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@wickjump you will never not be an absolute genius
#UTDR#UTMV#Wickjump#I just need these tags I have to keep them#I wanna print them and put them on my wall#This is everything to me#He just instantly becomes that like ''I'm the only one who does any work around here!!''#But if you try to help he's like ''but that's mine :< that's my job I do that :c''#Nightmare is gonna have to invest in so many star stickers#Do you think they have one of those star charts for Cross to put them on?#And the others have like. maybe 1 or 2 stars and Cross has like 45#But still refuses to believe he has earned anything around here#And him being mildly terrified of Horror#He's got that Jason Voorhees intimidating aura lol#I love Killer being like finally I don't have to do dishes! and then immediately trying to distract the guy who does dishes#Nightmare must think he hates having plates or something#No he just can't see Cross and leave him alone apparently#Also I feel like this adds a new layer to the saga of ''why are you always in Cross's bed''#Because I can imagine one time Killer invited Cross to sleep in his bed instead#But Cross took one look at the clothes all over his floor and junk everywhere and was like ''I have to leave right now immediately'' lol#Anyway I love reading your tags and posts so much they make my day <3
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i will be "i should make art of a ranbarumban" and come out with two minor ocs and ideas for two more
#don't think too much about the perspective i beg of you#the only reason this took as long as it did was because i was like âi need to add more stickersâ#then i realized that was the devil talking and i was never gonna get around to that#anyway we've got sketchy merchant who thinks they're scamming this girl by selling her junk#and terminally online fandom youtuber who knows that it's actually worth the price (to collectors at least)#they both walk away happy with the exchange#plus concepts of:#limotubian who just steals shit but always âim babyâs his way out of it#and wuudite who's honestly kinda pathetic but accidentally intimidates her way to success on account of being 6m tall#those two plus the merchant are all part of the same crew and they're competent money-makers for all the wrong reasons#much more lighthearted than the ISS Diclops after the#like#backstory creation#hyperfixating on two ocs and on how their backstories and personalities are foils of each other#then playing a round of meteos and remembering this is the game the ocs are from. genuinely great experience#i can feel the âmy oc koz lord of vampiresâ effect kicking in#or something adjacent to it#oh thats a lot of tags#meteos#dejeh#ranbarumba#digital art#id in alt text
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i'm watching influencer drama rn and OMG they're so DUMB
#junk drawer of wonders#its about the nyc influencers being called boring and freaking out#tbh i HATE the entire concept of âlife styleâ influencers#just say you have nothing of value to add to the convo and move on#i used to follow a bunch on insta#but now i don't anymore#because they just add nothing to the convo!!! the only thing you get out of their post is fomo from their item of the week!#if i'm following âinfluencersâ usually its an actually creative person who has something new and fresh to add#(ytbers i watch. people who turn great fashion/makeup looks. people who write poetry/make music/draw art)#idk im just getting worked up about this#probably just need to touch grass#i think the only life style influencers i follow is dobocho and alex bondoc#but even then i really only watch their yt vlogs which i find to be shot and edited in a very interesting way
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Cradle Robbers: The Third Trimester | JJK


