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to build a home | chapter fifteen

Pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

Genre: strangers to lovers. angst. fluff. smut.

Word count: 12.2k

Warnings: oof. let me keep it brief so i don’t spoil too much! it’s angsty. a looooong walk down memory lane. reminiscing. its kinda sad. but lucy’s holds oc through it all! bathroom quickie lol. unprotected sex (do better ok). a lil choking. a lil spanking. jk being an ass man!!!!! team mingyus u get to see ur boy!!! big gasp towards the end.

Author’s note: oh, boy! what have i DONE? lol. i’m not gonna say much. only that i love y’all with all my heart and i truly cannot wait to book club the fuck out of this chappie. sending x’s & o’s your way, always!!!!! <33333

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Chapter Fifteen

In the forty minutes you sleep, you manage to dream. It’s soft, tender and blue. It’s the ocean and Jungkook’s face, the sand on your toes, on your hands, falling from your fingers and getting caught in the wind, some landing on your face. He calls your name, beckoning you over, smile inviting as he walks backwards into the vastness of the sea. You smile, on your feet in no time before you’re running towards him, feet splashing salty water all over as you join him. You’re in his arms the second you’re close enough to him, legs wrapped around his waist as he lets his body fall into the water, deep, blue, your body never letting go of his.

Your eyes open gently, head on his chest in the same position you’d fallen asleep in. Soori’s babbles coming from the baby monitor sound muffled as you incorporate yourself back into consciousness. Jungkook’s body is warm against the palm of your hand, breath steady as his chest rises and falls. You look up at him, not ready to leave his side, not ready to do what your brain demands of you the moment you start slipping into wakefulness. You close your eyes, snuggle your head in his chest once more, arm wrapping around him as you pull him closer to you ever so gently. He reciprocates your actions in his sleep, arm wrapping tighter around you as his head sinks further into the pillows. Soori’s not crying, you could probably stay like this for twenty more minutes, wrapped in his arms, closing your eyes and letting your mind and body be consumed with him so you don’t have to think. To really think.

But you know it’s no use. You know that it’s over, whether you grant yourself the thirty minutes or not. It makes your heart ache, too weak to feel anger anymore. Too weak to even protest and try to put up a fight. You feel tears well up in the corner of yours eyes, and if you let them fall now, they won’t be able to stop. You pull away from him, your movements gentle as to not wake him up. You feel the bed move, making you stop in your tracks and glancing back to make sure he’s not awake. He simply lays on his side, snuggling himself into a pillow, his breathing letting you know that he’s still in deep sleep. You let yourself look at him, taking in his face, his body. He’s so beautiful it hurts. He’s so beautiful your heart begins to regain its strength some, becoming aware of him, swimming through the mud, about to beg you to keep going. But your brain is faster as you close your eyes, turning around and heading for the door. God, it hurts. It hurts to wake up, it hurts to walk. It hurts to feel him all over your body, the traces of the night you just shared still taking over your senses. His smell, his touch, the exhaustion that takes over you that borders as sweet because your body remains in that fucked out bliss only he knows how to put you in.

The most reasonable part of you begs you to be strong.

The most tender part of you begs you to turn back around.

You leave his room.

You’re basically on your tiptoes, closing the door behind you gently, abstaining from making any noise. You think you manage pretty well, chanting victory a little too soon as you turn around and pretty much jump in place, hand coming to your mouth as you let out a yelp at the sight of Lucy standing in the hallway.

“Good morning,” she says, jutting her hip out and tapping her feet on the ground as she crosses her arms in front of her body.

“You scared the living shit out of me,” you whisper yell at her.

“Of course I did, because you just got caught.”

You sigh, admitting defeat. “Come get Soori with me. She’s awake.”

“Will you explain?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” she says, opening the door to your room. “Put some pants on first. And panties.”

“Shit,” you say, looking back at Jungkook’s room.

“No use now. He’s got himself a souvenir.”

“Don’t be witty right now,” you tell her, rummaging through your bags to find a pair of pants. And panties.

“___, you were bawling your eyes out last night. I was literally scared you’d put yourself through dehydration or something. So imagine my surprise when Jimin wakes me up in the middle of the night to tell me that it sounded like someone was doing construction work inside of Jungkook’s room.”

You bring your hand to your mouth, eyes widening in surprise at her words. “Oh my God.”

“Relax. He went to get a glass of water, we couldn’t hear anything. I’m sure nobody did.”

“Thank God,” you sigh.

“That is not the point. What is going on, ___?”

“It’s a long story,” she’s about to protest, “I’ll tell you over breakfast. Let’s get Soori first, though.”

She lets out a sigh of relief. “Let’s.”

And so you begin the recount of events.

As you get Soori out of bed, you begin to tell her about that night, omitting any explicit details, of course. You tell her how you told him you loved him, tell her about his silence, about the way you dismissed your words in fear he wouldn’t reciprocate them. She passes you one of Soori’s sundresses, a cute black and white polka dotted one.

“And what happened then?” She asks, rummaging through the suitcase Jungkook had packed for her and looking for a bow to match.

“He didn’t say it back.”

“Oh,” she says, face falling even though she knew that much would be true.

“Yeah. I guess at first I was just trying for it not to… hurt as much as it did. Sunday was nice, we spent the whole day by the pool with Soo. I don’t know. It almost made me feel like I could live with it, you know? With the fact that he hadn’t said it back.”

“Yeah, I get you. We like to tell ourselves lies to keep our feelings at bay. It’s a woman thing.”

The three of you sit on the floor, Soori in the middle as you brush her hair and get to work on her little pigtails whilst Lucy plays with her, helping her stack her pink wooden cubes on top of one another. You tell her about your rollercoaster of emotions, going through a failed attempt at suppressing your feelings, then the feminine rage all the way to the sadness plummeting so hard through you it made you restless.

“I should’ve known. Nobody sings Good Luck, Babe by Chappell Roan like that for no reason.”

You laugh, albeit weakly. “Don’t feel bad. I knew that the moment I told you, it’d be real.”

“No, I get that. But I just can’t believe that you went through all of this by yourself. I wish I could’ve… been there.”

You put a hand on top of hers, Soori following in your steps as she puts her chubby hand on top of yours, making the both of you laugh. Lucy looks at Soori, then back at you, concern lacing her features as she asks,

“Then what happened?”

You make your way down the stairs, Soori on your hip as she babbles sweet nothings to her giraffe and Lucy follows suit. You tell her about the book you’d found in Jungkook’s living room, the one filled with pictures of him and Ira.

“God, they were really in love, weren’t they?”

“Yeah. Seems like it.”

“What on Earth happened?” Lucy asks, making her way into the kitchen, reaching down to pick Soori’s giraffe up that she’d dropped, smiling at her as she places it back in her hands.

“That’s the thing, I don’t know. I have no clue about what could’ve possibly driven her to…,” you halt your words, not wanting to finish the sentence in front of Soori, as oblivious as she was right now as you sat her down on her high chair.

“Jimin has said things to me,” she starts, her words a bit weak. “I mean, nothing much. Or too specific. But he told me Jungkook tried. He told me he really tried. He was a good partner to her… just like he’s a good dad to Soori.”

“You know, it’s funny. I never once for a second thought he wasn’t.”

“I did. I mean- you know him better than I do. And it all sounded so complex to me I thought that maybe he’d driven her away. But Jimin- he talks about Ira with so much spite. Almost hatred. And they used to be close. I mean, she’s in a picture frame at his parents’ house, for God’s sake! He made them remove it, of course, but-” you take her words in, looking into her eyes. “I don’t know. He tried and she left. That’s all I’ve gathered from what he’s said.”

“Yeah. I guess the picture book really made me realize that… they’d loved each other. Very much.”

“What happened then?”

You look at her, a bit of shame lacing your features. You look at the kitchen counter, remembering that night.

“Well,” you start and your tone of voice gives you away.

“Oh, brother.”

You tell her about that night, in code, of course. Tell her about how it’d been a weak moment for you, how the little altercation you’d had before had set the mood for the tension to be released in one way or the other. And well, you were only human. A bit weak at times. You also tell her how it made you feel even sadder, though. How having him physically but not emotionally was really beginning to take a toll on you the more you pondered on your situation. You both get started with breakfast, cutting Soori’s fruit and putting some on her high chair before you get to frying eggs, mashing avocados, toasting bread, making coffee. You tell her about your sad girl hours, well into the night.

“I’ve stalked all of Jimin’s exes on Instagram. It was pure torture. I can’t imagine having so much access to her on Google. I think it would send me spiraling,” she says, passing you the spatula.

“Oh, it did. The worst part is that I couldn’t hate her. I mean, there she was, on my phone screen, looking perfect with her sweet, low voice, saying all the right things. How can I hate her?” You flip your egg.

“I’ve heard a lot of those things are fabricated, though.”

“I don’t know, Lu. The way Mai and Taehyung talk about her in that book… it was all adding up.”

She sighs, taking a sip of her latte, passing a tiny square of avocado toast to Soori that she’d cut up. She takes it, smiling at her, making her swoon. She gets your attachment to her now. She’s so sweet.

You decide to take breakfast to the garden, the morning serene before you, sky settling into darker shades of Blue. The waves of the ocean can be heard from where you stand and the air feels fresh, clean. You tell her about Jungkook closing his deal, about the night you’d called her in a desperate bout, asking her what to wear. You tell her about Lily. She understands, doesn’t judge when you tell her how jealous you’d felt, how it’d made your blood boil as she threw innuendos at him.

“Oh, I would’ve-,” she looks over at Soori, who blows a raspberry before shoving a piece of egg right into her mouth. “She would’ve heard a number from me, certainly.”

“What can I say, though? Yeah, Lily. Don’t flirt with my- my boss! Who I have romantic feelings for because he talks to me so very sweetly and he,” you look down at Soori. “He is really good at… frolicking me.”

She lets out a loud laugh, hand covering her mouth as she’s mid bite. “Fair enough. Ugh!”

You laugh a little, too. Your heart finding respite in your best friend. “I know. So annoying.”

“I mean, he is quite handsome, ___.”

“Yeah. I never wanted to get a paper bag over his head more.”

She chuckles at your words, shaking her head before she’s sighing for what feels like the millionth time today. “Then what happened?”

You look up at her, bringing your iced coffee to your lips and taking a sip.

“We frolicked.”

“___! What is it with this vicious cycle you’re in?”

“I don’t know! It just keeps happening! In my defense, he just… frolicked me with his-,” you point at your tongue. “That’s all we did.”

“That is not the feminist act you think it is.”

You chuckle. “Trust me, I know.”

“But then again, I can’t blame you.”

“You should.”

“I would never.”

You smile at her. It’s almost funny, the way your chest feels a little lighter, the way you can laugh through it all, even as you walk down memory lane on some of the saddest days of your life. Lucy was magic.

“I was emotionally hungover the next day. All I could think about was how I was standing under Ira’s shadow. How maybe… I don’t know, he’d never be able to love me the way he loved her.”

“I get that. I mean, those are some big shoes to fill. And it has nothing to do with you. It’s more so all the years they spent together, everything they went through, you know,” she nods in Soori’s direction, “the whole ass child they had together.”

“Yeah,” you sigh.

“So… what exactly happened yesterday? You were in pretty bad shape.”

You tell her about Mingyu. About what Jungkook said to you. She flinches, eyes squinting as she viscerally reacts to his low blow.

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. Ouch.”

“So much to unpack here.”

“Good luck trying.”

“I mean, he was jealous. Dare I say, he is jealous. And I mean, I can almost understand him. Not saying you did anything wrong, but he did walk inside his kitchen and there you were, drinking peppermint tea with his friend, wearing his navy blue Ralph Lauren sweater!”

“It was bad judgment on my part, I can admit. But also, I didn’t mean for it to mean anything. I was just… cold. And dumb.”

“You are not dumb. He’s dumb! Because if he would’ve been aware of you, if he got his head of out his ass then he would’ve been the one drinking peppermint tea with you and you would’ve been wearing his navy blue Ralph Lauren sweater. I bet you they have the same one.”

Her words make you laugh. “His words sure did sting, though.”

“Duh, no wonder. He was a bit brutal.”

“Like, does he really think I would do something like that?”

“And what if you did? I mean, ethically speaking, flirting with your boss’ friend is wrong. But, flirting with… a guy. At a BBQ? What’s wrong with that!”

“He’s his friend, Lucy.”

“And that’s what he gets for not making it exclusive and going back and forth with his little boy feelings! Playing with yours in the process!”

“It’s more complicated than that,” you defend.

“___,” she huffs, taking your hand in hers and looking into your eyes. “You are in a situationship.”

“Oh, God,” you gasp.

“With a grown ass man. A twenty eight year old male Paris Hilton.” You store that remark for when you need a laugh in the future, right now you’re too busy digesting her words. “Who also happens to be your boss. The person that puts food in your plate.”

“I know!”

“Yeah!”

“God!”

“Christ, even!”

“Fuck.” you whisper.

“I take it you guys didn’t really talk about what happened last night, you just got to… frolicking?”

“Yeah.” You lower your head in shame. “I just- I told myself that it was going to be the last time. That I’d confront him today- well, confront is a big word. I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to make this any harder than it already is. Plus, I have to think about Soori. I can’t leave her. We’re just gonna have to learn how to be civil about all of this.”

“So you’re breaking up with him?” She sounds surprised. You frown.

“Breaking up is a big word for Elmo. We are not together.”

She decides to store your remark for a future laugh, she’s too busy digesting your words right now. “Just like that?”

“Just like what, Lu? I mean, what else is there? I- I pour my heart out to him. I tell him I love him. I give him all the time in the world for him to say it back. Say anything back! And nothing. He doesn’t love me. And it’s hurting me, Lucy. It’s hurting me so bad. The uncertainty, the hiding, the back and forth. I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

Lucy takes it all in. Sees the pain in your eyes, hears the desperation in your words. She feels it, too. Not just because she’s your best friend, and truly, genuinely believes you guys are connected through celestial magic, but also because she knew the feeling a little too well. The heart ache, the restless feeling that takes over you when love isn’t reciprocated, the anxiety of it all. She knows what it feels like to be so close to giving up.

“You’re right,” she says. “You’re right, ___. You don’t deserve any of it. You don’t deserve having to sit through the uncertainty, you don’t deserve to be with someone that keeps you a secret. You don’t deserve to feel any of what you’ve felt in these past couple of weeks.” Her saying the words back to you hurt more than you uttering them, and it makes you realize that you were perhaps hoping she’d say the opposite. “It must’ve been horrible – to bare your heart out to him like that and not hearing it back. It must’ve been horrible to have to see him every day. For him to be completely oblivious towards your feelings.”

