroom, probably to check whether your period has finally started, only to return with a feverish look in your eyes.

He waits patiently for several days more so as not to arouse any suspicion. Then he casually asks after kissing you goodbye when leaving for work,

"Oh babe, I'm going to grab some things at the drugstore today after work. Do you need anything? I think you are pretty close to that time of the month, aren't you? Do you need tampons or pads?"

He has to bite his lip not to smile when he sees the emotions flickering over your face. Worry, shame, nervousness. Your lips start to tremble, and finally, you spit it all out,

"I... Oh, Megumi! It should have started six days ago! I am so worried! Like I know it can't be. I... I can't be pregnant... I am on the pill! But... but it's so strange! I have never been late!"

He feigns understanding, smiling gently at you and pulling you against his chest, hugging you comfortingly to his tall, lean-muscled body.

"Aww, please don't worry, darling. It will be fine. Maybe you forgot to take a pill? It can happen so fast. Life is hectic."

He can see your eyes widen. It was a good thing to say. You can be pretty chaotic and forgetful. It's easy to cast doubt and make you believe it was your mistake. He can feel you stiffen in his arms. And when you lift your head to look at him, guilt is written all over your pretty face,

"Shit... that's a possibility, yeah. I can be such a distracted idiot! I am so stupid!"

"No, please don't blame yourself, babe. Really, it's ok. Look, we already agreed that we want to have kids someday, right? So, what if it happens a bit sooner than planned? I don't mind at all, darling. I love you, and I will always take care of you and our possible kids. Don't worry."

You blink rapidly as tears gather in your eyes, and Megumi cups your cheek and caresses it tenderly,

"Why don't you take the day off, babe? We can buy some pregnancy tests and see what's going on. And no matter what the tests say, everything will be fine, I promise you. You can always count on me, my love. We will get through everything together."

You nod wildly and smile gratefully at him as tears run down your cheeks, and you throw yourself into Megumi's arms again, letting him comfort you.

"O...ok, Megumi. Thank you, baby. I love you too."

You are so cute like this, nervous and scared, needing Megumi so much. He drives you back home with only one hand on the steering wheel. His other hand is clutched tightly between your cold fingers. A small happy smile tugs at the corners of Megumi's lips. He likes this. He likes being needed by you.

Finally, things will be in his favor. He knows it.

You are a nervous wreck the whole remaining day, pacing the living room restlesssly until Megumi gets in your way and makes you bump against his tall, lean-muscled body, and he pulls you in his arms, reassuring you, giving you all the comfort and love you need.

Megumi sets an alarm for six in the morning so you can take the pregnancy test. He is already awake, unable to sleep with how excited he is when the alarm starts blaring, and you jump out of bed at the first sound of it, shaking a bit as you look at him with big eyes,

"It's time... ok, I'll... I'll take the test now."

And Megumi is there for you, of course. He is the best husband you could wish for. Caring, loving, devoted, reliable. Megumi is someone you can count on. He smiles gently at you and takes your hand.

"You mean, we will take the test now. I am here for you, sweetheart. You aren't alone."

He leads you to the bathroom. He reads the instructions to you and hands you a plastic cup. He leans against the sink and smiles as you pee into the cup, refusing to leave your side even for one minute. A husband and wife can share every moment after all. There is no shame.

You smile sheepishly at him as you walk over to him, and Megumi takes the plastic cup out of your trembling hand.

"You're doing great, darling. Let me do the rest."

He prepares the test and pulls you into his strong arms, letting you hide your face in his firm, muscled chest, breathing in the comforting scent of the shirt he slept in while you wait for the test result.

Megumi strokes your back soothingly. His lips brush over your earlobe as he murmurs to you,

"No matter what the test says, I love you."

The sound of the alarm makes you jump. Megumi is the one who takes the test off the sink with steady fingers. He already knows what it will say.

"Pregnant."

His strong arms catch you when you sway lightly on your feet. His lips press gently against your hair, breathing a soft kiss to your forehead. You cannot see it, but the smile on Megumi's face is the happiest he has ever smiled.

You bury your face in his shirt, your voice sounds muffled, full of tears,

"I am so sorry Megumi! If only I had been more careful! I... oh god, what if I fail at being a mom? And now you will have so much more responsibility too, and it's my fault, and I..."

He silences your tearful ramblings by making you lift your head and capture your lips in a deep kiss, licking the salty taste of your tears out of your mouth. His heart feels like bursting, so exhilarated, so happy. It's lovely to see you so weak. So dependent on him. He loves to be needed.

He cups your cheek lovingly when he pulls away from the kiss. Dark blue eyes look deeply into yours, almost as if he is trying to hypnotize you and drill his words into your brain,

"You will be a wonderful mom, and I will gladly take on this new responsibility. I love you, and I love our child. I will always provide for you, darling. I will always be yours, and you will always be mine."

He finally has everything he ever wanted. A diamond ring is sparkling on your finger. Your belly will soon be swollen with his baby, showing everyone his claim on you. You will stay at home from now on, far away from anyone who could possibly steal you away from your husband.

And if you decide to return to work one day, Megumi will just knock you up again. He is obviously quite skilled at fucking a baby into you, and he will do it as often as the circumstances require it.

Yes, Megumi finally has everything he ever wanted.

You.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Forever.

Thank you so much for reading my second story for Halloween 2023!! I am sorry that it got so long, but it was so much fun to write Megumi's descent into madness ;)

I hope you enjoyed Yandere!Megumi!! Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!!

Once again, thank you so much to Loni for hosting this super fun Halloween Collab!! I could finally write this story after having it in my drafts for two years!!

#megumi x reader #megumi x you #megumi smut #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x you #fushiguro smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #tw dark content #tw yandere #tw pregnancy

[alisonwritesimagines]

This Night is Sparkling, Don't You Let it Go ~LA! Shanks Imagine~

Summary: The moment Luffy gets his own bounty poster, Shanks makes the decision to come back to you.

Author’s Note: Not as long as the angst one but at least this is the fluff ending.

Fluff Ending to I Was Enchanted to Meet You

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Do not repost this anywhere!

“I’m going to be king of the pirates and I promise that I will find Shanks and you two can live with me in an island or I can get you two your own island so you two can be happy,” Luffy tells you.

“Focus on becoming King of the Pirates first then you can worry about me," you tell him.

"I promise I'll make you proud. I won't forget what you and Shanks taught me," Luffy said.

You watched as Luffy was ready to set off in the world to become king of the pirates. He had told you two days before that he was leaving and that he had gotten a small boat ready. You felt nervous on letting him go off but you knew that he would not change his mind once he had his mind set.

“And I promise to be safe. I’ll send you letters of my adventures!”

“Or you could always come back and visit me,” you tell him.

“I will do that too!”

“Luffy. Please be careful,” you tell him.

“I will. And thank you. For taking care of me for all these years,” Luffy said.

“Of course.”

“I’ll see you again soon! And I’ll bring back some awesome stuff for you!” Luffy said before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. He got on his boat and began to sail off.

-

A few weeks later, you saw Luffy’s bounty poster in the newspaper. You stared at his photo as you fiddled with the ring Shanks gave you.

You were alone now. Luffy was off being a pirate and Shanks was God knows where. You leaned your head on your head as you stared down at the photo. You missed your boys and now that you were alone, what was left for you to do?

"You okay, Y/n?" Makino asked you.

"Just missing my boys," you tell her.

"At least you know how Luffy's doing," she said. You smile softly before nodding.

-

“Gents! We are setting sail!” Shanks called out after drinking another pint of beer.

“Where to captain?”

“Windmill Village! I need to pick up someone from there,” Shanks told his crew.

“You mean Y/n?”

“Of course I do. Let’s go get her shall we?”

-

You gathered your vegetables from your garden before walking back to your home. You began to separate them for ones to keep and ones to sell. Now that Luffy was gone, you had more food to sell.

A faint knock at the door was heard making you look over. You walked to the door to find Shanks standing there. Your eyes widen as you stared at him.

“Shanks?”

“You’re just as beautiful as the day I left,” Shanks said before cupping your cheek and leaning in to kiss you.

“Wait! Did you find the one piece? Why are you here? Am I dreaming?” You asked, a million questions ran through your head.

“Haven't found the one piece yet. But I am here to take my fiancée away from here."

“Shanks-“

“I saw Luffy’s bounty poster. And I knew that meant you’re no longer taking care of him. So join me, my love.”

“Shanks. I don’t know.”

“Please. I cannot bare another day without you. Join me and I promise you to give you everything you could ever ask for,” Shanks tells you. You leaned up to kiss him again before pulling him into your home with his shirt. He closed the door behind him, locking it with his one hand.

“I’ll join you Shanks. But first, I need you to touch me again,” you tell him as you began to undo the knot on his cape.

“Of course my love. I'm all yours."

-

“I’ve missed you so much,” you tell him as you cuddled up next to him. There was only one perk of Shanks having one arm. You can lie close to him without worrying about making his arm hurt or fall asleep.

“I’ve missed you too. You’re all that I thought of,” Shanks tells you.

“Same here. I should leave a note for Luffy for when he decides to visit,” you mention as you looked around your home.

“Of course.”

As you packed your bags, you looked around at your home. You began to tear up as you stared at a few pictures of you and Luffy.

“You’ll see him again my love,” Shanks said, kissing your head.

“I know. But I just can’t help but think what would happen if Luffy came home and he needs help?”

“He’s a grown boy now, Y/n. And even then, we can always come back here if you need to,” Shanks told you. You nodded before kissing him once more.

“Though I’d like to marry you before we set sail,” Shanks mentioned as he held your hand.

“I’d love that.”

Once you were packed up, you two headed to the village. You dropped off the vegetables to Makino while one of Shanks’s crew members brought your stuff to Shanks’s room. You wore a white dress as requested by Shanks.

“Shall we get married?” Shanks asked you.

“Who’s going to officiate?”

“My crew got the priest to quickly rush over so we can marry before we set sail.”

“You planned this didn’t you?”

“Darling, I knew I wanted to make you mine forever the moment I decided to come back to you.”

You smiled at Shanks before kissing him once more.

Shanks’s crew and a few of your close friends were your witnesses to your small and quick wedding. But it didn’t matter if it wasn’t a traditional wedding. You had each other and that’s all that mattered.