Summary: Everything feels different after having the worst scare of your life, but your baby's due date is fast approaching and there's still plenty more important things to do than rifle through your ever-growing feelings for Jungkook. He certainly doesn't make it easy on you when he's constantly sweeping you off your feet.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Pregnancy AU, Childhood Friends to FWB to Lovers, Slow-Burn, Smut, Fluff, Crack, Angst (barely, you have to squint to see it)
Word Count: 24.9k+
Warnings: pregnancy, childbirth, water breaking, talks of bodily fluids, blood, blood transfusion, mentions of dizziness, anxiety, surprises, gifts, alcohol, thunderstorms, hospitals, doctors, nurses, scrubs, wheelchairs, crying, screaming, extreme physical pain, airplanes. SMUT: kissing, cuddling, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, big dick jk!!!, oral sex (m receiving), doggy, dick riding, titty play, lactation kink, making out in the shower, cream pie, grinding, hair pulling, choking, manhandling, ok I think that might be it!
Author's Note: I actually cannot believe the final chapter is here. the amount of love I've received from this story is so overwhelming and it makes me unbelievably happy that you guys love these two as much as I do. here's to an epic conclusion for our couple and their beautiful baby! if youâve given birth and see any inaccuracies pls just look the other way lol. also, to the anon that asked me about a lactation kink and I said no... I promise I'm not a liar you just inspired me to add one. thank you all so much for all the support. enjoy, my lovely readers :)
-> Cradle Robbers Masterpost
SEVEN
You sincerely hope your fellow grocery shoppers donât see you with six bottles of wine balancing on your baby bump and think youâre a monster. It obviously isnât for you, but stranger things have happened and you have no control over what these people may think of you.Â
The sole reason youâre purchasing copious amounts of alcohol is because itâs wine night, and tonight is the inaugural gathering at your house. The girls are all unbelievably excited to see the illustrious home, including the partially decorated nursery theyâve only seen via video call.
Itâs since been painted a neutral beige color with an adorable cat and dog mural on the wall behind the crib. More artwork occupies the remaining walls, including a set of picture frames containing photos of you and Jungkook from childhood until now. The furnitureâs all been built at this point, although some of it still needs to be placed and secured to the wall. The ample supply of stuffed animals provided by none other than your babyâs father reside in a hammock above the rocking chair.Â
Jungkook will be at Namjoonâs tonight along with the other guys so you can have the place to yourselves, which youâre grateful for since it wouldnât be very conducive to conversation if a central topic of your gossip is present. He certainly doesnât need his ego stroked by you enthusiastically retelling the girls about all your wild sexual encounters.Â
Visually taking stock of your haul, which mostly consists of junk food and wine, you mentally run through your shopping list one last time before heading to the checkout. The employee scanning your items looks surprised when she glances between your belly and the wine collection, but thankfully doesnât comment on the questionable items. She informs you of the total and you tap Jungkookâs black card against the machine. Once you hear the familiar chime, you thank the woman and steer your cart towards the parking lot.
A recent development of your pregnancy is that you began your third and final trimester by quitting your job, hence why youâre paying for groceries with Jungkookâs card and not your own.
Itâs been on the table for a while now, with you and Jungkook discussing it here and there over the last couple months. After crunching the numbers, the two of you mutually agreed itâs for the best. Since your salary is astronomically smaller than Jungkookâs, you would lose more money paying for childcare than by removing your salary from the equation altogether.Â
Being a stay-at-home mom was never the plan, even when you were younger, but now that youâre pregnant, the idea is more appealing than ever. Not only do you want to be present for all the special moments of their childhood, but Jungkook is loaded and thereâs no reason to pay for a nanny or daycare when he can care for you financially while you take care of things at home.Â
Truthfully, itâs been difficult depending on him, not because he makes it so, but because you still feel guilty using his money. Your last paycheck was about two weeks ago, so youâre exclusively using his funds and the first time you tapped his card against the machine you nearly bit your lip off. On the flip side, Jungkookâs been profusely scolding you for refusing to go on a huge spending spree with his no limit credit card.Â
Heâs been continuously sending you links to buy expensive jewelry, clothes, and handbags, and threatens to buy them for you himself if you donât run his bank account dry soon. Itâs the first time in his life youâve given him the go ahead to support you in that way and heâs adamant about you taking advantage of the opportunity.Â
Ironically, the only thing youâve bought other than essentials is a gift for him.Â
Last week his gaming headset snapped in half when Bam decided they were a perfect seat. Jungkook was rightfully distraught and refused to look his beloved pet in the eye for the remainder of the evening. Determined to mend their relationship, you went out the following morning to buy him the latest and greatest.Â
When you presented him the gift, Jungkook lifted you so far above his head in excitement you feared hitting the ceiling. Despite his own bank account decreasing, the thoughtfulness of your act sent him over the moon with joy. He attacked you with kisses once your feet met the ground again, and you had to pry him off you before your lips turned purple.Â
Independence is a key character trait of yours, so this new lifestyle is definitely an adjustment, but it would be a lie to say it doesnât feel just a little bit nice using a card that doesnât have your own name on it.Â
During your drive home, the contact image of Jungkook positively cheesing next to your most recent ultrasound photo appears on the dashboard screen. Your heart does an involuntary flip at the sight, and you press the green answer button just as the car turns down your street.
âHey, baby.â
Despite his usage of a pet name, Jungkook sounds exasperated, and maybe slightly annoyed, when the phone connects.
âKoo? Is everything alright?â
âNo, Bams,â he admits begrudgingly. âThereâs a leak under the kitchen faucet. Itâs pretty bad. I donât think we can have the girls over tonight, but I already called the Blue Lagoon Lounge and booked a room for you guys. The drinks and food are all paid for already. So, text the girls to let them know and have fun, okay?â
âWhat? Jungkook, are you sure? If the leak isnât going to take more than a couple hours I can just tell the girls to come later.â
âNo, no,â Jungkook says. âJust go enjoy yourself and Iâll take care of this. I donât want your night to be cut short at all. The reservation is under Jeon.â
âAlright,â you mumble. âLove you, talk to you soon.â
âLove you more, Bambi, Iâll see you soon.â
You voice-to-text your group chat to reiterate the news and your friends are downright ecstatic about having access to unlimited free food and drinks.Â
In fact, the last text to ping your phone from Tzuyu reads: âthank you so fucking much for getting knocked up by a sexy millionaire. I owe you my life.â The three other members of the chat heart react the message.Â
When you arrive at the restaurant, you look down and mentally congratulate yourself on already being dressed in your attire for the evening. Itâs unusually warm for this time of year, so youâre in a floral tea-length dress with your hair up. Your friend group doesnât normally get dolled up for these occasions, but Mina is finally ready to reacclimate herself to the dating scene and suggested a mini photoshoot for your choice of entertainment tonight.Â
The Blue Lagoon Lounge is massive, with a full dining room, smaller private suites, and large banquet halls in the back. Upon telling the hostess the name, she leads you through a couple of winding hallways and rooms. She gestures towards a pair of double doors once you reach your destination and you gaze at her inquisitively, wondering if she got the room right. Sensing your confusion, she nods to reaffirm her guidance and steps aside so you can enter.Â
The moment your feet cross the threshold, the eruption of sound from inside the room makes you jump in shock.
âSURPRISE!âÂ
Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as your jaw falls open.
All of your friends and family are scattered around the large room which overlooks the river on the edge of your city. The multitude of round tables which occupy the space are decorated beautifully with white, purple, and yellow flowers along with gorgeous fine china place settings. Thereâs a liberal sized bar along the back wall and an even bigger buffet table in the corner closest to you. Â
When your surveying eyes land on Jungkook, who's standing with your friends beside the grand, floor length windows, he smirks and wiggles his phone in accomplishment.Â
âYou little liar!âÂ
âI did good, right?â
âYes, which is concerning because youâre a terrible liar,â you say while approaching them.
âOh, donât worry, he needed plenty of coaching,â Mina states.
âWe went over the script four times,â Nayeon mentions.
âAnd my hands still shook!â Jungkook responds before holding his hand up to show you it twitching.Â
You clasp the appendage between your own and kiss his knuckles, pulling him into you for a tight embrace. He laughs heartily as his arms latch around you, tugging you up against him until your heels lift from the floor. His hand holds the nape of your neck while you rest your head on his shoulder.Â
âThank you, baby,â you whisper to him. âThis is amazing.â
âI didnât do anything besides pay for it, Bambi. Your friends did all this,â he tells you.Â
âUh, see, now heâs getting a little too good at lying,â Tzuyu says from behind you. âIt was his idea, Y/N.â
You reluctantly depart from his warmth, but lace your fingers together while you stand side by side.
âNo,â Jungkook shakes his head modestly. âI mentioned it once in passing and you guys took it from there.â
âSo humble, JK,â Jihyo clicks her tongue disapprovingly.Â
Hugging the girls one by one, you thank them for sacrificing a wine night for your surprise baby shower before moving throughout the room to greet everyone else who came to celebrate you.
Jungkook follows closely behind with a hand on your lower back, thanking everyone for coming with an adorable bow of his head. He does it so much that at one point you place your hand beneath his chin to stop him so he doesnât get a headache.Â
Your parents are last, but of course not least, and you donât miss the way your moms make eye contact with matching cheshire grins when they notice where Jungkookâs hand resides.Â
The six of you exchange hugs and your mom holds your hands afterwards, excitedly shaking them in the air.Â
âOh sweetie, werenât you so surprised?â She asks.
âYes! It was the last thing I was expecting, but Iâm so grateful everyone came,â you answer her.
âYouâre glowing, sweetpea,â your dad comments.
Once the greetings are complete, everyone moseys around grabbing drinks and placing their gifts on the long table at the front of the room. You join Jungkook at the bar to grab his drink, which he thrice pretends to hand you before pulling it back with an annoyingly cute giggle. Rolling your eyes, you take his hand and lead him to the little sweetheart table at the very center of the wall of windows which faces the rest of the room.
Before tables are dismissed one by one to grab food from the buffet, Jihyo stands and clinks a fork against her glass to garner everyoneâs attention.Â
âHi everyone, for those who donât know me, Iâm Jihyo. I want to say a little something before we eat and celebrate the amazing woman sitting at the front of the room.â She beckons towards you with her hands and the sound of everyoneâs cheers turns your face bright red. âY/N is the most loving, caring, wonderful soul Iâve ever known and although it wasnât planned,â she purposely whispers the last word, sending a wave of laughter across the room. âI am absolutely certain sheâll be the most amazing mother the world has ever known. I love you so much, babe, and I canât wait to meet your little one.âÂ
She raises her glass for a toast, and you parrot the act with your virgin mimosa.Â
âI believe the little oneâs daddy also has something heâd like to say?â
Jungkookâs eyes go wide, his hand pointing to his chest in surprise, clearly not expecting the spotlight. Jihyo nods encouragingly and shoots him a double thumbs up as she takes her seat. Always one for a challenge, Jungkook cracks his neck, clicks his tongue, and clears his throat before standing with his drink in hand.Â
âHello,â Jungkook says quietly while fidgeting with his shirt collar. âIâm fairly certain everyone here knows me, since you canât really know Bambi without knowing me, too.â He taps his fingers against his glass as he ponders his next move. âI, umâŠâ You squeeze his hand where it rests on his thigh and a smile creeps onto his face, his eyes briefly catching your supportive gaze. âJihyoâs right, this wasnât planned, not even a little bit, but it was without a doubt the best surprise of my life.âÂ
Jungkookâs ears go red to match the blush painting his cheeks.Â
âIâm so incredibly thankful to call her my best friend and the mother of my child. I know Iâll never be able to repay her for everything sheâs going through to bring our little one into the world. Her body and mind have been through hell and Iâve spent my entire life chasing away whatever may bring her pain and sorrow, so itâs been really challenging to feel so helpless. But she handles everything so beautifully, with so much grace and understanding, and I grow more in awe of her with every passing day.âÂ
He takes a deep breath and faces you with his glass held high.Â
âYouâre the best thing to ever happen to me, Bams, and thereâs nothing you deserve more than to be celebrated for everything you do and will do in the future as a mother. I love you more than words can describe, Y/N.â
You gasp, your hands slapping against your mouth as tears immediately threaten your waterline. Itâs been nearly two decades since the last time you heard the sound of your name rolling off his tongue, and you donât think the syllables have ever sounded so beautiful.Â
Jungkook smiles devilishly at the exact reaction he was hoping to pull from you.Â
Your head falls forward as you cry into your palms, the kindhearted words from both him and Jihyo making your heart clench from all the love itâs receiving. Jungkook returns to his seat to console you, letting you cry on his shoulder instead.Â
âYou said my name,â you whimper.
The sound of his low chuckle meets your ears.
âDonât get used to it, Bambi.â
He places multiple kisses between the strands of your hair and wipes the remaining tears away after you raise your head. If you werenât currently surrounded by loved ones, youâd kiss him senseless and probably drop to your knees if youâre being totally honest.
When you glance around the room after falling back into your chair with a sigh, you notice your mom dabbing her waterline with a tissue while his mom reapplies the makeup under her eyes. You giggle and nudge Jungkook to show him, and he joins in your adoration of the two women with a loving shake of his head.Â
Following dinner, your four friends run a series of typical baby shower games, some of which are guessing games while others require basic baby knowledge.Â
You barely partake in the festivities yourself, too busy goofing off with Jungkook as he writes the most incorrect answers imaginable. The two of you laugh hysterically through every question as if youâre the only ones present, despite being the sole reason for the celebration.
An executive decision is made to open gifts at home rather than have everyone watch you ooh and aww at baby trinkets for an hour. Itâs far more appealing to you to walk around and mingle with your loved ones, which is precisely what you do after dessert.Â
âItâs the woman of the hour!â Yunjin cheers as you place yourself on Chaewonâs lap and rest your head on her shoulder.
âThank you guys so much for coming,â you tell them.
âWe wouldnât miss it for the world,â Hoseok states.
âWeâre so happy for you, Y/N, and weâre so excited to be aunts and uncles,â Namjoon says.
âAlso, are you and Jungkook like⊠a thing, because eyes donât lie and that man is googoo gaga for you,â Eunchae asks.Â
âAnd itâs not like youâre any better,â Yoongi adds.
You nibble on your lip as your eyes peruse the room and land on Jungkookâs silhouette standing beside your dads.Â
âNo, at least, not officially, but somethingâs definitely changed recently,â you answer honestly.
âHow so?â Jin asks.
âYou guys know how we went through that awful miscarriage scare last month?â They all nod. âWell, ever since then it feels like the energyâs shifted. Neither of us have said anything, but I know we both feel it. I mean, Iâve slept in his bed every night since, we constantly kiss outside of sexual activities, and weâve started casually calling each other baby.â
âOh, so you guys are like, in love love,â Jimin states.
âI donât know,â you respond. âHeâs always taken up nearly my entire heart, but Iâm still figuring out if heâs finally got a monopoly on it or not.â
âY/N, honey, you said so yourself youâve never been happier,â Chaewon notes. âDonât overthink it.â
You flash her a grateful smile as a thank you for her advice before telling them youâll see them later and going to converse with your other guests. Â
At one point, you realize you havenât seen Taehyung or Mina in a while and do a once over of the room. When you spot them cuddled up in the back corner giggling to each other, you smirk. They hooked up once a few years ago before Mina started dating Mingyu, and you would be more than happy to see them rekindle their affair.
You catch Jungkookâs attention from across the room and point to them as nonchalantly as possible. When his eyes land on them, they light up and he makes a proud OK sign with his hand.Â
Some people stay for a while and others wish you good luck with the delivery before sunset, but by the time Jungkook is done loading all the presents in your dadâs truck, only your parents remain. Â
âOh, shit, I donât have a car,â Jungkook states when he returns for a final sweep of the room. âI drove over here with Tzuyu.â
It wouldnât normally be an issue since you and him could drive home together, but for storage purposes your parents are taking the gifts home and he has to follow behind your dad to help bring them inside.Â
âJust take my car and Iâll go with my mom,â you suggest.
Everyone exchanges goodbyes and you tell Jungkook youâll see him later at home. He bends down to kiss your cheek after you hug him, and it forces you to hide a radiant blush crawling up your face and neck.
Itâs familiar being in the passenger seat of your momâs car, although it's been a while. She drives through the city towards your house with the radio on low, but you can already tell sheâs itching to speak.
âSweetie, you know you can tell me anything, right?â Sensing where this is going, you inhale exasperatedly. âNo, donât give me excuses. I know youâve been keeping things from me because you donât want me to get my hopes up.â
You sit back in your seat, your arms crossing over each other.Â
âItâs just not any of your business, Mom,â you tell her.
âI donât need to know everything, especially that stuff, but I can tell you have a lot on your mind. And I know something is going on. I see the way you look at him and how he looks at you. Itâs not the same as it was before.â She squeezes your thigh lovingly. âJust talk to me, sweetheart.â
âThere⊠there isnât much to say.â She sends a disapproving glance in your direction. âOkay, yeah, maybe things have changed, but I donât know in what way yet. I think weâre both happy with the way things are and donât feel a need to label it or discuss it. Maybe once the babyâs born, we will.â
âAre you alright with that? You usually tell Jungkook everything the very moment it enters your mind.â
âItâs different this time. Iâm not afraid to tell him or worry Iâll get rejected, but it just feels like weâre in this perfect bubble of joy and love and I donât want to pop it.â
âWhat if it doesnât pop, though? What if it makes the bubble even stronger?â
You toss her words around in your mind, nodding your head as your brain parses through the information.
âThat would be nice.â
âIâm not trying to pressure you, sweetie, and I donât want you to ever take my feelings into account when yours are the only ones that matter, but I want all the happiness in the world for you and that boy is heaven sent.â
âYeah,â you agree with a smile. âHe is. I donât know how I got so lucky.â
âThat would be me,â she proudly reminds you.Â
You laugh with your head thrown back. And to think, the only reason youâre all here today is because their university randomly assigned them to be roommates.Â
She drops you off at home with a hug and kiss on your cheek. Once inside, you hear Usagi meowing in annoyance at someone and when you round the corner, you see Jungkook rolling her back and forth on the couch as though sheâs a furry rolling pin. He merely giggles at her indignation and attacks her little head with kisses.Â
âLeave my daughter alone, will you?â
âHey, sheâs my daughter, too,â Jungkook retorts with a pout. When he turns over his shoulder to see you, the poutâs long gone and been replaced by a peaceful smile. âDid you have fun tonight, Bambi?â
He stands to full height and slides his hands into his pockets, still dressed in his attire from the evening sans the sport coat. His poor dress shirt is barely holding on by a thread where it lays across his chest, the buttons holding on for dear life to fit over the contours of his pecs. The slacks heâs wearing arenât doing much better, with the black fabric stretched tight to accommodate the muscular thighs beneath. It makes both your mouth and pussy water.
âOf course, I did! I canât thank you enough, Koo,â you say while meeting him by the couch.Â
âThereâs no need to thank me, baby. You deserve it.â
âWell, I can think of something that you deserve in return,â you propose using the sultry eyes you know he melts for everytime.Â
His eyebrows twitch upwards, an anticipatory smile growing as he holds your gaze. Instead of waiting for a reply, your hand shoves at his shoulder to send him tumbling backwards into the couch. Knees automatically spreading wide open for you, you use your leverage on his thighs to kneel before him.
âBams, you donât have to,â he tells you, but his hand is already in your hair as you unbuckle his belt.Â
âI want to.â You bend down to kiss him over his boxers once his pants are in a puddle around his ankles. âI want to so fucking bad, baby.â
Jungkook moans when your tongue presses down on the fabric and causes his dick to twitch. You quickly pull the garment down his legs and let it fall atop his slacks. Heâs already sporting a semi that makes your thighs clench, the sight of his thick cock slowly becoming one of your favorites.Â
Pumping him with your hand, you kiss and bite his thick thighs until heâs rock hard and leaking precum down your palm. You lick over his slit with a hungry moan and Jungkook throws his head back against the couch in response.Â
âOh, babygirl, that feels so fucking good.â
His hand becomes a ponytail, pulling all the strands away from your face so you can work unhindered and he has a clear view of you sucking him off.Â
Your lips leisurely wrap around his head while you stare into his steadily darkening eyes. When you use suction and torturously swirl your tongue beneath the ridge separating the head from his shaft, Jungkookâs hips buck up involuntarily and you have to hold him still by his thighs. Slowly, all without ever looking away, you sink lower and lower until youâre gagging around him because heâs scratching the back of your throat.Â
Jungkook cries out in pleasure, his free hand grasping desperately onto one of yours to give him something to hold onto.Â
Swallowing a couple times while heâs buried deep in your throat, you allow a teasingly long moment to pass before finally sticking your tongue out and bobbing your head along his cock. He groans deliriously and his thighs shake as you sloppily work your mouth over him, doing so because you know exactly how much he loves to see the drool spilling from your lips.Â
âGood girl, thatâs my good fucking girl,â Jungkook praises nonsensically. âMouth was fucking made for me.â
When you moan around him in agreement, your spit meets his balls below and you use it as an excuse to play with them in your free hand. Jungkookâs jaw clenches and the hand holding yours harshly squishes your digits together. You change gears upon the realization of how worked up the action makes him, sucking one of his balls into your mouth and replacing your tight throat with your hand.
âOh, Jesus, Bams,â he shouts as you suckle the sensitive skin.Â
After languidly curling your tongue around him for a moment, you switch and repeat the treatment for the other one, mirroring the pace of your hand to match the way your tongue works his sack. Returning to the main event, you flatten your tongue along the underside of his shaft until reaching the tip and spitting on him so you can bring him between your lips again.
Unfortunately, youâre only able to take him into your warm throat a few more times before heâs pulling you away by your hair.
You pout and place your hands on your hips.
âKoo, I wanna swallow your cum.â
âNuh uh, Iâm gonna put another fucking baby in you,â he states, his eyes completely overtaken by lust.
Jungkook manhandles you like a ragdoll until youâre face down ass up on the couch with him situated behind you. His hands grab the bottom hem of your dress and flip it upwards to reveal your underwear, which you only realize he rips off of you when you hear the sound of the fabric tearing.
âKoo!â
âDonât complain when you know I can buy you a thousand more.â His fingers immediately find your pussy to check if youâre wet enough, and when you hear the pleased chuckle from behind you, you know heâs got his answer. âYou got this wet just from sucking me off, baby?âÂ
You nod your head and Jungkook smacks your ass hard enough to leave a mark.Â
âYes!â Jungkook hums in satisfaction and you whine when he soothes the burn with his palm. âJungkook, baby, please fuck me.â
You compliment your begging by wiggling your ass, and Jungkook moans appreciatively at the sight, his fingers grasping your flesh possessively. He slowly runs his dick along your sopping wet folds and you automatically keen and whimper for more. His movements continue that way for a tauntingly long amount of time, teasing you with just enough to keep you from going crazy. The only relief youâre given is when his tip brushes against your sensitive nub and provides you with delicious friction.Â
An angrier version of your prior instruction is about to leave your mouth when Jungkook brutally spears you on his cock. In one single stroke heâs entirely sheathed within your walls and you scream out in ecstasy while your head falls forward. His pace can only be described as goddamn insane, or maybe those are just the only words you can think of when the huge dick ramming into your pussy is making your brain blank.
From behind Jungkookâs tip kisses your cervix with every thrust and you moan without restraint as he monstrously fucks your cunt open. His hand returns to your hair, the other one clutching the back of the couch so he can keep a steady rhythm. You feel his wet balls slapping your clit with every stroke and it makes you bite down on the skin of your hand.Â
âGonna fucking ruin you, Bams,â he warns. âI donât want you to be able to walk tomorrow, you got that?â
âFuck, yes,â you agree without a second thought.Â
You can stay in bed all day for all you care, all you want is for Jungkook to keep stretching you apart and making you his. You donât want your pussy to remember any other shape but his cock, want your flesh to memorize every ridge and vein so it knows exactly whoâs coming home when he enters you.Â
Jungkook was already close when he started fucking you, so heâs doing everything he can for you to reach the same precipice. He repeatedly slams his hips into your ass as he yanks hard enough on your hair that he can almost see your eyes from his position. His hand wraps around your throat, pressing down on your jugular until his fingers leave blotchy, red marks. A second later, heâs forcing you upright until your back meets his chest and he traps you there by looping his other arm beneath your tits.Â
The new angle makes you whine pathetically as he buries his dick so deep you feel him in your throat.Â
âBaby, holy shit.â
âYeah?â Jungkook licks the sweat off your neck. âWhose pussy is this, baby?â
âYours,â you moan weakly.
You would be more than willing to scream from the rooftops just how much your body belongs to him, but you canât exactly speak very loud when youâre choking on the euphoria heâs providing you.
Coincidentally, your volume isnât good enough for Jungkook.
âLouder,â he growls right into your ear.
âItâs yours, Jungkook!â
âThatâs fucking right.â
His hand leaves your neck after gently constricting your airway to massage your clit instead, pushing two of his fingers into your mouth to lubricate them first. He circles and presses down hard on the nub to make you keen and throw your head back against his shoulder. He utterly devours your neck from behind, his spit coating your skin in a pretty sheen as he moves from one spot to the next.Â
You feel his hand disappear from your pussy and whine disapprovingly, but then his middle fingers are sliding into your mouth again so you can suck your juices off his digits. Erotically licking around and between his fingers, you hollow your cheeks and suck so he can feel your tight throat again.Â
He groans and bites on your earlobe.
âSo good for me, Bambi,â he whispers darkly. âYouâre fucking perfect, baby.âÂ
He removes his fingers from your mouth and they return to your cunt, rubbing your clit in fast circles to get you to where you need to be.
âIâm â fuck. Iâm close, Koo.â
âAtta girl. Come on this fat cock,â he commands.Â
Jungkook releases you and pushes you down by your shoulder blades, forcing your cheek into the cushions as you arch and match his cadence by thrusting your hips backwards. You scream into the fabric when he speeds up and abuses your hole at a demonic pace.Â
The clapping is obscene and deafening, and youâre fairly certain you hear his pans rattling in the kitchen from where they hang down.Â
Your climax builds to an impossible level before crashing over you like a tsunami wave of pure pleasure. Thereâs a combination of drool and tears left behind on the couch cushions. The room goes white when your vision blanks, your legs twitching along with your pussy as the orgasm tears through you and you helplessly sob Jungkookâs name.
The feeling of Jungkookâs seed filling your cunt makes you cry his name repeatedly like a prayer, the sensation of it dripping down your thighs heavenly enough to make your eyesight blur.
Jungkook pants irregularly for a while before pulling out and resting on your back, the two of you toppling down and lying flat against the couch as your bodies return to normalcy.Â
âGoddamn, Bambi,â Jungkook huffs.Â
âMe?âÂ
Jungkook just laughs breathlessly, kissing your cheek through the curtain of your hair.Â
You remain as deadweight together on the couch until you finally feel whole enough to return to earth, and once you do, you walk hand-in-hand to Jungkookâs bedroom to catch a good nightâs sleep.
A couple days later, after you can indeed walk properly again, youâre completing miscellaneous chores around the house while Jungkook finishes securing the furniture in the nursery.
Itâs already been an outrageously long day, especially with the weight of your unborn child applying a disastrous amount of pressure on your lower back. Your little oneâs recent growth spurt makes it nearly impossible to stand for longer than thirty minutes without reprieve. When Jungkook comes downstairs and notices you rubbing your lower back with one hand while white-knuckling the counter with the other, he rushes to you and replaces your hand with his own to massage your spine.
âOh, thank you,â you sigh in relief.Â
âI got you, babygirl,â he says with a kiss to your shoulder. A moment later he seemingly remembers something, an adorable noise of realization coming from beside you. âWait, I saw something on the internet I wanted to try.â
âJungkook, no.â
âNo, wait, Bams, itâs supposed to help!â
You eye him dangerously over your shoulder, alerting him without a word that if this is a prank heâll be in for a rude awakening.Â
He ignores your warning glance and uses his hands to stand you upright. You feel his arms circling you to hold beneath your baby bump and youâre ready to ask what heâs doing when suddenly the weight of your womb and the pressure on your back disappears.Â
Looking down, you see Jungkook holding your stomach up for you, relieving the ache and allowing you to breathe freely.Â
âOh, wow, thatâs really nice,â you mumble as your head falls to his shoulder.
âYeah?â
âMmhmm.â
âIâll do it as long as you like, Bams,â he tells you honestly.Â
He does exactly that, holding the weight of your unborn child on your behalf for about ten minutes while you relish in the feeling of being weightless for a while. The act eventually joins his foot rubs and serenades as a part of your regular routine.
Youâre lounging on the couch reading another parenting book while Jungkook plays a video game with your feet in his lap. Itâs actually a test run for the game heâs been designing, and Jimin was absolutely right about him giving your character huge boobs. Theyâre tasteful, though, and you donât mind because sheâs a total badass.Â
The game is currently distracting you from your book when you feel a strange sensation in your belly. You jump a little, looking down at your baby bump which is on display since youâre only wearing a bralette. The sensation happens again, and now that youâre watching intently, you see something move beneath your skin.Â
Gasping in excitement, you begin hitting Jungkook with your book to grab his attention.
âKoo! Koo! The baby is kicking,â you shout even though heâs inches away from you.
His reaction is instantaneous, pausing the game and tossing the controller unceremoniously on the couch. Your hand traverses your belly so you can feel the next kick, and when you do, it makes you squeal and giggle in amazement.Â
âHere, give me your hand,â you say and he stretches his arm towards you in response.
Placing his hand where you felt the movement, you wait and watch his face instead of your belly, wanting to see his reaction when he feels his baby move for the first time. The sensation comes, and you see Jungkookâs brow crease before his whole face lights up, his big brown eyes sparkling brighter than any star in the galaxy.Â
âThatâs⊠thatâs our little one?â He asks in awe. You nod repeatedly and he smiles so big it takes up his entire face. âHi, baby,â he coos in adoration, bending down to kiss all over your stomach.Â
They kick again while heâs smooching you and he yelps in surprise at the feeling.Â
Youâre both blushing and giggling like schoolgirls with a crush, already so completely spellbound by your child.Â
Jungkook carefully crawls over you to kiss you, but itâs all teeth and tongue because you canât stop smiling even while trying to lock lips. You whimper in pain after a moment and Jungkook pulls back to check on you, his hand rising to caress your cheek.
âSeems our baby found my spine to kick instead,â you groan.Â
Jungkook frowns and runs his thumb along your cheekbone.
âI guess wanting them to grow up to be a soccer player isnât such a good thing after all,â he notes. Then, a thought occurs to him and his eyes light up again while he giggles to himself. âHey, guess what?â
âHmm?â
âBambi.â He points to you. âAnd Thumper.â He points to your bump.
An endeared giggle completely overtakes your body, the back of your head hitting the arm of the couch while you rapidly kick your feet.Â
âThatâs so cute, Koo!â You hold his face in your hands. âOur family Halloween costumes are gonna be freaking adorable!âÂ
Jungkookâs expression turns saccharine as his eyes trace over your features in wonderment, and his gaze makes you realize itâs the first time youâre referring to yourselves as a family. The notion is obvious, but hearing the word aloud causes both your hearts to leap into your throat. You share in an adoring chuckle again, your foreheads meeting as you serenely close your eyes.
EIGHT
Jungkook blares âItâs the Final Countdownâ from his Bluetooth speaker as he enthusiastically skips around the living room, both Bam and Usagi trailing after him in wonder. Youâre too busy laughing from your place on the couch to join them.Â
Today is exactly one month from your due date, and youâre prepared for this to be the single longest month of your life. The last eight have felt more like eight years, but youâre so close to the promised land, and you can hardly wait to bring your little one home. If youâre lucky, the baby may even come a little early and save you some heartache.Â
And the heartache is literal, since one of the latest symptoms to add itself to the disastrous mix is intense heartburn. Couple that with the incessant kicking your childâs been getting up to lately, and your entire torso feels like itâs under siege.Â
Jungkook does everything he can to help, such as constantly passing you Tums and playfully scolding your baby to stop kicking so much. He even went so far as to lace up his boxing gloves and have a sparring match with your baby bump. The extreme laughter born from his antics ended up hurting your stomach more than the kicking.Â
The chemistry between you has been steadily increasing for some time, the line between friends and lovers practically blurring into obscurity, but you both welcome the feeling with open arms.Â
You donât find it necessary to broach the topic. You and Jungkook have never needed words to communicate, always knowing precisely what the other is thinking with a single glance, and itâs no different in this scenario.
Every time your eyes meet you know he feels the same; youâre no longer just best friends, and thatâs alright.
About a week later youâre in the nursery together working on some finishing touches to the decor. Jungkook is hanging the mobile above the crib while you place the astronomical amount of clothes you received from your surprise baby shower in the closet. The nursery is positively jam packed from all the gifts people gave you last month, every corner of the room bursting with clothes, books, toys, and accessories. Even though the ample amount of supplies is overwhelming, knowing your little one is already so loved makes you abundantly happy.Â
Chaewon even crocheted the perfect gender neutral blanket, despite her original complaints about the gender being unknown.Â
Since the gender is a surprise, you and Jungkook havenât discussed baby names all that much. Some general ideas have been thrown around, including family names and a sarcastic suggestion of âJJâ for Jungkook Jr. But you both share in the, perhaps naive, belief that as soon as you see them youâll somehow know exactly what their name should be.Â
Jungkookâs work phone rings, and you briefly glance over your shoulder to see him exiting the room as he answers the call. Usagi happily trots inside with the door wide open and curls up in the little reading nook. You give her some well deserved head pats while she purrs in content before continuing with your assigned task. Once all the clothes are either hung up or housed in the proper drawers, you leave the room to check on Jungkook.
When you find him after descending the stairs, heâs standing at the kitchen island drinking a glass of water which he slams down once itâs empty. Your eyebrows quirk up at the harsh motion, wondering what the call couldâve been about to elicit such a reaction.
âKoo, is everything alright?â
Jungkook shakes his head and rests his elbows on the counter so he can cradle his head in his hands.
âThey need me to go to Japan for a meeting with some execs,â he tells you.Â
âFor how long?â
âThree days minimum, but it could be up to a week.â
âA week? Jungkook, Iâm more than eight months pregnant.â
âYeah, I know, Bambi, I told them that!â He explains in exasperation. âFuck, this sucks so bad.â
You take a deep breath so at least one of you remains calm. Once youâre beside him, you attempt to massage the tension away from his back and shoulders.
âItâll be okay. Japan is only a short airplane ride away. Worst comes to worst, you fly back if I go into labor,â you state.
âItâs not just if you go into labor, Bams. This is our last month before the baby is born. Weâve still got a ton to do!â
âThe nursery is almost done, and either of our parents or friends can come over to help me clean and baby proof the house.â You tug on his shoulder so he turns around before cupping his face in your hands. âItâll be fine, baby, I promise.â
Jungkook sighs before nuzzling his head against your hand, pursing his lips to press a couple chaste kisses to your palm. Afterwards he removes your hands from his face altogether to hold them between his own.
âI just donât want to be away from you, baby,â he admits. âNot now and especially not for that long.â
Your cheeks grow warm in response to his words and you attempt to pacify his melancholy by giving him a tender kiss on the lips.
âI donât want to be away from you, either, but Iâm sure it will go by in the blink of an eye,â you reassure him.Â
He aggressively pouts, practically giving himself duck lips, despite knowing itâs the truth. He brings you to his chest for a hug and you snuggle deeper into the embrace, allowing his familiar, comforting scent to encompass you.
You still have the weekend together before Jungkook flies out early Monday morning. You spend the majority of the time cuddling on the couch watching your favorite movies and playing with your fur babies as Bam chases a bone and Usagi hunts for the laser pointer. Itâs heartwarmingly domestic and you hope itâll always be this way, especially once your baby arrives.
Whenever youâre lounging around, Jungkook always lies as close as possible to your belly and it warms your heart to watch his fingers trace little hearts and smiley faces across your skin.Â
Even after eight months he still upholds the tradition of coming downstairs first thing in the morning and caressing your baby bump while whispering âhi, my little papaya.â The only difference now is the adorable behavior is immediately followed by him pecking your lips and whispering âhi, my babyâ to you.
Youâre fully aware that when Monday rolls around youâre going to be a total basket case. The two of you havenât been apart for more than a day since you got pregnant, and the thought of going a whole week without him when youâre this close to the finish line is borderline unbearable.Â
Especially because your third trimester hormones have turned you into a raving lunatic as of late. Crocodile tears form in your eyes over nearly everything and your temper flips on a dime, which you always profusely apologize to Jungkook for whenever heâs on the receiving end. Two weeks ago, you found a dead spider on the ground and started weeping hysterically, so itâs safe to say the time away from Jungkook is going to leave you a complete mess.Â
When you do say goodbye, you make a valiant effort at staying strong, but then Jungkook kisses you reverently, both his hands cupping your cheeks as he pours every once of his devotion into your mouth and you shatter into a million pieces. Your tears get trapped between your faces as your lips mold together, but Jungkook diligently wipes them away when he parts from you.Â
His forehead presses to yours when he whispers that he loves you and heâll be back soon before departing with a final grace of his lips to your brow.Â
You wail Disney Princess style on his bed as soon as the door clicks shut behind you. Itâs downright pathetic, but you donât care because Usagi is the sole witness to your display. The sheets smell like him and it only serves to make matters worse. Itâs only been five minutes and you feel like you miss him down to your very bones already.
Even though heâs far away, you still sleep in his bed rather than your own. You havenât slept in the guest bedroom originally meant for you in well over two months, and it feels wrong to stay there just because heâs gone.Â
Jungkook remains in constant contact with you, which helps ease the heartache of being apart. He messages you at every milestone, from the moment he arrives at the airport, to when his plane lands, and then again when he reaches the hotel. He sends photos and selfies, too, which fills you with exuberant warmth while simultaneously bringing on more tears.
You wallow in self-pity the whole first day, eating an entire tub of ice cream while you watch cheesy romantic comedies. Various friends and family come over the following day to help around the house, which you genuinely appreciate more than words can describe because there is still so much to do. On the third morning without Jungkook, your moms visit and the three of you chat over sparkling grape juice about anything and everything to expect.
They explain all the intimate details of the birthing process they can remember, such as what contractions and labor feel like, and how the brief hospital stay will go prior to bringing the baby home. Your mom goes into grave detail about how awful youâll feel afterwards and Jungkookâs mom adds more pack to the punch by mentioning how difficult caring for a newborn is while healing from the delivery.Â
They assure you everything will be fine, though, and that theyâll be here everyday if you need them. The three of you also agree you truly have nothing to worry about when you have someone as wonderful as Jungkook to care for you.
âWhy did you guys want to be pregnant at the same time so badly anyway?â You ask them out of pure curiosity.Â
âWell, truth be told, and donât tell Kookie this, but we were actually hoping you would both be girls so we could have this adorable, little, four way mother-daughter relationship,â Jungkookâs mom tells you.Â
You chuckle at her admission and your mind begins to wonder just how different your life would be if that had been the case.
âHonestly, though, this outcome is so much better!â Your mom exclaims. âNow we get to be grandparents together.â
âIâm sure that wasnât part of the plan,â you state.
âNot at first, no,â Jungkookâs mom says. âBut I think we knew as you guys got older, especially after college, that it was only a matter of time.â
âYou know, you guys arenât the only people to say that and I genuinely donât get it,â you say. âIâm head over heels for him now, no doubt about it, but before, I truly didnât see him that way. I mean, we grew up together, we were closer than most brothers and sisters are for the majority of our lives.â
âI donât think itâs about how you felt at the time,â your mom explains. âI think itâs the way you interact, how much you care about one another. Thereâs one else who could ever give you the love you deserve more than each other.â
As you process her comment, the cogwheels in your mind synthesize and you finally understand what everyoneâs been telling you all this time. What Nayeon said about your feelings for him being more than those of a relationship and Chaewon telling you not to overthink things. No oneâs presented the notion to you this way before, and something about your motherâs words causes everything to click into place.Â
Youâre together now because itâs as easy as breathing, and whether you initially had romantic feelings for each other or not, no one can compare.
On day four youâre alone again and you go genuinely stir crazy. Poor Bam has to take the brunt of your brief mental insanity as you cry into his fur and lay across him in a desperate attempt to gain some sort of warmth and comfort.Â
Although, you donât need his services for long, because Jungkook calls like he has every night, but this time he has good news.
âGuess whoâs coming home early tomorrow?â
âReally?â You shout into the receiver, your hands still covered in chip dust from eating your feelings.Â
âYup, first flight out of here tomorrow morning,â he tells you.
âAh! Koo, Iâm so excited!â
âMe, too, baby,â he says. âI miss you like crazy, been thinking about you 24/7.â
âMe, too,â you respond. âI think our little one misses you, too. Theyâve been restless ever since you left.â
âHave you been playing the mixtape for them?â
âYes, but it isnât the same, and I honestly think theyâve gotten picky about it. Live vocals are just so much better, you know?â
Jungkook chuckles and even through the phone you can tell heâs smiling.Â
âIâll make sure to serenade them immediately upon my return,â he states.
âNuh uh!â You pout even though he canât see you. âI take priority here, mister.â
âOh, youâre right. Iâm sorry, Bams,â he laughs. âYouâll always be my number one.â
The two of you continue to talk about your respective days for a while. Jungkook explains all the cool gaming stuff heâs gotten to see while at the headquarters in Japan and you parry with your accomplishment of watching all five Twilight movies in a single day. You reluctantly hang up after a couple hours with a quick âIâll see you tomorrow!â
Tomorrow ends up being a complete disaster.Â
Thereâs extreme thunderstorms throughout the entire region, so as soon as you wake up, you see a text from Jungkook informing you his flightâs been delayed by about two hours. Itâs no biggie at first, knowing these things happen and it shouldnât keep him from you for that much longer. But one delay turns to two, which becomes three, and after eight delays, his flight is finally moved to an entirely different airline and wonât be arriving until the following day at approximately three in the morning.Â
He tells you not to wait up for him and get your sleep, but thereâs no way in hell youâre waiting even another second to see him.Â
Even once he lands, itâs still down pouring and the taxi takes another thirty minutes to reach him. He gives you periodic updates, including some heartbreaking selfies of him pouting by the luggage carousel, but despite being able see his handsome face through the phone, itâs all so frustrating you could rip your hair right out of your head.Â
By the time his location icon starts moving towards the house, youâve been pacing the floor like a mad woman for close to an hour.Â
Your incessant pacing screeches to a halt when you hear the sound of his footsteps bounding up the stairs and the key turning in the lock. You scurry across the floor as fast as your swollen, pregnant feet will carry you, waiting just behind the door for the reveal of your favorite sight in the world. Although, when the door swings open, you donât get the chance to admire him before your face is squished against his.Â
The very moment Jungkook sees you, he takes your face in his hands and smashes his lips on yours as though heâll die if he doesnât. His hungry mouth silences your noise of surprise, coaxing your mouth open and allowing his tongue to invade the space as he kisses you until you canât see straight. Muscle memory makes it all too easy for him to guide you away from the door and into the wall. You moan when your back meets the hard surface and Jungkook groans in satisfaction at the sound, using his hips to trap you between him and the drywall.Â
The warm hands on your skin, taut body flush to yours, and delicious mouth utterly devouring you completely shuts down your senses until all you can see, hear, smell, taste, and feel are him.Â
Hands reaching up to grab the collar of his shirt, you tug him impossibly close, even though your bodies are already touching in every place possible. Heâs kissing you like he never has before and somehow you still want more. Your hands release the fabric to traverse the planes of his chest and hold his shoulders, eventually moving upwards to caress his neck and jaw.Â
Heâs completely soaked from the rain, his hair dripping cold water droplets onto your skin and his soiled clothes transferring the liquid onto your own, but there isnât a single piece of you that minds. He can drench you in acid for all you care, as long as he stays this close and keeps kissing you like this.Â
Jungkook pulls a centimeter away, his lips still brushing yours as he breathes erratically as though he ran all the way from the airport.Â
âIâm so in love with you,â he pants. âIâm fucking crazy about you, Bambi.â He shakes his head in disbelief of his confidence to finally confess. âI was going to wait to tell you until after the babyâs born, but being away from you was fucking torture and I couldnât hold it in any longer.â
âHold it in? How long have you felt this way?âÂ
Your eyes stare into his with wonder.
âSince we thought we were gonna lose the baby,â he tells you. âI was driving you to the doctorâs office and it felt like the whole world was crashing down around me, but then I realized thatâs okay. That if that happened, it wouldnât matter. The zombie apocalypse could destroy all of humanity, the tectonic plates could shift and send entire continents into the sea, and it wouldnât matter as long as I have you.â He inhales while gently shaking his head and spraying you with rainwater. âAnd thatâs not new, Iâve always felt that way about you. Iâve always known I want you by my side for the rest of my life, but it made me realize I donât want anyone else by my side. I only want you, baby.â
âJungkook, you kept that from me for two months?â You ask incredulously.
âWe have a lot going on at the moment, Bams,â he explains.
âSure, but the stuff we have going on is stressful. Your feelings for me arenât stressful.â
Jungkookâs eyes burn with intensity as he analyzes the meaning of your words.Â
âWhy not?â
âWhat?â
âWhy arenât they stressful, Bambi?â
âBecause.â You shrug like what youâre about to say is the most obvious truth of the universe. âWell, because Iâm in love with y â mmpf.â
Jungkook ceases the remainder of your confession with a divine kiss. Your mouths move in perfect harmony and you swear you see the sun peaking through the rain clouds outside. It doesnât seem possible, but you can feel every ounce of Jungkookâs love for you on his tongue as it traces your lips and tangles with your own.
âSay it again,â he requests. âPlease.â
âIâm in love with you.â
âAgain, donât stop.â
âI love you.â Kiss. âIâm so, stupidly, madly.â Kiss. âCrazy in love with you, Jungkook.â Kiss. âI love you so much.â Kiss. âI love you more than anything.â Kiss. âMore than Iâll ever be able to describe.â Kiss. âJungkook.â Kiss. âYouâre my everything.â Kiss. âI love you, Koo.â
You arenât able to chant your emotions anymore because Jungkook doesnât give you time to breathe, let alone speak.Â
His hands are still firmly cradling your face, both your lips refusing to part from one another for a single second. He tastes like honey and vanilla, most likely from the sweets you know he had on the plane. Itâs addicting and hypnotizes you completely until all you can think about is him and all you can do is kiss him with all your might.Â
Jungkookâs hands travel to the back of your head and tangle in your hair. He uses the leverage to tilt your head so he can kiss across your jaw and neck, biting down softly before sucking over the same spot and making you whimper helplessly for him.Â
The attention on your neck only lasts momentarily before heâs releasing you to grab your ass instead, but you stop him by gripping his biceps.
âBaby, you canât lift me right now, Iâm too heavy,â you warn him.
Jungkook looks so offended he takes two full steps away from you, one of his eyebrows rising in disbelief as his jaw ticks. He even goes so far as to scoff while cracking his neck. Then, for the sole purpose of proving you wrong, he effortlessly lifts you into his arms and you have to scramble to latch onto him with your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
âYou wanna try that again, Bams?â
âNo,â you grumble under your breath.
The sound of his proud chuckle meets your ears as he seamlessly carries up the stairs and into his bedroom. He tosses you unceremoniously onto the bed, your body bouncing when you land as you giggle in excitement.Â
You wait for him to join you, reaching towards him with a pout when he isnât instantly on top of you, but he only rests one knee on the edge of the mattress.
âWait, since when have you known?â
âHonestly?â Jungkook nods rapidly. âI have no fucking clue. Itâs just like my nickname. I have no idea when or where it happened. I just know all of the sudden you were the first thing on my mind when I woke up, and I got butterflies when we were together, and I wanted to hold your hand, cuddle you, and go on dates. Itâs like I just woke up one day and realized I fell in love with you but have no way of tracing it to an exact origin.â
Jungkook smiles and shakes his head knowingly.
âThatâs so you.â
âI know, Iâm a freaking space cadet!â
âMy space cadet,â Jungkook says, finally moving to hover above you. âAlso, I know how you got your nickname.â
âHuh?â You frown deeply. âWhat do you mean?â
âIâve always known, but I thought it was cute that none of you could remember,â he explains. âIt felt like it was my own little secret.â
âKoo!â
Jungkook laughs while scrunching his nose in adoration, his arms shaking where they rest on either side of your head.
âAlright, alright, Iâll tell you. We were watching the movie in my living room and you just wouldnât stop crying after Bambiâs mom died, like full blown hysterical tears. So, to cheer you up I said âitâs okay, Bambi,â and you smiled SO big and your eyes lit up like fireworks. I knew then it had to be your nickname.â
Your lip catches between your teeth as you will the sentimental tears not to fall. The notion of Jungkook knowing this whole time is both infuriating and also so heartwarming; that his nickname for you is so precious to him he didnât dare share the secret of its beginning.Â
âThatâs so you,â you reply to his story.
He radiantly beams at you, his cheeks and ears turning bright pink from the blush spreading across them. You share in your affectionate laughter as he drops to his elbows so he can kiss you.Â
âI love you so much, Bambi,â he whispers. âYouâre everything to me, baby.â
The tears you successfully held back before make their debut, wetting both his and your cheeks as they roll away from your eyes.Â
Even though youâve known for a while now this confession was imminent, itâs still just as mesmerizing to hear the words from his lips and be able to say them in return.
The kiss begins with fluid, languid motions, your mouths dancing together for the millionth time, but then Jungkook raises the temperature of the room, greedily licking into your mouth and tugging on your lower lip with his teeth before letting it snap into place. The air fills with moans and whines as you make out, but you stop him with a hand to his chest when you feel him grinding against you.
âWait, Koo, sex can induce labor,â you tell him.
âOkay,â he draws out the word. âSo, we get it on and meet our little one a bit early, isnât that a win-win situation?â
You chuckle and mentally berate yourself for believing his answer would be anything besides that. Rolling your eyes with an affectionate smile, you briefly peck his lips before smacking his ass.
âDeal, but Iâm getting on top.â
Jungkook certainly isnât going to object to you riding his dick.Â
He holds you by the waist and rolls you both over, helping you settle in his lap and caressing your outline as his eyes memorize the vision of you above him. His fingers grip the bottom of your shirt to pull it over your head and then he does the same for his own.Â
You donât let him continue undressing, too mesmerized by his chiseled torso to allow the sight to be hindered. Heâs been working out more these last few months as a way to unwind from the stress of preparing for fatherhood, and itâs definitely paid off. Youâve always known how blessed you are to have him, but moments like this remind you just how blessed you truly are.
His neck is your initial target while your hands run along his abs, sinking your nails into the hard lines and creating red marks across his pretty muscles. Jungkook whines at the feeling, his hand reactively grabbing the back of your head as you mark his neck with pretty, wet blotches.Â
âPlease donât tease me, baby,â he says. âI need you so fucking bad.â
âYouâre the one who left me alone for five days,â you reply in between kisses to his jugular. âIâll take however long I want.â
Taking your time traversing his shoulder and collarbones, you trace over every muscle and bone with your lips, soaking his skin as your tongue drags across the area. His hand keeps a firm grip on your head, slightly guiding your movements, but still allowing you to savor his upper body despite his request. You bite into his pecs and circle his nipple with your tongue, making his hips bucks beneath you as he groans.Â
You giggle like the brat you are at his neediness, already feeling his cock stiffening where your core rests against his crotch.
It honestly takes an exuberant amount of effort to stop painting his torso in kisses, reluctantly pulling away after licking across the entire expanse of his stomach down to his hips and placing a single smooch on all eight of his abdominal muscles.Â
Jungkook forces your lips to meet his when youâre done, kissing you like heâs starving for you as he removes both your bottoms in quick succession.
He can feel just how wet you are as soon as your bare cunt meets his length, your essence already leaking all over him without him having to do any work. It brings a smile to his face as you kiss, the feeling of pride turning his chest red with blush because of his effect on you.Â
âMissed you so fucking much, babygirl.â
The words have barely left Jungkookâs lips when he grabs your hips to position you over his cock. His fingers wrap around his shaft so you have a perfect target to sink onto, and the familiar feeling of him stretching you open as you sit on his thighs makes your head lull while you breathlessly moan.
âOh fuck, baby,â you mewl. âI missed you so bad.â
Jungkook is pulling your face to his so he can kiss you before you even start bouncing on him, his other hand grabbing your ass and squeezing your flesh possessively. The kiss is quick, because soon after heâs turning your head and licking across the hot skin of your neck. His warm breath tickles your ear as he goes to speak.Â
âThis cock is all yours, Bams. So, be good and ride it for me, yeah?âÂ
Youâd do anything he asks, and his words light up the competitive streak in you to give him the best fuck of his life.Â
The temptress within you gets the better of you, and you decide to fully unsheath him from the walls of your pussy while grabbing his cock with your hand to keep him in place. He groans indignantly when your warmth leaves him, and you wait a few torturous moments before slowly letting him enter you again one inch at a time.Â
Jungkook spanks you in retaliation, but you just chuckle and scratch at his pecs with your nails. Â
Continuing the slow glide, you watch as Jungkookâs cock leaves your cunt covered in your juices until it disappears from view when your walls suck him in again. The erotic visual makes your body burn with wanton need. His thick cock repeatedly spearing you is truly a sight to behold and it feels even better than it looks.Â
âFuck, Bambi, donât fucking do this to me.â
âDo what?âÂ
The faux innocent gaze your eyes possess makes Jungkookâs jaw clench.Â
âI will demolish this fucking pussy. Donât mess with me, baby,â he threatens.Â
âIâd like to see you tr ââÂ
Jungkook cuts your air supply off completely with a single deadly thrust upwards, your sentence ending with a screech instead of the syllable it was supposed to.Â
You arenât able to replenish your oxygen because Jungkookâs hand is suddenly around your throat, pressing down on the sides to choke you without actually hurting you. His other hand bruisingly holds your hip so he can keep you exactly where he wants you. Your inner thighs meet his pelvis when he plants his feet against the mattress, giving him all the leverage he needs to fuck you dumb.Â
âThere we go, much better,â he grunts as he abuses your hole.Â
âKoo, oh my God.âÂ
Youâre grasping for purchase on his chest to keep yourself upright, eventually gripping his shoulders to prevent falling right over. The combination of his hand around your throat and his cock hitting just the right spot inside you has your mind going numb and your mouth dropping open.Â
Jungkookâs completely focused on his singular goal of fucking you right, his brow creasing as his eyes sharpen with determination. He looks no less than ethereal below you, the sweat on his skin making him shimmer like the Greek god youâre positive he descends from.Â
âFuck, youâre so fucking handsome, Jungkook. Itâs unreal.â
He blushes at your compliment even as his hips work endlessly to force his dick deep into your pussy.Â
âThat means a lot coming from someone as beautiful as you,â he says with honey coating his tone.
Unlike him, youâre unable to blush or even react, the speed and force of his strokes is plummeting your body into an ocean of euphoria and all you can do is drown. The sex is borderline demonic, and yet it feels like heaven coursing through your veins.Â
Itâs a genuine mystery of the universe how someone as kind and gentle as Jungkook can be such a goddamn animal in bed.Â
If it wasnât for your pregnant belly, youâre certain Jungkookâs cock would be making an appearance in your abdomen. His lower body is working overtime to send his thick length as far as possible into you and the sensation turns your mind to goo. You would love nothing more than to focus on the feeling of his muscles beneath your fingers, or the way his thighs smash into yours with every thrust, but youâre in a subspace of pleasure.Â
âFuck, Bams, you look so sexy,â he tells you, his voice dripping with desire. âPussy filled with me, belly swollen with my child, your perfect tits full of milk. Youâre fucking gorgeous, babygirl.â
As if to prove his point, he sits up to tug one of your nipples between his teeth. You gasp at the abrasion against your already sensitive skin, but the sound melts into a moan when he takes it into his mouth and sucks on the pebbled skin.
He plays with your nipple until itâs sore, flicking it with his tongue and then slowly circling it until youâre whining and gripping his hair like a lifeline. Wet kisses are placed all over your breast, slathering you in drool and red blotches where he chose to suck on your flesh. You think the debilitating treatment is over until he switches sides, making you cry with pleasure.Â
Thereâs a pop when he releases your nub from his mouth to kiss along your sternum instead.
âYou feel fucking amazing, baby. So big, make me feel so full,â you moan.
Jungkook hums proudly as his tongue leaves his mouth to the lick your collarbone. Â
âI donât know how Iâll survive six weeks without fucking this perfect, little cunt.â
His hand tightens around your throat again and you whimper, rolling your hips downward along with his movements to create friction on your clit.
âAt least youâll be able to jack off,â you retort.
âMm, that canât even hold a candle to you, baby,â he kisses across your shoulder, inch by inch until he reaches your neck. âI would know, itâs all I fucking did the last five days.âÂ
Jungkookâs hand leaves your throat with a final squeeze to join his other one at your hips, bringing you down against him with more ferocity as the sound of skin slapping together fills the room.Â
âIâve got you addicted, donât I?â
âFuck, you have no idea, Bambi.â
You continue fucking yourself on him to the best of your ability even with his brutal pace, feeling infinitely needier as your orgasm steadily approaches.Â
Jungkook is reeking havoc on your neck, coating you in his saliva as he licks across your sweat soaked skin and kisses your most sensitive spots. He nibbles on your earlobe and it makes you keen and whimper unabashedly.Â
Honestly, you donât know how youâll survive the six weeks either. The two of you have done nothing but fuck since a few weeks after you moved in, and the forced celibacy may very well send you spiraling into insanity. Youâre addicted to him, too, and you already know youâll be begging for his dick for the remainder of your days.
Craving more of you, Jungkook holds you firm against his chest and slams back into the mattress, readjusting his feet and the angle of his hips so he can terrorize your g-spot with the tip of his cock.Â
âOh, holy shit.â
You bite down on his shoulder as tears prick your eyes.
He growls amorously in his throat, his hips taking on a mind of their own as they work effortlessly to send you both crashing into an orgasm.Â
Part of you feels bad for requesting to be on top only to allow him to take control, but the guilt washes away like sand when you feel your climax pressing against your insides like a tsunami just offshore.Â
âCome on my cock, baby, wanna feel how tight you squeeze me,â Jungkook orders.Â
You canât answer him, the only noises escaping your body being nonsensical moans and cries of his name. But your body certainly responds, your pussy clenching around his cock like a vice before your legs lock and twitch when your release comes.