“Yeah.” Your words are faint, barely there.

Matter of fact, Lucy knows what it’s like to give up entirely. To completely submit yourself to what you so strongly believe is fate. She thinks of Jimin, a smile forming at her lips like muscle memory at the mere thought of him. She thinks of how deflated her heart felt the day she met him, how her pillow had been silent witness to her tears just the night before after she’d longingly stared at her computer screen, some love story making her crave what she thought could only be found in movies and fairy tales. She’d given up, yes. She’d sworn off men, had encouraged herself to be a little more realistic. To use her logic when it came to romance.

Jimin had dismantled all of that with only five words.

“Hi. I’m Jimin, and you?”

“But I don’t think you’ve tried hard enough.” Her words make you flinch, looking at her with confusion, feeling a little defensive from the get go. “Listen to me. Yes, you did the big, brave thing. You told him you loved him, you sat through the dismissal his words provoked, you cried all the tears and sang along to all the sad songs in the world. You probably watched Pride and Prejudice a couple of times, too.” It frightens you a little, how she knows you so well. “And that’s all valid. And honestly, fuck him for making you feel like that. I hope he steps on a lego, like, every day for the rest of his life. But also,” she pauses for a bit, leaning closer to you. “You didn’t talk to him. You didn’t tell him any of this that you’re telling me. Yes, he’s oblivious, but your silence basically encouraged it. Yes, he’s dense but you didn’t open up to him enough so as to know if it’s coming out of malice. Which, frankly, I don’t believe. As much as he is not on my good graces right now,” she rolls her eyes, “I don’t think he meant to… hurt you.”

“I know, but-” you don’t know, actually. Your silence proving that much and so she continues.

“That day… when he showed up at our door, I didn’t know what was happening. All I knew was that my best friend was in bed, feeling sad, and wouldn’t tell me why. And then I opened the door, and there he was, looking all… sad. I almost wanted to slam the door on his face because I knew he was the reason, it all made sense to me right then and there. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t because he looked like he knew he’d… lost something. Something he wasn’t quite sure he could get back. He looked scared. And so I let him in.”

“He did a shitty thing that day.”

“I know. It was very shitty. I truly hope the legos aren’t upside down. But,” she takes a breath, collecting her words for a second. “I guess, ever since that day I’ve been trying to decipher him. To decipher what he feels for you. It’s quite hard since, you know, you guys have to hide from the world or whatever. So I’ve taken to just… observing him. I’ve taken to looking at him when he’s looking at you. You barely notice, and I’m almost glad you don’t. I feel like if you would you’d break the little magic the moment holds. Maybe he’d shy away from the way his eyes get all shiny and he smiles in a way that lets me know he’s not really aware of it. And so a part of me is relieved, because I know that whatever it is, the feeling is pure. I went up to your bedroom yesterday because when I looked at him… he looked just the way he had that day in our front door.”

“Do you think he loves me?”

Lucy’s heart breaks a little when you ask her, ever so faintly, a question that she doesn’t think she can answer. But nonetheless, she smiles, taking your hand in hers.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if he loves you, ___. I don’t even know that he knows. Or that he can even become aware of it after all he’s been through. All I know is that you haven’t tried hard enough to figure it out. And it should never take a toll on your heart. It should never break you the way it did. But also, I think the reason why it did is because you had to carry the weight of it alone. I think… I think he would’ve at least been willing to help.”

“I don’t know, Lu…”

“Yeah. You don’t. Nobody knows. That’s the tricky side of it all. The one we run from the most because it means that we have to be even more vulnerable. Because we know we’re risking even worse of a heart break. But, could you live with yourself knowing you didn’t at least try? And I mean, really tried.”

“No.” The words come out of you before you can even think her question through.

“Then you owe yourself at least that. Not him, not even my sappy, romantic self. You.”

You smile at her, lacing your fingers through hers. “What if I try and I’d been right all along?”

“Then I’ll be here. We’ll sing Chappell Roan together and I’ll make sure to scatter the legos all over his house myself.” Her face grows proud as she says this.

You laugh. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Soori shrieks, making you both turn, laughing at her reaction. You walk over to her, taking her in your arms as you kiss her, swaying from side to side. She whines a little bit, voice muffled with the way you squeeze her cheeks with your kisses.

“You’ll grow up and have the bestest friend ever, too, Soo Soo.”

Lucy looks at the two of you, can feel the way you radiate love. The way your whole face lights up as she brings her little chubby hand to your cheek, shrieking in excitement at your words that she doesn’t even understand, but that are coming from you. In that moment, she knows she’d given you the right advice. She knows it. She sees it.

From where she stands, the future paints itself rosy shades of pink.

You feel your heart slowly mending itself, regaining its strength as the minutes pass and you bask in the sun, in Lucy’s words of comfort and her wise advice. In Soori’s little antics as the two of you play with her, letting her dip her toes in the water on the shallow end of the pool. You lather her body in sunblock and Lucy laughs at the white patches you intentionally leave on her cheeks.

“She’s the most sensitive there,” you defend, running the lotion down her arms.

“Okay, mommy.”

“This is my job, you know? Keeping the baby safe,” you mock defensiveness.

“Oh, please. Get so very real right now, ___.”

“I am,” you laugh. “Although I will admit I do happen to love keeping the baby safe.”

She takes Soori in her arms, letting her splash about with her feet as she places her between her legs. “It’s okay, Soori. I’m the fun auntie.”

You look at them, a smile on your face as you revel in Soori’s sounds of excitement and Lucy’s tender nature towards her. You love seeing everyone melt for her, give her love and attention.

“Ah, there you guys are!”

The three of you turn around, a smiling, pyjama-clad Jimin walking towards you.

“Good morning, babe!” Lucy waves at him, bringing Soori’s little arm up, making her wave, too.

“Hi,” you say, a little shyly, all things considered.

“Good morning, ladies. Good morning, princess Soori.” He kisses Lucy’s lips, then Soori’s forehead.

“How’d you sleep,” Lucy asks him.

“Good. Would’ve been better if I hadn’t woken up to an empty bed.”

“Sorry! Got hungry. Needed breakfast real bad.”

“You guys had breakfast already?”

“We’re on baby time,” you say, looking down at Soori whose arms are reaching out for Jimin.

“Come here, baby,” he says, picking her up.

“Gahhhh, my ovaries!” Lucy’s cries are dramatic as she throws her body back, falling on the grass, making you chuckle and raise your eyebrows at her.

“Anytime, babe. I keep telling ya,” is all Jimin says, making you widen your eyes in shock.

“Quit saying that, oh my God,” she whines.

“Mr Jeon Jungkook has been looking everywhere for you,” he looks at Soori, looking at you next, “and you.”

“Oh, he’s awake?”

“Yup. I heard he had a long night,” he says, a little smirk forming at his lips. Your blush is so evident it actually makes him feel bad.

“Jimin! Leave her alone,” Lucy says, coming to her feet.

He laughs, throwing his head back. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m gonna…,” you point towards the house, ready to make your exit.

“You may be excused.” Jimin’s words earn him a scowl from his girlfriend, which humors him further.

When you make your way back inside the house, you see Jungkook as he enters the living room. Eyes swollen, groggy with sleep, running a hand through his hair to try to fix his bedhead. And as much as your heart aches at the sight of him still, you also can’t help but smile, still in the high Lucy’s words had left you in.

“Hey,” you say, making him look at you. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” he walks towards you, hand reaching for yours, holding it for a second, squeezing before he’s letting go. The act alone is so gentle you think you could cry. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

You shrug. “Wanted to let you sleep in for a bit.”

“I should’ve let you sleep in.”

You shake your head, smiling at him. “It’s okay. We’ve been having a nice morning. Lucy joined us, we had breakfast outside. They’re by the pool now. I lathered her in sunscreen, don't worry.”

He smiles. “Thank you.”

You look around for a second, finding a door next to the hallway that leads to the kitchen. “What’s in there?”

He follows your line of vision. “A wine cellar.”

“Can we go there? Just for a minute,” you ask, and although your question makes him curious he simply nods, letting you lead the way.

The door gives way to a spiral staircase, a bit narrow and small. You hold onto the railing, a particular yet pleasant smell invading your senses as you begin to descend. It’s woodsy, a little musky and fruity. It’s a bit chilly, too.

“You’re really into wine,” you tell him, eyeing the many shelves stacked with bottles of all kind. White, red, pink, a couple of bottles of champagne.

“Yeah,” he says, looking around, too. “I guess I’ve become my father.”

You laugh. “I like that about you.”

“What? That I’ve become my father?”

“No!” you say and he laughs at your reaction. “That you know a lot about wines.”

“Hm,” he hums, grabbing you by the waist and bringing you closer. “I can teach you if you want.”

“Go on.”

“Okay, so, the temperature in this room remains at a perfect 12 degrees celsius at all times. This prevents the wine from oxidizing,” his words falter a bit as you bring your hands to his hair, fingers massaging his scalp gently as you listen intently. “The cooling system is quite particular because it keeps the humidity in the air at a steady 60%. The temperature the wine is stored in really affects the complexity and balance of the-,” he groans in satisfaction as your fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Wine.”

“Jungkook,” you look up at him, eyes dreamy and hazy.

“___,” his voice hold the same nature.

“Can you kiss me? Can,” you sigh, “can we kiss, a little, right now?”

“Yeah, baby. We can kiss a little right now.”

Your eyes lock on his, blinking slowly as you take in the way he takes you in. His eyes are shiny, and they smile before his lips do. You close your eyes, falling into him a bit before he’s catching you with his lips on yours. His hand comes up to your cheek, fingers snaking through your locks of hair as he brings you closer, sighing against your mouth. Your arms wrap around his waist, hands coming up inside his shirt, his skin warm at your touch. His teeth close around your bottom lip and you give him full access to your mouth, tongue meeting his, but it’s ever so slow. Tender, almost.

It sort of dawns on him right then and there, something he’d been missing from you, making him realize that this is the most he’s gotten of you in a while. And he doesn’t mean your body, or your touch, or a kiss. No. He means the way you fall into him, the way you look at him, the way you ask him for affection in that way that he loves, so supple and pliant, almost shy. The way you hug him to you feels different, only there’s nothing different about it, it’s just been a long time. Jungkook can’t make much of it, mind too wrapped around your lips, just like his mouth, but it doesn’t miss him, how much he’s missed you and how suddenly the realization hits.

“You want breakfast?” you part your lips from his and he pouts with his eyes still closed.

“I was in the middle of it.”

You laugh, shoving him playfully. “We can’t hide in the wine cellar forever.”

“All I need is, like,” he presses his hips against yours, “twenty minutes.”

You gasp. “Jungkook!”

“I just woke up! You took advantage of my vulnerable state.”

You roll your eyes. “I just wanted to kiss you a little.”

“Fine,” he huffs, mocking annoyance, the frown between his eyebrows falling when you put your lips on his one last time.

Perhaps you’re playing with fire. Perhaps you’re stalling, buying yourself time before you have to put your plan in action, before you have to do the real hard work, thread the words needed to do it all. The courage, too. Perhaps you’re savoring the moment just in case this is your last. You try not to think about it too much, staying in the bliss you just put yourself in. You decide you’ll tell him once you’re both back from the beach. On tuesday, when he comes home from work. You’ll have time to craft a sensible plan, find the right words, benefit from Lucy’s sound advice a little longer.

Yes. Tuesday it is.

“What are the plans for today?” you ask as you make your way up the stairs.

“Pool party, burgers and, me personally, winning every game of Badminton.”

You laugh, nodding your head slowly. “I’ll be rooting for you.”

“Aw,” he coos. “My little cheerleader.”

“I can hear your thoughts, Jeon.”

“I can see you in a mini skirt, ___.”

“Hey, I might. Just for you,” you say, looking back at him as you make your way to the kitchen.

“Ah, you spoil me.”

You turn around, pointing a finger at him. “That’s true actually.”

“That’s true actually,” he mimics your voice when he says this, making you shove him playfully and open your mouth in shock.

“Dada!” Soori’s sweet voice makes him turn around, a big smile on his face as she enters the living room in Jimin’s arms.

“There you are, my little princess!” She falls into his arms the moment he’s close enough for her to, wrapping her chubby arms around his neck. “Aw, thank you, baby. You’re so sweet. Good morning.”

“Nana,” she says, pointing at you. Lucy and Jimin smile, although you don’t notice, too hyper fixated on Soori.

“You wanna go with Nana?” Jungkook leans over towards you, handing her over before he’s pulling away playfully. She whines. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry,” he says, laughing.

“Come here,” you tell her, arms outstretched and she falls into them swiftly. She giggles some, clapping two times before she’s turning back to Jungkook, shooting grabby hands at him.

“That’s what I thought.” He takes her into his arms.

You gasp, feigning offense. “Traitor!”

“You guys are cute.” Jimin voices his thoughts out loud, unable to contain them as he takes the sweet scene in. He doesn’t voice how happy it makes him, though. He doesn’t tell you guys that seeing the three of you together like that makes him feel like he’d found the last piece of the puzzle – one he couldn’t when Ira was around and his expectations of seeing his best friend in a loving family dynamic sort of tumbled when she wouldn’t play her part.

Jungkook looks over at him, smiling as he bounces Soori in his arms, whose already looking at you like she’s about to betray him this time. He smiles, silently agreeing with his friend, almost as if he understood what he was thinking. Almost like he was feeling it, too.

“A tankini? Really, ___?”

“It’s cute! Plus, it’s appropriate for the job. Soori tends to tug at my clothes at times, I can’t wear a bikini.”

“No, no. I get that much,” Lucy says, “but a tankini?”

“It was on sale!”

“You get away with too much by being drop dead gorgeous and having the face of an angel.”

“Your compliments won’t make me want to wear my tankini any less.”

“I beg of you, don’t wear the tankini.”

“But it’s pink,” you protest, spirit a bit deflated although you know she’s kind of right.

“May I?” She points at your suitcase and you nod, plopping down on the bed a little dramatically. “Okay, I see the potential,” she says, throwing shirts and dresses around. “This!” She holds a white strapless one piece swimsuit. It’s one of your favorites – simple but cute.

“That one gives me a wedgie.”

“Something’s got to give!” She throws the bathing suit at you. “Also, don’t blame the swimsuit blame your thiccy.”

“Did you just call my ass thiccy?”

“Yeah, I got it from Jimin.”

“Ew,” you say, looking at her. “Ew.”