While the crew celebrated in the village, you and Shanks were enjoying each other’s company in his room on his ship. The two of you didn't wait any time to consummate your marriage together.

Shanks lied awake as you slept soundly next to him. After six rounds, you were knocked out. Shanks smiled as he kissed your forehead, finally being able to relax now that you were in his arms.

“I love you so much my love,” Shanks tells you.

—

“If it isn’t my lovely wife,” Shanks smiled as you waddled over to him.

You were eight months pregnant and Shanks was more than happy for you to be carrying his child. He quickly greeted you in the middle before kissing you on the lips.

“How is my beautiful wife?” Shanks asked you.

“I feel fat,” you tell him honestly.

“Nonsense. You’re still the most gorgeous woman in my eyes,” Shanks said.

“Plus it doesn’t help that the sea is making me sick again,” you tell him as you felt queasy.

“We’ll be docking again back home my love,” Shanks assured you before kissing you once more.

“Are you sure you're okay with staying in the village until the baby is born?" You asked him.

"Of course. I'd do anything for our family," Shanks said before kissing your head.

—

"Daddy! Come on!" Your five year old son called out as he ran towards the ocean.

"Don't go too far or else you'll give your mother a heart attack," Shanks chuckled as he carried his one year old daughter in his arm.

"Why doesn't anyone wait for me?" You complained as you waddled over towards your family.

"I'm here for you," Shanks said as he waited for you. Though you had two kids already, you were expecting one more.

"You did this to me," you joked as you pointed a finger at him.

"I don't recall you complaining about it," Shanks smiled before giving you a quick kiss.

"Mom! Can we have a bonfire later?" Your son asked you.

"Yeah. Of course baby," you nodded.

Shanks and you sat on chairs next to your son as he built a sandcastle. You smiled at Shanks as he smiled down at your daughter.

"I got a letter from Luffy. Said he plans on visiting us next month with his crew," you tell Shanks.

"Oh good. Haven't seen him in a while," Shanks said.

"I know. I'm happy to see him and his pirate crew together. Remember when he always asked for you to take him into your crew?" You asked Shanks.

"Those were the good old days," Shanks laughed a little.

"Yeah. I'm glad you came back to me sooner."

"I'm glad to. I could never imagine a life without," Shanks tells you before leaning in to kiss you.

#shanks #shanks x reader #live action shanks #live action shanks x reader #red hair shanks x reader #red hair shanks #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece live action #peter gadiot #enchanted universe #alisonwritesimagines

[victoria-grimesss]

Hi! Can I please request hcs for Halsin and Astarion with plus size gn!reader who is self concious about their size (and are extremely anxious about clothes and food if thats not too much)? Completely understand if no, feel free to ignore 💚 Thanks!

Astarion & Halsin with a PlusSize!Reader (GN)

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->A/N: This turned out to be more of a Drabble and less of HC’s oops.

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->Halsin:

Once you two are in an established relationship he would be tuned to your feelings and notice when your mood shifts and sours.

He would notice you paying more attention to your clothing and what you eat, at first he would be alarmed, not taking it lightly that you would restrict your meals. “My flower, our travels take us long and far, please let me know what ails you so I may see you well again.”

When the tears come to your eyes and your hands shake with your heightened nerves he would grow even more alarmed.

You would tell him all of your worries, and how they plague your mind day and night.

He would silence, your worry growing with each second of silence before his gentle reassurance graces your ears.

“You are beautiful to me, from sunrise to sunset I only think of you, your beauty ellipses all else and I’m sorry these thoughts make you think of yourself any other way. I have traveled and seen things far and wide, but you; you are nature's greatest gift to me, to the world. If I could manifest these terrible thoughts from your head and slay them myself I would for you. But know, you are beautiful as you are, I would ask for you no differently.

“I will help you work through these thoughts, no matter how long it takes.”

Your eyes are glossy, his sincerity seeping to your bones, “And what if it takes quite a while to quiet my racing mind?”

“My flower, you forget I am a Druid, I have lived a lifetime already and for you I would live a thousand more just to see you happy.”

->Astarion:

To speak plainly, Astarion is vain. He cannot see himself but he knows he is an attractive man that much is clear.

He would find you no different than anyone else, besides the fact that he loves you more than anyone else at this camp. And it turn, you would get to hear all of his daily complaints about the other companions.

He would come to you to complain when he would stop and notice you’re not listening at all. “Darling, you know it is rude to ignore someone when they’re talking to you.” He would be teasing but the words would flow over you like the wind.

The mirror by his tent had your attention, you glare at your reflection, your thoughts racing with the shadows of doubt.

“My sweet?” His hand touches your shoulder and it brakes the trance.

“Do you like how I look? Am I what you want?”

His heart would break at your voice, “Is that why you’re eating less? And here I thought the parasite was messing with you.” He means to lighten the mood but when you show no change he clears his throat.

“Of course I like how you look, I love it. Gods to be honest your the first person that I love everything about. It’s odd to love someone so strongly, I resisted it for a while, scared I’d lose you but I couldn't be without you or see you with another.

“You could have anyone”

“I could, but I only want you, as you want me. I will love you until I turn to dust and even then in the next life I believe I will love you. No matter how you look.”

He can be awfully sweet and poetic when he wants, almost makes your teeth hurt sometimes.

#bg3 x reader #bg3 headcanons #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion #bg3 halsin #halsin x you #halsin x gender neutral reader #astarion x gn!tav #astarion x gn reader #astarion x reader #halsin x reader #Halsin x plus-size!reader #astarion x plus sized tav #bg3 #halsin x plus size!reader #halsin x gn!tav #astarion x gender neutral reader #bg3 tav

[disruptivevoib]

Long Ramble about CCCC and my overall feelings on what the album means and such

Something I find important about CCCC is like.

The fact that all three of them are, in some way, trying.

Heart is emotion, he is prone to himself and being reactionary, in the moment. Prone to the past of learned behavior and trauma. Reactive and rapidly changing. He isn't going to make pure sense because he isn't based in logic or in societal ideals or views. He is an instinctual response to the environment and circumstances. His manipulation is not intentional. He has very little control of himself in the end. Its why Mind talks about claiming to relish entropy yet clearly needing help. But, Heart in earnest wants them to be okay and safe. He believes that Mind's control will drain the life from them. It will make things monotonous and the same. Too much order.

Mind in turn, believes Heart is manipulative with intention. He wants to control Soul or wants to just drag them all down with him into this depressive state. Mind is logic, he is the reasoning out of your emotional instinct. Your inner critique, and when unchecked, that inner critique goes from a guiding hand for your emotion to one that debates and bullies it. Invalidating its responses. Ultimately, though. Mind just believes he is helping. He is doing what must be done and telling the "hard truths" to Heart. And that Heart is being the petty child. Which- I mean. Sort of sure. But Mind is definitely fucking petty and childish. He's stubborn! Prideful! So ofc he is. Admitting you're wrong? No.. why would he EVER do that.. nuh uh.

Which is what makes Light so crucial. Mind asking Heart for help- but also. There is Soul.

Who while ambiguous in purpose, is mostly that background voice. Your inner narration. If Mind is Logic and Reason then Heart is Emotion and Instinct,, Soul is all that lives between it. And he is constantly silenced or spoken over or around. He does not get a word in edgewise until TSE. He may show up in the background occasionally but as much as Heart and Mind claim to want to keep him alive and help him, they also fail to actually acknowledge what he says.

Which is that they both are right and wrong. That this fighting is doing directly what they both feared it would. Soul is desperate by the end. He is angry and resentful because.. well. Self hatred due to intense self awareness and reflection is rather ig. Common. Im not a professional here but from personal experience, you get so tired of rehashing the same shit with yourself over and over. It all feels pointless.

The only out, by the end of it all to Soul is that if they cannot be Whole, whats the point? He is desperate. He does not want to die but he feels theres no other solution.

And. About Whole, Soul throughout the album seems to want that. At the beginning, to be Whole or Harmonious is to be mentally healthy, maybe even "normal" by society's standards. To be able to put a mask over your problems and be, again, "normal". It takes the entire album for Soul to realize that this:

1. isnt possible

And

2. There isn't anything evil or wrong with him for that.

Mental health is a struggle. But you are not evil and should not be othered because you struggle. You also do not need to be fixed for being a little different and people's opinion of you is not what matters most so long as you are happy (and not hurting others. Lol).

Thats what Two Wuv is entirely about as a song. Its a "fuck you. Fuck this! I thought I needed to be this! But I DON'T. Stop telling me who I am! How to be! I'm gonna be me!"

His entire arc is parallel to Heart and Mind's and is crucial in the culmination of becoming yourself again and accepting yourself.

But, as mental health will always be, this period of respite and self acceptance is not always forever. And as life continues or as you lapse back into a depressive episode.. you cannot help but forget what it is like when you're not this way- and hell! Vice versa too! Some people have this disconnect between the periods. Where the things from the depressive state seem dramatic or obtuse to you while you are doing better. And from the other end, you just want to be happy again.. but you get so lost in it all you can struggle to feel like you've ever been happy.

The album is about the human experience. It is about self-sabotage, mental illness, self-hatred and reflection and it is, maybe more importantly about self-acceptance and healing. Having a bit of mercy on yourself. Accepting that you are imperfect and that this is okay. And whatever flaws you may have that need to be mended or worked on, can be. And that who you are, for example, if you are queer, is okay. And no one has the right to take that identity from you! That the internalized ideas of how someone should be are not always correct or right. Not for you, at least. Stuff like that.

#chonnys charming chaos compendium #chonny jash #voidthoughts #i know the album is interpretive!! but i also think it is crucial that we dont pin any one of them down as villains or anything #that like while hms are all flawed and cruel to one another they ultimately are also victims of themselves its #its the like culprit and victim motif #the “you're doing this to yourself and you shouldn't feel you have to do that” #internal communication with yourself. learning kindness and humility and whatnot is very important!! #thats all

[tnt-kokoo]

Kitty

pairings: Sae Itoshi x reader

summary: After a long training day, Sae only wanted to relax at home with his lover. Instead, he is met with a cat as his new 'kid'.

warnings: non, js fluff

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As the door opens, Sae closes his eyes and welcomes the warm and comfortable feeling of his shared home with his lover. The memories shared makes his aching muscles relax.