The pulsing of your cunt triggers Jungkookâs release, and your cries of pleasure harmonize as you come together.Â
âShit, Koo,â you curse as he continues sending his cock into you, creating an ache of oversensitivity between your legs. âBaby.âÂ
You stall his movements with a hand to his chest as your pussy convulses around him with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Thereâs a soreness in your thighs when you lift yourself from his lap and fall beside him on the bed.Â
Jungkookâs softening cock is covered in white from both of your juices, and if you werenât entirely spent and borderline delirious, youâd lick it clean for him.Â
He caresses your face as your eyes close, moving your hair out the way so he can kiss your cheek, nose, temple, and forehead. You hum happily, pursing your lips as a wordless demand for him to kiss them as well.
âI love you, Jeon Jungkook,â you whisper into the air.
The sound of his bright laugh makes you smile.
âI love you more,â he responds before finally giving you a tender kiss.
âOh, please donât make me fight you right now. Iâm in no shape to do so,â you state.
Jungkook giggles and pecks your lips a couple more times in rapid succession.
Once your heavy breathing slows and your bodies cool, you roll into Jungkookâs side and he naturally pulls you into his embrace.Â
Itâs nearing sunrise and if youâre this exhausted, you canât even begin to comprehend how tired Jungkook must be.
He wishes you goodnight where his lips rest on your forehead and you return the gesture by smooching his chest a couple times. The two of you sleep peacefully for the first time in days, the feeling of home completely encompassing you as youâre whisked away to dreamland.Â
NINE
Despite the many warnings about the possibility of sex inducing labor, youâre three days from your due date and Jungkook fucking you sensless multiple times a day has yet to make your baby arrive any sooner.Â
The two of you are in the honeymoon phase straight out of finally confessing your love for each other, and you having a massive baby bump and a few extra pounds on you doesnât stop you in the slightest from celebrating your new relationship status. Jungkook canât keep his hands to himself even when youâre in the middle of important tasks readying the house for your little pumpkinÂ
Honestly, you think itâs partially to distract himself from the imminent arrival of your child. He never says it aloud because he doesnât want to worry you, but you know him better than anyone and can tell heâs anxious.Â
Itâs one thing to spend nine months positively itching to hold your baby in your arms, but itâs another to actually parent said child.Â
Even with his nerves, heâs been the picture perfect partner throughout these final weeks and youâre nothing short of absolutely certain heâll be the most amazing father in the world. Even if he fails at things or messes up every now and then, the immense love he already holds for your baby is more than you could ever ask for from a partner.
Right now heâs screwing the final dresser into the wall of his bedroom so itâs baby-proof. Heâs never been much of a handyman, but you suppose the fatherhood gene has fully fermented in his blood and now he can handle a drill like a pro. Youâll have to ask him about changing tires next, and his sneezes will probably get louder as soon as the baby is born.
Youâre moseying around the kitchen as you clean up following dinner. Jungkook keeps telling you to stay still and relax, but youâre way too antsy to do that. Â
Every minute feels like an hour while you wait for your little one to arrive. Not only because youâre so eager to meet them, but because youâre terrified of labor and delivery and want it over with as soon as possible. Itâs a fear of the unknown, and you know youâll feel better once you understand how bad the contractions will be.Â
Being pregnant comes with many lovely perks, one of which includes peeing every time you cough or even flinch the wrong way.Â
Thatâs why, when you feel a warm sensation down below, you donât question it. Like always these past couple months, you merely roll your eyes and make a mental note to change your underwear when youâre done cleaning.Â
Itâs only once you step to your left and have to catch yourself on the counter to stop from slipping that you realize youâre standing in a pool of liquid. You certainly didnât pee your pants, because although itâs been a couple decades since you last did, you remember the feeling quite well. When the realization of what actually occurred hits you, youâre screaming bloody murder for Jungkook upstairs.
âMy water! Jungkook! My water just broke!âÂ
The sound of his two feet followed by four large paws running down the stairs is all you hear until he appears at the bottom of the stairwell looking like heâs seen a ghost.
His cheeks are bright red, his eyes bigger than youâve ever seen them, and heâs huffing out air as though he just ran a marathon.Â
âAre you serious?âÂ
âYes, Koo, Iâm standing in amniotic fluid as we speak!â
Jungkook shakes his head aggressively to get himself into action mode.Â
âAlright, you get your shoes on, Iâm gonna get the hospital bag. Wait, do you need to change first?â
âThat would be nice, yeah,â you admit.Â
Heâs gone in a flash to head back upstairs and obtain your pre-packed bag with all the essentials and something for you to change into.Â
When he returns only a split second later, Usagi is following close behind now that sheâs aware something exciting is going on. He hands you a comfortable dress and panties to change into and you strip right there in the kitchen. His hand on your hip stalls you before youâre able to slip the clothes on, and you nearly start screaming at him that now is not the time, but then he grabs a towel and wipes away the fluid from your legs.Â
You smile graciously and thank him for thinking ahead before sliding the dress over your head and scurrying to the door.Â
Now that your water broke you can feel a mild cramping from the contractions. Itâs a dull pitch in your back as well as what you can only compare to a period cramp. You must not be dilated very much yet because the pain is still fairly tolerable.Â
Jungkook bends over to help you with your shoes before resting his hand on your lower back to guide you downstairs to the garage. Both your hands are caressing your swollen stomach, slightly bracing yourself because the cramping is coming in waves every few minutes.Â
When you reach the car Jungkook opens the passenger door for you, but you turn on your heel and place your hands on his chest before sitting down. He looks at you inquisitively, his eyes conveying his hurriedness and confusion as to why youâre not rushing, too.Â
âI just, we have time, and I want to take a minute before we go,â you tell him.
âFor what, Bambi?â
You admire the pretty features youâve known all your life with a smile and reach up to circle his neck with your arms. He laughs cheerfully and reflects your embrace by hugging your waist.
âThis is the last time weâre gonna be here, just the two of us.â You nuzzle your face in his neck and let his scent calm you. âThe last time it will just be you and me.â
âItâs always gonna be you and me, Bams,â he replies. âAlways.â
He kisses your cheek, leaving his lips there for a lingering moment before you part. Once you do, he rests his hand on your jaw and kisses you gently. His lips are warm and familiar, and you kiss one another with a promise of wonderful new things on the horizon.Â
Jungkook waits to ensure youâre comfortable in the passenger seat before running to the other side and taking off towards the nearby hospital. On the way, you call your doctor to let them and she assures you sheâll meet you there once the labor and delivery nurses triage you.Â
When you arrive, you take a poignant deep breath, knowing that when you exit this place youâll be a mom, and this is the last time in the outside world where youâll just be you. Itâs exhilarating, nerve wracking, and overwhelming all at once, but youâve been preparing for this next chapter for nine months now, and youâre more than ready.
You and Jungkook have your hands tightly wound together as you enter the massive hospital, but he relinquishes his grip to grab you a wheelchair once youâre inside. He watches you carefully as you sit down, holding his hands out on either side of you as though youâre made of glass. When you nod at him assuredly that youâre all good, he rushes to the counter to inform the receptionist while you text all your important group chats about whatâs going on.Â
Your parents and friends are planning on coming to see you and the baby after delivery, and you canât wait to formally introduce them to your little one.Â
Jungkook returns along with a labor and delivery nurse who introduces herself before wheeling you down the hallway. When you reach two large double doors, she stops and turns to you and Jungkook, whose hand is comfortingly rubbing your shoulder.
âAlright, this is where weâll be parting for a bit. Mom, youâre coming with me, and Dad, you have to get scrubbed up so you can join us,â she explains.
This step in the process is something your doctor explained previously, but it doesnât make saying goodbye any easier, no matter how momentary the separation will be.
Looking towards Jungkook, you notice heâs just as anxious to be away from you, but he hides it well and bends to your height so he can kiss you briefly.Â
âIâll see you soon, okay, Bambi?â
There are tears in your eyes even though youâre nodding your head.
âYeah, soon,â you whimper.
âItâs okay, baby, it wonât be for long,â he tells you as he caresses your cheek. You lean your head into his hand and close your eyes. âI love you.â
âI love you,â you parrot and kiss him one final time.Â
He waves continuously as youâre pushed through the double doors by your nurse, and even though you know heâs upset, too, heâs sporting the cheesiest grin on his face to make you laugh.
Jungkook heaves out a sigh directly from his gut once youâre gone, his head falling back as he struggles to steady his jackrabbiting heart. Being apart right now feels like unadulterated torture, but he knows itâs only for a short while before youâll be together again.
A different nurse comes to lead him to a sterile room just around the corner. The older woman explains the basics of scrubs and staying clean as well as what to do if he gets contaminated. He listens as dutifully as possible with all the other millions of thoughts running through his head and eventually the nurse helps him dress in the lovely, crinkly blue outfit, which includes shoe covers and a hair net.Â
He looks utterly ridiculous, but truthfully, finally dawning his father-to-be attire makes him giddy.
When he exits, the nurse leads him down a seemingly infinite hallway to a delivery room where your doctor is waiting just outside the door. She smiles joyously when he appears in her vision and enthusiastically waves him down.Â
âHi, Doc,â he excitedly greets her.
âHi, how are you feeling?â She asks him.
âIâm⊠nervous as hell,â he says truthfully. âI canât stand seeing her in pain, so I donât think Iâm going to handle this very well.â
âA lot of dads feel that way about their partner,â she explains. âJust remember, all you can do is be there for her and sheâll get through it. Sheâs a tough cookie.â
âShe is,â he nods with a smile.
âSo, I wanted to talk to you before we go in. Y/Nâs lost quite a lot of blood, and weâve had to set her up with a continuous blood transfusion to ensure sheâll have enough for delivery. Now, let me just say, this is totally normal. We deal with this all the time and weâve got everything under control.â
Jungkookâs heart drops into his stomach with a weighted plop, his entire body following suit as his shoulders sink and he nearly loses his balance.
âWhat â what â what do you mean, why is she losing blood?â
âItâs just something that happens sometimes, the baby is moving through her body and it can cause internal bleeding which drops her blood count,â she explains calmly.
âBut⊠but sheâs gonna be okay, right? I mean, Doc, thatâs my entire world in there. Iâm⊠Iâm not even a person without her, I ââ
âJungkook, listen to me,â she interrupts his manic ramblings. âIâve been doing this longer than youâve been alive. Sheâs going to be just fine. Her and the baby. Youâre going to leave here with both of them tomorrow, alright?â
Jungkook attempts to calm his thoughts and take her words of expertise to heart, but he needs to see you for himself, hold you and feel your skin beneath his fingers so he knows without a shadow of a doubt that youâre alright.
âOkay. And youâll⊠she takes priority, right? If something goes wrong ââ
âOf course, she does.â She smiles reassuringly at him. âI wonât let anything happen to your Bambi, Jungkook.â
He nods his head as a sigh of relief leaves his lungs.
âThank you, Doctor,â he says wholeheartedly.
âOf course. Letâs get you in there to see her, yeah? Fair warning, sheâs a little loopy because of the blood loss, but it shouldnât last too much longer now that sheâs hooked up to a blood bag.â
She opens the door and gestures for Jungkook to enter before following closely behind.
When you see the light pouring in from the door opening, your eyes glisten with excitement as Jungkook appears in your field of vision. Even though you feel half alive, the sight of the man you love brings a huge toothy grin to your face.Â
âKoo,â you call for him quietly, your hand weakly rising in his direction. Heâs at your side instantly, taking your shaking hand and kissing the back of it before sitting in the chair beside your hospital bed. âYou look so cute in your scrubs.â
âYeah? Well, you look absolutely beautiful, baby,â he tells you as he delicately pushes your sweaty hair from your face.Â
The contractions are coming in quick succession now and are significantly more powerful, but because of the blood loss youâve only been given a mild pain reliever. Itâs truthfully been horrible so far, especially when you nearly passed out from all the blood escaping your body. You donât dare tell Jungkook about it, knowing precisely how heâll react, but you already feel better with him next to you.
Pursing your lips in his general direction, you hear Jungkook chuckle as he leans in to kiss you deeply. Despite your current state, you still do your best to reciprocate the passion he pours into you, moving your lips in tandem while his free hand rises to cradle your jaw. Your foreheads meet once your lips reluctantly divide, but Jungkook uses his grip to lower your head so he can press his lips there a couple times instead.
âSo, I take it you two arenât just best friends anymore?â Your doctor is sitting between your legs with an eyebrow raised. You and Jungkook share a knowing chuckle before facing her and shaking your heads in unison. She smiles broadly in response. âGood, Iâm glad.â
Just then, another contraction crashes over you and you groan while bending over in pain. Jungkookâs eyes go wide and misty in an instant, his hand clutching yours in support, which you return tenfold by brutally squishing his fingers together from the tightness of your grip.Â
You feel his other hand combing through your hair as you attempt to push through the pain by counting your breaths. The pain coursing through your lower half is already borderline unbearable, and you pray they can give you the epidural soon.
âBreathe, baby,â Jungkook instructs, mimicking the Lamaze technique you learned all those months ago.Â
The class was enjoyable enough, but the breathing exercises truly donât do jack shit for the pain. Jungkookâs voice brings you more comfort than the repetitive intakes of air you were taught. As the pain begins to cease, you crash back into the bed with shaky breaths while Jungkook massages the shoulder closest to him.Â
âAre you alright, Bams?â He asks, his eyes watching the monitor beside you so he can see your heart rate returning to baseline.
âYeah, I am now,â you pant.
âIs there anything I can do?â
You caress his cheek with your free hand while putting on your bravest smile for him.
âNo, my love, you just have to sit there and look pretty,â you instruct him.Â
Jungkook blushes as he laughs.
You request he answer some of the hundreds of text messages currently blowing up your phone and causing it to nearly vibrate off the table. He does so without hesitation, sending mass text messages to your friends and family stating where to go when they arrive and updating them on how you're doing. Thereâs also a fair amount of selfies taken in between contractions, some for your loved ones and a couple of you two kissing for his own records. He wants to remember this forever, even if you both look questionable at best in your hospital attire.Â
Everyone in your life knows about the relationship status upgrade, but he still wants to keep some moments sacred for just the two of you.Â
When you told your moms, you genuinely thought they were going to pass out from sheer excitement. The two women cried hysterical happy tears and hugged one another for a minimum of five minutes before finally embracing the two of you in congratulations.Â
The contractions continue for a couple hours, each wave of them getting closer and closer together until theyâre almost neck and neck. After a particularly horrific one lasting about ten minutes, your doctor comes to speak to you.
âSo, hereâs the situation,â she starts. âYouâre dilated to ten right now; the baby is ready to come out. The only problem is you still havenât received enough blood for us to give you the epidural.â She sighs regretfully. âThat gives us two options. You either do the birth naturally now or we give you a medicine that slows your labor down and we wait until we can give you the epidural. The biggest downside to that is the medicine can take upwards of ten hours to leave your system, so youâll be feeling the contractions for that long.â
You were never planning on delivering naturally, and having to choose between the better of two evils is making your brain short circuit. All you want is to meet your baby, to hold, kiss, and love them, but thereâs a barrier of brutality standing in your way.Â
âDo you think I can do it naturally?â You ask her.
âAbsolutely. Iâve seen thousands of women do it, but that doesnât mean you have to. Everyone is different.â
Anxiously gnawing on your lip, you turn towards Jungkook, whose expression mirrors the fright on your own. His eyes are glossy with unsung emotion and it breaks your heart. You know how difficult it is for him to feel so powerless to help you, always proudly holding the title of your knight in shining armor all your life.Â
âWhat do you think?â
âItâs not up to me, Bams,â he answers.
âI know, but I want your opinion.â
His jaw clenches and he shakes his head before speaking.
âI fucking hate seeing you in pain, Bambi. I can hardly stand it, you know that,â he responds. âBut for either option it sounds like thatâll be the case. You either experience excruciating pain now or suffer for ten hours with severe pain.â
You mull over his words for a while before releasing the air in your lungs as your decision finalizes in your mind.Â
âI wanna meet our baby, Koo,â you tell him. âI donât want to wait.â
Jungkook smiles assuredly at you and brings your fingers to his lips to kiss.
âI know you can do this, Bambi. Thereâs nothing in this world I believe in more.â
âSo, weâre gonna try naturally?â Your doctor asks to clarify and you answer her with a nervous nod of your head. âGreat, weâll start pushing in about ten minutes, alright? Remember that youâre going to push along with each contraction, so donât push until I tell you.â
She walks across the room to discuss the plan with the other nurses assisting her with your delivery. Jungkook grabs your attention by brushing his knuckles down the side of your face and you paint an expression of false bravery on your face for him.
âAre you okay? You gonna be alright?â
âYeah, Koo, Iâm okay,â you assure him. âJust donât be upset if I sink my nails into your skin and make you bleed.â
âYou can do whatever you need to get through it,â he responds.
He brushes your hair away again, even more of your strands matted down after the hours of labor youâve gone through already.
âThis is it, huh? No turning back,â you say.
âNope,â Jungkook giggles. âI canât wait, Bams.â
âMe, either,â you reply happily.
Jungkook kisses you again, cherishing the feeling of your lips as he mentally maps the shape of your mouth and memorizes this moment. You allow the lip lock to be your final moment of rest before diving headfirst into the ordeal you fear the most. The next time your lips meet, it will be once youâve become a family.Â
âI know Iâve said it before, but youâre the best thing to ever happen to me. I love you so damn much,â Jungkook states.
âI thought you said that blowjob I gave you was the best thing to ever happen to you?â
Jungkook laughs indiscriminately, his eyes squeezing shut as his bunny teeth peak out.
âI was wrong,â he says. âItâs you, Bambi. Itâs always been you.â
You smile at him in total adoration while tracing his features with your eyes, wanting to remember years from now exactly how he looked before he became a dad.Â
âI love you, Jungkook, I donât know if Iâll ever be able to properly explain just how much.â
Instead of verbally replying, there are kisses spread all over your face as you giggle until your doctor returns and asks if youâre ready. When you tell her you are, she reassures you of your strength before sitting on the stool between your legs while the other nurses stand in various positions around her.
Jungkook squeezes your hand with an unknown melody and you share an affirmative glance from your periphery. Youâve been through everything under the sun together, and this is just another hurdle you know youâll get through side by side. Thereâs no doubt in your mind you can do this because heâs here beside you and no one provides you with more strength and support than him.
Three consecutive, merciless contractions crash over you and you nearly turn Jungkookâs hand purple with your grasp. Your doctor informs you in a calm voice that when the third wave of pain begins to ebb youâll start pushing. One contraction bleeds into the next, and you hear a backwards count of three before she orders you to push hard.
The pain is abundantly worse than you ever imagined. It feels like the entire lower half of your body is on fire while your insides tear themselves to shreds. You scream as hot, salty tears blur your vision and your nails bite into Jungkookâs hand. He holds your elbow with his free hand in an attempt to give you more support to steady yourself with.
The word âpushâ is repeated over and over as the contraction moves through you. You do as you're told for a few minutes, although it feels like hours, and then she states youâre going to pause for a moment.Â
âOkay, you can stop, dear,â she instructs.Â
As soon as your efforts cease, you gasp in hefty relief and fall backwards into the bed, all the while panting and trying to calm the inner workings of your body after pushing your nervous system to the brink.
âBambi? Are you doing alright?â Jungkook asks as he brushes his fingers through your hair. Â
âFuck you, Jungkook. Youâre never coming in me again,â you huff through shaky breaths.Â
He chuckles and kisses your crown a couple times, making you smile despite the exhaustion and ache.Â
When your doctor asks if youâre ready to continue you reply with a weak nod of your head and return to your prior position. The same sequence of events repeats for a while, but you honestly have no idea for how long because one excruciating moment just blurs into the next. Thereâs a particularly awful set of pushes and afterwards your doctor happily informs you the babyâs crowning and it shouldnât take much longer.Â
You brace yourself for what you know will be the worst pain yet, readjusting your hold on Jungkookâs hand as he whispers words of encouragement in your ear and kisses your sweaty cheek.Â
Truthfully, all you want is to pause and climb into his lap so he can soothe the pain away as he always does, but your baby needs you, and thereâs nothing you want more in the world than to hold them in your arms.
A moment later your doctor tells you to push as hard as youâre able and the loudest scream yet rips from your throat. You genuinely believe for a moment that you're being ripped in half and wonât make it out alive. The thought scares you half to death, but you force it away so you can focus on giving your child life.
âAh! Fuck!â You wail as tears freefall from your eyes.
âOne more, honey, youâre almost there,â your doctor assures you.
âYou can do it, Bams,â Jungkook shouts as his arm shakes from how firmly youâre clutching his hand.Â
âAhh no, no I canât, I canât do it,â you cry helplessly, the pain nearly blacking out your vision.Â
âYes, you can, baby. I know that you can,â Jungkook replies.Â
You weep hysterically while trying to breathe through the pain, but it feels impossible to push air from your lungs when all you feel is the overwhelming sensation of your insides ripping apart.
âPush, honey!â
Your doctor's words shove reality before you, that you only have one choice and thatâs to bring your baby into the world. So, with all the strength you have left after hours of physical pain and torment, you push with all your might.
Thereâs an ear piercing scream which accompanies your efforts, but then your voice is drowned out by the sound of a shrill cry.Â
You gasp harshly and slam into the bed when the immense pressure disperses from your bottom half. Youâre left panting haphazardly as your body slows its momentum and your mind catches up to the world around you.Â
The feeling of Jungkookâs fingers lacing through yours grounds you to the moment, but itâs your doctorâs voice which pulls your consciousness to the surface.
âCongratulations, you two, you have a beautiful little girl.â
âA girl?â You and Jungkook shout in unison.Â
âWeâre gonna clean her up and get her right back to you, alright?â
The world is spinning too fast. Everything seems to be happening at once, but you do your best to calm your mind so you can focus on your daughter and the man you love sitting beside you.
âBambi, you did it,â Jungkook cheers as he leans over and kisses your forehead. âWe have a daughter.â
You regain control of your eyes and turn towards the sound of his voice. He honestly looks just as bad as you. There are tear stains all across his face from crying over you being in pain, and fresh droplets are forming in the corners of his eyes at the news about your little girl. Â
Reaching across to bring his face closer, you kiss him as ardently as you can with your strength almost entirely depleted. Youâre both smiling too hard to even kiss properly, your teeth clashing as your tears of joy blend together until you donât know whose are whose.Â
You pull away when your doctor returns with your daughter wrapped in a blanket with a little pink hat on her head. Sheâs so tiny that you gasp in awe, your hands covering your mouth as you wait in eager anticipation for her to be placed in your arms.Â
Your doctor smiles brightly at you as she hands you the little bundle of joy in her arms.Â
There are truly no words to describe the feeling of holding her for the first time. Itâs unbelievably surreal to think sheâs the same little pumpkin growing in your womb all this time. Sheâs breathtakingly beautiful, with tufts of black hair just like her fatherâs sticking out from the edges of her hat. She has his button nose, too, but her lips and face shape seem to favor you. Her eyes are delicately shut while she sleeps peacefully in her carefully made cocoon.
âHi, baby,â you whisper. âIt feels weird holding you in my arms rather than my belly, huh?â She obviously doesnât respond to your adoration, but youâll speak nonsense to her all day anyway. âOh, I love you so much already.â
Jungkook places a hand on your shoulder as he leans over to see his daughter up close. The two of you have identical watery grins as your happy tears continue to fall.Â
âSheâs so beautiful,â he whispers.Â
âYes, she is.â You gently caress her head and tap her little nose. âWe made her, Koo.â
âFor funsies.â
Laughing to the point your chest shakes, you nudge him in retaliation for possibly disturbing your little girl's slumber. He joins in your laughter and kisses the exposed skin of your shoulder where your hospital gown fell down. Your heart feels as though itâs swelling to ten times its normal size as you lean down to press the gentlest of kisses to her forehead.Â
âYou wanna hold her?â You ask him.
His eyes are wide with wonder as he nods his head slowly and reaches for her with adorable grabby hands. You pass her over as deftly as possible and admire the scene before you as Jungkook meets his daughter for the first time.
The sound he makes is a mixture between a gasp and a cry when he first comes face to face with her before he starts giggling endlessly, his nose scrunching up in pure bliss as more tears fall from his eyes.Â
âHi, my little one,â he coos. âIâve been waiting so long to meet you.â You sniffle to hold back your own sentimental tears as you watch the two people you love most in the world interact. âDaddy loves you so much, little girl.â He chuckles to himself. âBut weâre gonna have to talk, because you hurt Mommy and that just cannot go unpunished.â
You allow a hearty laugh to leave you now that you arenât holding your daughter.Â
âI canât thank you enough, Bams. Iâll never be able to thank you enough, even if I spend every second of the rest of my life doing so. You made me a dad to the most beautiful little girl in the world.â
âYou donât have to thank me, Koo, because you made me a mom. Youâve loved and cared for me my entire life, and if the only way I can repay you is with her, then all this was worth it.âÂ
You kiss him softly, being careful not to jostle your daughter resting in his arms.
After a while of simply admiring your baby as she sleeps, your doctor informs you itâs almost time to go through afterbirth, although it should be easier since your water broke earlier. Once thatâs done, they clamp the umbilical cord and allow Jungkook to cut it, which he does while smiling from ear to ear.Â
Itâs about an hour later when they tell Jungkook he can grab two loved ones at a time to come see you. You mutually agreed ahead of time that your mothers will be first, so he kisses you on the lips and your daughter on her forehead before heading to the waiting room to spread the magnificent news.Â
Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief as he travels down the long hallway away from the delivery room, still so utterly shocked that heâs a dad and he has such a beautiful daughter.Â
He also canât believe how amazing you did. Heâs positively in awe of you and what you went through to deliver your baby. It honestly pains him to leave you both even if only for a few fleeting moments. He could spend forever just staring at you and your sweet little girl.Â
When the double doors open, a massive crowd of your friends and family are behind them waiting eagerly for his arrival. They all stand at once when they see Jungkook enter, and every single person shares the same anticipatory expression.Â
âItâs a girl!â He announces with his arms held high above his head.Â
The entire room erupts with cheers and the horde of loved ones descends on him in an excited frenzy. He feels multiple friends messing with his hair affectionately, his mom kissing his cheek, and your friends hugging his waist. It makes his heart jump for joy at the realization of how loved you, him, and your baby are already.
âHowâs Y/N?â Chaewon asks once everyone gives him some room to breathe.
âSheâs fucking perfect. I mean, she was just so amazing. I canât even comprehend it,â he explains. âShe couldnât get the epidural because she lost too much blood, but she pushed through and sheâs doing great.â
âShe gave birth naturally?â Nayeon asks in shock.
Jungkook nods and Nayeon clutches her heart in response.Â
âWhen can we see her and the baby?â Yoongi asks him.
âSo, we can take you back two at a time. Weâre gonna start with our parents, moms first, and then you guys can play rock paper scissors to figure out the order of friends,â Jungkook states.
The large group of friends immediately start turning to one another to start the tournament while Jungkook gestures with his head for his and your mom to follow him back.Â
His mom clings to his arm as they walk and Jungkook throws his other one around your momâs shoulders, placing a loving kiss on each of their heads. Both women are still crying from the happy news, but he can tell they're practically vibrating with giddiness to see you and the baby.
Jungkook opens the door for them to enter before following closely behind. Before his feet even enter the space he hears the excited gasps from the women as their eyes land on you and their grandchild.
Your mom is at your side like lightning, bending down to kiss your forehead and ask how youâre doing. You assure her youâre doing alright while offering your sleeping daughter to her. She nods like a bobble head and gently lifts the swaddled child from your arms where she was laying.Â
Jungkookâs mom gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and then leans over your momâs shoulder to meet her first grandchild. You watch endearingly as their expressions glow with warmth and affection for her while Jungkook joins you by your bedside again. When your eyes meet, you notice heâs staring at you as though you created the entire universe from scratch. The blush on your face is involuntary, and you kiss him for the umpteenth time today to hide the pink hue.
âI love you so much, baby,â Jungkook whispers in between smooches.
You plant one last peck on him.
âI love you more.â
Jungkook clicks his tongue disapprovingly.
âAre we about to have our first fight as parents?â
Eventually, after your fathers meet their granddaughter, your friends begin arriving in pairs to visit you and their niece, ending with Namjoon and Jimin, which is no surprise given their terrible history with lady luck. By the time the initial pass through of all your guests comes to a close, youâre beyond exhausted, so Jungkook takes your daughter while you rest. Your doctor bids you farewell shortly beforehand and tells you the nurses will assist with nursing for the first time once you wake up.Â
Upon your return to the land of the living, the three of you are admitted to an actual hospital room rather than the delivery room, which allows for more people to come see you at one time. Although, you and Jungkook decide itâs best to hold off on visitors until after you breastfeed your daughter.Â
The nurses are wonderful with helping you accomplish the daunting task, and itâs honestly easier than you expected. Your little girl latches onto you with ease and although it feels funny at first, the longer she drinks from you the more soothing it becomes. Relaxing against the pillows, you shut your eyes and appreciate the newness of motherhood while feeding your daughter. Jungkook interrupts your peaceful haven with a wistful sigh as his head falls into one of his palms.Â
âIâm so jealous,â he states with his eyes locked on your chest.
The slap upside the head you give him is purely on instinct.
Your loved ones all visit again over the next twenty four hours prior to your discharge from the hospital. Before departing, the nurses ask you about a name since the process is simpler to complete while youâre still here. You and Jungkook wear matching smirks while eyeing one another. Contrary to popular belief, the two of you really did know which name to choose the moment you saw her.
You, Jungkook, and Naru return home as a family for the first time, along with your parents, later that day. Bam and Usagi are downright ecstatic to see you and Jungkookâs dad has to hold Bam back from jumping on you or Jungkook, whoâs holding Naru in her baby carrier.Â
Itâs a flurry of movement as your moms support your back during your trek upstairs to sleep the pain away while Jungkook places Naru in her crib. Your dads immediately begin cleaning to take some chores off your plate, the two of them working in tandem to wash away the sticky bodily fluid still on the kitchen floor. Once youâre out cold and Jungkook is admiring his daughter with his head resting on the edge of her crib, your parents complete some other miscellaneous tasks around the house and feed the pets before heading home.Â
After they leave, Jungkook sits in the nursery rocking chair and watches with stars in his eyes as his little girl sleeps soundly in her stolen cradle.Â
Itâs not totally certain why you chose Naru as her name. A couple months ago, Jungkook was rattling names off a list along with their meanings, and for some unknown reason it just stuck out. You and Jungkook both loved it amongst some other girl and boy names, and shortly after she was born, you unanimously agreed to go with that one. Thereâs an added cuteness bonus because Naru is the name of Usagiâs best friend in Sailor Moon, and in your little familiar theyâre sisters.Â
The name means to become, grow, reach, or attain, and you think the meaning suits her and the two of you so perfectly.Â
When you wake after some solid sleep, itâs with a sore groan as you literally roll off the mattress to check on your family. Itâs still so surreal referring to yourselves that way, but a completely lovesick smile graces your lips every time you do.Â
You stop in your tracks before anyone can see you once you reach the first floor, wanting to leave the beautiful scene youâre witnessing undisturbed for a while longer.
Jungkook is horizontal across the couch with his shirt open as Naru sleeps on his bare chest. Heâs been absolutely dying to try skin on skin time with her after reading how beneficial it can be, and although it may be good for Naru, the sight is terrible for you because it nearly sends you into hysterics over how precious it is. Not only that, but Usagi is curled up between his legs and Bam is watching curiously from the chair next to them. If you could pause time to admire this moment for longer than the world allows, youâd do so in a heartbeat.
A few quiet minutes pass as you watch Jungkookâs gaze flit across all the tiny features of his daughterâs face with the sweetest smile on his lips. He looks utterly in love, his eyes nearly forming into hearts as he stares at her. It makes you wonder if this is what everyone means when they mention how he looks at you.Â
When you finally make yourself known and pad over to the couch in your slippers, Jungkookâs face somehow lights up even more, his smile growing exponentially as you sit beside his legs.
âHi, beautiful,â he says softly. âHow are you doing?â
âIâm doing alright, just sore,â you tell him.Â
âAnything I can do?â
âNo.â You shake your head with an enchanted smile as you brush some of his hair back and caress his cheekbone. âYouâre doing everything already.â
He smiles gratefully and twists his head to kiss your wrist. The three of you remain there for a while, you and Jungkook only speaking every so often as your daughter naps peacefully and he brushes her tiny strands of hair away from her face.Â
BACK TO ZERO
The low, dulcet sound of Jungkook singing in his lower register forces your eyes open. Blinking a couple times to bring your mind to reality, you turn your head to see Jungkook beside you in bed, softly singing to Naru as her cries subside and she falls into a deep slumber.Â
You reach for them, running your hand along Jungkookâs bicep so he knows youâre awake. He looks at you with a saccharine smile and whispers good morning as to not disturb the child sleeping in his arms. Bending down, you place a gentle kiss on her forehead before sitting up to kiss Jungkook where heâs resting against the headboard.Â
âYou shouldâve woken me up, Koo,â you whisper.
âItâs okay, Bambi. I got it,â he replies with an affirmative smile.Â
Jungkookâs been doing more than his fair share of waking up during all hours of the night to care for your daughter, even though you originally agreed to take turns. He claims itâs because youâre still recovering from pushing her out of your body while he sat and watched, and it only makes sense for you to rest while he does the heavy lifting. You appreciate him more than words can express, but guilt still eats away at you everytime you see dark bags under his eyes from the fatigue.
Sometimes he doesnât have a choice but to wake you, because as much as your daughter is undeniably smitten by him, sometimes a girl just needs her mother.Â
If waking you is necessary, Jungkook will do so in the softest way possible, usually by pressing featherlight kisses all over your face and quietly telling you Naru needs you. Even when itâs your expertise required, heâll follow you into the nursery while you either feed her or give her some much needed mommy and me time. Once her cries subside and she falls asleep, Jungkook will take you by the hand and tuck you into bed with a promise of a few more hours of rest.Â
When she isnât being finicky, sheâll fall asleep in seconds to the feeling of Jungkook rocking her or singing her lullabies. You genuinely believe she recognizes his voice from when he sang to her in your womb because her eyes always light up in wonder whenever he starts a new tune.Â
Sheâs only been in your lives for a month, but somehow you love her more than anything else in the world. Itâs strange for something to have a complete occupation of your heart without knowing them very long, but Naru makes it easy. Even though she can be quite the terror when sheâs incessantly crying and screaming, and her diapers smell like sewage, sheâs the absolute sweetest baby. When sheâs being held, she always curls into the personâs chest and lays her little hand on them, or sheâll tightly grip their fingers between her tiny ones. She smiles constantly, no matter if youâre simply admiring her or playing peek-a-boo.
Naru definitely looks more like Jungkook, which is exactly what you were hoping for, although she does share some features with you.Â
The first time she blinked her eyes open and you saw a twin pair of the big, boba eyes you fell in love with, you nearly wept. In fact, theyâre so large they nearly take up half her face. Youâve already captured at least a thousand pictures of them side by side, with Jungkook often forcing his eyes open wider so they match hers.Â
Your phone is positively overflowing with photos from the last thirty days, mostly selfies of you and Jungkook with your beautiful daughter, pictures of just her, or secret candid shots of Jungkook holding or playing with her. His phone is much the same, at least you assume so given that heâs always pretending not to be snapping photos whenever youâre with Naru.
âWhat time is it?â You ask Jungkook.
âFour in the morning.â
You groan quietly enough to avoid waking the sleeping infant and stand for a bathroom break before returning to your peaceful slumber. Your body is still in shambles from the birthing process, although youâre steadily recovering. Some basic functions are still a struggle and the extreme fatigue is enough to keep you in bed all day. Jungkookâs doing his best to take care of you while also caring for Naru, but both your parents come over often to assist in whatever way they can.Â
Your friends are visiting for the first time later today because theyâve been begging nonstop to see Naru again. Itâs not that you didnât want them here, but you and Jungkook felt some alone time as a family was necessary to settle into your new routine.Â
Both friend groups are visiting this afternoon since Mina and Taehyung are officially dating and itâs simpler to invite everyone over at once. Youâre honestly elated about seeing your friends, desperately in need of some social interaction that isnât with a tiny human or your boyfriend.Â
Referring to Jungkook as your boyfriend is quite the adjustment, especially since the illusive term doesnât hold nearly enough weight for what he truly is to you. Best friend still feels more fitting even though thereâs a platonic connotation, baby daddy lowers him to a status far beneath him, and the word partner doesnât feel intimate enough for your connection. So, boyfriend it is for now, even though Jungkook continuously makes references to replacing the current ring on your finger with a different one.Â
You always reprimand him when he makes those comments, telling him itâs way too soon for both your relationship and being parents, and he assures you he agrees, but you know your hopeless romantic best friend better than anyone, and itâs obvious heâs itching to get down on one knee.Â
The thought does leave you embarrassingly giddy, but even if you did get engaged, you wouldnât wed for a while given that no one wants to plan a wedding and raise an infant simultaneously. Right now, youâre perfectly content with your current ring and the meaning behind it. Ironically, poor Jungkook keeps muttering to himself about how heâs ever going to top it when he does pick out an actual engagement ring.Â
Upon returning to bed, Jungkook purses his lips towards you and you placate him with a tender smooch before plopping into bed. Unfortunately, you arenât comfortable for long because your breasts start to hurt from needing to either feed your daughter or pump milk for later. Since sheâs currently sleeping like the little angel she is, you grab your breast pump and mirror Jungkookâs position against the headboard while the machine works its magic.Â
âYou always look like an alien when you do that,â Jungkook jokes.Â
âLike a sexy alien or an E.T. type?â
âTotally sexy, so fucking sexy,â he replies without missing a beat.
You blush bright pink and avoid his eyes before it gets any worse. Nothing about motherhood makes you feel even remotely sexy or desirable and yet thereâs still hunger in Jungkookâs eyes whenever he sees you.
His love for you is genuinely the only thing thatâs gotten you through the first month of parenthood and you canât imagine doing this with anyone else. Heâs always attentive to both you and Naru, never complains when you ask him to do something, and does everything in his power to relieve the weight on your shoulders. If there's a world where he didnât accidentally knock you up, you donât wish to live in it.Â
Eventually, you and Jungkook are able to enter dreamland again after he places Naru in her crib. When he returns to the bedroom, he pulls you into his arms from behind and you melt into his warm embrace. His lips dance along your neck, jaw, and cheek while you hum happily at the familiar sensation. Itâs been difficult not having dedicated alone time since Naru was born, so you cherish moments like these when you can relax as just the two of you.
Naruâs lovely cries wake you about four hours later, and you seize the opportunity to attend to her before Jungkook can steal your turn.Â
When you reach the nursery, Usagi is posted up outside the door as she often is whenever your little girl is crying. Your adorable cat has fallen head over heels for your daughter and it makes you swoon whenever they interact. Bamâs also nearby, his ears perking up when you open the nursery door and he hears Naru crying. Of the two of them heâs taken on the protector role, turning him into quite the guard dog lately. You donât allow them inside the room, but give them both a quick rub to thank them for being so caring.Â
Naru is twisting and turning in her crib as she cries, her tiny hands reaching for you as soon as you appear before her eyes.
âOh, my sweet girl,â you coo as you scoop her up.Â
Cradling her to your chest, you soothe her by patting her back while she lays her head on your shoulder and cries into your shirt. One thing about newborns is itâs easy to figure out what they need since it can only be one of two things. So, you carry her to the changing table and diligently clean her up before getting her back into her onesie. She stretches her chunky fingers at you to hold her again and you immediately oblige, rocking her in your arms as you move across the room.Â
The door creaks open as youâre laying her down again, but thereâs no need to turn around to know whoâs entering the room.Â
The suspicion is confirmed when two strong arms wrap around your middle and you feel your boyfriendâs lips on your shoulder. As Jungkook continues pressing chaste kisses to your skin, you affectionately boop your daughterâs nose and watch as an adorable yawn takes over her face and her fingers curl into tiny fists.
Jungkook is still kissing along your shoulder and up your neck, but he isnât trying to initiate anything, his lips are caressing you in a way you know means heâs merely doing it because he loves you and to silently thank you for doing everything you do.Â
Your hand travels behind your head to play with his hair, tugging on it gently so you can hear his sweet laugh in your ear.Â
âWish we could stay like this forever, Bams.â
âMe, too,â you whisper.Â
Turning around in his hold, you capture his neck with both arms and yank him closer for a real kiss. Jungkook automatically tugs you into him with his fingers clutching your waist, causing your back to arch as he deepens the kiss by coaxing your mouth open.Â
Itâs important to make time for intimacy even if it canât lead anywhere yet, and truth be told, your inherent need to feel his lips on yours never wanes. You wonder if this so-called honeymoon phase will ever go away or if you just love him so much that this is what forever is going to be like.Â
Jungkook grabs your jaw with one hand as his tongue slips into your mouth, and if he wasnât holding you the action would probably send you falling into Naruâs cradle. You kiss him a hundred times a day, at least, and he still manages to make your knees weak every time. The two of you moan in harmony when your tongues meet and you press yourself harder against him in response. His chest is warm and solid and you can feel his steady heartbeat beneath his shirt.Â
âI love you, babygirl,â he confesses quietly.Â
Heâs kissing you again before youâre able to reciprocate his devotion, but you part for the sake of oxygen a moment later and leave your foreheads touching.Â
âI love you, too.â
You allow Naru to sleep in peace and exit the nursery holding hands. Jungkook leads you down the hall to his bedroom, which is technically shared now. There are plans to turn what was your bedroom back into Jungkookâs office since you certainly arenât using it anymore, and you need the space where his desk currently sits for all of your furniture.Â
Waking up in Jungkookâs arms is hands down the most wonderful feeling in the world, on par with holding Naru while she smiles radiantly at you.Â
Upon returning to the confines of your bedroom, Jungkook brings you into him again so he can kiss you fervently. His intensity pulls a chuckle from your lungs as you shamelessly make out in the middle of the room.Â
âHow many more weeks again?â He asks breathlessly, referring to when youâll be cleared for sexual activity.
âIâm not sure, since whoever decided on six weeks clearly never pushed a child out of their vagina,â you respond.Â
Jungkook giggles while leaning in to kiss you again. He graces you with one last peck before heading to grab some towels so you can prepare for the day ahead.
âWell, whenever you are ready, just know Iâll be really gentle.â
âI donât even think you believe that, Jungkook.â
His smile is riddled with faux guilt when he returns to your side.Â
âYeah, no, thatâs a total lie.â
You smack his chest with the towel in retaliation, but youâre already laughing to reveal your true feelings. The two of you head to the bathroom together, making sure to grab the baby monitor so you can hear if Naru wakes up.Â
Showering together is another sparing moment when you can just be in each otherâs presence without any of the noise, so itâs become routine lately. Sometimes it gets interrupted by your daughter and one of you, usually Jungkook, has to run out in a towel to console her. One time, he still had shampoo in his hair and you carefully crafted a little bun on his head so it didnât drip into his eyes.Â
Jungkook turns the water on while you brush your teeth. Itâs adorably domestic and reminds you just how far youâve come since you first moved in more than six months ago.Â
Your boyfriend strips as you're washing the toothpaste from your mouth and it takes everything in you not to drool into the sink. No matter how many times you see him naked, every glance feels like the first and you go dizzy over the sight.Â
âBambi, stop ogling me,â he teases.Â
âStop looking like that, then.â
âOh, well excuse me.â
âYouâre excused,â you reply, your arms crossing over your chest in victory.Â
A sly grin appears as Jungkook begins robbing you of your own clothes. He caresses your torso once youâre naked in front of him, massaging your skin with his warm fingers until he reaches your hips and squeezes them with a quiet growl.
You frown involuntarily, your usual confidence noticeably absent in the skin youâre currently wearing. Some of the baby weight is gone, about ten or so pounds, but there are stretch marks and extra skin that didnât previously exist staring back at you in the mirror.
âWhat is it, Bams?â He asks with evident concern.Â
Thereâs confusion over your negative reaction painting Jungkookâs features as he eyes you inquisitively.Â
âItâs unfair,â you pout.Â
âWhat is, baby?âÂ
Your chin is pitched up by Jungkookâs pointer finger so he can watch your expressions when you respond.Â
âHow sexy you are,â you answer.
âUnfair to whom? Iâm yours, arenât I?âÂ
Blush creeps across your bare chest and neck, but his sweet words still donât dispel your insecurities.
âYeah, but Iâm all flabby and misshapen while you still look freaking perfect.â
âBambi, you look beyond perfect. Thereâs nothing that could make you not the most beautiful woman in the world,â Jungkook states earnestly.
âYouâre only saying that because youâre in love with me,â you argue.
âNo, no,â Jungkook says with a shake of his head. âI thought that long before I fell in love with you, Bams.â He can sense your disbelief, so he bends his knees until heâs staring directly into your eyes. âDo I need to kiss every inch of you to prove it? Because I fucking will.â
âNo,â you mumble. His knuckles brush your cheekbone and you sigh. âIâm sorry, I just donât feel like myself right now, you know?âÂ
âNo need to apologize, baby, just tell me how to help and I will.âÂ
His everlasting love and consideration for you bring a smile to your face and you kiss him briefly before leading him towards the shower.
âYou donât need to do anything more than you already are,â you tell him. âAnd maybe once Iâm fully recovered you can bring me with you to the gym so I can get back to normal faster.âÂ
Jungkook enthusiastically nods at your proposal of working out together. Heâs been begging you for a while to join him at the gym, mostly because he wants to do push ups over you and kiss you everytime he goes down.
He holds you steady via a hand on your waist as you enter the shower before joining you under the falling water, keeping your back pressed to his chest while the steam encompasses you both. His lips find your neck as he slowly kisses across your wet skin, except unlike before, thereâs fire behind his touch as he ravishes you in sensual affection. The water drenching you both only serves to up the intensity, the feeling of him licking up the droplets while he sucks on your throat sending you into euphoric bliss.
âKoo,â you moan, leaning your head on his shoulder as your eyes shut.
âJust because I canât fuck you doesnât mean I wonât make you feel good, babygirl,â he tells you.Â
Which is precisely what he does as he continues kissing you in all the spots he knows drive you crazy while his hands caress you everywhere within reach. They eventually find purchase on your tits and he tactfully massages them in his big hands.Â
His touch turns your brain to mush, your mind descending into a pool of pleasure as you relish in the sensation of his hands on you. It takes all your willpower not to say fuck it and let him push his cock into your cunt. If there wasnât an adorable little girl whoâll be waking up soon, youâd let him manhandle you for hours until the water runs ice cold.Â
You turn around abruptly upon deciding you want to taste him rather than feel him, and Jungkook catches on instantly, walking you both under the showerhead until your back meets the wall as his lips descend on yours.Â
The kiss is deliciously sloppy from the combination of tongues chasing each other and water pouring down. Your hands rake into Jungkookâs dripping strands of black hair as you moan unabashedly into his mouth. One of Jungkookâs hands slams on the shower wall beside your head while the other catches your waist to keep your body pressed to his. Everything about it feels absolutely filthy even though youâre in a place meant for cleanliness.Â
âI didnât even know it was possible to want someone like this,â Jungkook whispers. âAll the goddamn fucking time, baby.â
âMe, either,â you reply through a moan as Jungkook begins kissing down your neck again. âI donât know how we went so long without it.â
He laughs while shaking his head where it resides in the junction of your neck and shoulder.
âBecause weâre idiots.â
Thereâs only a split second between his response and his lips latching onto your nipple, his hand inching up your spine to fondle the opposite breast. It forces a gasp out of you as you desperately grasp his hair in your hands. He plays with your tits in sync, sucking on your pebbled nub in perfect time with the movement of his fingers. An incoherent curse passes through your lips when his ministrations cause you to lactate into his mouth, and he groans in delight as he laps up the milk coming from your nipple with his tongue. The act is supremely messy because Jungkook is purposely missing some of your breast milk so he can lick it off your skin before the water washes it away.
He alternates between drinking straight from the source and allowing his tongue to collect it, but neither choice is better for your sanity. This isnât the first time heâs acted upon his insatiable urges, just last week he wrapped his lips around your nipple after you were forced awake at three in the morning to check on Naru. The feeling of him sucking on you while you lactate was strange initially, but after a moment it made your head spin with pleasure as he played with your tits and fed himself from your body.Â
âFuck, Koo.âÂ
Your head hits the shower tile while he moans pathetically around your nipple.
âIâll apologize to our daughter for stealing her food later,â he mumbles into your skin.
You chuckle and Jungkook naturally smiles just from the sound of your happiness. He leaves a final kiss on your breast before returning to your lips with a satisfied hum.Â
Youâve never had shower sex before and unfortunately, today wonât be the day, but after this itâs certainly going on your list.Â
Your lips continue clashing while you caress each other for an unknown amount of time, but when you do finally catch your breath, the water has begun cooling down. Thereâs a major responsibility to someone other than yourselves looming outside the bathroom door, so you stop being sexual deviants and actually wash up for the day.Â
Jungkook pours some soap on your luffa so he can work it into your skin, not missing a single inch as he glides the sponge along your body. You do the same for him while he gathers shampoo in his hands and starts cleansing your hair.Â
Heâs sporting the most adorable look of concentration while he scrubs the shampoo on your scalp until it turns to suds. Repeating the motions on his own hair, you dig your nails between his strands and make him whine from the soothing sensation on his head. The two of you finish up quickly, turning off the water and handing each other your respective towels to dry off.
After getting dressed, you return to Naruâs nursery to wake her up and feed her. Ironically, you have to bottle feed her because Jungkook used up all the milk collecting in your breasts for her morning meal. She looks positively delighted to see you once sheâs awake, a heart stopping giggle coming from her tiny body as you pick her up.Â
Jungkook says heâll prepare for your guests to arrive while you care for Naru, which includes dolling her up for her visitors. You donât normally dress her in actual clothes, usually leaving her in a onesie for simplicity, but you want your friends to see her in some of the clothes they bought her. When she naps, you always swaddle her in the blanket Chaewon made and most of her toys come from your friends.Â
You trudge downstairs with her resting on your shoulder to find Jungkook cleaning up some lingering dishes in the kitchen. Bam bounds over excitedly to greet you and you use your free hand to throw his bone across the room after petting his head. Usagi follows close behind at your feet, per usual, her big eyes staring up at you and Naru as you walk towards the kitchen.Â
Thereâs a blindingly bright smile on Jungkookâs face when you enter the room and he instinctively gestures for your daughter. Gladly passing her over, you watch in endearment as he nuzzles his nose against hers and she makes an adorable cooing sound.Â
âHi, pretty girl,â he says in his baby voice. She giggles and reaches for his cheeks at the sound of him praising her. âYeah? You want your daddy?âÂ
Her giggles grow louder when he blows raspberries on each of her chubby cheeks. She cuddles up against his chest as he holds her close, her eyes shutting serenely at the feeling of her dadâs warmth surrounding her. Jungkook bounces her in his arms which causes her to smile adoringly at him and her little toothless grin makes your heart sing.Â
You automatically take over for him on the chore front since Naru clearly wants some daddy-daughter time.Â
When she wakes up after falling asleep in Jungkookâs warm embrace, itâs obvious sheâs uncomfortable and needs her diaper changed. You never predicted being able to tell which cries mean what, but youâve memorized every single noise she makes at this point. Jungkook volunteers for dumpster duty while you finish up downstairs.Â
When they return, sheâs still crying incessantly, only itâs soft whimpers you both know mean she wants her mommy. Jungkook gracefully hands her to you, ensuring sheâs secure in your arms before letting go. You bring her to the couch and lay her in your lap, holding her little hands and moving them in circles to soothe her.
âHi, sweet Naru.â Her cries diminish as soon as she hears your voice. âI love you so much, my darling girl. Yeah, thatâs right.âÂ
She makes the cutest baby sound imaginable and squeezes your fingers to the best of her ability. You coo in adoration and bend down to kiss her tummy so she giggles even more. Jungkook clicks his tongue over your shoulder.Â
âI always think sheâs such a daddyâs girl until you get your hands on her,â he comments.Â
âShe is a daddyâs girl, Koo. In fact, she may be more obsessed with you than I am.â You boop her nose and her smile grows while she sticks her tongue out. âIsnât that right, Naru? Mommyâs gonna have to fight you for him, arenât I, little girl?â
The noise she makes sounds suspiciously like a yes. Jungkook blushes deep red, his love for his daughter physically manifesting on his cheeks.Â
âI love her more than anything, but youâll always be my girl, Bams,â he says with a kiss to your cheek.
An hour later the first of your guests arrives. You purposely told them all different times, in about ten minute increments, so everyone gets devoted time with Naru without fighting over her. Jihyo is first, and she has enough gifts in her hands to fill the entire nursery. She squeals and jumps a couple inches off the ground in delight when you appear before her with Naru. The gift bags fall to the floor with a plop as she extends her arms to take her niece from you.Â
âNaru, my sweetheart!â She cheers.
You and Jungkook are able to take a much needed parenting reprieve as your friends slowly pile in and pass your daughter around like a hot potato. Once all thirteen of them have arrived, everyone spreads out between the living room and the kitchen.Â
Naru is currently sound asleep in Yoongiâs arms, the usually expressionless man wearing a face of complete joy as he watches her with his gummy smile even though sheâs not awake to return it.Â
âI still donât understand how the youngest of us is a dad before anyone else,â Jin says as he chews on his slice of pizza.
âBecause heâs a doofus,â Jimin responds.Â
âHey! I may be a doofus, but I took part in making the cutest little girl ever,â Jungkook defends himself. âIn fact, you could say Iâm about fifty percent of the reason sheâs so adorable!â
âKook, you got to creampie the hottest woman we all know and then magically have a child nine months later. Iâll give you five percent tops,â Chaewon argues.Â
Everyone chuckles at Chaewonâs extremely high level overview of pregnancy.
âShe seems really well behaved,â Yunjin comments.Â
âShe is,â you say proudly. âNaru is a little angel.â
âYou wonât be saying that in a few months,â Namjoon says. âSheâll be a demon once she starts teething.â
âOh, remind me not to visit around then,â Hoseok adds.
As if she heard them talking smack about her, Naru wakes up and begins fussing around in Yoongiâs arms. His eyes go wide at the foreign behavior and he immediately locks eyes with Jungkook across the room for assistance. Your boyfriend smiles at his friendâs nervousness and goes to grab your daughter before she starts cryingÂ
When she instantaneously settles down at the feeling of Jungkook holding her, all seven girls harmoniously gasp in awe.Â
âOh my gosh, she loves you, Jeon!â Eunchae states.Â
âI would sure hope so,â he replies with a proud grin.Â
He kisses her head a couple times and she nuzzles against his shoulder, tucking her face into his neck and laying her adorable, chunky, baby hand on his chest.Â
âWow, never thought Iâd see the day,â Taehyung notes from where he sits with a hand on Minaâs thigh.
âSo, whoâs next? I think Naru needs a playmate, right?â Nayeon asks the room, her eyebrows rising when she meets Minaâs gaze.Â
Mina aggressively shakes her head while putting her hands up in surrender.
âNuh uh, not yet, especially not after hearing about what Y/N went through,â she states.
âHow are you doing, Y/N?â Tzuyu changes the subject to ask.
âIâm recovering, some days are worse than others,â you answer. âI honestly thought I was going to die.â
âI still canât believe you did it without any pain meds,â Chaewon says with a shake of her head.Â
âYou and me both.â
âIt was genuinely pure magic,â Jungkook comments, his hand gently patting Naruâs back. âSheâs a fucking goddess.â
You send him a charming smile from across the room and he blows a kiss at you in return.Â
âIt was worth it, thatâs all I know,â you respond.
âIt totally was, look at your little girl! Sheâs perfect,â Eunchae says.Â
âWe can only hope the rest of us schmucks make children as lovely as Naru someday,â Jimin states while holding his glass up to cheers. âTo our niece!â
Everyone raises their own glasses in solidarity, except for Jungkook, who lifts Naru up Lion King-style as she giggles and kicks her little feet in joy.Â
The night continues with Naru being passed around the room a couple more times. She seems to enjoy her uncle Jin the most, probably because heâs an expert at making funny faces that cause her to cheerfully scream and laugh. Jihyo also garners much of her attention, with Naru making grabby hands at her every so often. Mina jokes itâs because Jihyo has big tits and your daughter is getting her confused with a source of nutrients.Â
Your friends eventually say their goodbyes until all that remains are the vast amount of gifts they brought. You and Jungkook mutually agree to put them away in the morning and use this precious time for quality family bonding in bed.Â
The two of you lay on your stomachs with Naru between you on the mattress. You both take turns tickling her and blowing raspberries on her stomach and thighs just to hear the perfect laugh you adore so much. It feels like pure, unadulterated bliss, and with Bam and Usagi both curled up by your feet, you feel utterly complete as a little family of five.Â
Resting your head on your arm, you gaze at Jungkook as he admires his little girl. The adoration in his sparkling eyes makes you feel eternally grateful to your past self for the decision she made. Here you thought you were sleeping with Jungkook just to try it, and now your heart is reborn in more ways than one. Itâs swollen to max capacity with both romantic love for your best friend and unconditional love for your daughter.Â
Jungkook notices your stare and raises an eyebrow at you. When you donât respond, he leans over Naru to kiss you and pull you from your reverie. Â
âYou gonna tell me why youâre looking at me like that, Bambi?âÂ
You shake your head.
âI donât have to because you already know,â you respond.Â
He smiles beautifully and tucks some of your hair behind your ear.Â
âYeah, I do.â
Jungkook kisses you again, smoothly gliding his lips over yours while he pours his love for you into the gesture. Ardently returning his kiss, you caress his cheek with one hand and move your lips in a gentle harmony with his. Your foreheads meet after pulling away and upon looking sideways, you see Naru playfully rolling side to side between you. You share a heartwarming laugh at her mannerisms, both of you so completely taken by your daughter and each other.Â
âIâm so glad I asked you to try something new that night, Bams. Now we get to do everything together for the rest of our lives, starting with parenting.â
âMm, same here, Koo.â You lean back and rest your head in your hand. âI wonder what other new stuff weâll get up to.â
Jungkook hums inquisitively and tongues his cheek as he ponders his answer, but then his eyes light up with a mischievous grin.Â
âMarriage?â
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ENEMIES OF THE HEART ( Bruce wayne )