“Here,” she says, throwing an oversized blue button up shirt your way.

“What about pants?”

“Use that as a dress!” You’re about to protest, “and that’s final.”

You throw a firm nod her way. The shirt was long enough to pass as semi-modest so you opt out of protesting.

“So,” she says, sitting on the spot you’d left empty on the bed as you begin to change. “Have you decided about when to talk to him?”

“Yeah,” you say, pulling the bathing suit up your body. “Tuesday. Tuesday after he comes home from work. I’ll have it all perfectly rehearsed in my head.”

Lucy smiles. “That’s good. The both of you will be well rested after this weekend and you’ll be able to have a sensible talk.”

“Yeah, exactly!”

“Do try to, you know, sleep at night.”

“Shut up. I’m feeling fine! Running on caffeine and adrenaline, but fine.”

She laughs. “Ready?”

“Ready!”

“Let’s go.”

“Wait,” you say, making her turn around, confused. She lets out a nod of understanding when she sees you grabbing Mingyu’s sweater, which you’d neatly folded to give back to him.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” she reassures. “It’s gonna be a good day!”

“God willing, Lucy Lu. God willing.”

You sigh, giving yourself a little pep talk for courage before you exit the room, ready to take on the day.

The rest of the morning, as well as the beginning of the afternoon, had really catered to your inner child. Yes, it was your job to take care of Soori but the rest of the kids seemed to love you just as much and so your hands had been full. You’d swam in the pool with them, built sandcastles, played mermaids and even had a little water balloon fight that seemed to interest both the children and the adults alike. By the time noon hit and Jungkook and Taehyung were starting to roll the burgers around, you’d been convinced to sit at the kid’s table. Which wasn’t a table per say, as they’d wanted to have a little picnic and so you’d found yourself sitting on one of the many beach towels they’d retrieved from inside to make their own picnic blanket.

It’d been sweet and fun, exactly what you needed after having to walk down memory lane this morning. And in a way, it added to the lighthearted mood you’d ended up your talk with Lucy in. Kids were easy – well, kids came easy to you. You found them to be less complex than people gave them credit for. They were easily entertained as long as you were willing to step inside their little world, which at times played out to be more entertaining than your own.

By the time 3 p.m. rolled around you could start feeling the shift in atmosphere, though. They were exhausted, you included, as a sleepy Soori fuzzed about in your arms.

“I think it’s time for a nap, kiddos,” Mai says, her words followed by whines of protest from the kids.

Sun acts as the voice of reason, though, as she says, “but can we keep playing afterwards, auntie Mai?” she pleads, turning to you, “will you still play with us after nap time, ___? Pleeeeease.”

“Of course,” you tell her, free hand caressing her hair. “Plus, it’d be funner then because you guys will have more energy.”

“I am a little tired,” Dae says, his Rs running a bit, making him sound ten times more adorable.

“See? We all need a nap. You guys can go inside the play room and make it a little mid-day pj party, how about that?” Mai’s idea comes as a success, the kids jumping with excitement, some even hugging her. She turns to you, voice a whisper when she says, “I’m kinda badass at this.”

Your lips form a pout and you nod at her. “You are.”

She smiles at you before she’s officially on nap duty, gathering all the kids and bringing them inside the house. You bounce Soori in your arms, her eyes half closed already, head wobbly as she fights to stay awake. You give her a kiss on the cheek, making your way to the sunbeds where the boys are drinking beers and talking about some game they’d watched the night prior, the team scoring the winning goal only three minutes before the game was over.

“___!” Jin says the moment he sees you, making them all turn their heads in your direction. “Aren’t you god sent? I think my kids like you more than me today.”

“My kid likes her more than me at least once a week,” Taehyung says, smiling at you.

“Thank you, thank you. I do birthdays, weddings, baptisms.” You say, making them all roar out in laughter.

“You do have that midas touch when it comes to kids, ___.” Hobi tells you, leaning back and taking a sip of his beer.

“I probably enjoyed that more than they did.” You smile, feeling a bit shy under their praise.

Jungkook smiles, feigning a casual front as he takes a sip of his beer, eyes on you. Wet hair, a little ruffled from the day’s activities. A big blue shirt that’s mostly wet, too, and that bathing suit that as modest as he knows you tried to aim for, does very little to keep him away from what he knows is underneath. Your cheeks are officially crimson and your body golden. He can’t help it when his eyes travel down, the softness of your skin drawing him in. You’re nothing if not perfect and if he were to reach out, he could run his hand down your leg. Not sexually, per say. Just… touch. Touch so as to let you know what he thinks. What he feels.

He composes himself for a second before his eyes are on Soori. “She ready for a nap?”

“Yup.” You nod at him, looking at Soori under your nose. She smiles and when you follow her line of vision you see that it’s Yoongi and his silly faces that pull it out of her. “I can go put her down, if you want.”

“No, let’s go together,” he says, standing up, coming down to kiss her chubby cheek. He turns to his friends one last time, bowing before saying, “gentlemen, I’ll be back. Take this time to decide who’s ass I’m beating next in Badminton.”

As you turn around and walk towards the house, you can’t help but laugh at the remarks that follow, his friends absolutely going ham on him, all lighthearted blows he opts to ignore with a chuckle of his own.

“You’re like the meme of the girl standing in front of the burning house.”

He looks at you, frowning in confusion. “Excuse me, what?”

“Oh my God, you’ve never seen the meme of the girl standing in front of the burning house?”

“No, but that sounds horrible. Was she okay?” You laugh as you turn to him, noticing the way real concern laces his features.

“It’s funny! It’s like a cult favorite, too. I’m pretty sure it’s been around for a while. Like back in the 9GAG days. You know, B.C.” You smirk his way, not missing the way he rolls his eyes at you.

“Hey, I loved 9GAG. It was funny.”

“Of course you did.”

You step inside the house, walking in front of him and laughing when he pauses in his steps and says, “what’s wrong with 9GAG?”

“Nothing,” you tell him, smiling and dragging him upstairs by the arm. “It’s always an honor to be in the presence of people that have witnessed history.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he tells you, chuckling at your little bout of wittiness.

You make it inside of Soori’s nursery, promptly changing her diaper and getting her into a pair of dry pyjamas. She falls asleep halfway into this, making you both laugh and bask in a quiet satisfaction at realizing just how much fun she’d been having. When you put her in her crib, you take a second to just look at her, neither of you saying much, simply taking her in.

“She’s perfect, huh,” you whisper.

“She’s so perfect,” he whispers back.

Jungkook smiles at her before turning to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your cheek. It all feels… domestic. Tender, lovely and sweet. The knot in your stomach that’d been growing bigger and bigger for the past couple of weeks begins to break, slowly, releasing a small army of butterflies that seem to both excite and calm your nerves. You kiss his cheek, basking in the bliss his proximity brings.

“Let’s go back,” you tell him, “you have asses to kick.”

He smiles, lips coming to yours in a quick peck. “You should relax. Drink some wine with the girls, get some sun.”

“If I have one sip of wine and lay by the sun I’ll probably end up like her,” you say, looking down at Soori.

“Do it, baby. I got her.”

The knot breaks entirely, wings fluttering violently as they’re freed after so long.

You’re in love.

You’d taken Jungkook’s advice, laying on the sunbeds with the girls, glass of wine in hand as you snack on the fruit platter Mai and Seulgi had prepared. You’d even fallen asleep for all of fifteen minutes, which had recharged your battery more than you’d originally thought. You’d think it’d be quieter with all the kids sleeping, but the boys and their very serious game of Badminton kept the ambiance just as loud as before. At one point, you’d all taken the roles of spectators and cheerleaders, rooting for your competitor of choice. Jungkook won, yet again, and you didn’t miss the smile he shot your way, overly confident in his skills. Overly confident in his ability to pull reactions out of you. This one in particular he’d found adorable, seeing the way you flustered at his actions, hiding your face in your hands for a second before you went back to feigning nonchalance.

Now you were all scattered around. Some in the pool, some by the beach, a couple of you still in the sunbeds, soft music playing from the speakers. It was rather blissful, if you were being honest.

You’re in the middle of small, lazy talk with Mai when you suddenly remember,

“Oh, I have to get Soori’s swimming diapers. She ran out but Jungkook said he had spare ones somewhere…”

“Oh, yeah,” Mai says, “he keeps them in the pool house. Go inside the bathroom, they should be in one of the drawers.”

You smile at her, thanking her before you’re making your way to the small, white house that sat at the end of the big backyard. Making your way inside you see that it’s mostly for storage. Floaties, surfboards, spare sunbeds. You notice that the door to the bathroom is open slightly, but don’t make much of it as you walk towards it. Both you and Jungkook let out a loud scream when he appears by the door frame.

“Holy fuck.” You whisper yell, hand on your mouth.

“You scared the living shit out of me.” His own hand comes to his chest, leaning against the counter and steadying his breathing.

“Me? You scared the living shit out of me! Why are you in there with the lights off like a crazy person?”

“Why didn’t you turn the lights on when you came in like a normal person?”

You both stare at each other for a second too long before you’re breaking out in laughter.

“I came to get Soori’s diapers,” you tell him, mid-chuckle.

He raises his hand, showing you a handful of diapers. “Me too.”

“Ah,” you say, walking closer to him. “Great minds think alike.”

“Mhm,” he leans against the counter once again as you stand in front of him. “My heart’s beating so fast, dude.”

You laugh. “You’re so dramatic, dude.”

“Hey, you can’t dude me.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully. “Fine. You’re so dramatic, Jungkookie.”

“I’m not! Look,” he takes your hand in his, bringing it to his bare chest and placing it over his heart. He’s still wet from the pool, skin warm from the sun. His heart is beating a little irregularly, you must admit.

“I’m sorry,” you say, adding to the drama of it all as your voice grows soft. “I’ll put a bell around my neck the next time so I don’t startle you.”

“Ha ha, funny.”

“Oh, I am.”

You can’t explain it, but the air shifts around you. Jungkook can’t explain it either, but he welcomes it.

“Yeah?”

You smile, cheeks growing red for whatever reason. Or perhaps for all the right reasons. He can dismantle you with a few words and that’s one your favorites by far.

“Yeah,” you breathe, eyes growing heavy as his own look into yours. In a matter of seconds they’re landing on your lips. And then he’s kissing you.

The kiss holds the same nature this morning’s had, perhaps a little less playful. A little more intentional. Like you’re both finding a means to an end just so you can bask in the journey of getting there. When you sigh into his lips, Jungkook brings you closer, hand on your cheek as he parts your lips with his tongue. The kiss grows heady, your fingers carding through his wet locks and his hands land on your waist, squeezing some before he’s turning you around until you’re leaning on the counter. The swiftness with which he handles your body has a moan escaping your lips and he feels the way you smile against his mouth. He pushes his hips into yours, drunk on you already, determined to pull those little sounds out of you.

“Wait,” you say, parting your lips from his, laughing a little when you see his flustered state, lips red and swollen in his signature pout. “What if someone walks in?” He smiles, eyes not leaving yours as he leans to the side and closes the door, locking it in a beat. He’s about to kiss you again but you interrupt him. “Soori?”

“Baby monitor in my back pocket.” He kisses you. “We’ve got like, twenty minutes give or take.”

You laugh, kissing him back, arms wrapping around his neck as you breathe into the kiss in giddy anticipation. “Think you can make me cum in twenty minutes give or take?”

He pulls away, but it’s only an inch. He scowls, a smile on his lips that takes your breath away. “Is that a challenge?”

The air shifts yet again, air growing dense this time. “Yeah,” is all you can muster.

“What do I get?”

You hum, pretending you’re deep in thought. “Me?”

“I’ll do it in ten.”

You laugh, sweet music to his ears and his smile meets yours in a kiss. It’s deeper this time, grows sloppy soon enough and Jungkook wastes no time as his hand cups your tits over your bathing suit, grunting a bit at the fabric getting in the way before he’s pulling it down in one swift movement. He brings his mouth to your nipple, expert little sucks that have you throwing your head back as your fingers pull at his hair. You lean back, head hitting the mirror as your breathing grows heavier. When you come back up, you push him back with a hand to his chest as you come to stand in front of him. You erase the frown from his face the moment he sees the way you roll the white fabric of your swimsuit down your legs, leaning back against the counter.

“Better than the mini skirt,” he says, towering over you as he pushes his hands against the counter.

You bite your lip, smiling at him with dark eyes before you’re turning around, your hands falling in front of you, tits pressing together as you push your ass back against him. You look at his reflection on the mirror, giggle a bit when you catch him staring, lust filled eyes scanning over your body.

“Like what you see?” your voice is teasing, cocky even, and it comes to no surprise when Jungkook’s firm hand comes to your waist, holding you in place before he delivers a hard smack to your ass. The pain translates to pleasure in a brief yet delicious second, eyes closing as you moan and bring your body forward. His hand lingers for a while, softer this time as he caresses the warm skin before his fingers travel south, parting your slit and drawing lazy circles against your clit.

“You’re so wet, baby.”

“Fuck, I am,” you pant, head lolling forward as you breathe into his touch.

“You’re a little brat today,” he says, matter of factly, staring at your reflection in the mirror as his fingers expertly pull little moans from your lips.

You look up at him, fucked out eyes pleading, “need you inside me.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Yes,” your words get caught up in a whiny moan when he pushes two fingers inside of you. “Please.”

“That’s more like it. So pretty when you ask nicely.”

His eyes don't leave yours and you see the way he pushes his swim shorts down slightly, wrapping a hand around his cock before he’s lining himself against your entrance. He teases your hole with the head, smirking at the way you squirm in his hold at the mere action. He wishes he could tease you further, but Jungkook’s time is limited and he knows that much. He pushes his cock inside of you, gasping when he bottoms out. His hips pick up the pace right away, wasting no time as he starts fucking you the way he does when all he wants is to make you cum, perfectly angled so he hits all the right places repeatedly.

“Fuck, that feels so good, baby,” you mumble, words breaking at the intensity of his thrusts. You close your eyes, try to steady your breathing out but he has other plans as his hand wraps around your neck, pulling you up some as his fingers close around your throat.

“Keep your eyes open.”

He looks at you through the reflection in the mirror, takes you in as he fucks you, a low groan escaping his lips when he feels you clench around him. His face contorts in pleasure, a grin pulling at his lips when he realizes you’re already close. The hand that wraps around your throat tightens, applying more pressure at the flesh, making you feel a bit lightheaded in the most perfect way, aiding to the way your senses zero in on him and the way he makes you feel. You know you’re close the moment your tummy tenses, his cock massaging your g-spot with each push and pull of his hips.