Sae, standing infront of the now closed door was waiting for his 'welcome home' hug but it just didn't came. It made him wonder what you were doing right now. Because after all the time spend with you, you know how much he loves his routine so you wouldn't DARE to change it.

As Sae got annoyed, he walked into the living room to see you giggling at something in your lap...

'what's so important???' that's what Sae thought to himself. As he walked closer he could hear small meows and purring coming from your lap. As he took a closer look he saw the intruder and made a mix of a disgusting and confused face as he cleared his throat to catch your attention.

"What. is. that?" he asked.

"A cat?" You replied not getting (or acting like you didn't understood) what he wanted to say.

"But why?? Get that cat our of my house" He said in a petty voice. "Why?? The cat is so cute and you cannot change my mind. I adopted him." You explained.

As an hour passes, Sae got comfortable next to you on the couch. He stared at the beast taking your attention away from him and with a pounting mouth, he choose to sigh really loud again and again, just to gain your attention.

"Is something wrong, Sae?" "I don't like that thing." He said in a childish way, it was kinda cute to see him like this but definitely a rare sight.

"Don't call my son a 'that' ???" the joke-ish way you said that made Sae nearly gag at the thought of THAT thing being your AND his son.

He couldn't believe it and left to shower. After that he went to the living room to see you gone, probably in your shared bedroom, and only seeing that fur monster of yours on the couch enjoying the warmth your place offers. As he sat donw again he looked at the sleeping beast and decided to not like it. Forever. He couldn't even make up the thought of him. HIM. being jealous because let's be for real, he is a famous, beautiful and talented man with a beautiful lover and a comforting and welcoming home. How could THE Sae Itoshi be jealous of a little rat looking thing. What does sit have that he doesn't.

Hours spend on the couch next to the carnivor made him forget how late it actually is. He could have spend the whole night next to it and you wouldn't notice probably..

That is, if you didn't wake up in the middle of the night to look for your lover only to find him holding and petting the cat you call your 'son'.

It truly made you happy. You just went back to the bedroom, letting him and the kitty enjoy their time.

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ᯓᝰ: Icl I was thinking of how my father hated that one cat and then befriended the cat instantly and let him even get inside our house 😭 (the cat was a complete stray)

also, jealous and petty Sae>>>>>

#blue lock #cats #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x y/n #sae itoshi x you #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #fluff #bllk fluff #blue lock x reader #idk man #hiiiii

[kisses4kaia]

‘TIS THE DAMN SEASON… .ᐟ

synopsis—you visit your hometown for the holidays and the man who’s smile you’ve been missing has been missing you, too.

pairing—highschoolsweetheart!billy x reader

a/n—merry christmas !! happy holidays !! plz enjoy this rushed christmas special with our favorite cowboy. ❤️

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“NO FUCKING WAY,” are the first words you’re met with as billy wearily opens the door you pounded on just moments ago. his expression, once groggy and obviously sleep-ridden, now wide awake at the sight of you.

“well, are you going to let me in, cowboy, or are you gonna leave me out here in the snow?” you tease, nose a dusty shade of maroon, bitten with the brutal winters cold, and billy cannot believe his eyes.

he picks his jaw up and nods quickly, opening the door wider for you and rendering himself speechless.

he never thought he would see you again, not after you moved to california to pursue your dreams of becoming a writer. he’d reckoned you would’ve been married by now, had children of your own. children you and billy had planned to have two of. a boy and a girl, a quiet life—and save for scarce letter from time to time, he had no idea how or where you were, and frankly, you were on his mind all the time.

“how? when? why?” billy’s eyebrows are furrowed as he watches you shrug off your heavy winters coat from your shoulders and hang it onto the old coat rack.

nothings changed in his house from since when you were an adolescent, save for the tattered couch that was once pushed against the wall now sitting in the middle of the room, facing the kitchen. other than that, the small, yet cozy, cottage felt like a time capsule—your memories from oh, so long ago suddenly feel like a decade hasn’t passed. like if you’d stayed, the world wouldn’t stop spinning, nor would your life end. you pushed the thought away.

instead, you laugh at the questions, because frankly you’d expected a much different reaction from him when you’d returned to the town you loved so much. “well, i got here on a horse,” you began, already cracking a joke. “as for when, i made it in town last night. and… i just felt like it. that suffice for you?” billy noticed your soft southern accent remained, though you had spent so long away from your beloved hometown.

“where are you staying?” yet another question from billy, but you didn’t mind, for, you were just grateful to see him.

“i’m staying at my parents house. you know it’s the funniest thing, i took the long way there… but the road not taken looks real good now. you know, considering the ass-freezing cold,” you jest again and billy finally cracks a smile. “you know i’ve missed you,” he says, and you pout to contain a smile. “yeah, i missed you, too. why do you think i came all this way? to get a cup of sugar?” you quipped again, never taking anything too seriously.

and there it is. that’s exactly what billy loved about you. so light-hearted, so good. even when he did things he deemed unforgivable, you were always there to highlight the brightness in his heart, to be the brightness in his heart. everything was whole with you, and billy can’t help but pull you into a tight, yearning, embrace. you reciprocate the energy and hug him back just as passionately.

and after a cup of hot coffee and catching up on one another’s lives by the burning fireplace, you end up on the floor, head resting back onto billy’s chest, bodies forming a T shape. “there was this girl called alice, and this other one called barbara, but uh… they were no good,” billy says after asking if you indeed had gotten married and had kids, to which your answer was a strong no, reasoning you didn’t have time for it, yet.

you kiss your teeth and chuckle humorlessly at billy’s unwarranted confession. “if i wanted to know who you were hanging with while i was gone, i would’ve asked you,” with the sting in your tone, billy could sense he messed up. because of course you wouldn’t want to hear about other women. billy was uneducated, not dense.

“i’m sorry,” he sighs sincerely, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “it’s okay, i mean, it’s only natural you’re gonna meet other women, i’ve been gone a good while.” you nod, allowing a false smile to dance onto your lips, throat pounding as you try mightily to keep tears from pricking at your eyes.

“hey, i want you. i always have, since the day we met. and you’re here now, aren’t you, baby? it’s just us, hm?” the endearing nickname slips, but you don’t correct him. after all, he was the only soul who could tell which smiles you were faking. “i’m only here for the weekend,” you look up at him, eyes honest and big, vulnerable and almost naïve. he smiles down at you, not turned off in the slightest by the very short amount of time he had with you. “well then, i guess we just have to make it count, right?”

you smile and stand, wordlessly making your way over to where, if memory serves you well, his bedroom is. lo and behold, the room is his, you know by the window being in the same place you remember staring out of while billy played with your hair as your ear pressed to his chest. difference is, the once full-sized bed has been replaced with a king—checks out, you’d taken a mental note earlier of how tall he’s gotten.

billy’s entering the room not long after you, and when he comes closer, places his hands on your waist, forehead pressed against yours, lips just a whisker away from one another’s, he asks. “can i… can i kiss you?” and you smile, because even now, when you’re full grown adults, he’s still nervous to even kiss you without audible permission. “please,”

and it’s like fireworks went off when you feel warm, coffee flavored, familiar lips on yours. god, you’d almost forgotten how much you missed kissing him. your hands tangled in his hair as he walked you back onto the bed, laying you down and not daring to pull away from your lips as he unbuttoned your blouse.

your tongue swiped his bottom lip, a beg for entrance, and he so graciously let his mouth to fall open slightly, allowing your tongue to meet with his. hastily, billy rods you of all your garments, before allowing you to help him strip himself. he only disconnected his lips from yours when he kissed down to your jaw, to your neck and to your clavicle, finding your sweet spot on your collarbone.

his hands trail down your abdomen, coming to a stop at your core, fingers drawing fast circles onto your clit, and you can’t help but moan. “fuck, billy, please, please fuck me, i‘ve missed you so much,” he smiles as he presses a kiss to your cheek, before he pushes his middle finger into your tight cunt. he lets out a groan himself at the squeeze. “fuck baby,” he breathes out, before beginning to pump the digit in and out of you, your pussy getting wetter by the second. and when he adds in another finger, curls both of them upwards to press against that one spongy spot inside of you, you come undone almost immediately. “that’s it, attagirl. cum on my fingers all pretty for me, yeah?” and you’re still desperate for billy’s cock even after your orgasm.

“billy, please,” you whine as you watch him lick the arousal off of his fingers, moaning at the taste, and he just coos at you reassuringly. “i know, baby, i know. just wanted to taste you first,” and when he finally pushes his aching cock into your impossibly tight cunt before bottoming out, you moan gutturally, and a breathy “fuck,” leaves billy. he gives you a moment to adjust to his size—necessary due to your long time spent away from his cock—before slowly beginning to move again.

for your sake, he tried to hold back, go at a pace slow enough that won’t leave your legs out of order for a week, but when you’re moaning underneath him so pretty like that? how was he expected to do anything but fuck you into the mattress like the world was ending? “billy, fuck, please, don’t stop—shit! i’m—ngh—i’m gonna cum, billy, holy fuck!” and it’s with a loud, sinful, moan that you squeeze around him incomprehensibly tight, like a fucking vice, billy thinks, and cum around his dick. he’s right behind you, looking down at where your bodies meet and seeing a creamy ring form at the base of his own cock. i did that, he thinks, and with your nails painfully dragging down his back, with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, with just you being in his fucking presence, he pulls out of your pussy and strokes himself a few times, before painting you with warm, white ribbons of his own release.

wordlessly, he presses a kiss to your forehead before he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. he runs a towel under warm water and cleans you up carefully, all before preparing a bath for the pair of you.

and when all is said and done, when the world is quiet and you are wrapped up in an old flannel of his, paired with his boxers, sitting on his bed, billy holds you close, and begins humming a song you aren’t familiar with, but the voice from which the tune flows out of is nothing but intimate, close.

“what’s the real reason you came back?” billy stops his humming, and you can only smile.