summary: Bruce Wayne has a serious weakness for beautiful, thieving women.
pairing: Bruce wayne x fem reader
open request â dc masterlist
Is committing robberies wrong? Of course it is, but stealing from corrupt rich people and leaving poetic clues behind each heist wasn't bad, at least not according to your ideals. You don't kill, you don't harm innocent people.
But there were people who didn't think the same, and one of them was Batman.
And there he is again. On the rooftop. In the shadows. Breathing as if the world weighed on his shoulders.
"Oh, BatsyâŠ" you whisper, fearlessly, with a crooked smile. "Don't be mean to me, I'm being good."
He doesn't respond immediately. Only his silhouette emerges from the rain, like a threat made flesh. Wet, bloody, exhausted, but still standing. Still imposing.
"You don't know what 'behaving' means," he growls in his deep voice, as if he could split you in two with just it.
"Oh," you looked at him, sadness showing on your face. "So, will you teach me how to be a good girl?"
He takes a step closer, ignoring your teasing. Rain trickles down the outline of his jaw. He's breathing heavily. And you can tell.
His eyes bore into you from the shadow of his cowl. If you didn't know him so well, you'd swear he's about to collapse. But he doesn't. Because he's Batman. Because he'd rather bleed out on the concrete than show weakness.
"You're breathing like you've run a marathon," you murmur, head tilted slightly. "Or like you've been stabbed. is the last one, right? Because you're in pretty good shape."
He doesn't respond. But his hands clench, and his body, which seemed made of steel, falters. A step. Half a step. Enough for you to take the next one without hesitation. You stand in front of him. So close that you feel the warmth of his body despite the icy rain.
"Let me see the wound."
"No."
"Batsy, be nice to me," you whisper, raising an eyebrow. "You're bleeding like a fucking tragic poem. Let me help you."
"I don't need your help."
"Don't be a liar, Bats," you reply, still smiling, but lowering your voice. Your voice is soft, almost intimate. "Did you give Robin a night off? You have great timing to get seriously hurt."
You see it in the slight wobble, in the way he clenches his fists to keep from falling. He's holding on out of pure pride.
"I could leave you here," you say, taking a step closer, pressing your chest to his. "I could turn around, jump over that ledge, and let the rain wash your silhouette off the ground."
He doesn't respond. But he doesn't move away either.
"But I won't. Because, you know... I care about you." Your index finger dares to rise, brushing against his jawline. "And I'd be so bored if you weren't here in the city."
You don't really expect it. But you don't hesitate when his body gives way a little to you. A minimal weight. A silent surrender.
"Come with me, Bats" you whisper, putting his arm around your shoulders. "I don't want you to bleed out before I have a chance to have fun with you."
He grunts something in protest, but not enough to stop you. You guide him through the alleys to one of your many hiding places, a forgotten warehouse disguised as a mechanic's shop. There, amidst the junk and secrets, you carefully remove part of his suit.
You finish the bandage and lean over him to reach something on the table behind him. Your body brushes against his.
"You're being very quiet, Batsy," you whisper, lowering your voice as if telling a secret. "If you keep that up, I'm going to think you're into me."
"You're not being professional"
"I never was. But neither are you, considering the way you look at me every time I appear. I don't know if you want to handcuff me or kiss me.'
Silence.
Your faces are close. Unbearably close. "Or both, I don't mind," you add, with a dangerous smile.
Your mouth is a breath away from his. The tension crackles between you, electric, almost unbearable. But you don't. Not yet. Instead, you simply rest your forehead against his.
He doesn't pull you away. He doesn't move. But he's no longer breathing with control. He breathes forcefully, his jaw clenched, as if he hates you for having that effect on him.
"Why are you tempting me?" he murmurs, and his voice doesn't sound like a plea, it sounds like a curse to himself.
"Because you like it when I do" you answer without hesitation, your lips barely touching his, with that smile you only use when you're winning. "And you don't know how to ask me for more."
Then, without warning, he grabs your arm. Not violently, but firmly. He pulls you toward him. Your faces are millimeters apart. You can feel the heat of his rage. The heat of his desire. It's the same thing. Fused together.
"This is a mistake" he growls. But he doesn't stop.
Thunder cracks the sky, and in that flash, you see his lips tremble before they come close to yours. The kiss isn't soft. It's not sweet. It's like him: intense, held back for too long. It's an explosion of something that has been cracking at his control for monthsâmaybe years.
He kisses you like he hates needing you. Like you're his addiction. And you kiss him back, with fire.
When you pull away, just for a second, you breathe against his mouth: "You're going to think about this all night, aren't you?"
He doesn't answer. He can't. Because he still has you on his lips. Because he hates himself for giving in. Because he hates himself more for wanting to do it again.
And you, with that same sinful smile, turn around, and take all your things to return to your night walk, and you turn around one last time before vanishing into shadows.
"See you next time, Batsy."
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yuuji's bedtime is 7:30 each night.
there are occasional exceptions like holidays or special events, but as a general rule jin is diligent about making sure his six-year-old is tucked up snug in his little bed by 7:30 sharp so he can get all the sleep he needs to learn and grow and thrive.
sukuna thinks that's all a load of shit.
as such, yuuji's strict bedtime routine is rarely followed when uncle sukuna is tasked with watching him for the night. partially because he thinks it's stupid, and the kid should be allowed to stay up as late as he wants, and partially to spite his older brother for asking him to babysit in the first place.
yuuji hops from one dingy tile to the next on one leg while sukuna surveys the convenience store shelves before his eyes. it's 8:15 now, a full 45 minutes past yuuji's bedtime, and the kid shows no sign of dropping anytime soonâfuther proof, sukuna thinks smugly, that all that stuff his brother's always spouting about "childhood development" and "gentle parenting" is a bunch of garbage. he reaches out and plucks a bag of chips off the shelf in front of him, tossing it into the basket dangling from his hand.
"jichan!" yuuji finally lets both his little light-up sneakers hit the floor, looking up at his uncle with sparkling, expectant eyes. sukuna quirks a brow in his direction, waiting for him to continue. "can i show you my dance when we get home?"
"depends," sukuna says, turning and wandering a little further down the aisle. "'s it any good?"
"fushiguro-kun said it was really, really good when i showed him at school!"
sukuna clicks his tongue. "that so?"
"uh-huh!" yuuji replies cheerfully, watching as his uncle tosses a packet of candy into the shopping basket along with the rest of the junk food they'd set out on their after-hours excursion to procure. sukuna has every intention of letting the kid eat as much of it as he wants when they get back to jin's house, which he's sure would appall his older brother.
"if it sucks i'm gonna tell you," sukuna remarks pointedly, grabbing a second pack of the same gummy candy after deciding one was insufficient.
"it doesn't suck!" yuuji insists, trailing along after his uncle as they continue making their way through the store. the young man waves his hand dismissively as he fights back a smirk at the indignation in the brat's voice.
after grabbing a few more itemsâsome chocolate candies, a pint of ice cream, and pack of cigarettes (which even sukuna isn't enough of a degenerate to share with the kid)âthe two set off on the short walk back to jin's apartment with their spoils. yuuji is hopping on one foot again, trying to avoid the cracks in the pavement as they make their way home.
sukuna wishes the kid didn't have to stick so close, because he could really go for one of those cigarettes right now, but he resists the urge to fish one out from the pack and resolves to sneak out onto the balcony and smoke one when they get home and he can distract yuuji with the TV long enough to sneak away. in the pocket of his jacket, his cell phone vibrates, signifying a new text, and he digs it out to check the notification.
[new message - 8:22PM] how's babysitting duty?
sukuna smirks a little when he sees your name and message on the small screen in his palm. his eyes briefly flicker up to yuuji, who's wandered ahead a little bit, and then back to the device as he types out his reply.
'he's still alive.'
[new message - 8:23PM] a glowing endorsement
"ojiiiiiichan!"
sukuna glances up from the screen of his phone to see yuuji staring at him.
"what?" he asks his nephew flatly.
the noisy tyke cocks his head to the side. "why'd ya stop walking?"
sukuna blinks, he hadn't noticed he'd stopped while he was texting you.
"and why're you smiling like that?" the kid adds after a moment.
sukuna scowls, tightening his grip on the plastic convenience store bag in his hand in a way that makes it rustle. "'m not smiling like anything."
"you were," yuuji insists as the two start walking in the direction of home again, but this time he falls into step with his uncle instead of racing ahead. sukuna feels his curious eyes on his face as they near jin's apartment.
"stop staring at me," he snaps. "it's rude."
"papa says you're the rudest person he knows," yuuji remarks innocently, blissfully unaware of how scathing the comment really is.
"yeah, well your father's a cunâ" he catches himself before he says what he wants to say, quickly (though awkwardly) correcting himself, "âniving guy."
"what's conniving?" yuuji asks.
"it means annoying," sukuna answers with a grunt. it's not true, but that doesn't matter to him.
"jichan, were you talking to a girl on your phone back there?"
sukuna almost stumbles in his surprise, his head whipping to the side to stare at his nephew in shock. "what the hell makes you say that?"
"hell is a bad word!" yuuji points up at his uncle admonishingly.
"i'm a grown up, i'm allowed to say whatever i want," sukuna says with a roll of his eyes. "now back to the question, brat."
"papa says that you're always talking to the girls in your phone when we're eating dinner at the table. it's part of what makes you rude."
sukuna sneers. his brother's always been a narc.
"conniving," sukuna mutters under his breath.
the apartment building is in sight now, and he's grateful because that craving for a cigarette has resurfaced with renewed vigour.
"papa also says that girls don't like ojichan because ojichan makes them cry."
"your papa doesn't know what he's talking about," sukuna grunts, irritated.
"did you make the girl you were talking to back there cry?" yuuji prods again for information.
"no, i didn't," the elder of the duo counters indignantlyâweirdly indignantly, if he's being honest.
"good," yuuji says with a firm nod. he starts hopping on one foot again as the two of them approach the main entrance to the building. the lights on his sneakers dance across the pavement in the dark. "if you made her cry that would make me sad for her."
sukuna thinks about you then. you're probably at home now, waiting for him to reply to that last message he didn't get the chance to respond to. you're probably wearing those slippers you like so much, the ones he teases you about every time he comes over. probably in pyjamas already, since you tend to be early to bed. he wonders if you'll still be awake by the time jin gets home to relieve him from his childminding duties. wonders if you'll answer the phone when he calls. wonders if you'll let him come over if he asks.
"yeah," sukuna says quietly, almost unconsciously, as he pulls open the apartment door and allows his nephew to hop across the threshold ahead of him. "that'd make me sad too."
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Plsplspls gimme the eltingville club members with a rlly trashy punk reader. Like 2000s trashy but just so happens to like pink and junk plsplsplspls I think it'd honestly be so funny đđ
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JEEZ! PETE THOUGHT YOU WERE A BADDIE! He was the first one to spot you out walking on the sidewalk, looking all sexy and shit and he knew he had to take a shot. This didnât go unnoticed by the rest of his crew, and they understood why Pete went all cornball when they saw you.
You were the stuffâyou ARE the stuff! Itâs crazy how they never seen you before around her, and what were you doing in a neighborhood like this anyway? What really pieced you together was your style, you just stuck out in the most alluring way possible and they couldnât take their eyes off of you.
It took them a LONG time to get the courage to talk to you. Pete? He tried numerous times to get you to slide your number but Bill, Josh, and Jerry held him back from doing so because they didnât need him scaring you off. It was an awkward momentâŠweird. They havenât ever seen a girl like you before just prancing around. It was new for them!
Turns out, youâre a pretty cool gal! You had that vibe to you where it just had that confident punch to it. You werenât overly bitchy, you werenât loud and obnoxiousâand you werenât a âstupid femoidâ either. You had class!
Your outfits were both cool andâŠweird combos but hey! You wore them out anyway despite the contrast and how some of the patterns on the clothes didnât come togetherâyou made it come together! It was how you held yourself that kept them goingâit was pleasing to see and kinda hot too.
All this confidence would make them kinda intimidated by you because again, they never had a girl around them before and they are all useless. When you first started hanging with them, they thought that eventually youâd just turn up to be a stuck up bitch who just kept them around because you had nothing better to do or you wanted to pull a joke off them. So it was a tough couple of weeks for all of you because of that distrust and wariness.
Mall shopping was likeâŠa 24/7 thing. You were constantly upgrading your closet with the jumbo amount of clothes youâd buy and made them follow behind you while carrying all of your bags. Of course they didnât say anything (Bill may have but not for long) cause I meanâŠyouâre a baddie. And who knows when theyâll get lucky like this again?!
Other people in the neighborhood would be confusedâŠlike HELLA confused! Whatâs a girl like YOU hanging out with boys like THEM? It didnât add up right! There was like mini controversy about this cause how did they bag the baddie of the neighborhood??? Donât get me STARTED on Joeâs ass either cause he was making faces and shit wondering why you waltzed up in his shop with his most annoying ass regulars? AND comes to find out that you hanging around them? Yeah, he definitely pulled the guys aside and told them that you were probably gonna dump them on the side of the roadâhe was the one that egged on that toxic thoughts of distrust in the beginning.
You guys are just weird. Youâre a weird bunch.A VERY contrast bunch. Youâll have to get the boys in check sometimes because they can be a little TOO weird and creepy and you wouldnât stand alongside some nasty little boys who have jack off rituals. You canât STAND it when they argue either cause itâs always some petty shit and they are WAY too grown to be acting out like that and their parents arenât doing shit hardly so you gotta step in! Put them in their place GIRL!
Also, anybody who is in that 2000s style, you are lowkey a BADDIE. Idc. All the outfits eat every single time.
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kiss cam surprise - gojo satoru