“Oh my God,” you breathe out, hand clasping around his own as you make him press harder. “Don’t stop.”

He moans at your actions, at the way you beg for more with your body when your words fail. He keeps that exact pace up, thumb and middle finger pressing into your throat a bit deeper, just the right amount to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your body falling back into him, head on his shoulder as you cum around his cock with a silent moan. The sight before him feels straight out of the craziest of his wet dreams and it makes his cock throb inside of you as your walls milk him through your orgasm.

Your body shakes a bit as you fall on top of the counter, your hand coming to his hip to get him to stop moving for a second as you cringe a bit in overstimulation.

“Victory is sweet,” he says, bringing his hand to your back, fingers running down your spine in a soothing manner.

You smile at him. “I was confident all along. Just needed an excuse to get you to fuck me.”

“Aw, baby. All you had to do was ask.”

He pulls your body up, hands on your hips as he turns you around and sits you back on the counter. He lets out a low grunt when he pushes his cock back inside you, your pussy pulling him in right away and he knows he won’t last long.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

You giggle, brains completely fucked out before you say, “we’re having a quickie in the bathroom.”

Jungkook scoffs, hands closing around your tits, hips thrusting into you slower, letting himself enjoy it. His head falls, eyes fixed on the way his cock pushes inside of you, moaning at the sight alone. His gaze travels up, taking you in. It’s so hot inside the bathroom he can feel the way his body sticks to yours every time he fucks into you. A single drop of sweat falls from your chest, traveling between your tits before it lands on your navel. His eyes close in a mix of bliss, disbelief and pleasure.

“You’re so sexy, baby. Shit, I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, Kook. Need it so bad.”

Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you kiss him, lips locked in his as he breathes out into the kiss, little whines leaving him as he lets himself fall into the feeling completely. You become conscious of him, let yourself enjoy him in this state, when he’s so close to letting go he grows a little desperate, hands all over yours, needy sounds passing his lips, hips lazily moving into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he says against your lips, pulling away so he can bury his head down the crook of your neck. He gets carried away – too carried away. His cock throbs inside of you, hips slowing down their pace as his body tenses for a second. He’s about to let himself relax, let himself cum, and it’s then that he realizes he’s still inside of you. “Fuck.” he looks down, pulling out and wrapping a hand around his cock, pumping once before he’s cumming on your leg. You bring a hand to your mouth when you notice, trying to muffle your laughter. “Shit, that was close.”

“Yeah,” you say, bringing his face to yours. “Got carried away?”

“Yeah. Completely let go of the principles of conception for a good minute.”

You laugh. “No conception would’ve taken place. It would’ve been a creampie at the max.”

“Don’t say the word creampie, my dick just jumped and we can’t go again.”

“You’re such a boy,” you say, bringing your lips to his.

“I’m a man,” he protests, words muffled by your kiss.

“Mm, yeah you are. You’re also a daddy so let’s get those diapers inside.”

“Don’t say the D-word, my dick just jumped for real and we really can’t go again.”

“Oh my God. You’re so filthy minded!”

You push him off of you playfully, pulling his shorts up before you’re doing the same with your previously discarded swimsuit, jumping a bit as you roll it past your ass. Jungkook smirks at your struggle.

“Mmmm,” he hums. “Do that again.”

“Have I ever told you you’re an ass man?”

“I’m a you man, baby.”

“Shut up.”

“Shut me up.”

“Oh my God!”

You both laugh at your flustered state that only seems to edge him on further, but it’s short lived. Your hands land on the door knob of the pool house at the same time, making you giggle before your smiles are falling as you realize that you’re about to do the walk of shame and have no idea how to get out of it.

“Shit,” you say.

“Shit, indeed,” he says back.

To your fortune, the walk of shame isn’t that bad. It isn’t bad at all, actually. The kids had woken up from their naps and had everyone’s attention so nobody noticed your absence much. To your misfortune (and Jungkook’s) it doesn’t take you long to realize that Mingyu keeps Dae entertained as they play around with water guns.

Jungkook lets out a big sigh that you don’t miss before he’s clearing his throat and saying, “hey, bro. You made it.”

“Hey,” he says, a little too giddy for his friend’s liking. “Yeah, sorry I’m late. Went on a hike this morning, could barely move afterwards.” He waves at you, a smile on his face.

“Gotta work on that stamina,” Jungkook says, mostly playfully with a little hint of something else.

“You should come with me the next time, we can work on it together,” he bites back, no hint of anything but playfulness in his words.

His eyes land back on yours and you give him a tight lipped smile, taking the diapers from Jungkook’s hands before you’re letting him know that you’re gonna go get Soori. He smiles, feels the need to pull you closer, give you a kiss in front of everyone, take your hand in his. Anything. But he doesn’t. He just nods and then you’re on your way. He doesn’t miss the way his friend’s eyes scan over your body, a stupid smile plastered all over his face that makes his blood boil a little.

You don’t really notice it, though, making your way inside the house and going up the stairs to make it to Soori’s room. She’s awake, jumping a little when she sees you walk inside the room.

“Hi, baby,” you coo. “Did you have a good nap? Are you ready to keep having fun?”

“Nana,” she whines, making grabby hands at you.

“Come here.” You get her out of the crib, taking her to her changing table before you’re getting her swimming diapers on and putting her in a clean swimsuit with cute daisies printed all over it. “You’re so cute.” You kiss her cheeks repeatedly until she gets ticklish, pushing you away as she cackles.

You sit her against your hip before you exit her nursery, walking the long hallways and going down the stairs as you sing her a little song she babbles along to. It’s then that you brave yourself for what you’re about to do, walking inside the kitchen, quickly finding Mingyu’s sweater that you’d left on top of the breakfast table this morning. It’ll be quick and harmless. You’ll just hand it over to him, thank him and go about your business.

It’s a good plan. A great plan even. It’s also a plan that crashes down before it can even take off as you see him make his way inside the kitchen.

“And so we meet again.” He smiles when he sees you, looking down at Soori and smiling even wider.

“Hey,” you say, a bit nervously.

“Came to get some beers, the boys are out.” He walks closer to you, hand coming down to rest on top of Soori’s head as he caresses her hair softly. “Hi Soo Soo.” She smiles, falling into his arms as quickly as he reaches them out towards her. It’s in that moment that you realize that he’s closer to Jungkook than you’d originally thought. He has to be if Soori’s this comfortable around him.

“Thank you,” you say, passing his sweater over to him.

“No worries. Sure you don’t wanna keep it? It’s gonna be just as chilly tonight.”

“No, that’s okay.”

“You kinda disappeared last night,” he says, bouncing Soori on his hip, looking down at her so as to not have to look at you when he says this.

“Yeah, I was really tired, couldn’t get to bed soon enough.”

“It was nice getting to talk to you. I was looking forward to today… just so we could do it again.” He laughs a little, shaking his head at his words. He doesn’t mind your silence, though. “I was thinking… maybe we could grab a coffee when we’re back in the city?”

“Coffee,” you say, and he can’t tell if it’s a question or a statement.

“Or dinner! Or a movie, or something. Just… hang out. Get to know each other.”

“I’m sorry… I- I don’t think that’s gonna work.”

He smiles. “Yeah, perhaps me asking you this right now isn’t the smartest move, huh?” He looks down at Soori. You’re silent yet again. “Perhaps I’ll leave it up to fate.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps we’ll bump into each other in some random place like the grocery store or in the middle of a really busy street and… I’ll ask you again. And perhaps you’ll say yes.”

You feel bad. You feel bad because as dense as you might be when it comes to receiving attention, you don’t fail to see that he likes you. Genuinely, sincerely likes you. Or at least likes the idea of you enough to want to pursue it further and get to know you.

“Or hey,” he says, making you look into his eyes again. “Maybe I’ll make my own fate.”

“Sorry what,” Jungkook’s head turns so fast he’s sure he’s given himself whiplash, grateful to not have taken the sip of beer he’d planned on the moment he started talking because he’s sure he would’ve spat it out.

Mingyu’s idea of making his own fate was… something, to say the least. And so there he was, next to Jungkook as they both started the fire for the grill, asking him to be his wingman.

“I mean, perhaps it was a bit wrong of me to ask her out while she’s on, you know,” he says, looking at Jungkook and pointing at him with the tongs, “the clock and whatnot. But fuck I don’t know. She’s just so-” he sees the way Jungkook looks at him in shock and it makes him chuckle. “Am I making any sense right now?”

“No.”

“Yesterday- we hit it off. But you know, it was casual. We barely got to know each other in a,” he pauses for a second, and every pause makes Jungkook’s blood boil further. “Deeper level. So I tried to not look into it that much. But then I got home and got in bed and all I could think about was her. Like, fuck, I felt eighteen again. She’s so beautiful. She’s so fucking sweet. And so I knew it couldn’t end there. So I just asked her out.”

“When?”

“In the kitchen, when I went to get the beers. She was giving me my sweater back and I thought to myself, might as well.”

“And what did she say,” Jungkook asks.

“She said no. She said she doesn’t think it’s gonna work.” Jungkook lets out a breath he very much knew he was holding. “But I blame myself for that. I mean, I get why she wouldn’t agree to it right now. She’s technically on the clock, like I said, and I get why it could be perceived as inappropriate.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook says, eyes a little lost, quite literally begging for the earth to swallow him.

“But that’s where you come into the picture.”

“How exactly do I come into the picture,” he says, but what he really thinks is, I already am in the picture, dumbass. She’s mine. He also realizes this would be an extremely childish thing of him to say.

“Well, you know, we’ve been friends for so long. You can put in a good word for me, sort of encourage her to-”

“You want me to encourage my nanny into going on a date with my friend?” His words have edge to it but Jungkook doesn’t care anymore, not that Mingyu seems to notice, too caught up in the visions of a future with you he’s formed inside his head.

“Well, when you put it like that it sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen, I get it,” Jungkook scoffs. “But, you know, maybe you could do it in a lighthearted manner. Like, yeah he’s a great guy! You totally deserve to be happy! You know, kinda like… a brotherly figure. Yeah! That’s it!”

“You’re fucking insane.” Now he really doesn’t care that his words have bite to them. And Mingyu’s head is still way up in the clouds for him to notice they do.

He chuckles. “Maybe I am. But she’s…,” his eyes find you in the crowd, “different. She’s special you know?”

Yes, I know, is what Jungkook wants to say. But instead he says nothing.

Mingyu looks back at him. “But hey, I’ll find a way. I’m telling you, man. This was written in the stars. Luck is on my side. Then you can play cupid,” he says, patting his back.

Jungkook laughs faintly. Not because anything’s funny, but because he’s glad the conversation is over.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Sure, I’ll get this started,” Mingyu says, motioning to the grill.

Jungkook tries to stop it, but he can’t help it. He feels the way his heart constricts inside his chest. He’s angry, furious even, but he can’t do anything to release said anger. He had to sit through that conversation and pretend like his friend’s words were only fucked up because he was trying to get with his nanny, not because he was trying to get with his-

Girlfriend.

Jungkook wants to call you his girlfriend but he knows he can’t. He knows he has no right to call you that because you aren’t his girlfriend. Because Taehyung was right – you guys weren’t exclusive. You didn’t owe him anything. Not a title he hadn’t asked for. Nor loyalty. Nothing. If you wanted to, you could very well accept Mingyu’s proposal. He was there, at your disposal, and perhaps even in ways Jungkook hadn’t been. He’d been straightforward with you. Bold, even. Jungkook almost had to admire it. He’d gone up to you and simply… asked you out. Showed interest, shot his shot. He liked you. He liked you and Jungkook knew he liked you in a way that you deserved. The realization sinks into him, a punch that knocks the air out of him as he makes his way through the garden and out into the beach.

He’s so caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn’t notice you noticing him. But you do. You notice the way he talks to Mingyu, see the way his eyes grow darker with each passing second. You see the way he pushes the anger that threatens to leave him away. See the way he makes his way through the garden, steps a bit lost, like he doesn’t know where he’s going. You see the way his face falls with every step until they land in what you can only describe as sadness. The moment he’s out of sight, you excuse yourself from the conversation you’d halfheartedly been in, and go after him.

He faces the ocean, takes in the sun as it begins to set, the air growing colder around him, the breeze making the waves choppier before they break at his feet. His mind is blank now and he’s almost grateful, his thoughts unable to attack him any further. All he can focus on is the sky turning colors and the ache that grows inside his chest.

“Jungkook.”

Your voice is a whisper that gets caught up in the wind and for a second you think he doesn’t hear you, but then he’s turning his head around, eyes on yours as you make your way to him. The sand feels heavy on your feet, almost like it wants to stop you. But once you’re face to face with him he smiles. He smiles and you almost want to buy it but you know it’s not fully there. Nonetheless, you smile back. Your lips pulling up with the same nature as his.

“Hi,” he says, looking at you for what the eternity of a second can hold before his gaze is back to the blue of the sea and the pink of the sky.

“What happened?” You don’t have to pretend like you don’t know something did. You see the way he smiles again, only this time it holds something more. Bitterness, perhaps.

He doesn’t look at you when he says, “Mingyu told me.”

“Told you what?”

“About him asking you out… he really likes you, you know?”

“Jungkook, I’m sorry. I- I said no. I told him-”

“I know,” he says, and it’s soft, holds no anger or resentment. “I guess that I’m just realizing that if you hadn’t said no… I couldn’t really hold it against you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Your voice grows faint, a silent plea. You want him to look at you.

“I can’t pretend like you owe me anything. And that’s on me, I guess. No- I know. I know it’s on me. And so I guess it’s catching up to me.”

You scoff, turning your face away from his, your own gaze fixated on the sea. The sky paints itself orange. You wrap your arms around your body, shaking your head in disbelief.

“You still don’t get it, do you?”

He’s silent, and for once you welcome it. You don’t think the words you say next could leave you if he weren’t. And although brave, your voice is soft when you say,

“Jungkook, I love you.” You feel it when his eyes are on you. “I love you,” you shrug, a faint laugh leaving your lips. “I love you in the heat of the moment and I love you in the warmth of it. I love you when it’s cold. I love you when it’s freezing, even. I love you. And you don’t get it still. And perhaps I should try and find better words in hopes that you’d understand but I’m afraid that all I have is…,”

You pause, look into his eyes.

“I love you.”