“because, billy, it always leads to you in my hometown.”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #billy the kid smut #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid #billy antrim #william h bonney smut #william bonney #william h bonney #tis the damn season #christmas special #Spotify #kaia writes william

[loveemagicpeace]

👑Astrology Notes👑

🥤This is just my opinion but I think that signs that you have in your 2nd , 3rd , 6th house you will feel the least. Because these are houses that are not so much connected to you, but more to everyday life, material things, etc. They are more houses that indicate what you need. And you won't have as much romantic contact with these people. The same goes for the 7th house -this house represents your ideal, which would be the most suitable for you. But it doesn't mean that this is the sign you feel the most or want. A lot of people actually don't like a 7th house sign because it's a sign that is the opposite of who you are.

🍒Aries travel alone at least once in their lives. They are a very independent sign and easily do things on their own. They don't look at other people that much. That's why they do things on their own and can have fun on their own.

💡Venus in Taurus- Many times I notice that they are in love with money haha, and many times I also notice how they wear a lot of jewelry, it's usually bigger. In particular, I often notice thick necklaces on men. They can be very stubborn in love. They almost never make the first move.

🌿A lot of times, Geminis seem like people with multiple personalities and appearances. I swear they always have at least two looks that make them seem like two different people. And it's actually kind of fun because it looks like you have someone next to you who has two different looks and it makes them seem like they have a completely different personality.

🍃Mercury in Gemini- I like how you can talk to them about things even if they are not always that deep. They know how to communicate and their words come across beautifully.

🫧Uranus in 1st house - you make an impression on people everywhere you go. People remember you even when you least expect it. You always leave an impression on people. People always remember you for something.

🧸Taurus moon- I have never delved so deeply into this moon. But I noticed that many times they want things to stay the same. They do not like to change the environment. Even their feelings can be the same for a long time. Because this is a stable moon and they like things from the past to stay the same. And I also notice that their emotions are not so visible and are quite stable. They hide a lot of emotions inside themselves, but they don't share them with others.

Leo venus & mars people are devoted only when they have mature energy. If they have childlike energy, they have a hard time bonding or staying serious. I feel that they like to have fun and have a good time. And they can't imagine life without it. But it seems to me that when they really love someone, then they will do everything for that person. This can be quite selfish and tricky placement.

💕Cancer moon- this moon is very emotional, caring, compassionate and often makes a positive impression on people. Many times you can bring out other people's emotions or their warmer side. With you, people can feel at home and like you really care about them. People don't even know how much you can impress them because you have an understanding inside you that others don't have.

🧚🏼‍♀️When you share the 12th house with a person or both have planets in the 12th house you may feel like you have a different understanding than you do with others. You can create your own magical world in which you live. It's all based on imagination. A connection out of this world. They do things that are unusual like (they have a wizarding school or they play games that are more related to imagination and fantasy).

🌊Water signs feel so many things that they cannot be described. They feel everything magnified like other signs (anger, emotions, sadness, joy, happiness). They put all or nothing into something. They cannot feel something or give something that is half-hearted. If you hurt them then you will see their other side. I really like the movie eternal sunshine of the spotless mind because it reminds me of how strong emotions can be. This is water energy and water signs can only stop feeling when they erase something from their mind.

🌁Of all the earthly signs, it seems to me that Capricorn is the sign that knows what a hard life is and sees the cruelty of it. I think they will understand you best when it comes to such things. But I would say that cap and taurus are similar in that they both want to be strong. Neither of them wants to appear weak. Taurus are quite emotionally stubborn - sometimes it's hard to know what they feel because they don't show it outwardly.

🎆Pluto in 6th house- You may feel as if someone is always on top of you or controlling you. You have to achieve your strength through your work, routine and things that bring you happiness. Pluto in 7th house- many people can betray you. You may feel that the relationships you have are never completely honest. In this life, you are looking for someone you can trust without holding back.

🏡Having placements in 4th house can make you a person who worries too much about what others think. Especially when it comes to your home or family. You always want everything to be tidy and beautiful. You don't like to talk to others about family or anything.

👄8th house synastry can make you a person who has a lot of reservations about a person. You feel like you doubt a lot or have trouble trusting this person. But you can have a very intense relationship with this person, you feel as if the emotions are coming but you don't know where. A person can have feelings for you and hide them. This is actually very tricky synastry because both people can hide their true feelings, desires, needs and jealousy. And then they can have a wrong idea about each other.

-Rebekah🧸💕🦋

#astrology #energy #zodiac signs #planets #my notes #astrological houses #astrology observations

[gigidragonbbxxx]

The Dark Side of Loass + motivation

I was on my daily reddit scroll while sipping my morning coffee when I saw something extremely disgusting on my homepage.

It was a manifestation success story by a man who claimed to have manifested his "perfect" gf - the kicker? She's underaged and he is a fully grown man.

The post has been deleted but the original poster's account is still up, as is his comment history. In his comments he details how he essentially used SATS and shot a message to someone he saw in discord. Apparently she is 15, lives with him due to an abusive situation, and yes they are s******y active. Apparently he treats her very well (he even mentioned bringing her to school YUCK) and buys her a lot of stuff and she's happy.

Let me make this clear:

a girl in an abusive home situation is not "saved" by an adult man taking advantage of it in the guise of "improving" her life situation while subjecting her to doing physical things she cannot consent to because she is not a damn adult.

I did some digging and it was not very long until I saw his first-ever comment about it and it was worse than I thought. I was trying to give the benefit of the doubt like maybe he visualized for a perfect gf and he didn't know she was a minor. Well, that says more about me than anything bc yes I found out that he had specified that he wanted her underaged. He literally says in the comment "specifcs that could get me in trouble". He made a lot of comments about her body, etc. and quite literally said something along the lines of "I'm her savior and shes my obsessed loving gf". Keep in mind...one of the titles this man used (he posted twice in diff subreddits) was "I manifested a s** s****e". So. Yup. He's a whole p*do.

I will not be sharing links as I don't want to give that horrible man any more traction but if you read all that and said to yourself, but Gigi whats that got to do with the dark side of the law of assumption? and why would you say there's a dark side to it?

The truth is that the law isn't dark at all, the evil part of the law is the people who use it for evil.

This is why good things can happen to horrible people.

This is why you see villains win.

They may have an amazing self-concept OR they just are under the assumption that NO MATTER HOW HORRIBLE THEY ARE THEY GET WHAT THEY WANT EVEN IF ITS FUCKED UP AND MORALLY TWISTED.

It's why you see nepo babies who aren't talented get shit handed to them - THEY EXPECT IT BECAUSE OF WHAT? WHO. THEY. ARE. SO CHANGE YOUR INNER SELF. EMBODY THAT CONFIDENCE.

This is why I wanted to share that story with you, it is to motivate you: if you know you're a better person than that horrible man, WHY CAN'T YOU HAVE EVERYTHING YOU WANT TOO?

Shouldn't you deserve even more for being good?

Stop thinking you don't deserve things bc guess what? People who are genuinely criminals are out here manifesting - so stay on your zoom and FOCUS. SATURATE. DISCIPLINE. COMMIT.

and let's all collectively agree to pray for that girl. I'm honestly gonna affirm that she gets saved and ends up in a situation where she is protected, loved, and away from predators.

Do not let evil win. Use it to remind yourself that the law is about BELIEF not FEELING.

with a heavy heart, xx, gigi

#law of assumption #loass #loassblog #loassumption #manifestation #affirm and persist #affirmations #neville goddard #self concept #saturation #affirm #affirmdaily #affirmyourreality #affirmyourlife #master manifestor #manifesting #manifesting sp #gigiwrites

[elliewilliamsismommy]

you’re like a dream

pairing: dealer!ellie x fem reader

*college!au*

also… i feel like people portray dealer!ellie as a stone cold meany, but i took a different approach with this one ;) hope you guys still like it.

a/n: okay this is actually the worst thing i’ve ever written but it’s been in the drafts for too long and i need it away from me so here you go i guess. i was gonna add smut but i physically cannot do it right now so i’m open to doing a part two filled with filth but this is it for now. let me know :)

content warnings: weed, kissing, toxic/cheating ex, alcohol, college party?… i think that’s it. pretty tame.

as you stood in the middle of the crowded living room, solo cup filled with whatever liquor dina decided to give you, music blaring so loudly that you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts, lights so low that you could barely see 5 feet in front of you, and the smell - god, the smell - you wondered: how in the hell did i get here?

and the answer was dina. fucking dina. always dragging you to parties that you didn’t belong at. however, this one felt different than all the others that you had been to. your ex girlfriend, of whom you despised with all your heart, got cheated on by her new girl of the week. and that - that was something to celebrate. you danced all night to the mediocre music, stopping occasionally to refill your drink, and smiling for the first time in forever. it felt like you could finally exhale. it was weird how happy you were that your bitch of an ex got what she deserved.

you took a sip of your drink and noticed that it was nearly empty, so you left the rioting living room to get your next refill. you waltzed to the kitchen, stumbling occasionally from the alcohol in your system, and filled your cup with whatever was closest. you quickly realized that you were drenched in sweat from dancing amongst the crowd, so you stomped up the stairs, hoping to find a quiet room to relax in and drink alone.

“oh my gosh! y/n?” you heard from a familiar voice behind you. your ex girlfriend, cat.

“what the hell do you want, cat? go back to your bitch. oh, wait…” you snapped, rolling your eyes and innocently trailing off as your pretended to forget what happened with her and her partner.

“what’s with the hostility? i miss you.” she exclaimed, clearly drunk or high or a mix of both.

“i’m sure you do.” you replied. quickly, she hopped in front of you and blocked your way up the stairs.

“move, i cant deal with this right now” you demanded.

“make me” cat replied, “let’s have a quick chat. i just want you to hear me out.”

not allowing you to answer, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an empty bedroom.

“what the f-“ you started before she connected her lips with yours. she kissed you roughly with her chapped lips. she quickly grabbed your ass in attempt to get you to kiss her back, forcing her tongue into your mouth. suddenly, you were catapulted back to months ago when you walked in on her with her whore. a tear ran down your cheek, remembering the state you were in at that time in your life. you threw her off of you at the first chance you could get.

“what the hell was that? get off of me, you bitch!” you yelled at her, delivering a slap across her face. she gasped, holding her face. it was difficult to ignore the sting in your hand, but you couldn’t show any weakness, especially not in front of her.