word count: 2.8k warnings: none! :) summary: when (y/n) kisses shoko during a kiss cam at a baseball game, satoru gets a little ~jealous~ this is half fluff half crack tbh lol a/n: ok i don't take fic requests but someone dropped this in my ask box awhile ago and it resurfaced in my mind so... ur a lucky duck. also! if u like kiss cam fics y'all should check out kiss cam! by @naosaki <3 one of my fav megumi fics <3 ___
For being at an event that they couldnât care less about, Shoko and (y/n) had been on their best behavior for the entirety of the baseball game. Satoru and Suguru had been so excited to gift the tickets to the girls so they could join them in a fun outing, that theyâd tried their best to accept the offer graciously.
Even though neither of them had any interest in going. It was obvious when the tickets were presented to them, from the awkward smiles theyâd worn to the way their eyes shifted towards one another as if to make sure the other was thinking the same thing- why wouldnât they just go on their own?Â
Shoko and (y/n) wouldâve happily spent the day doing their own thing had Satoru and Suguru gone to the game just the two of them. Maybe some light shopping, or maybe theyâd hole up in one of their rooms and eat junk and watch romcoms all day. Either way⊠any activity would have been more entertaining to them than this.
They barely even knew the rules of the game, only cheering when the guys did, and sharing knowing looks when they tried not to laugh at just how uninterested they were.
Still, they did their best to participate. Both glad in the same colors of the cheap merch Satoru and Suguru had treated them to. (y/n) was in a jersey too big for her that hung off her body awkwardly, and Shoko wore a hat with a bill that wouldnât stop dipping over her eyes, but they didnât complain. They were very good sports for their friends, only sneaking off for a smoke break one time. They even made a few trips for snacks and drinks so that Suguru and Satoru wouldnât miss any of the games. Sure, maybe they were trying to stretch their legs and ease the ache in their butts from the uncomfortable plastic seats, but they had the right intentions!
âThis is fun, right?âÂ
When (y/n) turned to him, Satoru was beaming from ear to ear. His sunglasses were slipping down his nose due to the way his ball cap bumped into them, and his bright eyes seemed to hold even more light from his obvious joy.
She couldnât lie to him if she wanted to. It was too cute to see him this excited just from sharing the experience with his friends. Heâd had his arm draped over the back of her seat for the majority of the game, and whenever his team got the upper hand, heâd eagerly tap or shake at her shoulder to involve her in the hype. (y/n) was grateful for the que to pay closer attention to what was happening, but she did fluster and blush every time heâd touch her.
This didnât go unnoticed by Shoko, who would knowingly knock her elbow from her other side, a small smirk on her face when (y/n) would peek at her from the corner of her eye. She tried to ignore the silent teasing, but after a while it got hard with how much it was happening.
With a smile and a nod of her head, Satoruâs expression lit up even more. âYeah, Iâm actually having a really great time,â She said. It didnât matter that she was more interested in all the attention heâd been giving her than the great seats they had for the game. He didnât need to know that part. âWe should do this more oftenâ She adds before thinking.
Once again, Shokoâs elbow was bumping into hers, and this time a less-than-discreet snort could be heard. (y/n) sent her elbow back into hers in retaliation, silently scolding her for eavesdropping.
âYeah?â Satoru fixes his cap so that he can push his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose. âTickets werenât that expensive, we could go to more games this season, if you want?â He suggests.
Bullshit, she thinks with a smile telling him thatâs exactly what she was thinking. Nothing was expensive to the Gojo Satoru.
âYeah, maybeâ She says without much commitment.
Going to baseball games just the two of them? The idea had her heart soaring. Having to sit through a game that could take more than three hours was less than ideal.
Soon enough a break in the game came, the announcers hyping up the crowd with some silly chants and trivia on the big screen. (y/n) found herself slumping down into her seat, aimlessly tapping around on her phone to pass the time. She hadnât been paying enough attention to notice the change in game on the big screen, that is until there was a hand smacking at her shoulder again.
Looking up, sheâd almost expected to see the game in motion again. Satoru had only been tapping at her like that when an exciting play was in action. However this time, heâs pointing up at the screen.
She gapes when she sees that sheâs displayed on the screen. The camera has a wide angle that includes Shoko and Satoru on either side of her, the words Kiss Cam spelled out in pink cursive above them. Itâs complete with lipstick stains and sparkles for dramatic touch.
âOh my godâ She mumbles, hoping that her blush is undetectable by the camera, seeing as her face felt scorching hot from embarrassment.
The longer the camera is focused on her, the rowdier the crowd around her becomes. Eagerly chanting âKiss! Kiss! Kiss!â like a bunch of teenagers at their first house party.
Satoru is grinning so hard his face hurts. This was like a dream come true. The easiest excuse in all of history to get a kiss from the girl heâs had a crush on since he was fifteen was just presented to him on a silver platter- and the crowdâs cheering only spurred him on further.
Even Suguru is giving him a smirk and a nod of approval. Heâd heard more earfuls than most about the ins and outs of Satoruâs feelings for (y/n). Although on occasion, Shoko or Nanami were on the receiving end of his lovesick rambling.
His heart is about to burst out of his chest when he turns to (y/n). His smile is starting to hurt and for a second he realizes heâs going to have to relax to actually kiss her.
âAre you okay with-?âÂ
The question barely comes out before heâs cut short.
(y/n) had already turned away from him, swiveled in her seat to face Shoko. Itâs like heâs watching it happen in slow motion.
They both giggle at their idea, and (y/n) takes off Shokoâs hat while sheâs quickly tucking her hair behind her ears to clear her face. And then time goes back to normal and all too quickly, Satoru watches as they lean towards each other to share a kiss.
Itâs just a peck, so swift and chaste itâs over as soon as it happens. The crowd hollers and then are just as quickly getting excited over the next unsuspecting pair on camera.
(y/n) and Shoko laugh a bit more before sitting back in their seats, going back to their phones and striking up conversation about some anime theyâd been interested in. Both, or at least (y/n), completely oblivious to the offended gape on Satoruâs face.
That was totally his kiss, after all! It was his perfect moment to finally take things to the next level with his long time friend that heâd harbored a crush on.
To make matters worse, Shoko wasnât as innocent as she was pretending to be, sending a smirk his way when (y/n) was too focused on her phone. He scowled back at her. She knew about his crush! She knew he was going to go for that kiss!
With a huff, he stood up from his seat and made his way out of the stands. He needed a bottle of water, or a snack, or just some damn space away from his so-called friend that was teasing him for snatching his kiss.
Satoru leaving so suddenly finally perked (y/nâs) attention. He was gone too fast for her to call after him, but she worriedly watched him scale the steps with ease as he headed towards the hall of vendors. She locked eyes with Satoru, raising a brow in silent question.
âHeâs just being pouty,â Suguru replied casually, shrugging his shoulders before turning back towards the field. âYou wanna go after him? Be my guestâÂ
(y/n) sighed, turning the other direction towards Shoko.
âWhatâs he so pressed about?â She mutters. âWhat even happened?âÂ
Shoko rolls her eyes, a lazy grin stretching on her lips.
âI dunno,â She says in a teasingly melodic tone of voice, suggesting she knew exactly what set their friend off. âMaybe pluck up some courage and go ask him?âÂ
With another sigh of defeat, (y/n) slumped back into her seat, her thumbnail wedged between her teeth as she mulled over the idea. A nervous flutter settled in her chest, a persistent buzz of confusion and anxiety distracting her even more so from the game starting up again.
When she suddenly shot out of her seat, muttering some excuse about needing to stretch her legs before she raced up the stairs in the direction sheâd seen Satoru head off towards.
Two sets of eyes watched her as she hurried off. Suguru and Shoko locked eyes once she was out of sight, both of them snickering between themselves. It didnât exactly take an active imagination to know exactly what was coming next.Â
To her surprise, (y/n) found Satoru as soon as she left the stands. Moping around the upper part of the arena with a half-empty bag of cotton candy. She couldnât help but laugh at the sight, effectively getting herself caught by him.
âWhyâre you up here eating your feelings?â (y/n) speaks first, eyes narrowed inquisitively. Satoru scoffs as she approaches him, snatching a piece of the pink sweet right out of his hands.
âIâm not eating my feelingsâ He replies unconvincingly, digging the hole deeper as he shoves a rather large piece of cotton candy into his mouth.
(y/n) rolls her eyes, but the smile on her face is impossible to hide.
âSure,â She remarks. âYouâre totally not pouting right now. Câmon just fess up. Whatâs wrong?â
âIâm not pouting. My friend betrayed me, I think Iâm right in being upset about that?â Itâs a rhetorical question, followed by another shove of cotton candy into his mouth.
(y/n) frowns.
âBetrayed you?â She repeats. âDid I miss something? Who betrayed you?âÂ
Satoru groaned, tossing the remainder of his cotton candy into the trash dramatically. (y/n) had to resist the urge to laugh, not understanding where this whole little tantrum came from.
âShoko! Obviously! I mean she knew that that kiss was-!âÂ
He stops mid sentence, realizing where this outburst was going to lead him if he didnât relax and go back to his usual suave demeanor. (y/n) shook her head in confusion, her brows pinching together.
âWas what?â She asked, a breathless laugh escaping her. âMeaningless? A joke between friends?â She suggested. âYouâre mad about a kiss?âÂ
âOf course Iâm mad-! Well, I- I guess not mad, Iâm not mad at her,â He stammered over his words, not knowing how exactly to explain the complicated feelings.
(y/n) tried to be patient while he stammered and struggled to make himself clear. Mostly because she was partially amused by the whole thing. Satoru prided himself in being what he called a smooth-talker, and while normally sheâd laugh at him for that, it was a shock to see him behave the total opposite right in front of her.
âBut that wasnât exactly fair, I mean, she was just trying to rile me up. And- like- yeah, thatâs what we usually do, we pick on each other but that just- that just wasnât fair! That was my kiss and she knew it! And she just-âÂ
âWhat do you mean âyour kissâ?âÂ
Finally Satoru had been rendered speechless, his mouth still hanging open mid rant, jaw slacking a bit as he realized heâd gotten carried away. (y/nâs) expression almost mirrors his, her eyes wide and lips parted, even as she holds her breath and waits for him to clarify.
But heâs completely frozen in front of her.
âSatoru,â She waves her hand in front of his face, trying to bring him back to reality. âWhat did you mean âyour kissâ?â She repeats, shaking her head at him.
âI- I just⊠I meant that-âÂ
Words are spilling out of his mouth without direction, without knowing what the hell the right thing to say was. Heâd known (y/n) for two years now, and in all of that time heâd been pretty proud of the persona heâd built up to be sure that he was always the cool one, the guy she could rely on to be smooth and popular. He felt pathetic now, letting his own secrets slip and stuttering over himself like an idiot.
The corners of (y/nâs) lips twitched into a smile the longer he flustered over who-knows-what. It catches his attention when she unintentionally lets out a little laugh.
âSorry,â She apologizes right away. âSorry, Iâm not laughing at you. I just⊠are you trying to say that you wanted me to kiss you? For the cam game?âÂ
She tries not to sound so hopeful that it comes across desperate, but the mere idea that Satoru had wanted a kiss from her had her chest thrumming with butterflies.
Satoruâs throat feels dry, and suddenly her gaze feels like a spotlight. The intensity has the hair on the back of his neck standing up. He pulls the hat off his head to run a hand through his hair to relieve the heat.
âWell⊠yeah,â He admits, sounding more bashful than she ever would have thought he was capable of. Her small smile turned a little brighter, and he tried to get his voice back. âNot that I need a silly game to kiss you, obviously-âÂ
âObviouslyâ She repeats the word fondly, giving him a small nod.
âBut- s-still, the kiss cam, wouldâve been⊠funâ He admits sheepishly. She giggles, nodding her head again.
âWell, it was fun, for the record,â She teases, earning a roll of his eyes from behind his shades. She steps closer to him then, a tilt in her head as she takes in the obvious nerves written on his face. âBut if you wanted to kiss me, you couldâve just askedâÂ
âI was going to,â He argued, his hands moving about erratically. âIt's not my fault Shoko beat me to it!âÂ
She giggled at his drama, reaching out and grabbing his hands as they flew around, still laughing as he froze up again from the sudden touch.
âYou know, it didnât exactly mean anything when Shoko did it,â She suggested. âI know thereâs not any cameras⊠butâŠâÂ
Satoru raised a brow.
â(y/l/n) (y/n),â He gasped dramatically, âAre you asking me to kiss you?âÂ
Her cheeks tint pink as she bites back her smile, giving him a small nod of her head. He smiles back at her, pulling his hands out of hers and dropping his hat so he could lay them across her jaw, tilting her head upwards so he didnât have to lean down as far to reach her. Â
She doesnât wait a second longer for him, closing her eyes and leaning up on the tips of her toes so she could press her lips against his. Satoruâs quick to reciprocate, his fingers flexing against her skin, holding on as tight as he can without hurting her as he deepens the kiss right away. She has to grab him by the shoulders to keep herself balanced.
His lips are soft, and taste sugary like the cotton candy heâd been eating. Sheâd always thought heâd taste a little bit like sugar, what with how much of it he consumes. It makes her smile to know first hand.
When they break the kiss, he steals one more quick peck from her, grinning with excitement before he pulls away so he can pick up his forgotten hat from the ground.
âFeel better now?â She teases as he slings his arm around her shoulder to head back towards their seats.
âMhm,â He hums, pulling his cap over her head and smiling as it slips down her forehead. He pokes it upwards with his index finger, then pokes the tip of her nose. âBut next game I bring you to, I get the kiss cam kiss, alright?âÂ
Thereâs a gleam in her eye and a blush on her face as she leans into him, matching his steps as they head down the stairs to their seats. As shameless as ever, she canât help but tease him.
âThen sit on my left next timeâ ___
xoxo ~ jordie
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Boyfriend Carl Grimes headcanonsËËË
Synopsis: Carlâs still learning how to show he cares, but itâs all there in the way he looks at you, the things he doesnât say, the quiet moments that mean more than they should. He doesnât say much, but he means everything.
Pairings: Carl grimes x gn!reader
Warnings: None
Divider made by: @cafekitsune