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lyrenminth · 3 months

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Can I request a fluff okay y/n is small and having a play fight with Justin luv ya 😉

Anon! Thank you for your patience! I hope you like it, I had so much fun writing it. Somehow I think Justin would be abrupt with his actions since he grew with two brothers, but he can learn to treat you less harshly 😅

Play fight

Play fight with your 6'6 athletic boyfriend wasn't the best idea knowing damn well he had to be extremely careful with you since that last time he almost broke your nose with the kitchen cabinet. Justin felt so bad he almost cried.

But you wanted to play. Justin was in the garden, picking up the fallen leaves when you tackled him from behind. He moved a couple of inches, and looked down at you. You were shoeless and the grass made you slip a bit, but you keep trying, grabbing him by the waist and pushing.

"What are you doing?" he asked, curious and patient as always.

"We're fighting and I'm currently winning" you announced, a little bit out of breath. You started climbing him like a koala.

"Oh, no. I can't lose" he said, his big hands grabbed your waist and lifted you up so easily you shrieked. "Justin!" he lifted both arms and you were fighting in the air. "Pull me down!"

He put you on the grass in a very fluid movement. Once in the ground, you walked around him, measuring his reaction which was none. He was there... standing with a slight smile on his face. In a moment of distraction, you jumped and grabbed his neck, pulling him down, he bent for seconds then let his own weight down, crushing you in the process. "Oof" you said "I kinda like this" he started tickling you on your sensitive spot: the ribs.

You laughed until it starting to hurt. "Stop, stop, stop! You win!" he was between your legs, and you felt something hard pressed against your thighs. You grabbed his face between your hands and gave him a smooch. "You're not rival for me" he said, playfully. "Now you're my prisoner"

You gasped. "Oh, no! Please, let me go. I'll be a good girl" you joked in a high pitched tone. When he moved again putting your arms above your head. "Or your sexual slave, whatever you want" he purred and dig into your neck to kiss it, the stubble made you ticklish and try to set free. "I'm in a very inconvenient position" you said, trying not to moan as he left wet kisses. "You are bigger...ah" he bite your earlobe, and you try to close your legs, but he was there "...and stronger than me"

"I am" he grunted. You tried to liberate yourself unsuccessfully. "I demand a rematch" you said, breathless. He was still kissing your neck. "It's only fair" he looked at you, his green eyes were darker. He studied your face. "What if I win?"

"I-I am going to make dinner for a month" you suggested. He didn't like it, so he started kissing you again. With a free hand he roamed your body, squeezing your breasts. "And mmm massages for free?"

"I can take that" he said, standing up and bringing you up with him.

"It's a rematch then" you smiled.

#justin herbert #justin herbert x reader #justin herbert imagine

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brotherwtf · 2 months

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Gale has partial memory loss and forgets everything about the war and even Bucky. Now he's just 19 year old stuck in a grown man's body. How will Bucky handle this and explain their relationship? What will he do when Gale asks for Marge?

oof now this one is gonna hurt

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John woke that day like it was any other day, Gale in his arms with the sun pouring in through their curtains, refracted through the painted glass onto their faces. Gale has his arms wrapped under his chin, pouting his lips and looking so darn peaceful that John wishes he could keep that peace forever.

He shifts until he's on his elbow, draping his arm around Gale's waist and pushing a strand of Gale's hair off of his forehead, smiling at the way the sun bounces off of the golden locks.

Gale's eyes flutter open and John smiles at him, expecting the sleepy smile and tighter embrace that usually comes with mornings.

Instead, Gale launches from the bed, fear in his eyes and breaths coming in disturbed pants as he falls back against the hardwood floor. His eyes flicker across the bedroom and at John, a look of confusion and fear evident in his eyes. John follows him, reaching his arms out towards Gale to bring him closer and hold him, half expects it to be a nightmare.

"Don't come any closer!" Gale shouts, putting his arms out in front of him to block John from approaching him further.

John cocks his head and screws up his eyebrows.

"Gale, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Come on, doll, let me help," John pleads.

Gale shuffles back against the wall and retreats into himself, bringing his knees into his stomach and cowering with fear.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" Gale whispers, voice quivering.

It feels like a punch in John's stomach and he falls to his knees in front of Gale. He can't be serious, he can't actually mean that.

"It's me, Gale. John, Bucky, come on Gale, you know who I am," John says, voice cracking shamefully and he hates it.

Gale shakes his head.

"I don't know you... where am I? Who are you?" Gale says, voice creeping into a shout and John moves to stand on shaky legs.

He's heard about this through whispers, of men forgetting the entire war when they're back home, some sort of trauma response to all of the horrors they had seen. Their brain had purposefully dumped the memories, blocked them out so they wouldn't be traumatized by it. Men forgetting entire friendships and hardships they went through, coming back as if the war had never happened.

But that couldn't be happening to Gale. Did he forget the entire war? Did he forget about John?

John scrubs a hand down his face, biting back tears that are threatening to fall as he watches Gale's chest heave. If he had forgotten the war, he would have forgotten about their love.

"Gale, I don't know how much you remember, but I'm John Egan, you know, partner in crime during the war, attached at the hip?" John says, trying to grin but finding he doesn't have the strength to smile.

This makes Gale even more confused and he loosens his grip around his knees.

"The war? But you look too young to have fought in that, my father fought in that war," Gale mutters and John swears.

He had forgotten all of it. Gale didn't even know there was a second war, didn't even know he fought in it himself. John looks down at the floors and sighs wetly.

"Let's go, um, let's go get you something to eat. I'll explain as much as I can," John says, feels like he's choking as Gale picks himself up from the floor.

He walks towards the door to their bedroom, but turns back to John with a confused look again.

"Where is the kitchen?" He asks.

John feels his heart clench and he points him down the hall, tells him he's going to be down there in a second.

When Gale walks down the hallway he allows himself to break into tears in their bedroom. He sobs into his hands. Gale had forgotten him, forgotten all of the tender love confessions hushed under army sheets and into each other's shoulders. Forgotten all of the quiet reassurances in the Stalag, cold hands clenched tight together under thin blankets. He had forgotten the way they held each other when the war had ended, like they never wanted to let each other go.

It's ripping John apart at the seams, taking him and wringing him out until he's nothing. Gale is safe, but at the cost of forgetting every good thing about the war.

He wipes away the tears streaming down his face and schools his expression, taking a couple of breaths before venturing down to the kitchen. Gale sits at the table, fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on the tablecloths he had picked out and looking around the kitchen.

"This is a lovely house, Mr. Egan," Gale says and John almost feels the urge to cry again.

"Call me John, please Gale," He tries not to beg.

Gale turns towards him and smiles, ever so politely like John had invited him into his house for some afternoon tea.

"You said you knew me? During the war?" Gale asks, eyes drifting towards a picture on the mantelpiece.

"We fought together in the 100th bomb group, both pilots of big ass B-17's, trained together and everything," John manages to choke.

It's one of the only pictures they have together during the war, a gritty black and white image of John with a flashy smile on his lips and Gale with one of the brightest smiles John had ever seen. John remembers Crosby had snapped a picture when he saw the majors smiling together after the war, said it reminded him of when they were in flight school. Even now, John can see the love oozing from each of their expressions.

Gale gets up from the table and picks up the picture, studying it with a confused expression. John's heart clenches as he turns and looks from the picture to John, eyebrows furrowed.

"Seems like we liked each other a lot," Gale mutters.

John almost scoffs, but smiles gently at Gale instead. "Liked" only scratched the surface of the emotion they felt for each other.

"We didn't just like each other, Gale. We loved each other. That's why we live together," John says carefully.

Gale's expression screws up again and he puts the picture back on the mantel, flexing his hands on his sleep shorts.

"What do you mean by love? Where's Marjorie?" Gale asks and it's another punch to Johns gut.

He had forgotten that Gale would only have remembered anything before the war, which meant he would have only remembered dating Marge. But Marge was in another state, married to another man, and John was the only person he knew here. At least, who he knew before today.

"We loved each other like you loved Marge, you broke things off with her during the war when we started fooling around. She's married, Gale," John whispers and can see the flash of pain across Gale's face.

Gale slumps back into the kitchen chair and rests his hands awkwardly on the table, hand returning to the frayed edge of the placemat and fiddling with it.

"So I'm a queer?" Gale whispers and John nods with his lips pursed into a thin line.

He hates the way that Gale says the word, hushed and quiet like it's too damning to be true or be spoken into existence. John almost wishes he spat out the word cruelly, maybe it would hurt less.

"Yeah," John whispers and Gale looks back down at the floor.

Gale reaches a tentative hand across the table and puts it on top of John's, turning it over and running his thumb across the callused grooves. He links his fingers, testing it out and sighing again.

"You've got nice hands, I understand why I looked at you like I did in the picture," He mutters, nodding toward the mantel.

John feels tears well up again as he clutches Gale's hands, wishing Gale would rub his thumb across his knuckles like he used to. He wants to reach down and kiss the back of Gale's hand, but knows it will shock him too much in this state.

"Will you help me remember?" Gale asks after some time of staring at their entwined hands together.

John smiles with a small laugh and walks over to his side of the table. He kneels down in front of Gale, holding both of Gale's hands in his as he looks up at him.

"Of course, doll, I'll go to the ends of the earth to help you remember, I'll do anything for you," John whispers and Gale smiles down at him.

John knows he might be jarred by the sweet words, but Gale doesn't seem to mind. His smile is the same as during the war when John had confessed his love, and John almost weeps.

"You're awfully sweet, John. It's no wonder why I fell in love with you in the first place," Gale mutters and John laughs, feeling the slightest reassurance that his Gale might come back to him.

I couldn't help but think about the old couple from the notebook while I was writing this, just so desperately wanting to get his love back 🥹🥹

#mota #clegan #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #asks

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berryhobii · 9 months

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Namjoon as your werewolf boyfriend….

* Follows you around EVERYWHERE

* To the bedroom, to the kitchen, to check the mail

* Even to the bathroom (he’ll just wait outside for you)

* Hovers around you while you cook

* Always eager to taste anything and everything

* He’ll sometimes try dipping a spoon into something when you’re not looking

* “Hey! No!”

* Then here comes the pout and the teary eyes

* And because you are oh so very weak to him, you’d relent and let him taste

* Then he’s happy again and you fall a little more in love with him

* He’s practically a big lap dog in both his human and wolf forms

* When you’re relaxing on the couch or in bed, he’ll come and plop himself right on your lap

* When he’s in his human form, you don’t mind it as much

* But his wolf form is 10 times larger and furry

* You always insisted on getting a bigger couch but he’d just say

* “But this is our first couch together. It has sentimental value.”

* Him and his big heart

* Ugh you loved and hated it

* The ash colored wolf would stalk from somewhere, following your scent to the living room

* You’d be watching television or playing a game on your phone when suddenly your vision would be blocked by a mass of fur

* He’d be careful of his nails to not hurt you, climbing onto the too small couch for some cuddles

* “Oof. Namjoooooon. You’re heavy.”

* He’d just huff as if saying “don’t fat shame me”

* Knowing there was no moving him once he was comfortable, you just had to accept your fate

* Sighing, you’d lean your head on his back, focusing back on your phone or the television

* Eventually you’d mindlessly start petting him, running your fingers through his soft fur

* Something new you learned about his fur was that he doesn’t need to wash it since he gets a new coat everytime he shifts

* Crazy right?

* (Do y’all ever think about that type of stuff with werewolf au’s?)

* Anyway

* He’d relax under your ministrations, a deep and content rumble vibrating in his chest

* If you were feeling down in the dumps, he’d play fetch with you

* He sort of hated acting like a dog but seeing your happy face everytime you threw the ball made it all worthwhile

* One time you tried to convince him to dye his fur red and be Clifford for Halloween

* That was a big no

* “We could be little red riding hood and the big bad wolf.”

* “I’m not a stereotype, y/n.”

* “You’re literally watching birds right now.”

* “Bird watching is a very popular hobby!”

* “Yeah…..for dogs…”

* You did convince him to dress up but he decided to be little red riding hood

* That means you were the big bad wolf and the opportunity was too good to pass up

* “My my, little red. You look good enough to eat.”

* He froze up at the feeling of your claw like nails running up his broad shoulders

* “B-baby…”

* He turned to face you, already finding you on your knees before him

* Your golden colored contacts stared mischievously at him

* Hands gripped the edges of his loose fitting pants, pulling them down his legs

* He grunted when your warm palm enclosed around his growing shaft

* “We should really get to the party…ah.”

* Your tongue darted out to lick at his head, the saltiness of his precum sparking your taste buds

* “What’s the rush, little red?”

* When you were in public, he went from a sweet baby to an overprotective boyfriend

* Your scary dog privilege let you walk around without worry

* Sometimes if you wanted to go somewhere at night, he’d shift into his werewolf form and trail along side you

* Even other dogs would scamper out of his way and creepy men didn’t even look in your direction

* No one really knew werewolves existed so to regular people, he just looked like a huge dog

* A dog that was almost the size of the car but you digress

* In his human form, he was always holding your hand

* Moving you out of the way before someone could bump into you

* Staring down every person that got a little too close to you

* And those few times people have been rude to you, he’d let out a low warning growl

* You’d sometimes have to keep him in check with a gentle hand on his chest or a brief look that told him not to overdo it

* Werewolves were unbelievably strong in both forms, scarily so

* You’ve never seen Namjoon get truly feral but you watch a lot of nature documentaries

* So you could only imagine him if he was really angry

* Your boyfriend was also beefy as hell, compliments of his genes so you knew he could protect you

* But that didn’t mean you wanted him breaking someone’s bones and possibly going to jail

* Still, seeing him get all worked up did get you all hot and bothered

* MATING PRESS

* Your flexibility sucked when you started dating

* So in order to keep up with him, you started doing flexibility training at home

* Where at first your hamstrings would burn, now you could throw your feet behind your ears like nothing

* Sweat would drip down his body as he pounded into your puffy cunt

* Making sure you felt every single inch he had

* You wouldn’t be able to tear your eyes away from how your pussy stretched around his girthy cock

* Every thrust would make your tummy bulge, showing you just how deep he was

* He could definitely go multiple rounds

* Stamina 10/10

* He’s a definite Switch and a Pleasure Dom

* He loves taking control like his alpha instincts tell him

* But he also doesn’t mind letting you dote on him

* PRAISE KINK

* Call him a good boy and let him know how good he’s making you feel and he’s doing his best to make you feel even better

* He also loves when you ride his cock, saying sweet praises to him that made his toes curl

* “That cock’s s-so good, Joonie.”

* “I love that fat cock in my cunt.”

* “You’re gonna make me cum again.”

* “Such a good boy.”