“everything okay in here?” you heard an angry voice and turned to see someone standing in the doorway of the sliding door, which led to a deck outside of the room.

“yes, everything is fine. just some good ole lovers quarrel” cat passive aggressively stated, still clutching her cheek. you gave the girl a pleading look, one that showed that everything was definitely not fine.

“get the fuck out!” you shouted at cat.

“fine, fine. if you change your mind, i’ll be downstairs” she slyly remarked with a wink as she left the room and closed the door behind her.

you turned to the girl who was still standing in the doorway of the slider. she took a step forward, allowing you to get a better look at her. she had gorgeous auburn hair and freckles sprinkled across her cheeks. her hair was pulled halfway up, and she wore a windbreaker, jeans that revealed her built figure, and an old pair of converse that were extremely worn. she held a joint in between her pointer and middle fingers, taking a hit and allowing the smoke to disappear into the air. she was astonishingly pretty.

“sorry about that. i didn’t know you were in here. i can go…” you explained.

“looks like your having a bit of a rough night. want something to take the edge off?” she asked.

“what do you have?”

she pulled out a canister of joints from her pocket, her veiny hands grasping onto the box.

“yeah, sure. how much?” you questioned.

“free, for you.”

“no shit! cmon that’s not fair to you” you remarked.

“anything for a pretty girl like you who’s having a shitty night. wanna share mine? you can save these for later.” she explained as she handed you the canister, your hands brushing for only a second, but long enough to sober you up from the alcohol that had been traveling through your system for the past few hours.

she gestured for you to join her outside on the deck. you followed her and sat next to her, both of your feet dangling off the ledge. the moonlight shone on her face, and her eyes sparkled as the clouds revealed the night sky. she handed you her joint and you put it to your lips. she took out her lighter and lit the tip. you took a deep inhale, enjoying the release that you felt go through your body.

“what’s your name?” you asked.

“i’m ellie. you’re y/n, right?”

“yeah, that’s me. how’d you know my name?”

“dina buys weed from me. she talks about you all the time. it’s cool to meet you. you’re kinda famous, you know.”

you immediately realized who ellie was when she mentioned that she deals to dina, who had previously described her to you as a crazy drug addict with the best shit in town. however, ellie didn’t seem like how dina had said she was. as you looked into her eyes, into her, you saw an innocent girl, you saw yourself.

“you have really pretty eyes, ellie,” you pointed out, regretting it instantly.

she looked down at her hands, twiddling her thumbs. was she nervous about something? the two of you sat in silence for a little bit, passing the joint back and forth, enjoying the cool breeze and the scent of the woods.

“you okay?” you asked.

“yeah, i’m just surprised. i never saw you as the stoner type. i’ve seen you around a lot and you never really seemed that way. i always wanted to talk to you, but never did.”

“well, why didn’t you?”

“i dunno.”

another beat or two of silence passed, more comfortable than the past few.

“what was that whole thing about earlier?” she wondered, breaking the silence. you took a long hit of the joint, contemplating whether or not to tell this stranger about your love life. as the smoke left your lungs, your worries began to dissipate. you felt like you could trust her. you wanted to.

“that was my ex girlfriend, cat. she cheated on me a few months ago and i’ve been hung up over it since. this past week, her new girlfriend cheated on her, so i guess karma finally but her in the ass. she was trying to get back with me. she seemed pretty wasted, i doubt she’ll even remember it tomorrow.”

“damn. sounds like you’re better off without her. i never even knew you liked girls.” she stated nervously.

“yeah, i mean, i’ve never even been with a man. how about you?” you laughed.

“me neither. women are way better. men are assholes, and dicks are weird. they’re all veiny and there’s so much skin and it’s just a lot.”

you laughed at ellie’s disgusted face while she talked about the male anatomy.

“is talking about dicks your weird way of flirting with me, ellie?”

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #tlou x reader #ellie tlou #the last of us #tlou #wlw post

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞zb1 as love languages

✰ pairings : ot9! zb1 × fem!reader

✰ genre : romance + fluff

✰ warnings : none! yujin's love language is shown a bit more platonically.

✰ word count : 1.9k words 😵‍💫 guess who got carried away so fast?

💐᭄⠀ׅ⃑ jiwoong ⸺ physical touch

jiwoong's love language is touch. i literally cannot have it any other way.

my man won't hesitate before wrapping his arms around you everytime he returns home. he'll probably keep you in his embrace for a few minutes before pulling away.

he's the saddest when he has to leave for work 🥺 poor baby won't get to see you for hoursss!

during your movie nights he will definitely pull you close to him, lean his head on yours and will half-heartedly watch the movie with a shy smile when he feels you press a kiss to his jaw.

whenever you two go out he's gonna hold your hand and never let it go. He'll even absentmindedly trace patterns against your thumb or index finger.

if you're feeling down, worry not jiwoong the cuddly bear is present. he'll cuddle you and pepper your face with kisses just to see you giggle. he's so precious i can't

in the morning this pouty baby wont let go of you! gets super cute if you don't give him his daily dose of morning kisses.

💐᭄⠀ׅ⃑ ㅤzhanghao ⸺ acts of service

hao isn't very keen on showing pda. he prefers to keep it private and intimate only when you both are alone.

he would probably feel disheartened when he feels like he isn't being sincere (even though he tries his best)

hao is a quite and a pretty observant person, so when he sees you struggling to tie your shoe laces with the various things in your hand he'll jump in to help! will have the biggest smile for the rest of the day!

he proves his sincerity through minor or major gestures

he will swap places with you when you walk on the road just so it assures him that you're safe

when you're tired he'll make your favorite and silently leave the room to let you have some personal space

though hao doesn't like watching horror he'll definitely watch it for you! he just wants to see you smile and would hate to be the reason you're sad!

since you two live together, you have divided chores. but hao often ends up doing some of your chores as well so you get more time to relax

whenever you both get into an arguement he's always the first one to say sorry regardless of who's fault it was

it's things like these when you can't help but fall for him deeper. zhanghao is a man who'll do his best to keep his loved ones safe and happy <3

💐᭄⠀ׅ⃑ ㅤhanbin ⸺ short notes

hanbin is the type of partner who will leave you little notes pretty much where ever you go!

you have a test? not to worry! bf hanbin will send you some chocolates along with a little note that wishes you the best of luck and a reminder to not overwork yourself!

whenever he misses you he'll sneak in a note and magnet it on your fridge just so you could see it

hanbin feels like he expresses himselves better in letters than spoken words, so during any misunderstandings he'll be sure to write down his pov, say sorry, and tell you that he loves you no matter what! where can I get him?

he just has to find an excuse to send you notes! your memory box with him would probably be filled endless notes and you couldn't have it any other way!

hanbin hates seeing you sad! so everytime he sees a frown followed by tears he'll stay beside you and try to distract you by writing funny stuff! he's become an expert at it by now.

he constantly reminds you that you're so pretty and that he is so thankful to have you

his friends always tease him especially gyuvin and jiwoong whenever they see him pulling out his sharpie from his pocket! by this they know he's gonna write a note to you for the nth time, but you don't mind it ofc! you love him and his habit so much that you always hope it never changes ❤️‍🩹

💐᭄⠀ׅ⃑ ㅤMatthew ⸺ massages and words of affirmations

matthew has been your comfort place for as long as you can remember. he's seen you at your most vulnerable and has never once left your side in that state.

he kisses your forehead and tells you that he's proud of you.

he gives you belly rubs when you experience severe cramps and will not hesitate to reassure you that you're not a burden to him

matthew always has a way with words. he knows the right words during the right time which never fails to surprise you. without him and his lovely words your heart would have been broken too many times

mathew always gives you a foot massages saying it helps stimulate blood flow and whispers soft praises to you while doing so i claim this

before you go to sleep he'll most probably hum the lyrics to your favorite song and end it with saying lots of i love you's and words you never knew you might need so bad

that one weekend when he went out with his friends you could feel how much his words have affected. you no longer think of negative things and find yourself smiling more often

matthew is the best boy. he won't hesitate to massage your shoulders while telling you cheesy pickup lines which you act like you hate, but deep inside it makes your brain go fuzzy.

he'll flirt a lot to help you feel happier and to let you know that you're the only one he does this all to.

💐᭄⠀ׅ⃑ ㅤtaerae ⸺ quality time

for him, spending time with each other matters the most.

it doesn't matter if you're sick! He'll stay by your side till he sees you get better with his OWN eyes because he knows you worry too much. in the end, he too will end up getting sick from trying to "keep you warm" as he says.

that one time when you had to cancel a date because of an up-coming test broke his heart ): baby was so excited to tell you everything about his day and what he planned for the day. after that day, you made a mental note to never cancel any of the dates! as you should

apart from this he'll always send you pictures of what reminded him of you. mind you they are the most random things like a scrunchie, a cat hissing at someone, or even the sky. 'cause it's pretty just like you.

he'll also send you memes and tons of videos which let you know that he thinks about you 24/7!!

taerae prefers to watch romance movies with you because he just loves the way you tell your point of view. The way your eyes shine or the way you hold his hand tighter during a tense moment makes him feel at ease. he loves to view things from your point of view!

he's grown so accustomed of you that he can recognize you just by your footsteps 😍😍

he even signed the two of you for yoga and painting classes just so you both could spend some extra time!

💐᭄⠀ׅ⃑ ㅤricky ⸺ giving gifts

being in a relationship for the first time had the guy panic to death. he acted awkward or abnormally quiet with you at the start

his search history is filled up with "what should I gift my partner for the first time?"

boy took internet too seriously and gave you gifts almost everyday!

some of the gifts were handmade as well like a small photo album of the two of you or just handing you random roses throughout the day

what first started as a research to keep you happy and ensure you would like him (no matter what you do) turned into a habit. if he misses giving you a gift even for a day he's gonna go all sad and apologize multiple times even though you don't mind.

he is seriously whipped. there are no other words to describe him.

when he falls in love he gives his best. in fact, he gives his best at everything. he lets you know your importance in his life through these small gifts

ricky is no doubt a creative genius from all the ideas he brainstorms just to come up with a great gift that you would

he has your food orders mentally noted and will often send it to you if he sees you too tired or if you crave for it

he creates a spotify playlist every year for your birthday with songs that remind him of you!

during your arcade dates he gives you ALL the gifts he wins! he loves seeing how you smile at him before hugging him tightly. he feels like he won in life after every hug.