†Carlâs the type to act like heâs got everything under control, but the second you smile at him for too long, he forgets how to function. Heâll just go quiet mid-sentence and blink like wait, what was I saying again?
†He hangs around you a lot without saying much. Just being near you is enough. Sometimes heâll pretend heâs not waiting for you to sit next to him, but the way his eyes light up when you do kind of gives him away.
†He tries not to make a big deal out of stuff, but he gives you little things all the time. A smooth rock. A random flower. An old comic he found under a pile of junk. âDidnât want it to go to waste,â heâll say, but you know better.
†He brushes his hand against yours on purpose and then looks away like it didnât happen. The first time you hold his hand, he doesnât say anything. Just squeezes it real gentle and doesnât let go for a while.
†You catch him staring sometimes. Not in a creepy way, just soft and thoughtful. Like heâs trying to figure you out. You ask what heâs thinking and he shrugs, says ânothing,â but his face says otherwise.
†Heâs oh so careful with you. Tugs you to the safer side of the road. Helps you climb stuff without making a big thing of it. Fixes your sleeve if itâs bunched weird. Itâs all quiet little things, but they add up.
†He doesnât say a lot when youâre upset, but he sits next to you, close enough to feel his shoulder. Heâs not great at comforting people yet, but he always shows up. Always tries.
†If you fall asleep near him, he stays completely still. Wonât even shift around. Later heâll say, âDidnât wanna wake you,â but the truth is he liked having you close and didnât want it to end.
†He keeps stuff youâve given him. Notes, a button off your old shirt, a piece of string bracelet you made. Wonât admit heâs sentimental, but you know.
†Sometimes he takes off his sheriff hat and puts it on your head without saying a word. Just gives you this tiny smile like youâre the only person heâd ever trust with it.
I really need to start writing actual stories instead of just making headcanons. Iâll write one tomorrow⊠đ
#Carl grimes#carl grimes x reader#the walking dead#Carl grimes headcanons#headcanons#Carl grimes twd#the walking dead x reader#Carl grimes fluff
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Sub.
RQ: 'Hi! I've absolutely adored your work so far! Is there a chance you're up for more gender neutral dom reader, dom/sub, bondage and punishment type beat similar to the previous with Kurt? That type of thing is so hard to come across.' - Anon RQ 2: 'i NEED more sub Kurt getting dicked down (UR BLOG IS AWESOME!! Most in character kurt EVER)' - @wheezyth3dem0n
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader (reader's junk either organic or silicone depending on your preference.)
Warnings: 18+ MDNI Smut | dom!reader/sub!kurt, light BDSM, bondage, dom/sub dynamics, some impact play, anal play/anal sex.
A/N: Haven't written nsfw in a minute, most of my focus has been on sfw stuff. But I'm a sucker for sub!Kurt. I don't see a lot of it or read many fics of it so I'm happy to contribute. These requests were from two different blogs, but were similar enough that I combined them together. Not proofread ignore mistakes. WC: 3.3k
"Ready?" You asked him softly, holding up a long silk ribbon for Kurt to see. He looked at the red silk and he nodded slowly, shifting on the bed and sitting up more to face you properly.
"Ja, I am ready..." he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He remained motionless for a brief moment, his body tense with anticipation. Then, slowly, he turned his gaze towards you, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and obedience. "How should I position myself?" he inquired, his tone laced with a hint of eagerness, clearly awaiting your guidance.
You couldn't help but let out a low, appreciative hum in response. He was always so compliant, so eager to please, constantly seeking your direction. You liked him this wayâŠso easy to mold. A familiar thrill of excitement coursed through your body, settling in the pit of your stomach. His yellow eyes, reminiscent of a cat's in the darkness, emitted a faint, ethereal glow in the dimly lit room. Those eyes, wide and filled with an innocent sweetness, looked up at you trustingly, seemingly oblivious to the intense situation that was about to unfold. The juxtaposition of his apparent naivety and the looming events sent a shiver down your spine, further heightening your anticipation.
You circled him slowly, savoring the palpable aura of submission emanating from his form. With each step, you felt your authority over him grow stronger, an intoxicating sensation that coursed through your veins. The power dynamic between you was unmistakable, and you reveled in it. He squirmed uncomfortably on the floor, his movements betraying a mix of anticipation and trepidation. As you completed your circuit, rounding to stand before him once more, his eyes flickered upwards, meeting yours for a brief, charged moment before dropping submissively.
"Now, let's see..." you mused aloud, your voice a silky purr that seemed to caress the air between you. "I think some rope will add a delightful element to our little scene. Red rope, to be precise." A slow, predatory smile curved your lips as you considered the visual. "It will look so good against that exquisite blue skin of yours, don't you think, my dear?" The words rolled off your tongue with deliberate sensuality, each syllable dripping with promise. Your tone alone was enough to elicit a reaction from Kurt, who struggled valiantly to suppress a soft, needy whine that threatened to escape his throat.
You carefully take the velveteen rope, a thoughtful purchase you made to ensure it wouldn't cause any discomfort or harm to his delicate skin, you knew how painful and uncomfortable rope burns were, especially for Kurt and his fuzzy skin. The soft, plush texture of the rope feels luxurious between your fingers as you turn towards him, your eyes meeting his with a mix of anticipation and tenderness. "Now," you say, your voice low and gentle, "I need your wrists, please."
Kurt's gaze meets yours, a flicker of trust and excitement dancing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he extends his arms, offering his wrists to you. You notice the slight twitch of his tail, nervous energy coursing through him. It's a beautiful blend of anxiety and eagerness that you recognize and appreciate during your intimate moments together.
As you begin to wrap the soft rope around his wrists, you're acutely aware of the weight of his trust in you. The responsibility of his vulnerability isn't lost on you, and you take a moment to offer a reassuring smile. "You're doing wonderfully," you murmur, your fingers working deftly yet gently with the rope. "Remember, we can stop at any time if you need to."
You understand, perhaps better than most, the profound level of trust required for these moments. It's not just about the physical act, but the emotional connection, the willingness to be completely open and exposed to another person. As you secure the final knot, you take a moment to appreciate the beauty of this trust, the depth of the connection you share with Kurt.
He raises his gaze to meet yours, his arms slowly descending to rest in front of him. You maintain a deliberate silence, allowing him the opportunity to acclimate to the sensation of the rope against his skin. Your keen eyes scan his form, searching for any subtle indications - a twitch of muscle, a flicker of expression - that might betray discomfort or unease beneath his composed exterior. However, Kurt's demeanor remains steady, his body language conveying a sense of calm acceptance.
After a moment of quiet assessment, he lifts his head once more, his eyes locking with yours. His voice, when it comes, is steady and tinged with a hint of curiosity as he poses the question, "What now?"
"Now..." you whispered, your voice a soft caress against the silence, "I want you to sit very still for me, like a good boy." Your words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promises. You held his jaw in a grip that was both gentle and firm, a delicate balance of tenderness and control. Slowly, deliberately, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you until your lips were mere millimeters from his skin. With care, you allowed them to graze over the bridge of his nose, a feather-light touch that sent electricity coursing through both of you.
The contact, brief as it was, seemed to ignite something primal within Kurt. A visible shiver ran through his body, starting from where your lips had touched and rippling outwards like waves on a pond. His tail now thrashed wildly behind him, betraying the intensity of his emotions. You watched as his throat worked, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly, clearly struggling to maintain his composure under your intense gaze and touch.
"I want you to move to the bed for me," you cooed softly, your voice a gentle caress in the quiet room. "Lay on your belly, and keep that beautiful tail of yours to the side." Your words were a tender command, filled with both authority and care. He was in a complete haze by now, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. His bright eyes, usually so alert and focused, were now foggy with desire and submission. A soft whine escaped his lips, a sound that was both vulnerable and eager.
With visible effort, he managed to get to his feet, his movements slow and deliberate as he obeyed your command. Each step towards the bed seemed to take an eternity, his body responding to your will rather than his own. He laid down on the bed, his body sinking into the soft sheets. His arms extended in front of him, creating a long, elegant line from his shoulders to his fingertips. The red rope that bound his wrists together stood out in stark contrast against his skin as you said it would, beautiful red swirls wrapping tightly yet tenderly around his indigo skin.
"That's it... I want your tail to be kept to the side at all times, understand? No exceptions, no matter what happens," you spoke authoritatively as you stood behind him, your eyes meticulously raking over his form in this vulnerable position. Your gaze lingered on the curve of his spine, the tension in his muscles, and the way his tail twitched involuntarily under your scrutiny.
"Ja..." he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper and almost caught in his throat. The single word hung in the air, laden with a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. His tail twitched again, more pronounced this time, the end curling slightly as he exerted visible effort to keep it off to the side as instructed. The thin, velvety fur along its length bristled slightly at your command.
You began with a gentle touch, your fingers delicately threading through the soft strands at the nape of his neck. With deliberate slowness, you initiated a trail of tender kisses, starting from the sensitive skin just below his ear. Your lips traced a path across the expanse of his neck, each kiss like a gentle whisper.
As your ministrations continued, you gradually moved downward, your lips exploring the contours of his body. You paused momentarily at his shoulder blades, pressing soft kisses against the taut muscles there. Then, with meticulous attention, you traced the line of his spine with your fingertip, your lips following the gentle curve of each vertebra.
Throughout your loving exploration, Kurt's reactions were a beautiful symphony to your ears, a slow building one that you would for sure hear more of shortly. Soft whines escaped his lips, intermingling with gentle moans that resonated in the quiet room. His body trembled slightly beneath your touch, clearly eager for more.
You moved down to the round of his ass and rubbed over the muscles there, sighing as you felt him relax under your touch. Gently, you spread him lightly, looking at his pretty purple hole, teasingly pulsing as it flirted with you. "As much as I'd love to just push inside, I know how much you love to play first." You stood up fully and went to your bedside table, grabbing a handful of items.
When you came back to his side, you placed the items along the bed. There was a bottle of lube amongst the toys you had, your hand found the clear bottle and you squeezed some out onto your fingers. "This will be cold," your fingers brushed his hole, making Kurt tense up at the sensation.
"Aah..." he sighed, his body shuddered, "It is...cold." There was a chuckle in his voice, a hint of shyness in it too. He was twitching slightly as your fingers slowly worked into him, the lube aiding you as your fingers gently moved in and out of him. He was tense at first, but as your fingers pumped in and out, you could feel the tight muscle begin to relax.
"Doing okay so far?" You slowly inserted a third finger into him, earning a gasp and soft moan from Kurt in response. He shivered and nodded, "Uh-huh...ja. Gut." He swallowed thickly and he pushed back against your fingers, gaining more confidence as there was no discomfort. "I'm ready for more," he rasped to you, turning enough so he could see your face.
Kurt was flushed, the German squirming with your fingers inside him, he clearly wanted more and he was getting a bit greedy. You pulled your fingers out of him, a slick pop sounded as you did so, his hole throbbed at the absence of your digits.
"Don't whine too much, I'll be filling you up in just a moment. For now...let's just put this here." At your words, Kurt felt a cold sensation on his hole again, though it was firmer than your fingers and more round. As you pushed the plug into him, he felt his ass stretch around the bulb before it settled inside. He moaned out once it was placed in him, his cock was leaking heavily with arousal and staining the sheets below him.
"Good boy, Kurt." You praised, leaning and kissing his tailbone. "I'm going to need you to slicken me up too, so get on your knees for me, baby..." your voice sounded so sweet and hypnotic in his ears, his body followed automatically. He knelt in front of you, looking up as you held your cock in your hand, slowly stroking it. "Suck...get me nice and prepared for you."
His half-lidded eyes blinked slowly at your dick, his tongue came to wet his lips before he scooted closer to you. The flick of his tail behind him showed his raised nerves, his excitement, and he carefully took you in his mouth. He had to be careful, his fangs made giving blowjobs a bit tricky, but he learned.
The first movements were slow, he gave gentle sucks with each bob of his head, taking more into his throat until he was practically deepthroating you without any visible struggle. You let out a soft moan at the raunchy display, fingers tangling in his curly hair and guiding him. "You're filthy," you managed, gently moving your hips forward as his mouth remained on you, throat open to your shallow thrusts and allowing the tip to slide past his tongue and deeper against the flesh of his throat.
He really got into it, sucking hard and eagerly, making you grunt and moan back at him, he got you nice and sloppy, the light fuzz on his face and chin were coated in his saliva as he pulled off you to breathe. "Aah..." he panted, one of his bound hands awkwardly stroking you while his hot breath kept your head warm. "I want it now." He drooled on you, swallowing thickly, his gaze needy.
"So soon? I was hoping to tease you some more baby..." You looked down and tilted your head, "But I see you're a little impatient. Alright...I'll give you what you want. On the bed again. Lay on your belly...just like that, good boy." You guided him to lay down, talking to him the whole time. His tail obediently moved to the side, that pretty muscle on the underside flexing lightly as your thumb ran up it.
"Aah...bitte..."
"Patience..." You chuckled down at him, reaching for the plug and slowly pulling it out of the tight muscle. Damn...he was still so tight. He was going to feel incredible.
You took the time to spread more lube on him just to help, and you positioned your head at his hole. You felt the muscle tightening around the tip, your breath came out sharply as you pushed inside. There was still some resistance, but overall you slid in easy. Kurt mewled feeling you enter his ass, his face deep violet as he squirmed his hips.
"Bitte, move," he whined, clearly a little impatient. You smirked and held his narrow hips, giving him a quick pop on the ass. He gasped as his tail flicked sharply, his hole clenched around you and he whimpered. "I-I said bitte!" He added, as if it were going to entice you.
"I know you did, baby...I'll move for you, you've been so good for me tonight." You praised and ran your hands up and down his back once, a slow and soothing motion before you began to move inside him, your hips pulling and pushing your cock. The thrusts were deliberate and careful, just in case there was any pain there, but you soon realized he didn't feel any discomfort so you picked up the pace.
Kurt groaned as he felt the muscles in his as stretch, it was such a delicious burn, it was dull but enough to make him feel like he was throbbing. His cock bounced, hitting his abdomen with every thrust you gave to him, the poor head inflamed and leaking heavy bits of precum, the thick beads falling to the sheets and creating a web of arousal from his fuzzy belly to his tip with each swing.
You held his hips tight as you fucked him harder and with increased vigor, knowing he was approaching his orgasm soon, you had been thrusting into him for a few minutes now and the way he tightened around your cock and cried for you told you enough. You gave his ass another light spank, earning you a delightful moan. "Does that feel good? Do you like being spanked? I would've never guessed...you're secretly a little deviant aren't you?" You teased, another spank, and another. None of them were hard, but enough to leave a little sting.
"You gonna cum baby? I feel you...you're moving a lot more, chasing that high aren't you?" You teased in his ear, leaning over him while you kept his hips still so your thrusts felt deeper inside him. You angled his body ever so slightly, finally finding that pesky spot. That sweet, electric spot that hid from you, now exposed to your head as you hit the spongy flesh every time. Kurt cried out in pleasure as you continued to stimulate his prostate, you swore you heard him begging within the choir of moans and cries he gave you. "Aa..ach! Don't stop! Bitte, bitte...! So gut..."
He couldn't hold himself back, and he let out the sweetest broken mewl as he came, his cock swollen as thick ropes of white shot from him. They coated his abdomen and chest, some on the blankets below him, a strand hit his face. He accidentally hit you with his tail as the thing thrashed around wildly, and you had to grab hold of it before he hit you again. You felt your body respond to him and you too reached your release with a sudden burst of rapid energy.
Your hips stilled and you both took deep breaths, recovering from your passions. He was spent, laying in his mess as his legs gave out from below him, no that he seemed to care at the moment. Your hands grasped his ass, spreading him as you slowly pulled out of his greedy hole, the sweet thing now slightly swollen and more purple than before. "Pretty boy...you did so good..." You praised, kissing his spine and laying beside him.
The stickiness of the bed made you cringe slightly, but you pushed that discomfort aside, your presence to him was what mattered most right now. With deliberate care, you gently reached for his arms, your fingers working meticulously to unbind the ruby rope that had held him. As you worked, you hummed softly and spoke in a tender, reassuring tone to poor, exhausted Kurt. "That's it, sweetheart... we're almost done," you cooed to calm his nerves and help him through the daze. He let out a soft, appreciative whine in response to you, the sound tugging at your heartstrings, knowing he felt completely spent.
As the last of the rope fell away, you discarded it without a second thought, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. Your attention remained wholly focused on him, your fingers returning to his skin. You began to gently massage the areas where the rope had been, your touch both comforting and therapeutic. The careful pressure of your fingertips worked to soothe any lingering discomfort and restore circulation to his arms.
He instinctively gravitated towards you, nestling himself more snugly against your side as if seeking refuge in your warmth. A deep, contented sigh escaped his lips as your gentle ministrations continued, you could feel the tension that had been coiled tightly within his body begin to dissipate, like ice melting under the tender caress of spring sunshine. His muscles gradually relaxed under your soothing touch.
"D-danke..." he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. His head shifted slightly, angling to look at you more directly. His eyes held a vulnerable softness that spoke volumes, one only you got to see after being so intimate. "Feels... wunderbar," he murmured, his German accent more pronounced in his relaxed state. "Bitte... don't stop."
"Okay...but in a minute, we need to get you to the shower..." You smiled tenderly at his behavior, observing how sleepy and dazed he appeared. His vulnerability in this moment only strengthened your resolve to care for him, a task you were more than happy to undertake. It was your responsibility and you felt joyous that he trusted you enough to allow himself to be this way with you.
You helped him settle into a more comfortable position. He responded with a drowsy nod, his body relaxing under your attentive touch. As he got comfy, you continued your ministrations, your fingers working methodically to massage his arms and the areas where the ropes had been intricately wrapped around his skin. The intricate patterns left by the ropes were still visible, you hadnât realized the complexity of the bondage, but you were pleased to note that the skin remained unbroken.
You knew you needed to get up to wash him off of all the sticky cum and sweat, but...looking down at how sweet he was curled up against you made you hesitate from moving right then. You sighed internally, playing with his curly hair and scratching his scalp.
Well...five more minutes wouldn't hurt.
Thanks for reading.
*BAMF*
Dividers by @/adornedwithlight
Cover Images: Pinterest, X-Men '97
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Can't Have One Without the Other 6
Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Bucky Barnes
Summary: your marriage is on the rocks.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â€ïž
You sit before your tablet. The screen is blanket as you twirl it around and around. It's easy when you have an assignment. On your own, you have nothing. Every ounce of inspiration is gone. Wrung out by your indifference and exhaustion.
You sigh and put the pen down. You lean your head in your hands and sigh. There's something wrong with you. A lot, actually. It's not just Bucky and whatever's going on there, it's you. Something's missing. Or broken.
You lock the screen and stick the pen to the side. You shut the light off as you leave your office and go down to the kitchen. You open the fridge and take out what you need.
After your workout, you went to that all-organic store. Then you came home and did a deep clean of the fridge, switching out all the junk for the healthier options. It kept you busy enough not to think. That seems to be the problem. Thinking.
You rinse the chickpeas and the lettuce, you cut the chicken into strips to bake. High protein, low cal. It will keep you from snacking but a double chocolate cheesecake would be better. You sigh and push away the craving.
As the chicken cooks, you stand by the oven and absorb its warmth. You zone out as you stare at the wall. You used to cook together. He even taught you how to make the water cake his mom cooked during the hard years. That was fun. It was the closest he got to talking about before.
"Hey, doll," Bucky startles you and your eyes come into focus. "How's my best gal?"
You're jarred by the brightness in his voice. More so by the colourful bunch in his hand. He wiggles the bouquet towards your face.
"Got some of that German beer," he lifts the six pack of short bottles. "The kind you like."
You accept the carnations. You look over the pink, white, and purple petals. You make yourself smile as your insides rot. What were you thinking earlier?
"I'll get a vase," you say then pause. "Thanks, honey."
You shift and pucker your lips. He cranes to kiss you and taps your ass. "That's what I'm talking about," he comments as he parts.
You turn and search for a vase. You take it out and add water and the stems. The stove opens.
"What're we having?" He asks.
"Um, I was making a chicken and chickpea salad but if you want, I can do up some rice with yours."
"Sounds good to me," he says as he shuts the door. "You know my favourite part is dessert."
You set the vase on the corner of the counter and turn it to show the most vibrant flowers. He comes up behind you and his hands settle on your hips. He inhales the scent of your hair.
"You worked out today," he mutters. He can smell the sweat. You changed your clothes but since you cleaned up, you didn't bother showering yet. You assumed he'd be late.
"Just a bit," you shrug and touch his hands.
He reluctantly lets you go as you move around him. You take down two bowls. You feel him watching.
"You know you only think those things about yourself, I don't," he leans on the counter. "I never said you were fat."
You wince, "I know, Bucky. It's not... It's my own problem. I understand."
"Hm, it's our problem, we're married," he comes closer. "You know, you're saying I'm the one not talking. You're not exactly chatty yourself."
"Sorry, I... I'm tired. I went shopping and cleaned and... probably didn't do as much as you," you look down guiltily.
"Doesn't matter. You did lots," he insists as he touches your lower back. "Again, not me saying so, is it?"
"No, guess not. Sorry." You keep your head down.
He reaches to frame your chin, his fingers stretching up your cheek. He turns your head. You meet his eyes as he smiles. It doesn't reach his eyes.
"Don't be, not for that," He squeezes and you whimper. You grab onto his wrist as panic surges in your chest. You turn to him completely. "But you should be sorry."
"Ow, Bucky, ow, what're you--" His metal fingers dig into your cheeks. He's never touched you like this. He was always a bit reticent to do so with his metal hand.
"Divorce." He growls. "Nat fucking told me." He scoffs and pens you against the counter. "It's called fucking loyalty and she's got a lot more than you do."
"What? No, I didn't... Bucky... I haven't--"
"You're not going to. We'll fix this."
You whine and slap his bicep, "you're hurting me--"
"Me hurting you?" He hisses. "You went behind my fucking back."
"No, I didn't-- argh! Get off of me," you smack him again. "Bucky, please."
"After last night, I thought we were back, baby."
"It's... I was confused. I didn't do anything--"
"You lied to me. You faked it, didn't you?"
"What?" You wheeze, head thrumming from the pressure.
"Last night, when you came for me. You were fucking lying." He snarls as his nose touches yours. "Then you went out and fucking humiliated me. Saying you're gonna leave me."
"I didn't say that--"
"I love you. You know I do. You fucking know it," he breathes.
"I know, Bucky, I love you too." You rub his chest, "but you're hurting me."
He bares his teeth and shoves you away. A hot pain sears along your cheekbones. You cradle your face as the sudden warm flow at the gash left from the vibranium plate. You gasp and look at him, shakily pulling your fingers away to see the blood. He sees it too. He heaves visibly.
"Shit," he looks at his hand, "I shoulda got that fixed--"
You press your fingers back to the cut as the iron smell of blood overwhelms you. He comes toward you and you slide along the counter.
"Doll, I didn't mean to do that--"
"Don't--" you put your other hand out. "I... I'll just clean up. Please." You barely hold back the quaver in your voice. "Please, just... take the chicken out before it burns."
You move cautiously past him, too afraid too look directly at him. He doesn't try to follow you. You rush out to the bathroom and shut the door with your foot. You turn and look in the mirror. Ow.
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Sorry to bother you, but the bodyguard post you did was just đ€€đ„°đ and I can't stop thinking about it day later
Have you ever seen Oshi no Ko? I'd love to see Bodyguard react to someone trying to do something similar as what happened to Ai.
Fans get wind their beloved idol might have feeling for her staff, so a crazed fan tracks down her private address. He plans to get revenge for "His idol cheating on him" but doesn't know there is a guard dog inside ready to bite any threat to his precious charge.
Sorry to keep ragging on about the topic, I just adore you work enough that it lives in my head rent free.
Happy holidays
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I sadly haven't seen Oshi no Ko, but your description sounds very interesting. Thank you for the idea! I've combined it with your previous suggestion, I think they work together really well. Happy Holidays to you, too! :)
Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Reader (II)
Your new manager has sent you home for the holidays after persistent rumors surrounding you and your bodyguard. And, as luck would have it, the fan responsible for the accusations successfully sneaks his way in. Sadly for him, youâve never left the watchful gaze of your loyal, mean dog.
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]
content: female reader, violence, threats, mentions of stalking
(Cover from the manga âA girl and her guard dogâ)