* He’s definitely a whiny baby

* He’s most sensitive behind his ears

* Duh

* He’s a biter too

* Seeing the indents of his teeth all over your skin just did something to him

* He couldn’t mate you all the way so biting you was as close as he could get

* He plunges his entire cock into you when he’s about to cum

* He wants you to feel his cum deep in your stomach

* Yeah he had a bit of a breeding kink

* Could you blame him?

* Your cunt was always so wet and ready for him

* How could he not want to put a baby in you?

* Especially when you’d wrap your legs around his waist to keep him from pulling out

* “Fill me up. Wan’ all your cum.”

* He hated when his cum would leak out, quick to plug you back up with his fingers

* His protective nature wouldn’t even let you leave the bed

* Wrapping his arms around you and rubbing his scent all over your skin

* You’d indulge him for a moment but that sticky feeling would get uncomfortable for you very quickly

* He’d whine when you tried to get up, giving you those puppy dog eyes

* “Just a few more minutes.”

* “I want to clean your cum out of me.”

* It’s like a dagger through his heart

* “I’ll clean you.”

* “Your tongue doesn’t count, Namjoon.”

* After promises to make him his favorite meal, he’d release you

* But alas, your knees would give up on you

* Good thing your ever attentive boyfriend was there to carry you like the princess you were

* “You’re such a damsel in distress. You can’t even walk by yourself.”

* You’d huff and bite his collarbone in retaliation which would pull a moan from him

* “Hey, no biting. Bad girl.”

* “Woof.”

#bts #bts x black reader #bts smut #bts imagines #namjoon smut #bts headcanons #kim namjoon #werewolf #bts werewolf

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Hey lovely! How are you? I was thinking of requesting some sort of soulmate au with a protective soft din djarin x reader? I’m a big fan of the au where you share an eye color with your soulmate as in one eye is yours and the other is theirs so that would mean din would know before reader and you can choose to have them find out or keep it a mystery! I just know you’ll do great!

AN | I don’t think I’ve tackled a soulmate!au before but this was so much fun! Enjoy🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Din, Main

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Din Djarin had never seen his eyes in anyone else.

And he looked - he spent so many years looking for them but he had yet to find his soulmate.

The advantage of being behind a mask meant that no one could ever see the disappointment on his face when he realized they weren’t the one.

As time wore on he started to wonder if the one was out there for him. He’d heard tales of poor unfortunate souls that were destined to be alone. Maybe their soulmate had met an early end or maybe they never wanted to be found. He was almost positive that was going to be him as well. It was rare for people to get so far in years and still remain without their soulmate.

He was a lone Mandalorian making his way through the galaxy and life with only his son at his side. Maybe his heart was meant to be alone too.

He hated the idea of that.

So much that he was completely lost in his own thoughts as he followed Grogu through one of Nevarro’s markets. So lost that he didn’t even notice you until he walked right into you and knocked you over.

You landed on the ground with a soft oof as Grogu babbled at his father in what could only be described as a scolding tone.

“I am sorry,” and he felt genuinely terrible. He was no small man and covered in armor made it only that much worse. He crouched down in front of you held out a gloved hand, “are you alright?”

“I think so,” you felt dizzied but alright otherwise. You looked up at the Mandalorian and offered a small smile in response, “nothing hurts so that’s a good sign.”

You put your hand in his outstretched one but he was frozen and didn’t help to pull you up to your feet. You raised an eyebrow in concern - maybe he was the one that needed help.

“Are you alright?” your soft question seemed to pull him out of his trance as finally hoisted you up. You could tell that he was studying you intently and that made your entire face flush with warmth, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he almost choked on the words as Grogu looked between the two of you. The little one was already well aware of what was happening, “sorry again, it was my fault.”

“No worries,” you looked between the two of them before taking a step back, “I, ugh, I should go. Take care, Mandalorian.”

He watched you go for a moment before Grogu’s soft protest urged him to move forward, “wait!”

You turned around at the sound of his voice, a bemused little smile on your face, “Din Djarin. My name is Din Djarin. And this is Grogu.”

“Hello Grogu and Din Djarin,” you repeated and oh. He liked the sound of you saying his name. In exchange you offered your name and gave him a proper handshake, “is there something I can help with?”

“Do you live here?” you thought the question was odd, but you received no bad feelings from him so you didn’t think anything of it. He fell into step with you and you felt a jolt of electricity run through you.

“I do,” you stopped to look at some fresh fruit, “you are not from here.”

“I am not,” he confirmed, “but we live here now.”

“Welcome to Nevarro,” you quickly bought some of the fruit and handed a piece to the excited and curious looking child, “I hope you’ll like it here. If you need anything, I’m around.”

You turned to leave again and this time Grogu pulled on your pant leg to hold you back.

“Your eyes,” he blurted out suddenly and that caused you to stiffen in surprise, “the color-”

“I don’t have a soulmate,” you answered without another word before turning on your heel. You were most decidedly not going to do this right now with a virtual stranger, “take care Din Djarin.”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, unsure of what to think or feel at that moment. That was not how he had expected this to go.

Maybe he was wrong, maybe you - no. He wasn’t wrong, he was a lot of things but not wrong. Your eyes were just like his, mirroring them almost exactly.

You were his soulmate.

And yet you didn’t believe you had one.

He was going to change your mind…hopefully.

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You didn't look back until you were home and alone. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest and your mind was racing.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, taking in your wild and frazzled appearance before staring at your eyes. You'd looked at them a hundred million times before but never like this. Dark brown but golden and honeyed with flecks of warmth. They'd always been unique and you'd never see another pair before.

And yet…maybe you'd just met your soulmate. It wasn't totally out of the question, right? The universe usually worked to push soulmates together. Maybe that was what was happening now? Maybe - no.

You hadn't even seen his eyes. What if he was just making a comment about yours? But…you'd felt so drawn to him, so safe and comfortable without hesitation. Like your heart felt at home.

You gasped out loud at the revelation. After so long of searching and waiting and hoping you actually have a soulmate, your wish might have come true.

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"I know," the Mandalorian looked at his son and sighed in exasperation, "I didn't know what to do in the moment."

Understanding babbles met his ears as he picked Grogu up and started to walk to his bedroom. He settled him gently in his bed and looked at him fondly, "perhaps I am wrong-"

Grogu blinked at him owlishly, absolutely telling him off. The little one was far wiser than people gave him credit for.

"Even if I am not, I can't just…" he waved his hand around, at a loss for words, "I have to figure it out. If I even see her again."

He bade his small son a good evening, mind anymore but in the present moment. When he walked into the fresher, he stood in front of the mirror and studied himself. He looked the same as always, or so he supposed, as he didn't tend to look extremely closely most days, but his eyes seemed to stand out a little more.

With hands braced on the counter, he leaned and looked at their color and depth. There was no mistaking it - you had the same eyes.

You were his soulmate.

Now he just had to convince you of the same…somehow.

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Several days passed before you came across the Mandalorian alone. You felt relieved at not having seen him, but felt an even larger rush of relief when you did see him.

He found outside of the small shop you worked, his son in tow. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of them. Oh. Something was definitely going on.

"I'm sorry," was the first thing he said as he looked at him in surprise, "for the other day. I didn't mean to scare you off."

"It's okay," you promised softly, "I'm sorry for how I acted too. I shouldn't have…done that."

“You were scared,” he hated the idea that you were scared in general but especially of him. He felt the urge and pull to protect you, and he’d vowed to himself to do that, whether you accept him at your side or from a distance, “I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t scared so much as…surprised,” you shrugged sheepishly, “no one’s ever said anything about my eyes before so I just assumed that you were…anyways, it doesn’t matter.”

“You can tell me,” he gently encouraged you, desperate for you to say the words he was yearning to hear, “you don’t have to be worried.”

“I shouldn’t have assumed that you were going to say you were my soulmate,” your cheeks warmed up and you bit the inside of your cheek, keeping your gaze focused on the ground, “I don’t think that person exists. It’s been so many turns that I’m sure I would have met them already.”

“And what if I told you I was?” that piqued your interest and you looked at him in wonder. Your lips formed a pretty little pout and he couldn’t help but already dream of kissing them.

“I wouldn’t believe you,” you admitted quickly, “it would be too…I can’t see your eyes. How would I know without seeing you? I know you cannot take off your helmet in front of me, Din Djarin. I’d be going on your word only.”

“I would not lie to you-”

“I want to believe that you would not,” more so you didn’t want to be some sort of mistake because that might crush your heart, “as far as my understanding goes, you can only show your face to your spouse or children.”

“You are correct,” really he was ready to whip off the mask and show you his face but he refrained, “let me prove it to you.”

You laughed, a lovely, magical sound that went straight to his heart, “you want to prove you are my soulmate?”

“I do,” he promised with a fervent nod, “because I am not wrong.”

“Say you manage to… convince me that you are right,” you articulated a lot when you spoke, a trait that he found endlessly endearing, “and we…marry or whatever allows me to see you fully and we find out we’re not soulmates, what then? Have we wasted our time on each other and set up the possibility for a lifetime of broken hearts?”

“You think people who are not soulmates can fall in love?”

“I believe that anyone can fall in love,” you shrugged, “there have been instances when soulmates weren’t right for each other.”

“And what if we fall in love despite not being soulmates?”

“What if we did and then one day one of us meets our intended soulmate?” you hated that idea almost as much as you disliked the idea that he wasn’t your soulmate, “that might be even worse.”

“We would have to figure it out then,” he mused in agreement, “but you don’t have to worry - that will not happen.”

“You are so convinced,” you did enjoy his persistence, you would not deny that, “are you always right? Or just stubborn?”

“Perhaps a bit of both,” you looked into the black T of his visor and you just knew that he had a smile on face, “what do you say? Let me try to show you.”

You inhaled deeply before slowly exhaling. This was a lot he was asking of you, but also a lot he was doing as well. But you couldn’t deny the pull you felt towards him either…maybe that was something after all.

“Yes,” you whispered softly, “show me.”

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And show he did.

It started out slowly at first, the two of you forming a friendship that felt so natural and easy - like you’d always been friends. The two of you had a lot in common, but were also very different but found that you fit together almost perfectly. One of the things you both shared was the love for his son. And Grogu loved you just as much in return.

You realized soon just how very much you cared for them the first time they left to go on a job. The idea of them being gone for any amount of time was enough to make your heart ache, but it wasn’t like you could do anything. You had thought about asking to go with them but he quickly shut that idea down; he insisted you stay behind where it was safe and he knew you’d be taken care of. He promised the next time he was certain there was no danger you could go with them.

You never argued and the few times you had disagreements it was over something silly or trivial, and it was resolved quickly. You liked being around the two of them and found yourself always gravitated towards them as they often did to you.

They were gone for a little over two weeks; you felt like a part of you had gone with them and you were left to wait and wander listlessly. When they got back you almost refused to leave them.

You’d experienced such a pull towards the Mandalorian from the start and that feeling was only growing, day by day and bit by bit. Part of you was ready to give in and admit that he had been right from the start but another part of you was still scared to have everything fall apart. So you danced around each other, but over time it was becoming harder and hard to ignore. Something was going to have to give.

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And something did, about a year after you’d meet the strange Mandalorian and his son.

“I-I think you might be right,” the two of you were sitting around a fire in the backyard, enjoying the cool shift of summer into fall. Grogu still had enough energy to be running around and playing with some stray lothcats. Din regarded you curiously, tilting his head in your direction.

“About what?” you knew that he knew exactly what you were talking about. You huffed lightly before gesturing vaguely. He wasn’t going to give you the easy way out on this one.

“Stop,” you buried your face in your hands, feeling butterflies flutter wildly in your tummy as you tried to tone down your nerves, “you know what I mean.”

“I do,” he nodded in agreement, “but I want to hear you say it. Please.”

“I think you are my soulmate,” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear over the merrily crackling fire. For a moment he almost wasn’t sure if you’d said anything but he heard you loud and clear. When he remained silent you began to panic…maybe he’d changed his mind and just hadn’t told you. You swallowed thickly and tried to get a read on him, “say something, Din, please.”

“What made you change your mind?” he slowly rose to his full height before walking over to you and sitting down at your side. You could practically feel the excited but nervous energy flowing off him. You shifted slightly so you could face him, “hmm?”

“It’s just…everything,” you reached up and touched his helmet, right where his cheek would be, “I think I’ve always known. When I didn’t realize.”

“Are you not afraid of being wrong?” but he didn’t ask it in a cruel way. He was genuinely curious and wanted to make sure you knew the potential implications of what you were saying.

“I was,” you confessed softly, “but I realized that even if for some reason, we weren’t…that whatever we had was still real. But I’m also sure you’ve been right all along.”

And yeah. It was all really real.

“Do you trust me?” this time he touched your face, after pulling off his gloves and letting his warm skin touch yours. You’d gotten peeks of his skin here and there but having him touch you so tenderly was an entirely different thing. He’d grown more physically affectionate with you over time, but something about this felt so different, “even if-”

“I do,” you leaned into his touch as he brushed his thumb over your cheek, “I trust you more than anyone else. I think the rest, Din Djarin, is up to you.”

“It is not just up to me to decide if we should marry,” he insisted gently, “you have to be part of that decision as well. I’m sure, cyar’ika, you know what my answer is.”

Your whole expression softened as you looked at him and nodded softly, “I want that too.”

“Even if you haven’t seen the proof yet?”

“Even if I haven’t seen the proof,” you laughed softly, “I know you’re right.”

He put his hand under your chin and turned your face up to his, “close your eyes.”

You wanted to protest, to give him a little bit of push back as you loved to do. But this time you decided not to do it, to just go with it. You breathed out softly before closing your eyes. He pulled his hand away from your face and you frowned at the loss of his touch. It was quiet for a moment before you heard him moving around and setting something down. Oh.

Your heart was beating so wildly it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest.

“Open your eyes.”

You inhaled sharply, taking a moment to breathe before doing as he said. Slowly you opened your eyes and you were pretty sure you stopped breathing.

Looking back at you was a sight you had never expected to see - your own eyes reflected in your soulmate’s face.

You gasped in surprise before leaning in and taking his face in your hands. He’d been right this whole time; he’d always been meant for you. You’d been made for each other.

“Wow,” the whisper escaped your lips despite your best efforts and Din couldn’t help but chuckle fondly. He turned his face slightly and pressed a kiss to your palm, “your eyes…you were right. Maker. You’re so handsome…on top of everything else.”

“I told you I’d prove it to you,” he sounded even more golden and honeyed when he was unmasked. You could definitely get used to hearing it for the rest of time, “do you believe me now?”