💐᭄⠀ׅ⃑ ㅤgyuvin ⸺ physical touch + harmless teasing

another touchy boy right here. won't hesitate to hug you death or squish your cheeks

loves to bully (tease) you! will act smug about his height everytime you ask him to get something that is out of your reach

he'll even tease you if you don't know a meme that he shows you

but the moment he sees you get sad he'll hug you tightly and pat your back mumbling sorry for like a million times!

he loves holding your hand and presses kisses on it just to hear your giggle

he'll end up teasing you again if he finds out you like cheesy things. BUT, mark my words he's gonna make a mental note of it and try something cheesy just for you

if he sees you eat messily he'll make disappointed noises. not even a minute later he'll use a tissue and wipe your mouth for you

he loves braiding your hair for no reason! although the braids might seem uneven and messy you love it!

hair dries your hair for you saying it's fun and later teasing you how you're such a softie.

look at the irony.

💐᭄⠀ׅ⃑ ㅤgunwook ⸺ writing poems + having deep convos

while gunwook might seem like the type to goof around a lot I feel like he might often get into deep convos with you. he feels good to know that you enjoy these convos rather than finding them boring.

he shares all his true feelings with you and even takes few advices from you

every little gesture of his holds a deep meaning

even his poems are so meaningful

he writes on different topics but somehow ends up correlating all of them to you!

your deep convos are either when you go on night walks and sit in front of river under the moon or on voice calls.

his voice is very calm and soft when he speaks. his thoughts– they flow endlessly and you often wonder how many things does he have bottled up

💐᭄⠀ׅ⃑ ㅤyujin ⸺ playing games together

yujin loves playing games whether it be online or in the parks

he loves being competitive and winning ALL the games

but the moment he sees you frown or get sad he'll purposely lose the game just to let you win and see that smug grin on your face

you both have a weird and a very platonic way of expressing feelings

you're sad? don't worry! yujin got the latest games on xbox just for you both to play all night long!

other than games you both help each other in homework which often ends up in a debate on who's answers are right

yujin might not physically show how much he cares for you but he will keep in mind your favorites, your problems, and he'll listen to you calmly

there's a problem at school? worry not! yujin has been taught by his members to be confident in himself and stand up for others!

yujin is a shy shy boi ><

you both go to the same school so he has a habit of picking you up from your place and then the two of you cycle race to the school grounds

poor cycle gets abandoned anywhere

he has a habit of buying you two bottles of strawberry milk since he knows you love it so much! must protect him, so precious

thank you so much for reading up till here! I hope you liked it : )

#ॱଳ͘ #romance #scenarios #writing #kim jiwoong #zhang hao #sung hanbin #seok matthew #kim taerae #shen ricky #kim gyuvin #zb1 gunwook #han yujin #zb1 imagines #zb1 reactions #zb1 x reader

[colourstreakgryffin]

If it's okay can I please ask for a platonic yandere Adam and Eve with you komori

Reader that still has PTSD from being used as a blood bag

And still has the heeled bit marks

To give you a description on her she's super sweet kind-hearted careful and shy

If you are uncomfortable with this you don't have to take this request

To be honest! I would never imagine I’d see my beloved father and mother become Yandere but you know what! I wanna check this out and see what I can do so let’s try it out!

Yandere! Adam and Eve- Broken Little Heart

The parents of humanity had always loved their children. Every single one, their attachment to mankind went to all the souls but yet. Neither of the couple could have predicted finding one child of their own to be so wonderful, their lives would change for good

You… a innocent little girl rescued by Adam after he and his dear wife, Eve found out you were being treated as a blood bag by a bunch of older men. Adam may love his children but his protective nature over actual children beat that as he beat down the men with Eve running to your rescue to pick you up

The parents of humanity grew attached to you very quick, out of their natures to simply love children but their love for you wasn’t very normal. It started relatively innocent but then it got it corrupted over their obsession to keep you as their child

Adam grew obsessively protective and talkative with you. You cannot touch anything without Adam taking it from you and examining it to make sure it’s safe for you whilst he holds you to his chest. He is rather controlling but he always proclaims it’s for your safety and nothing more as he holds you in his lap

Eve is clingy and possessive. She constantly follows you around, much like Adam and she always tries to hug you, hold you and cuddle you to her bare chest. She needs affection from her beloved little daughter; just focus on her, not whatever you’re playing with

Their presences are suffocating as they’ll never let you have a breath of your own. One or both are around 24/7 and it seems to you, they view you as a precious little infant that needs constant parenting, due to your past trauma

Both parents love how sweet-hearted, shy and careful you are. You’re the embodiment of purity and innocence, and that must be protected at all causes, their want to protect you drove both of them to become so unhinged and possessive over you, they can’t interact with others without snapping

Adam and Eve are nowhere near as obsessive and crazed over their actual biological sons then they are to you. They do love their sons with all their hearts but for you, you require so much care and attention that looking after you draws away all of their time from the two boys that actually share their blood and DNA

They both understand how emotionally fragile you are. You’re cheerful and optimistic, with a naive and indecisive streak, this behaviour further drives Adam and Eve to take charge of you and ensure nothing can hurt you. Ensure you grow love for them back, no matter what

Eve loves comparing your light blonde hair to Adam’s. You can come off as their biological child very easily and honestly… you don’t really mind as on your end, you don’t recognise their blaring Yandere-like traits, you only notice their intense parental love for you… finally, a true family

The more you respond positively to their parenting, the more their Yandere traits grow and when anybody tries to intervene, it’s get messy. Adam throws hands with literally anybody who hurts you in the most brutal manner whilst Eve picks you up and yells at the person at the top of her lungs

How dare anybody hurt your precious little feelings? Anybody who does shall pay a huge price

The parents will never ever force their ideals of living onto you. You don’t want to be naked because it’s cold and uncomfortable? That’s completely fine to them, as long as it makes you happy. That’s all they care about, that you’re happy with them

And you truly are happy with them. They may be corrupted and with black poisonous souls now but they are both such caring, loving parents that rejecting them would be a silly idea. They have flaws but Adam and Eve are the best parental figures you’ve ever had

Both Adam and Eve will never let your PSTD damage you anymore. They’ll do everything they can to ensure it never affects you again, Adam continues to play with you in a soft manner as Eve brushes her fingers through your hair to further comfort you

All in specific strategies to help you get over your trauma for good and not care so much about those bite and needle scars on your skin anymore

“My little one, are you okay? Oh. A child scared you with stories about vampires? Do not worry now, your father is here to protect you from all of the scary bad things. Okay? May we hug so I can prove to you I’ll always be here”

“My baby daughter! What happened? Did you scrap your knee? Oh no! Don’t worry, mother will make sure it doesn’t hurt anymore! Here, let me pick you up, Mother will heal you and make all the pain go away forever!”

#record of ragnarok #ror imagines #ror x reader #ror humans #anime and manga #ror adam #ror eve #record of ragnarok adam #record of ragnarok eve #ror characters #headcanons #parent headcanons #ror parent #yandere imagines #platonic yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere problems #ror headcanons

[save-the-villainous-cat]

could i request for a hero x villain dating but neither of them know theyre hero/villain until like villain unmasks hero and oops! thats their partner of like a year. or maybe the hero makes a huge sacrifice by unmasking themselves..either way, i leave it up to you!! thanks!

The hero leaned their head back, smiling, and god, the early morning light hit their face just right. More at peace than anything else, they enjoyed the moment and despite the blood on their neck or their bruises on their fingers, they seemed happy. The villain could only watch in awe, astonished that this was the person they were dating. At least that took their mind off the fact that they were sitting on the edge of a rooftop.

“This is really unfortunate,” they said. “I didn’t see this coming at all.”

It wasn’t sarcasm and the villain knew that feeling. Shock at first, denial right after and somewhere along the way, anger and frustration mixed together. But what was there to say? What could one make of this?

One thing was quite clear; everything had changed.

“I think I should apologise, then. I’m the bad guy here.” The hero turned towards them, their face still calm, still beautiful.

“Darling, we’ve been in this for long enough to know that it’s not black and white,” the hero said. They gazed into the distance, thinking. “Isn’t it funny? We found each other in both our lives.”

They looked down, probably drowning in their own thoughts. The hero had a talent for that. Being patient.

“This makes everything a lot more difficult, though. We agreed that work is work and home is home. But now work isn’t just work anymore and home isn’t just home. Home is work and work is home and I don’t want to, no, I cannot—”

“Love,” the hero interrupted them, “I am not mad at you. God, I cannot blame you for keeping it a secret. I did too. And I know why. This isn’t a violation of trust, this is a question of protection. Who on earth would tell anyone that they’re a superhero? Who would tell them they’re a villain? I cannot be mad at you, we both made a choice.”

“This is jeopardising our relationship,” the villain reminded them. “We’ll fight here because we have to and we’ll fight at home because there is nothing else to do. Just thinking about the pain I caused…I can’t believe that it was me all along who scarred you.”

“I love you, you know? We can figure this out,” the hero said quietly.

The villain could only sigh.

What if they could not? There was no way the villain would give up on their job, they loved the hero, truly, deeply loved them but if they quit, others would take advantage of it and either expose their identity or make sure they would wake up in a coffin the next day.

Giving up their power meant giving up their protection and their own vulnerability would harm the hero as well.

“Christ, I can’t do this…” they mumbled. They looked at their feet, feeling the world spin around them. This was it, this was the end of their relationship and the hero still tried to solve it.

It was true, the world wasn’t black and white but this wasn’t really grey either.

“We can figure this out, I promise,” the hero said. “Calm down, my love.”

“I can’t,” the villain whispered and they came to the tedious conclusion that they were crumbling inside. Hadn’t they deserved this one person? Hadn’t they deserved this one home that didn’t scare them? Hadn’t they deserved to sleep next to someone without having nightmares? It fell to ashes right before their eyes, running like sand through their fingers.

Tears burnt in their eyes. Having someone in their house, in their bed who worked against them, who could use them…the villain couldn’t stand the thought. Conflicts at home were hard for them and they often caught themselves being manipulated by people they loved. The hero wasn’t like that but now the hero had the potential to become that. The first tears were rolling down their face by the time they had realised it.