"Enjoy your holidays!"Â
The driver cheerfully bids you goodbye and speeds away, leaving you behind the imposing gate. You drag your luggage inside and nonchalantly toss it with an annoyed huff.
What now? You're all alone in a hollow mansion.Â
Early December you begun receiving worrying letters from a fan, making wild claims about you and your bodyguard. Naturally, you laughed it off. Your bodyguard found them equally amusing. So much, that he'd ask you to read them out loud as you rode him. "I w-won't stand for it. You know we ha-ave something special going on, (Y/N)-chan." You barely managed to form coherent sentences, feverishly clinging to the large man underneath you. "You heard the guy. Better be on your best behavior", he'd add with a chuckle, wiping the drool from your mouth.Â
The new manager, however, wasn't as relaxed about it. He couldn't risk tarnishing the reputation of his beloved cash cow, so he suggested you take a break from personal assistants until the rumors tone down. If you remained within your expensively secured house, you wouldn't need any guarding. So, he caringly prescribed a dose of homely isolation for the upcoming holidays.Â
"Don't be so dramatic", he said, "Jesus spent 40 days in the desert by himself. And he didn't have your indoor cinema or jacuzzi bathtub."
"Yeah, but he had the Devil to tempt him. Where's my bad guy?" You whined as a retort.Â
You let out another groan and throw yourself on the couch, fiddling with the remote. Kind of them to decorate everything for Christmas, you think as you eye the gigantic kitsch of a tree slapped in the middle of the living room.Â
Fuck. What an absolute waste of time. All because of one crazy fan. You almost wish he'd show his stupid face so your bodyguard could pummel it to bits and crumbles. You wonder what he's doing by himself. Is he going to be assigned to another idol? Probably not, two weeks is too short of a time for anything. You check your phone.
Suddenly, the screen lights up. A text notification.Â
"Bored?"
Heh. It's almost as if he can read your mind. You smile to yourself and type your response, stretching onto the sofa. Your little back and forth messaging goes on until you look up and notice the room has gotten darker. Already evening. You can hear your stomach growl, so you get up and drag your feet towards the kitchen, searching for takeaway fliers. If you're going to be under house arrest, the least you can afford is junk food.Â
Once you place your decadent order, you hop onto the counter and idly dangle your legs in anticipation. Your favorite off-duty guard dog has abruptly told you he needs to go and is now offline. "Something came up". What could possibly require his immediate attention? A mistress? You giggle at the idea. In all your time spent together, you haven't seen him glance at a single woman. If he must, he will engage with other people using one-word replies, visibly uninterested. You never considered him much of a talker, but his behavior with anyone else, in comparison, is downright hostile.Â
There's a rustling sound and you jolt. Was the food delivered already? It hasn't been that long. You jump off the marble countertop and freeze in place once you see the man standing in the doorway. His face is concealed with a medical mask and he's audibly panting, the hot air fogging up his glasses. You notice the knife in his hand.
"How rude of you to cheat on me so shamelessly, (Y/N) dear."
Huh? Your eyes widen in realization. Was this the crazed fan bombarding you with threatening letters? Your features twist in utter disgust, still transfixed on the weapon within his grip.Â
This little shit. Not only does he break into your home, but he decides to intimidate you with a department store kitchen utensil. Is that all you're worth? Is that any way to greet one of the top idols in this country?
You angrily pull the nearby drawer open and grab a long, sharp blade. The man tenses up and steps forward, but you stop him in his tracks, throwing the item at his feet. He stares at you, bewildered.Â
"It's a Yoshihiro Sashimi knife. More than your monthly income, most likely." You state as you leer down at him, grimace plastered on your face. "Pick it up like the animal you are."
He cannot move. Is this his beloved (Y/N)? Her pretty, innocent smile and sparkling eyes have been replaced by this hateful scowl. He feels like a cockroach about to be stepped on, a mere vermin invading her personal space. This can't be right. It's him that should be upset, he's the betrayed party. When has she gotten so...Ah. This must be the work of that bodyguard. He's always known. The way he looks at her, with a predatory glint as if marking his territory. He should've noticed earlier. Poor, sweet (Y/N), at the hands of a brute. Tears form in his eyes and he opens his mouth to speak up, but a burning blow assaults his back and everything goes black.Â
Your bodyguard casually walks in and lifts the intruder up by the nape of his neck.Â
"Are you okay? Did he touch you?"
You blush and wipe your eyelashes dramatically, releasing a gentle sob from your puckered lips.
"Touch? He almost killed me! I was so scared...I thought I was done for."
He frowns at your words.
"I'll take care of it."
You can feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach. As he drags the body out of the kitchen, you follow behind enthusiastically.Â
"Do it in the living room!" You almost squeal.
"Are you sure? It will get messy. I'm not letting this one walk out." He warns you with a worried expression.Â
"Yes, yes!" you nod, all bubbly. "Right here, next to the Christmas tree."
Once the gory spectacle is over, the bodyguard sprawls onto the sofa, exhausted. He exhales loudly and runs a hand through his hair. You are about to join him, when a thought crosses your mind.Â
"Now that I think about it, how did you know I was about to be attacked? That was some really extraordinary timing."
Out of reflex, he palms his pocket to check if his phone is still within his possession. Thankfully he hasn't left it in plain sight. You squint suspiciously.Â
"Are you spying on me or something?"
He remains quiet for a few moments and eventually lowers his head apologetically, avoiding eye contact.
"Forgive me, Miss."
When he glances up again, your small figure is looming over him.
"Wow, what a pervert you are." You push his chin up with your dainty fingers. "How will you make it up to me for such nasty habit~?"
"Is there anything you want me to do?"
"Good boy."
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sometimes, I like to imagine the brothers actually being shown as important to the governmental system in the devildom.
like, yeah we know theyâre lords and stuff, and obviously we know that a few of them have some important titles, like Levi being in charge of the navy, but like, what if they were all important??
like, I could imagine Beel being talked to about food production/harvest. maybe heâs not directly in contact with any food ofc, but I feel like heâd be the best to go to about amounts of food and maybe harvest problems, he IS an insect(I think cicada?) so I feel like heâd know a thing or two, imagine him catching an issue with the soil being used to grow a lot of the devildoms food!
And then mams playing a part in finance. which.. prolly sounds silly but hear me out:
yes, heâs in debt, clearly, however whatâs something he likes to do??? Count money!! So I could see him doing the math, counting, ect. And being able to spot if thereâs something wrong or if something should be changed, and since ofc he cares about cash it would prolly be one of the things he ACTUALLY locks in for. (even though heâs horrible at school, thereâs no way he ISNT good at math, idc whatâs canon you need math when it comes to money. Also I think it would be insanely funny if he was in a bunch of honors classes for math when heâs still in the starting course for history and junk.) ((yall can tell me how wrong this hc is however I shall not be moved!!))
and I could imagine asmo maybe handling the affairs of sucubi?? And possibly other creatures that travel to and from the human realm for⊠yk those purposes. He could probably have some part in giving certain people permission to travel up, and possibly travel to the human realm in general! Like if you have any reason at all to go up there you gotta run it past him first.
now with s8n⊠hear me out. he keeps track of history, he reads documents that are to be published in devildom history books, and he will make SURE only facts will be included, no opinions or rumors or lies. And if he catches something at all either in a WIP document or something thatâs already been published, you know it WILL be changed because no one wants to face his wrath.
And ect. Ect. And yk, theyâre probably actually respected throughout the devildom. Even if some citizens donât like them for being angels, thereâs no way you WOULDNT pretend to have respect(and maybe a bit of fear) for the people who are basically besties with the future king. Yk? Honestly, I DO love the whole school thing, itâs a familiar trope and it gives more room for things to happen, but you CANT give people titles and statusâs like them and NOT utilize it???
also I wanted to add belphie⊠but I couldnât think of anything for him that heâd actually be willing to do?? The only thing I could think of for him would be like.. similar to asmo? Like he handles hauntings? Since thereâs a large amount of demons that do their work via dreams and during the night. So heâs kind of like an HR..? But like.. DR instead? But I really donât think heâd gaf about any of that, since yk.. he still kinda hates humans so why would he care if a bunch of demons were haunting&killing them??
Maybe he has an important job, but poor Luci just has to always do it for him since belphie canât stay awake to save his life.
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Their Guilty Pleasures
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COD Men Headcanons
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König