“Yes,” you beamed at him, “I think I did from the beginning, even if I didn’t fully realize it. But wait - your face! We - we’re not-”

“Will you marry me?” he asked and you nodded without hesitation, “then I believe this is allowed.”

“Says who?” your eyes widened as he grinned at you.

“Says me,” he leaned in so his lips were almost brushing against yours. Your heart felt like it was going to burst with pure unadulterated happiness, “what do you say?”

“Yes. A million times yes.”

“Then I have one more question for you,” he ghosted his fingers along your jaw as you made a small sound, “may I kiss you?”

And you definitely knew the answer to that, just like you’d known all along.

“Yes.”

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x fem!reader #pedro pascal #the mandalorian #din djarin imagine #din djarin one shot

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kib-ble · 1 year

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medical leave

(simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn! reader)

summary: simon comes home from a long mission on medical leave and he doesn’t tell you because it will worry you

*i tried to write simon where he’s kinda clueless on how to comfort the reader, but kinda made it not like that, idk, enjoy!*

when simon arrived home the lights were off, a few notable changes were made, and you were fast asleep on the couch. a quiet movie lit up the room, showing how comfy your make-shift bed was. he smiled at this. you didn’t know he was coming home this early but you also didn’t know he was gonna be gone this long.

‘it’s only three months,’ simon promised the night before he left. his hands on your waist. your hands on his face, holding his jaw. your thumb brushed against the spikes of stubble on his jaw, he never had the chance to shave. the two of you held each other close, allowing your scents to waft to each other. it was relaxing.

it was five months later when he returned. he knew it would’ve been more if price didn’t put him on medical leave, you didn’t have to know that.

“oh love..” simon dropped his bag full of equipment and slowly walked over to your sleep form. his hand softly pushed the hair out of your face before lifting his mask and giving you a kiss on your cheek. he pulled the covers up on you more and moved to walk to the bathroom.

once he successfully got his gear off, with not much sound, he carefully took of his shirt to show the bloody bandage on his lower abdomen. he had just got it changed before he left but the stab was deep to continue to bleed even after it was stitched up.

he gently peeled off the tape and replaced the padded bandage. the wound stung as the bandage was pressed against it, but atleast is wasn’t infected.

when he had finished washing his body with a loofa, as to not get water in the bandage, he got changed and went to go get you from the couch.

he carefully kneeled down next to the couch and rubbed your shoulder to gently wake you up. when your eyes slowly opened and your mind was cleared of all delusions, you finally realized that it was simon infront of you, not a total stranger.

the shocked face you apparently made got a soft chuckle out him before you jumped into his arms. an ‘oof’ like noise came out of him as he fell back to the ground. your legs wrapped around his waist and pressed against his bandage earning a quiet hiss out of him as well. concerned moved through your body as you looked at him.

“what happened?” you hands cupped his face as you looked into his eyes. his hands held your waist as he gently squeezed it.

“i’m fine, just sore” he promised. you nodded and continued to hug him. your arms tighten around his neck as his arms tighten around your waist. he carefully, and somehow successfully, picked you off the ground and took you to your bedroom. simon gently set you down on the bed, then he got into the other side, cuddling up with you.

“i’m sorry i was gone so long, baby.” his hand came up to play with your hair as you laid on his chest. you looked up at him and smiled. you were always understandable about how much simon worked. it was his job and you were used to it. you did hate the thought of him getting hurt though, which is why he didn’t tell you about his injury.

your arm that laid across his abdomen, your hand softly rubbed his side. of course, it was the side with the obvious, bulky bandage on it. your hand slid across the tape before fully extending to land on the bandage itself, resulting in simon wincing once again.

you sat up abruptly, looking down at simon, who was still slightly recovering from the pain. “whats wrong?”

“nothing, love.. it’s nothing.” simon followed suit, sitting up as well. just a lot slower than you. “i promise.”

“simon,” you spoke firmly, “are you injured?”

he looked into your eyes, deciding it was best not to lie. he sighed and nodded, “yes, i got injured on my last mission, but i’m fine.”

“simon, are you kidding me?” you leaned your head back, eyes screwed shut. “what happened?”

“i got stabbed..” your eyes widened, which simon noticed very quickly, “love, i promise i’m fine.” he quickly spoke.

“simon, you got stabbed! how are you fine with that!?”

“obviously i’m not fine with it, but i handled it. i always do. you’re so worried over nothing..” he knew why you were worried. there would be a time when he didn’t come home from his job. a time where the 141 would show up at your home, carrying the rest of your boyfriends stuff, giving it to you and telling you the news. ‘we regret to inform you that simon ‘ghost’ riley has been killed in action. without his heroic selflessness, we could say that we would not be here to deliver you the flag of our country that ghost had fought so hard for.’

the thought of them showing up at your door had you in tears. you got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to wipe your eyes. you’re sniffling could be heard were simon sat, watching you. he felt terrible but he never meant to get injured and he never wanted to tell you.

“lovie, im sorry. i didn’t want to tell you cause i knew you’d feel terrible..” his soft words could barely be heard in the bathroom, but you understood. you looked over at him, wiping your remaining tears with your hand. “come here, lovie..”

his hand patted the spot next to him, where you were just laying with him. to no avail, you sat back down, not looking at him. “how bad is it?”

“it’s stitched up, but it bled a lot. not enough to make me loose consciousness though.” you nodded, moving your eyes to where his hand sat, which you could assume was right over the wound. simon noticed your staring, “it’s not a big wound, i got the son of a bitch before he could drag the knife.” he once again assured you.

another nod and you silently laid down, looking up at the ceiling. “i’m scared simon.” you whimpered.

“about what love?” simon looked down at you. your eyes closed once again and he noticed the few tears fall down your cheeks again. “oh, baby.”

he laid down next to you as your hugged him tight, you face mushed into his neck, arms carefully wrapping around his abdomen. “baby, it takes a lot to kill me.”

“i know, but-“

“no ‘buts’, im okay. i’ll be okay. i promise you. i’m not reckless and i would never try to get purposely get myself killed.” he held your face, focusing you on his words. “i promise..”

a small smile grew on your face, indicating you understood. a smile also grew on simons, which was just pure happiness and love for you. he hugged you close and you managed to fall asleep in his arms. it was late and he had woken you up from your nap before so you were still undoubtedly tired. your soft breathes managed to lull simon to sleep, too. which, again, wasn’t too hard since he was tired.

#cod mwii x reader #kibble writes cod #simon ghost riley x reader angst #simon riley angst #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cod #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #cod simon ghost riley #ghost x reader

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dadbodsandbellies · 11 months

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The author of this captions decided to stay anonymous. Enoy!

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“Oooof… hand me the oil would ya son?” He asked as he plopped down on the couch spreading his legs and undid his belt and zipper to make room for his big heavy belly to rest in between. I handed him the coconut oil and watched as he took a hand full and rubbed the sides of his big achy stomach. He was 9 months along now with quads and was due any day now. “They get bigger and bigger by the day! I don’t know how much bigger i could possibly get.” He says as he slaps both hands at the sides of his big round oily belly and rubs in big circles . “Ooh oof ungh” he grunts and moans as the babies kick and protest at the pressure of his rubbing. “You should be due any day now. Need any help?” I offered. Truth be told I enjoyed watching him sit on the couch everyday unable to get up from the size and weight of his heavy and perfectly round gut that protruded so far that he had no choice but to let it rest in between his tired legs spread out wide. In the mornings he’d eat and engorge until his belly was tight and full. After all he was eating for 5. In the afternoon I’d sit and watch tv with him and sometimes when the quads were less active I’d rest my head atop his round firm stomach while rubbing his underbelly gently to lessen the pressure. I’d help him up and he’d waddle around the house holding his heavy belly from underneath and picking it up to lessen the weight. At night he’d sit in bed and rub his belly for hours to relieve the aches and stretching until he knocked out but today he needed my assistance to reach every inch of his big round achy belly. The quads were heavy, each weighing approximately 8 pounds. “Yes please! Ugh I can only rub so much myself. Please be gentle… ohh ooof… my belly is feeling especially heavy and sensitive today.” He held his under belly and picked it up to relieve the weight of it for a few seconds and then let go and as it plopped back down it jiggled and the babies again kicked and squirmed in protest. I took the oil in my hands and eagerly walked over to his immense gut. I started with rubbing his outie belly button and then went to the top of his mound and ran my hands up and down the middle of his big pregnant stomach. His moans and grunts are what I really wanted to hear so I ignored his direction about being gentle and rigorously rubbed the sides of this big belly with a moderate amount of pressure. It was softer than it looked so I was able to really get in there. “Ooohhh it hurts… ugghh… but it feels so good…don’t stop…. keep rubbing… ohhh the babies hate it…. ohhh wow ughhhng” he moaned and grunted in pain and pleasure. I enjoyed rubbing this big ball of a belly until his tight skin absorbed all the oil. “How was that?” I said as I gave the last rub and took one hand away and gave him a couple pats in the middle of his belly followed by a playful slap at the top of his ginormous ball gut. “That felt amazing. But… ooof..Babies didn’t like it from the looks of it” the quads kicked and made his belly bounce and sway and jiggle. "Ahh! Oh! Ooof… oh… I think it’s time" he screamed in pain as he held his now tightening ball gut. “Time for what !? They’re coming? Was I too rough???” "I don’t know but I feel my belly tightening up! Ahhh!“ He roared in agony. I didn’t know how to deliver! Wtf was I supposed to do? So I stripped his pants off and helped him lay down on the carpet. He held his big belly and clenched at the side and under of his giant mound in pain. His belly was tightening up. I gave it a quick poke and it was hard as a rock. Suddenly I heard a gush of liquid. His water broke. “Help me!!! Tell me when to push! Oh god please son you’ve gotta deliver the quads!ahhh ohhh..! ” he screamed. I took a look and could see the first head crowning. “You’re crowning! Push! Push now! Hard!” "I can’t! It’s too much pressure it hurts!“ So I helped him push. I pressed down as hard as I could on his big hard stomach full of life until I could feel the first of the babies. I helped push them all out one…by…one.

#bigbelly dad #dadbod #big belly men #mpreg #gay gainer #bigbelly men

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pholla-jm · 4 months

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Stronger Now

lol, I found this deep in my WIP's. IMAGINE: STRONGER NOW ~ SANJI X SIBLING!READER GENRE: ANGST/FLUFF cw: during sabaody archipelago arc. also touches sanji's past. talk of slavery and child abuse. not proof read. first person p.o.v **************

"Everything will be okay... everything will be okay." Is what I say every single time I'm put onto that stage. However, I knew that nothing would be okay. Whenever I'm put onto the stage, I worry for who is going to buy me next. How the next person is going to treat me... which would be shit.

I don't regret what I did to receive this type of life. If I had a choice to redo anything it would be to help my younger brother sooner. I haven't seen him almost eleven years, and I hope wherever he is at he is alive and well.

My younger brother Sanji, one of the sweetest people I know, did not deserve the torment he went through. Especially from our father or any of our siblings.

The sound of my shoes hitting the ground is the only thing I could hear throughout the stone walls of the castle I currently resided in. I was currently searching for Sanji, wondering what he was doing since I haven't seen him in awhile.

I suddenly hear a loud crash followed by some crying. I could hear some other voices, four voices to be exact. I didn't need to hear anything more to know what was going on. I quickly followed the voices and soon I was greeted with the sight of Yonji beating Sanji up.

"Hey!" I shout walking over to the three males and picking all of them up by the back of the collar, "what do you think you're doing?!" "We caught Sanji cooking again-" Ichiji starts but I cut him off. "So you beat him up for it? I told you many times-" "I don't care what you say! Sanji is weak!"

I raise my eyebrow at his response, irritation and anger filling my veins. No matter how much I want to hit them, I won't. I refuse to hit a kid, no matter how much they deserve it. Instead, I drop all three of them on the ground. Each one landing on their bum with a 'oof'.

"Go on, get out of here. Next time I catch you hurting Sanji, there will be dire consequences."

All three of them got up and started to leave, each of them mumbling how one day they would be stronger than me and beat me up. Hah, like that day would ever come.

"What's going on here?" I hear Judge, or rather father, say. I look over to see him glowering down at me, and right next to him was my younger sister, Reiju.

I immediately feel Sanji go behind my legs, gripping onto them. I place my hand on the back of his head, comforting him.

"None of your business."

One would think that a father wouldn't support his kids hurting each other, but he was the opposite. I hated the fact he didn't claim Sanji on his own just because he considered him weak.

"It is my business girl." "It will be your business when you actually start caring for you children." "I do care for them, not for that one though."

I scowl at him, disgusted with him. I can't believe half of his DNA is in me.

"Then it's none of your business. Let's go Sanji." I say turning around and grabbing his hand. "You won't be able to protect him forever. Once you're married off, you're never allowed in this building."

I grimace at his words. That's right, he set up a marriage for me. I don't even know the guy, this marriage is just for Judge's convenience. I ignore him and continue to walk with Sanji to my room where I have some medical stuff for him.

I look down at Sanji, his face set in a frown. Now I could see all the bruises and bumps on him caused from his brothers. "What's the matter Sanji?" I ask him. He looks up at me, with tears in his eyes, "you're going to leave me one day."

"Actually," I say before sitting him down on my counter so I could grab some bandages, "I think you're going to leave before me. But I'll always be with you. Even if I'm physically not here, I'll be here." I say pointing to his heart.

I start to clean his cuts and put ointments on his bruises.

He looks at me confused, "how will you be in my heart?" I laugh at him, "no silly. I won't be in there physically. Metaphorically. No matter where you're at, I'll always love you and I'll be in your memory." "But I want you to stay with me forever." I give him a sad smile, knowing that things won't turn out that way, "I know... I know."

Honestly where I'm at right now is a lot better than being married off to some guy I don't know. If I was married right now, I would probably be tied down with children and never allowed to leave the house. Huh, now actually that I'm thinking about it, both situations are the same. Either way, I ended up a slave.

I close my eyes, letting the darkness overtake me. I was definitely going to need rest for what was going to happen next. Auctions were so tiring and it drained a lot of energy out of me.

"Why do you protect him? He's so weak." Reiju asks me while I continue to write in my journal. Besides Sanji, I can tolerate Reiju sometimes. I place down my pencil at her question and close the journal. "One day he won't be weak. But just because someone is weak, doesn't give someone the right to pick on them. If you are strong, then it is your duty to protect the weak." Reiju tilts her head, "why?" "Well wouldn't you want someone to help you if you were weak?" Reiju hums in thought. "If we help someone out while they are weak, they in turn will become stronger later. They will help aid other people. That person will never forget the kindness and will return the favor later if needed."