“Love…” The hero’s voice was careful now, trying not to cross any lines.

“I think we should take a break,” the villain whispered and in the hero’s eyes, they could see theirs and their very own soul breaking.

#writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

[simpforboys]

set fire to the rain

neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: your relationship with neteyam was beautiful until the return of the sky people. now you have to adapt your life to things you would never expect.

warnings: angst! fluff in the beginning-middle, swearing, character death, pregnancy, unknown pregnancy, mentions of smut aged up! character

based on set fire to the rain by my queen adele

this is a long one but i’m actually so proud of it, let me know what you all think <33 (not proof read)

𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚝

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎

you met neteyam when you were seven years old. neteyam was eight. he was taller, quicker, and wiser. it never changed as he grew into a teenager.

he always was a shining star; the prince of the omatikaya clan. it wasn't until you had turned seventeen, neteyam eighteen, when you would become his true shining star.

you were happy with another man, going to mate officially with him once you turned eighteen in a month. but the plan quickly changed once you saw him courting another woman under the tree of souls.

your heart shattered as you watched them mate, the woman unknowingly taking your place. you would never forget the way it felt for your heart to drop completely.

but neteyam was quick to pick you back up. he had watched you from afar ever since being juveniles, an unknown presence drawing himself to you.

your depressive state hit him more than he would like to admit it, but he strived to make you see him the way he saw you.

it took months, but eventually, you found yourself falling for the prince. he made you feel something no other man has made you feel before.

"where are we going, neteyam?" you questioned the boy as you closed your eyes, following the sound of his excited voice.

"somewhere special, ma y/n. mawey (calm)."

your once broken heart fluttered against your chest. your tail wagged happily behind you, neteyam's own following your pattern as he took you to his place.

his place he went to when his father got too much for him, a place that he felt his best. "open."

you opened your eyes, adjusting to the bright nightlife that surrounded you. the plants glowing blues, pinks, purples, and about every color you could think of.

seeds from the tree of souls soon landed on top of you and neteyam, eywa's ultimate sign.

"y/n, there is something out there that is telling me that we are meant for each other. i can never get you out of my head, the feeling i get just when you are around me- i cannot even describe it,"

your heart pounded as your ears fell flat, signaling you were listening intently to his words. the na'vi man grabbed your hands in his.

"it would be the biggest honor if you were to mate with me."

"oh, neteyam." you practically jumped against him, pulling the tall man into your embrace. your tail instinctively wrapped itself around his own, pulling each other closer.

"oel ngati kameie (i see you), y/n."

"oel ngati kameie, ma neteyam."

neteyam placed his soft lips gently against your own, the feeling magical as he finally got to hold you the way he always wanted to.

"i will protect your heart, mind, and soul while i live." he mumbled against your skin.

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𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎

a year went by of you and neteyam being officially mated. it wasn't until the sky people had returned when your lives flipped upside down.

jake had taken you under his wing when neteyam brought you home, allowing you the option for mo'at to help train you as tsahìk. but you had turned it down, preferring to hunt and live a freeing life.

the night neteyam broke the news to you was right after lo'ak had almost gotten him killed.

you were making dinner in your little hut, waiting for your mate to return from the meeting with his family.

the tall man was silent as he returned, picking at his fruit while you ate.

"are you going to tell me what is troubling you?" you questioned him.

you began to get worried as you watched his lips tremble.

"i have to go, ma y/n."

you placed your hand on his stripped knee, stomach turning as you stared at his broken face.

"what?"

"the sky people are after me and my family... we must leave the clan to protect everyone."

you stayed quiet for a minute, trying to process what he had just told you. "then i am coming with you."

"no- it is too dangerous."

neteyam went to stand, you quickly following his lead.

"neteyam-"

"ma y/n, please," it was the first time you had seen him cry. his voice was shaking as he ran a hand through his long braids.

"please stay here. it is not safe for you to come."

"i cannot lose you, 'teyam."

your mate pulled you into his embrace, your head resting into the crook of his neck as you both sniffled.

"you will not lose me, i am just going to be away for awhile."

"how are you going to protect me?" you asked him quietly, tears rolling off your cheeks and onto his chest.

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𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍

'𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

it had been months since neteyam left you. everyday your heart yearned for him, needing to see and hold your mate once more. but you knew your people needed you, so you continued to stay.

as the days went past, your heart continued to grow heavy. you had been complaining to mo'at of a stomach ache for a week now, neither of you knowing how to treat it.

but when you were sleeping, a voice woke you up gently.

norm's eyes met yours, an apologetic yet scared look on his face.

"jake just called, he said something is wrong with kiri. do you want to come with us?"

you quickly jumped up, rushing after the group of dream walkers. the pain in your stomach grew tighter as you called your ikran.

"we go!" you said to the group, jumping onto your purple ikran with gold accents.

you glided next to the avatars as they flew in a helicopter, your mind racing as the edge of the forest grew closer.

you were gripping onto the hold of your ikran in pain, a gust of wind faltering your movement.

neteyam…

it sounded like someone was warning you. a chill ran down your spine as you looked around.

"we have to loop around, y/n." norm called out. you nodded, not forgetting the eerie spirit that called out your mate's name.

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the journey was long as your tired eyes threatened to close every minute. you had no clue where you were going, following the helicopter full of dream walkers.

as you let out another yawn, you opened your eyes fully to see the clearest water you have ever seen. you couldn't help but marvel at the sight, seeing every coral and creature that lived.

"alright, closing in." you heard norm speak.

you straightened your back and adjusting your clothing garments, preparing to meet your mate. what if he found someone else? what if he didn't want you to come?

the thoughts ate away at you as you saw the clan of reef people. you couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving your people, your stomach aching once more.

your ikran roared as the helicopter landed on the sand, a crowd forming around as you narrowed your eyes. your gaze on jake, your father-in-law.

you let out a deep breath as you landed your ikran, jumping off the creature and disconnecting your queues.

"y/n?" jake asked, releasing norm from a strange embrace.

"where is neteyam?" you questioned him. you both looked exhausted, despite jake being directly on the peaceful ocean.

"he is with kiri."

you could feel people's eyes on you, judging your appearance, fawning over it, or confused on why you showed up.

you nodded at your father-in-law, following after norm and jake as they rushed to help kiri.

they approached a marui pod, your heart rate suddenly picking up as your previous thoughts filled your head. your chest hurt from anxiety and you couldn't help but peek in the pod.

there sat tuk, neytiri, lo'ak, and neteyam.

"y/n?" tuk gasped in excitement, noticing the feather and beads she braided into your hair one night.

your body appeared from the entrance, everyone's ears dropped as the sun gave you a silhouette.

"y/n!" tuk ran over to you, hugging your stomach tightly as you hugged her back. neteyam quickly stood up, believing it was all a dream.

as tuk let go, your eyes built tears as your mate approached you.

"ma y/n?" he asked softly, almost scared to believe you were really here with him. you nodded, hugging him tightly.

back in your mate's embrace, it felt as if every thought was swept away. until you heard, "neteyam" whisper past your ear, wind rushing into the pod.

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𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜

𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

neteyam had taken you out onto the beach that night, happiness in his body; an emotion he hasn't felt in months.

his hand held yours as you two walked on the cold sand, your toes scrunching against the dirt-like substance. the sound of the waves was like music to your ears.

"i cannot believe you are here," neteyam said. it was hours after norm left, sunset dawning over pandora. the sky a deep purple, illuminating both your white freckles.

"we do not get sunsets like these in the forest," you teased.

neteyam grinned down at you, watching as you sat on the sand. he followed your lead, stars softly coating the sky.

neteyam laid down, not caring about sand getting stuck in his hair. you laid on his chest, cuddling against him as you gazed on the pretty eclipse.

"i could not last another day without you, ma neteyam," you admitted. his calming heartbeat reassured you everything, his hand gently running up and down your bicep.

"i hated being away from you... but you shouldn't have come, y/n." your mate replied.

you frowned at his words, leaning up so you could look down on his glowing features. "whatever comes, we will tackle it together. we will protect each other."

“i promise you, we will go home together.”

you leaned down to press a nurturing kiss on his plump lips, his hand moving to your lower back. he pushed you closer to him, desperate for your attention he has so longed for.

that night you reconnected on the beach, unknowing it would be the last peaceful night you share.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗

life seemed to be going by too quickly. the next day, the tsahìk, ronal, had her spirit sister and calf die. your heart ached for the poor woman, never wanting to lose your own ikran.

neteyam held your hand as the metkayina people grouped together, doing cultural shouts. you looked at your mate, holding onto his bicep as jake calmed the crowd down.

"you tell the tulkun that if they're hit by one of these they're marked for death, okay?" jake announced, showing a tracking dart.

your eyes trained on the bright yellow dart, you didn't notice lo'ak slipping out of the marui pod. "c'mon," neteyam grabbed you.

"no way you're going out there, baby brother." neteyam said to lo'ak as you watched the brothers.

"i have to warn payakan about the sky people," lo'ak remarked.

"no, i've got to keep your skxawng (idiot) ass here."

you heard your mate sigh before he continued speaking.

"why do you always have to be so difficult?"

"no, you mean why can't i be the perfect little soldier like you?"

"lo'ak-" you intervened, the boys' gaze landing on you. you gave the younger boy a back-off look.

lo'ak scoffed at you, continuing his rant.

"i'm not you! he's my brother, i'm going." lo'ak's words were filled with rage.

"no, i'm your brother!" neteyam yelled at his brother, seeing him dive into the water.

"lo'ak! get back here you- ugh!" neteyam shouted in frustration.

"we must go after him!" neteyam announced as a few other metkayina people approached, named tsireya, ao'nung, and rotxo.

you jumped onto neteyam's ilu, holding tightly onto his lower waist as you sucked in your breath. the familiar twist of your stomach appeared, your heart thundering in your chest as you felt your mate grip your thigh.

as you all approached lo'ak, your eyes marveled at the massive creature that befriended lo'ak.

"help! he's been hit!" lo'ak shouted, all of you jumping onto the animal. you let out a gasp as the tulkun had a tracking dart on him, your eyes shifting up to see kiri and tuk approaching.