Junk food
Cheats on his diet about every week
He canât help it
âKönig I bought some donuts!!â His s/o calls from downstairs, you should have seen the way his head jolted up when hearing donuts
âYou did?â He came downstairs acting nonchalant but he knows heâs going to devour those donuts in one sitting
âYep,â his partner have him a soft smile
Around midnight König ended up getting the biggest sweet tooth craving heâs ever had and those donuts were calling his name
He gets out of bed makes his way downstairs and opens the box of glazed donuts
âScheiĂ (shit),â he mumbles when grabbing one and sitting at the counter
Next morning his partner had woken up to no König in bed. They werenât confused cause he had a tendency to get up before them
They make their way downstairs to the kitchen and saw their husband passed out at the kitchen counter the box of donuts open, one half eaten and on the counter.
âKĂNIG!!â
He jolts up to only realize what he did
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Ghost

Harry Potter
When he was a little bot him and his brother watched it all the time to distract themselves
At a point he thought Magic was real and that maybe Hogwarts was real and he was just waiting for that letter to come to the mailbox
Literally when I tell you this man sat by the mailbox at one point waiting for it, he then started to look at his window for an owl to come
He even at a point had a Gryffindor robe that he wore whenever he could get the chance to
It was still hard for him to make friends even as someone who liked Harry Potter when it was very popular, he still felt like he couldn't relate to the kids at his school
When getting older and becoming less and less involve with the Military he started to settle back into his old ways where Harry Potter was comforting to watch
"Harry Potter?" He s/o says coming into the living room and sitting next to him. "You didn't strike me as someone who likes Harry Potter."
"You must not really know me then." He chuckles. "Tommy and I use to watch it all the time...I just haven't seen the movies in such a long time."
"Could I watch with you?"
"You don't need to ask me that, love, of course you can."
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Price

Legos
Price loves them, he gets addicted to them from his kids
He loves seeing the build he could make, your wedding anniversary, you ended up getting lego flowers, you loved them obviously
He has spent so much money on them, he couldn't give you a price on the amount he has spent
"John, what are you doing?"
"Oh, I bought the Hobbit Tower, and I'm working on it."
Man has too much time on his hands when he isn't working
"The sinks broken."
"I'm almost done with this build, I'll do it in a little bit."
"The heater stopped."
"I'll fix it later."
"Can you change my oil?"
"Maybe-hey do you see this piece anywhere?"
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Soap

Stuffed Animals
I think it might be a trauma thing, you don't question it, I mean why would you? You have stuffed animals on your bed, you can't get weirded out with a grown man like Soap having stuffed animal sitting on a shelf somewhere in your shared bedroom
Anywhere he goes he has to buy a stuffed animal like a souvenir
He's in Argentina? He's buying a stuffed Gecko
Germany? A stuffed goat
Australia? A stuffed kangaroo
He just needs one
If he has kids, most on his old stuffed animals that he grew up with will go to them as a comfort or security item.
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Alejandro

True Crime
The man like true crime documents
He'll even listen to podcasts or even youtube videos when he's doing chores around the house
He understand now why women like to watch true crime documents at night, it's thrilling
"MI AMOR! LET'S WATCH THE NEW NETFLIX DOC!!" He yells from the living room.
"OKAY! HANG ON!" his partner yells back form the kitchen, coming to the living room with a plate of their dinner.
He turned Netflix on and put it on the new doc, that everyone has been freaking out about on social media
"I KNEW IT WAS HIM! You can just tell it was, from how he was acting, and his sad excuse of an alibi." He says.
"No, yeah, my mistake for thinking he was a good guy."
"Did they say knife or gun?"
"Rope."
"HIS FINGERPRINTS MATCHED AND THEY WERE JUST-pft nah, can't be him."
He gets a little bit too into it, but who doesn't?
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Gaz

Anime
He loves it
His favorite ones are Fairy Tail, Ponyo, Akira, One Piece and Jujutsu Kaisen, Kaiju No. 8, and Attack on Titan
Does he have anime merch? Yes, yes he does-OFFICAL anima merch none of that off-brand Amazon shit
Jujutsu Kaisen is probably is all time favorite, Gojo and Yuuji are probably his favorite characters.
He's watched anime on his phone when he's on break
He's gone to cons before and cosplayed. His favorite cosplay he's done is Denji from Chainsaw Man
Him and his s/o have gone to cons together and dressed up as Yor and Loid, and did as much couple anime cosplays as they could
If it was up to Gaz he'd probably dress in more anime stuff, but he's on the clock right now, no, sort of anime gear on him at the moment
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Alex

Garlic Bread
It's...every...restaurant...
"Do you have garlic bread?"
"Can we get a basket of garlic bread?"
"I'm on my cheat day, and could I get some garlic bread?"
"Garlic bread." He says with a big smile on his face.
His s/o has joked with about him becoming a garlic bread, and if so, they'll eat him right up
"You don't think you have a problem?" They asked.
"What? Garlic bread? It's just a light snack."
"You're gonna become one soon."
"Then that's great, I'll die as a happy piece of garlic bread." He smiled. "Are you mad that I eat more then I eat you?"
"Oh you ass-"
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Barrage

Video Games
NERD! I'm kidding
He loves to relax and play video games
Got back into it when his Military friends asked him to join them on a game, but he couldn't, so he bought a PC, and Xbox and PlayStation and now he's fucking addicted to them
Of course if you do ask him for him around the house, he'll pause whatever he's doing and come and help you.
"Cal! I need you to get something off the shelf for me!"
"Okay! Hang on guys, my partner needs me real quick."
He had made his office into a 12 year old boys dream, LED lights everywhere, a big 50 in flat screen TV hanging on the wall with both Xbox and PlayStation hooked up to it, and in the corner was his L desk with his almost $3,000 PC with a shit tone of games downloaded to it
His favorite games posters hung up on the wall, almost art gallery with a white light shining on them to show it off even more
Is he loud when he dies...yes.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I'VE DIED LIKE 6 FUCKING TIMES IN A ROW, HOW THE FUCK DO I GET AROUND THIS BIG BITCH!!?"
He's talked about Streaming and making more money on the side, which his partner was fine with it as long as he doesn't get weird with his chat.
An ongoing joke in chat his partner doesn't know is if he is playing a game and there's a sexy person popping up on screen his chat just say 'pretend', 'pretend it's Y/n' because he was playing Resident Evil 8 and he was gushing over the 8 foot tall vampire lady with the big boobs and he just kept saying pretend.
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Keegan

Books
Got into reading in his free time because of his s/o
He likes it, he use to hate books because he didn't get it, but now he loves them, he understand using your imagination for when it comes to reading
He's more into Sc-fi and Mystery, while his s/o likes romance and fantasy
One book he got into was a suggestion from a girl on BookTok, yeah, he's on BookTok, has no idea how he got there but loves the book suggestions
He likes series books
Takes a book with him if he's gone at work, will have it on his lap while being in the carrier plane, in a hummer, hunkered down for the night, he'll turn on his soft book light, so he doesn't disturb his co-workers and reads under his sheets
He's hardly on his phone anymore, he has counted before how long he was on his phone before going to go grab a book and read that instead...2 hours...and then on it probably once or thrice every week
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Nikto

Technology
He likes fixing technology that no one else may know how to fix
He sat on the bus going home one day when an elderly man was having trouble reading some texts on his phone, so, Nikto helped him by adjusting the text, which was a simple fix but it almost seemed like a new thing now
Your screen is broke? Nikto will fix it, no charge
Camera acting funny? He's got you covered
Charging port seems to be not holding the charger? Something was blocking it but Nikto fixed it
He then made it a small business of just himself, not charging anyone for their technology issue(s) everyone has one
Nikto has even gone back to work, everyone now know about Nikto being able to fix technology, if their phones get clogged with sand Nikto's got them covered, it fell in the water, rice (apparently some did not know that)
#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod x reader#fandom#fanfic#call of duty#mw2#cod#ghost cod#konig call of duty#captain price cod#soap mactavish#alejandro mw2#alex keller cod#gaz cod#barrage cod#mwii nikto#call of duty keegan
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hey maggieđ I know this is for exes to lovers but any spin of this for tsou/lih luke: âyou really thought i wouldnât remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.â
â©â§âË bratbarzal's valentines event!Ëââ§â©
âyou really thought i wouldnât remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.â with our boy!!!! LIH/TSOU!LUKE!!! this probably fits in the timeline of tsou part two - and I feel like the vibes of this are gift giving, but because there's technically two gift giving scenes coming up, I did something a little different/cute for this!! again I switched up the phrasing of it a little to match their vibe but I hope you like it Hannah ily!!



Luke: hungry?
You: starving
Luke: I'll pick you up
Hanging out with Luke has all of a sudden become as easy as that - throwing on an old hoodie and running out to his car when it drives by your sorority, never thinking you'd be so grateful that he chose to spend his break back in Michigan instead of taking an actual, much needed, vacation.
You'd chirped him at first, calling him crazy for picking this place over somewhere sunny and warm, but as he drives over to the mall, your passenger seat heated so that you're all cozy, and the all too familiar scenery blurring through your window, you're grateful he has such an attachment to the area.
Especially after the week you've had - you just need a moment to be away from everything and everyone.
"I'm gonna run in, do you want me to leave the heat on?" he asks as he unbuckles his belt, twisting over to you as he grabs his wallet from the tray below the console.
You nod, a shy smile offered in return of the one he gives to you.
"I'll be 10 minutes, max, I'm gonna leave my keys, lock the door behind me," he tells you, flicking at your nose affectionately as he adds, "No joyrides."
You roll your eyes and swat at his hand before watching him retreat - watching all the way until he disappears into the mall, glancing back at you as he turns the final corner, and busying yourself with your phone until he taps on your window maybe ten minutes later, scaring the living crap out of you.
"Jesus," you huff, reaching over to unlock the doors, opening the one on your side so you can take the bag precariously hung over his fingertips while he balances a drinks holder in his hand. You check in the bag as he rounds the front of the car, noticing a few different things from different places, smiling to yourself as you realise he's picked up your favourite things.
You wonder if he has developed a sixth sense for when you're a little down, or a little quieter than usual, or if this is just what he does, regardless. Texts you out of the blue, picks you up from your house, drives you across town to the mall with the food court and hops around until he has everything to make you happy again.
Either way, you're grateful.
Luke shuffles into his seat before he puts the drinks down in the middle of the two of you, and you glance down. Two large diet cokes and something little lodged between them.
"You got me a milkshake too?" You gasp, taking the smaller cup from his hold and looking inside.
"Yeah, 'cause you like to dip your fries like a freak."
"You remembered?" You pull out said fries, grabbing one to eat as you watch him shudder dramatically.
"Stuff like that is pretty hard to forget," he steals one of your fries and throws it into his mouth. "I got your order perfect, give me a little credit, here," he adds around it, eyes meeting yours as you smile over at him.
It's been a while since you've done this - sat in the front seat of his car, a tray of food between the two of you and no other plans. It used to be your thing sometimes, when he'd pick you up from the club in the summer, taking a detour to a drive thru and eating junk food, just the two of you, away from the judgement of his more-regimented older brothers. It helped when you got back to the house, and the rest of the guys had worked through most of whatever Quinn might have cooked up, and you were left with scraps.
You still wonder how none of them ever clocked onto how you and Luke were both miraculously not that hungry at the same time - Luke especially, who pretty much eats his family out of house and home on any given day of the week. But maybe you pay more attention to him than most people.
When you think back on it, compared to how the two of you have been over the last few months - you realise how surface-level your relationship might have been back then. Yeah, you told Luke more than you told most people about yourself - about your family, your life, your job, or whatever - but it was nothing compared to how things have been since the two of you seriously became friends.
The two of you talk every day - about school, about hockey, about how you're feeling, about how he's coping - and it feels a lot more even, this time, like there's a balance there.
The thought brings a soft smile to your face as you reach into the bag and pull out your sub, a wave of appreciation washing over you at all the effort he put into getting all the things you like.
"The boy did good," you tell him, meeting his eye again to give him an assured grin as you unwrapped your sandwich, "Are we going halves?"
"Of course we're going halves," he playfully rolls his eyes, taking the half that you offer him and switching half of his sub back over - part chicken caesar and part turkey and ham. "It doesn't taste right when I get it on my own, anymore."
"I know," you laugh, holding it out for him to cheers before you can start eating. "I don't think I've had one since the last time we got it together." You take a bite of yours, covering your mouth as you chew and notice him watching you, amusement flashing in his eyes, a similar smile to your own stretching at his lips before he takes his own bite, humming and nodding in approval at the taste.
"'S'good," he mumbles around his mouthful, and you snort around your own, reaching for your coke to wash it down.
"It's the best," you correct him, fighting the temptation to reach out and swipe your thumb against the corner of his lip, wiping away the smudge of sauce left behind.
#luke hughes#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes blurb#luke hughes imagine#đ.valentinesevent#.ve#*writing#ugh these two!!!! so mfing cute!!!!#the ending seems abrupt but I could honestly go on forever if I don't stop#this is barely valentines themed hahahaha#but you'll see why in part two#đ.lih#đ.tsou#đ.tsou
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I cannot emphasize to you enough that the sonic movies are unreasonably good. they do not follow the formula of being a cash grab that so many other big name franchise movies do.
Yeah there is cheap humor in it sometimes but itâs a kidsâ movie, also sonic as a character has always been saying cheap corny stuff and not only that, but every single time there is a gag or a joke it is played completely straight. Itâs never out of character, particularly sonicâs lines. I keep thinking about how theyâve made it clear that part of his joking and banter is out of insecurity, a âhahahah i need to talk to diffuse this situationâ type of thing. iâm particularly thinking of the âhaha who does your highlightsâ thing in the current movie. Shadow rightfully responds to this like â???? what the fuck dude??â because itâs treated not just as A JOKE but an actual, motivated part of the dialogue that the other characters respond to.
Honestly the person who has the most jarring gags is Robotnik but even then it works for his character because heâs just.. that unhinged. There is a full, sudden 4th-wall break in sonic 3 and i almost didnât care because if anyone was gonna do it, it would be him. It was kind of a funny âiâm at a movie premiereâ moment so it worked in the theatre, but i wonder how it will be received and age for people watching at home. But EVEN THEN, these out-of-sequence moments are so rare, and what they do is add to the tone of the movie, which takes itself seriously, but also reminds us to not take it too seriously. They walk this beautiful delicate balance of being a serious movie fully invested in its own stakes and circumstances while also being movie actualizations of cartoon characters. It centrally hinges on the principle that in order for any humor to work in a performance, the actors (and the story) must still be motivated and fully invested as if everything around them is a real circumstance. All three of the sonic movies have mastered this as an art.
Every single actor puts so much thought and love into their character, and the writing does not assume people will like it âjust because.â It is so clear that story is the priority rather than ticket sales, and so they end up creating beautiful moments that serve the characters arcs as a piece of art and storytelling rather than just whatâs gonna sell. There are literary devices in these things man. Sometimes theyâre a little overemphasized, but again. Kids movie. And the thing is, these moments are woven into the parts that do sell. Itâs genuinely phenomenal. Itâs like a masterclass on good storytelling.
The sonic movies are one of the few rare âother mediaâ movies that do not cop out just because theyâre kids movies. That do not cop out just because they already have an invested fanbase who would come anyway. They are a testament to what happens when everyone on the team from the top down cares about the story and the characters. When they let people who are genuine fans of the content work on it. The movies abound with niche and subtle fan references (even memes!) but you blink and miss them. Theyâre never distracting and again, never played for JUST being a gag or a reference.
What Iâm saying is I came into all three Sonic movies as an already established fan who would see junk anyway, preparing to be disappointed, and got ART instead??????? And theyâre still putting out bangers three (hopefully four! AND a spinoff!) movies in??????
#sonic 3#sonic the hedgehog#sonic movie 3#everyone say thank you jeff fowler#we gave the man who let shadow say swear words millions and millions of dollars to work with#and this was the result: art
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