"y/n- what is happening?" tuk asked, holding onto your hand as you helped her onto the tulkun.

you turned around, seeing a ship approaching.

"neteyam!" you announced. everyone moved quickly as the ship continued to approach, lo'ak calling for backup to jake.

time moved too quick as the teens finally yanked the dart off payakan. "i will throw them off!"

neteyam took off on the ilu as you urged tuk and kiri onto one.

tuk held onto you, frightened by what was happening. none of you went very far as submarines were hot on your tail, splitting you all up.

you made sure to not lose tuk as you were struggling to hold your breath, not being prepared like your family was.

you soon found an air pocket, making sure tuk was with you as you sucked in deep breaths.

“i’m scared.” tuk admitted to you, her voice shaky.

“it is okay, i will get you back to neytiri and jake okay, i promise.” tuk nodded as tsireya swam into the air pocket with lo’ak.

“we have to get away,” tsireya said.

“we’re trapped.” lo’ak’s energy was full of frustration.

neteyam…

the voice once again whipped past your ear, making it falter.

“you three just need to escape, i will try to hold them off.” you told them.

nodding in agreement, you sucked in a deep breath as you swam in front of them. a force pushed you back, and you quickly realized that a net had caught tsireya and tuk.

you swam up to the surface, gasping for air as you called for your ikran.

the creature quickly scooped you up from the ocean water, your body dripping as you flew off to try and meet jake and neytiri.

your eyes narrowed as you saw another ikran approaching. “neytiri!” you shouted out.

she flew next to you, panic written on her face.

“they took tuk and lo’ak.”

she hissed in frustration, speaking to jake in their ear pieces. “you will keep watch for us.”

you didn’t argue with the mother, your mind too far gone into panic.

and as jake stood off with the sky people, your body slowly dried off from the sharp wind.

but when payakan leaped out of the water and took out people, you couldn’t help but notice your mate jump onto the ship.

the reef people and neytiri rushed into war, trying to give you all time to escape. you flew down next to the ship, jumping off to meet neteyam.

“y/n, get tuk and tsireya out of here!”

“girls go!” you barked the command, watching as they dove off safely.

neteyam hissed gently, mad you didn’t follow them. “together, remember?”

“we need to get spider!” lo’ak announced, taking off into the ship.

neteyam rushed after him, you quickly on their tail.

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But I set fire to the rain

Watched it pour as I touched your face

Well, it burned while I cried

'Cause I heard it screaming out your name

Your name

neteyam…

you once again felt chills run down your body, your mate’s name being called out to you.

“ma neteyam,” you whispered. you didn’t get another chance to speak before the boys jumped down to fight off the sky people, protecting their friend, spider.

“okay, let us get out of here!”

a gunshot sounded next to your figures, making your already anxious heart worsen. neteyam pushed you all forward, urging you to get off the ship.

fire igniting from the inside of the ship, ash forming on all your bodies.

“give me this!” he took the gun from lo’ak, shooting off some sky people as spider and lo’ak dove into the ocean.

“y/n, go!” neteyam commanded.

you opened your mouth to speak, but your mate’s name was being chanted in your head.

neteyam… neteyam… neteyam… neteyam…

“y/n!” he shouted, pulling you out of your trance. you jumped into the ocean, feeling the wave of another body next to you.

your head was ringing as you kicked your feet to the surface, your stomach pain stopping as your heartbeat slowed.

you looked around for your mate, feeling as if the rushing time had now stopped.

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I set fire to the rain

And I threw us into the flames

When it fell, something died

'Cause I knew that that was

The last time, the last time

“i’m shot,” he moaned out in pain.

the words rung in your head, making your vision fuzzy. tsireya called an ilu, all of them forcing neteyam on the animal.

you jumped onto the animal, the chant continuing as neteyam leaned onto you for support.

his blood seeped onto your breast as jake met you all on a rocky island, helping you grab your injured mate.

your body was numb from shock, seeing your mate bleed out as neytiri now joined you.

neteyam was gasping for breath as he grabbed your hand. you gripped onto him, now coming back to reality.

“ma neteyam-“ you choked out.

“i’m sorry,” he apologized to everyone.

you ran your hand against his forehead to his cheek, tears pouring from your darkened eyes.

“i cannot lose you, 'teyam.” you cried, staring into his once bright eyes that were now dull and lifeless.

“y/n- i-“ neteyam choked out, but his sentence was never finished as his grip loosened.

the familiar feeling of your heart dropping now returned, one you would never wish upon anyone.

and as his soul slipped away, the ringing stopped. there was no more chanting, nothing but silence.

and then neytiri began screaming from grief, jake trying to calm her down.

too overwhelmed with shock, you stared down at your mate. his once happy, bright, wise soul now with the great mother.

you hadn’t even noticed jake and neytiri left, the only noise that you processed is the sound of the waves hitting the rock. tsireya was crying with lo’ak, saddened over the loss of the mighty warrior.

you placed your mate’s hand on your chest, relishing in the moments you spent together.

flashbacks stuck in your head from the night he left you, the night you two shared just a few days ago.

your ears were downturned as tears fell onto his wrist, eyes closed as you tried to feel your mate.

“i can’t feel you-“ you sobbed quietly.

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Sometimes I wake up by the door

That heart you caught must be waiting for you

Even now, when we're already over

I can't help myself from looking for you

the night of neteyam’s funeral you went to ronal for stomach pain.

the ceremony was beautiful, watching your mate have his energy be taken back by eywa. and while you were still in disbelief, you will never forget how the bright life engulfed him.

he was always so filled with light and joy, sharing it to others. he had the ability to cheer anyone up, and it made him adored by many.

and you will continue to keep that memory of him.

she was cleaning her home, her pregnant belly bulging as she came over and placed her finned hand directly on your stomach.

“you are pregnant.”

three years later

“zerok! be careful!” you laughed, chasing after your son.

you scooped him up in your arms, blowing against his belly as he giggled from your antics.

he wiggled out of your arms, continuing to run over to the beach. your son loved playing on the sand with the other kids, babbling with them as they played with nature.

you watched as your son approached a crying girl, cocking his head. he didn’t say anything, just began to hug her.

and when you realized the sight, tears began to build in your eyes. zerok looked identical to neteyam and you only hoped he would get his personality too.

you saw your deceased mate in zerok, a strong wave of emotion washing over you as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

that night, you took zerok to the spirit tree of the metkayina clan. you had resided there for the years as your mate was with their ancestors, not yours.

“ready, baby?” you smiled down at your son, helping him swim down to the tree.

you carefully connected his queue to the tree, following yours after. and as you closed your eyes, you felt like you were being sucked back.

your eyes opened, the sound of purring coming from a few feet away. the figure was hidden by brush as you cautiously pushed it away.

there, you saw neteyam. he was holding zerok in his arms, cradling him to sleep.

you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, scared that if you were to blink everything would disappear.

“there you are, i was beginning to worry about you.”

neteyam’s voice was gentle, a soft rasp hidden behind his vocal cords. he turned around, his face faltering once he saw you crying.

“why are you crying?” he asked, reaching his hand up to wipe away your tears.

“i just love my boys so much,” you said. pressing a kiss to zerok’s temple, neteyam leaned down to press his forehead to yours. you heard him sigh as he spoke.

“let’s go home.”

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Pile 1: Some of you could be Shiv bhakts, you need to see that worshipping and paying respects to shiv family is equally important, in your case Nandi Ji, learning the value of patience especially in October, not backing down from opposition, showing strength and fortitude ahead all while being patient and calm. You are not rushing the process, you are going along with it how ever long it might be because you have single-minded focus. That’s the attitude you need to adopt. That is the attitude you already have but cannot see. Someone new is entering your life, possibly a man it could be an exciting event for you, you may have been waiting for this for a long time, for some this is a mentor and a critic who will help you get better in your craft. A sincere wish is being granted. Often the mistake we make is being too rigid with our manifestations, if you look closely your wish is being fulfilled maybe in a different way, but you get what you wished for. You could meet the new person at a party or during tea time in someone else’s house, for some of you it is marriage. You might get married to your perfect partner who could be different from the one you are fixated on right now, it’s a general reading so take what resonates. You could be sensitive to criticism, and it is saying you should learn to accept valid criticism. You are being told to beware of greed, it could also lead to parting ways either in business or relationships.If someone tries to make you do anything against your wish, speak up, you are being reassured that you will be taken care of during difficult times. A meeting with a stranger could be important, it could be related to money or property. USE YOUR INTUITION TO MAKE BENEFICIAL CHANGES. Comment ‘111’ to claim this.  🌙DM for personalised tarot readings🌙

Pile 2: You are the ones who check things multiple times, you do not believe anything till you are 110% sure. If you are planning  something or making a decision that involves APRIl of 2023 or 2024, use your intuition and psychic abilities, make a decision based on that. Let yourself relax completely and let the answer come to you. YOU CANNOT SEE THIS RIGHT NOW BUT THERE IS Increase IN MATERIAL WEALTH AND SPIRITUAL GROWTH for you. It is making way, working in the background, you’ll see results soon, again April is significant. You will be shown the way in matters related to decisions, if it’s someone else trying to make you do something that is against your will, you will be shown the way too. This message was in pile 1 as well. Way to go, pile 2! You have an abundance of good news and spiritual love coming in. Some of you could be Krishna Bhakts or have a craving to live in Vrindavan near to Radhe Krishna, wish will be fulfilled, you will be called to take a trip at least. There might be sorrow and discomfort with a relative especially a younger man in your family. There is shown victory in some endeavor you are planning to undertake especially if it is something you have worked hard on so it can take off. In business do not be emotional, be resourceful and shrewd , you might experience some sadness and nostalgia  over letting something go. For business and career or personal growth I am seeing progress. If you are ever in trouble or someone is accusing you of something, do not speak in anger, control it or you will be sorry. It is time to act like a lion. Some of you could have placements in Leo or it could be your rising. HAPPINESS AND WELL-BEING IS COMING EVEN THOUGH IT DOES NOT SEEM LIKE IT, even if there is dullness right now, joy and happiness are making their way to you.  Comment ‘222’ to claim this.  🌙DM for personalised tarot readings🌙

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