"Ah," Reiju smiles up at me, "you're so smart (y/n)." I smile back at her and ruffle her hair, "where's Sanji anyway?" Her smile immediately goes into a frown making me worry. "Father put him in the dungeons."

"What?!" I immediately get up and start to rush around the room, gathering some things. "What are you doing?" She asks. "It doesn't matter. It's pass your bedtime though. You should get going to bed." "But-" "Now."

Reiju sighs and leave my room. I continue to stuff things in a bag, including the journal I was previously writing in. Once I leave my room, I go out to grab a lantern knowing that Sanji was scared of the dark.

I quickly make my way towards where the dungeons at, careful not to be seen by the guards. Once I pass them I can immediately hear the cries of my younger brother. The sounds causing my heart to clench.

"Father please, I'm sorry. It's so dark down here. Please let me out." I bite my lip to suppress any tears from escaping. I hate this so much. Once I calm down my emotions, I pull out a match and light up the lantern.

"It is pretty dark down here, huh Sanji?" I ask once I'm able to see him.

There he was placed behind the bars with a metal helmet on him so I could only see his eyes. He had tears flowing down his face, but once he saw me his tears immediately dried up.

"(y/n)!" "Shh!" I say placing a finger on my lips and he nods his head. Once I'm in front of him, I kneel down in front of him. "I'm so sorry Sanji..." I whisper grabbing onto his hand. "It's not your fault..." He whispers back clenching onto my hand. "I'm going to help you, okay? But you have to listen to everything I say."

He immediately nods his head. I let go of his hand and bring both of my hands up to the helmet that was stuck on him. "Relax." I tell him as I put my fingers in the helmet, facing away from him. I applied pressure the metal bending in the opposite direction until it broke. The broken pieces clunked on the floor and I could now see Sanji's full face. His eyes were wide as he looked at me.

"There's that handsome face." I say pinching his cheek causing him to blush and swat my hand away. I laugh at his reaction before standing up, "did I hurt you?" I ask a little worried. He shook his head, "no... you're so strong." He says with wonder.

"I bet one day, you'll be stronger than me though. Stand back." I tell him and he listens to my orders.

I grab two of the metal bars and push against them so there was enough space for Sanji to get through. "You really think so?" He asks and I nod my head, "I know so."

"Come here." I say waving him over and he doesn't waste another second to wrap his arms around my waist. His head resting right on my stomach. I place my hands on his back. I really wish I could stay like this forever. I just want to protect my little brother as long as I could, which is why I have to do this.

"Let's go Sanji." "Where are we going?" He asks, but I don't answer him.

I walk over to one of the walls, punching the cobble wall. The stones fall easily to the ground causing a sliver of daylight to sneak into the room. The sun was rising, which meant the ship should be here soon.

"(y/n), where are we going?" He asks as I drag him across the ship. There was already an island that I could see. A island that father was attacking. There was bound to be another ship nearby where I could get him to safety. "Stop asking questions."

I didn't hear anything else from him.

It took a while for the fighting to stop, but neither of us were spotted which was good. I saw a ship from a far.

"There," I say pointing to the ship, "go on there okay? There are wonderful people on there that will take care of you." "Huh?" Sanji looks at me confused, "what's going on?" "I know you want to be a cook Sanji. You have a gift and if you stay here, you won't be able to fulfill your dreams." "B-but" "You want to find the All Blue, don't you?" His eyes widen at my words and tears start to well up in his eyes. "Come with me." He says but I shake my head. "I can't. Just go, Sanji!"

Tears now fell down his face and loud sobs escaped his lips. I put my bag over his shoulder and turn him back around the ship, "the sea is a big place. You're going to meet some people that love you more than your family ever did. So stop crying and just go!" I push him towards the ship trying to stop the tears running down my face.

Sanji must of realized that I was right and continued to run towards the ship while crying. Hearing his cries only made my cries worse.

"Stay safe, Sanji."

After that, the rest was history. Once Judge found out what I did and the damage I caused, he immediately disowned me. He realized that he couldn't marry me off since I wasn't technically a Vinsmoke anymore. That combined with the fact he couldn't look at me any more, he sold me off to be a slave. I don't regret what happened though. I would happily do it again. The look of anger on his face was very pleasing to me.

"Hey, get up. You're up next." Someone shook me and pushed me towards the stage.

Well here we go.

I was pushed onto the stage where the announcer immediately started bidding for a price for me. It didn't take long with a bid of 3,000,000 bellis. I was so used to this that I didn't hear the small commotion that was going on in the crowd.

Right after me was a mermaid, which I knew she was going to be placed for a high amount. I was right, of course, with 500,000,000 bellis. She was about to be pushed off the stage until there was a loud crash. Two men burst into the building, one of them punching a celestial dragon and punching another person. Soon a commotion erupted throughout the room causing everyone to run and destruction to follow.

What the hell is going on?

"(y/n)!" I heard someone shout my name and I was soon grabbed. I let out a small scream from shock and closed my eyes. I didn't know who was grabbing me, but I didn't fight back just in case it was one of the buyers. "(Y/n)?! Is that you? Please look at me!"

The voice was familiar causing me to slowly open my eyes and look up at the person who was holding my arm. I squint my eyes at the guy. The blonde hair covering one eye, and a swirly eyebrow. It couldn't be....

"Sanji?"

A large smile is now placed on his face and his arms wrap around me, spinning me around. "What are you doing here? How did you end up like this?" He asks me as soon as he places me down. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you're safe! I'm so happy to know that you didn't die out there." I smile at him.

I was a bit confused to why he was frowning at me.

"(y/n)," He says. "What is it?" "I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm a lot stronger now. You don't have to hide things from me."

The smile falters from my face, "oh."

That's right. He is grown now. Sanji sighs, "just because I'm older and stronger now doesn't mean I still don't need you."

"Once my crewmates find the keys, I'll get you out of this." He says pointing at the collar around my neck. "Thanks." I say pulling wrists outwards so the chains could break. I do the same thing with the chains wrapped around my ankles.

"So, you're on a crew now?" "Yeah... we have a lot of catching up to do." He says patting my head, just like I used to do when he was a kid.

"From now on, I'll protect you."

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Bloody desire

Aemond Targaryen x Petite!Female!Reader

Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Explicit (somewhat rough) sex, the reader is described as small, and canon typical violence and misogyny

Word count: 3.4k

Synopsis: You are captured and held for ransom, will your husband be able to save you?

Author’s note: I absolutely could not stop thinking about Aemond covered in blood from killing people in my defense so.... this is what happened sorry not sorry lmao

Aemond Masterlist

It was only supposed to be a short trip to your nearest relative.

Aemond had been adamant that he come with you but you promised him it would be fine. It was only a short trip after all and he was busy with his current duties, so it only made sense for you to go without him.

You did miss him dearly the whole time you were gone, however. You couldn’t return home to him soon enough and your eagerness led you to cut the trip short.

He sent you with ten of his most trusted guards and still it was not enough.

You screamed as the men took you and killed every one of your protectors.

They silenced you quickly with a blow to your head and you immediately lost consciousness.

When you woke, your mind was muddled.

You were thrown over a broad shoulder and the person that carried you walked swiftly.

“Aemond?” you croaked out.

You felt a wave of nausea and kept your eyes closed. Why did your head hurt so bad? You groaned.

Perhaps you had too much to drink and Aemond was carrying you off to bed.

A spiteful laugh you were not at all familiar with rumbled in the chest your legs were pressed against.

You blinked your eyes open and as you saw that you were not in the halls of the Red Keep and instead in a forest, it all came rushing back to you.

You screamed and kicked your feet and wiggled in an attempt to be released from the grip of your captor. You pounded your fists against the man’s back as you continued to struggle.

“Stop that now,” a gruff voice yelled at you and a hand smacked the back of your leg.

You gasped in pain.

“Let me go!” you cried out.

Your stomach churned and threatened to relieve itself in the form of vomit.

“Shut up,” said the man.

“I demand you put me down,” you yelled.

The man groaned and suddenly dropped you onto the ground like a sack of potatoes.

“Oof,” you lost your breath as you landed harshly on your backside.

You looked up in fear at the large terrifying man.

“W-why have you taken me?”

The man once again laughed, the laugh malicious.

He looked over and you saw he had companions, all as rugged looking as he was.

You counted six men in total.

Fear nearly stopped your heart.

“Well, we’re bandits that make our living from stealing from those who travel this road. And as luck would have it we stumbled upon something even better,” he said and the look in his eyes turned your blood cold.

Some of the other men chuckled.

Your breaths became shallow and quick.

“You traveled with the King's Guards. At first we didn’t know who you were. You don’t look like a Targaryen, do you?” he sneered at you.

One of the other men piped up, “But then I remembered. Prince Aemond recently got himself a pretty little wife.”

The urge to vomit came once again.

“So, Princess,” the first man spoke again, “we’ll present your ransom to the king and if it’s paid you will be returned safely home.”

You didn’t believe him.

“He’ll kill you all,” you croaked out, your throat dry with terror.

“Who, the king?” one of them asked and they all laughed.

“My husband, you dullards,” you snipped.

They all laughed again.

The man who was carrying you leaned down and got close enough to your face that you could smell his rotting breath.

“He’ll never find us, Princess,” he crooned.

You jerked back but suddenly two men were behind you and yanked you to your feet with a tight grip on both your arms.

“Let’s keep moving,” he ordered.

One of the men bound your hands together with rope while the other held your arms so you couldn’t fight against him.

“Bind her feet as well,” the man in charge ordered. “I don’t want her kicking me again.”

They did as they were bid and you were thrown over the man’s shoulder once again.

They walked all day and well into the night.

Though you didn’t walk yourself, instead you were passed between the men who all took turns carrying you, you were exhausted.

“We’ll camp here. No fire,” the one in charge ordered and you were once again unceremoniously plopped onto the ground.

“Ugh.”

“You’re on first watch,” the larger one said to one of the men as he shoved on his chest.

Two of the men pulled out more rope from a pack one of them carried and tied you to the trunk of a tree, the rope too tight around your stomach.

“It’s not like I can run with my feet tied together,” you muttered.

One of the men with very few teeth grinned at you. “Would you rather share my bedroll with me?”

You shuttered and looked away.

He laughed cruelly before he and his companion walked away.

“Can’t we have a little bit of fun with her?” you heard one man complain to the larger man in charge.

“No, you idiot. If we just ransom her we can make it out of this alive but if we hurt her…. the one eyed prince is a cruel man to his enemies, do you not remember the stories?”

He nodded and sighed. He grumbled something else but you couldn’t quite hear him well enough to make it out.

You let out the breath you were holding in relief.

Once all the men but the one on watch fell asleep you finally let the tears fall as you looked up at the sky.

You kept your crying quiet so as to not wake anyone or get the attention of the man on guard.

You looked at the stars and wished you could make out Vaghar’s form in the sky.

You yearned for the warm safety and comfort of Aemond’s arms.

How long would it take him to figure out that you were missing?

You could imagine his rage when he was told you had been taken, and found it was strangely comforting.

Your prince was a protective and possessive man and had never let anyone hurt you. Violence was second nature to him when it came to protecting your honor.

With your thoughts full of your husband, you finally drifted off to sleep.

You were woken by a rough hand that shoved on your shoulder.

“Wake up, Princess,” a gruff voice ordered. The way he spat out your title was in juxtaposition to the gentle and loving way Aemond always said it.

“Ugh,” you groaned.

Your back ached from sleeping sitting up tied to a tree.

Gods, you missed your Aemond and the gentle way he would wake you on days when he had extra time. Long fingers he grazed up and down your skin as his perfect lips pressed to your neck.

Your captor untied the rope that fastened you to the tree and you stood on tentative feet.

“Let’s go,” the man said and you resisted the urge to snip something back to him.

The day brought monotony, it was nearly the same as the day before, the men walked and you were carried.

You quickly tired of hearing their disgusting conversations and tuned them out as you thought of more pleasant thoughts, most of them about Aemond.

As night began to fall you came upon a small cave.

“We’ll camp here,” a gruff voice ordered.

It was only large enough to fit a handful of people so most of the men camped outside.

You pressed yourself against the rock, as far away from others as you could.

There would be no running away tonight either, there were far too many men between you and the exit of the cave.

Your wrists were chafed and aching from the rope that still tied them together.

You settled and watched the men set up camp.

You were grateful for the shelter from the wind that the cave offered but loathed that you could not see the night sky.

There were no tears to shed this night, only exhaustion and the relief from your waking nightmare that sleep offered.

In your dreams Aemond kissed you gently as he made love to you and reassurances dripped from his perfectly shaped lips.

You woke with a start.

It was still dark outside and you couldn’t figure out what woke you.

Then you saw a dark hooded figure. The person darted swiftly from the cover of the woods and slit the throat of the man on watch before he could alert anyone.

You covered your mouth with your still bound hands to muffle your gasp.

The man looked up and your breath quickened as you recognized the sharp planes of your husband’s face.

A razor sharp smile was upon his lips as he lifted a finger to them to warn you to stay quiet.

“Do not look,” he mouthed to you as he shook his head.

You nodded as tears filled your eyes at the sight of your rescuer.

You turned your head and wished you could drown out the quiet but unmistakable sound of Aemond’s dagger as he cut through the men one by one.

You whipped your head around as a man yelled out.

“Shit,” Aemond muttered as he slit his throat as well.

The three remaining men between you and Aemond woke and began yelling as they charged him.

He pulled his sword from its sheath at his trim waist and engaged two of the men while the other lunged for you.

You squealed as the man yanked you off your feet and against his body.

Aemond’s attention darted to you and he snarled as one of the men took advantage of his distraction and cut his arm.

He ran his sword through the man’s stomach and then kicked him as he yanked the sword out of him.

He twirled and blocked the other man’s sword before he could put it through his back.

The man holding you pulled out a dagger and held it to your throat.

You quit your attempts to fight your way out of his arms as the cool steel brushed your skin.

Aemond bested the man before him and looked up at you and your captor.

His chest heaved as he glared at the man who held you.

His lip curled in anger and disgust as he growled out, “Let her go.”

Blood coated his hands and was splattered across his torso and face, even across his eyepatch.

His hood had fallen off his head in the tussle and his snow white hair was mottled with the bright red blood of the men he had slain in your defense. His blue eye was molten with fiery rage.

You whimpered softly with need to be in his arms.

His eye flickered to you then back to the man with the knife to your throat who took a shuddering fearful breath as he took in the glorious savagery of your husband.

“I will not ask again,” he demanded, his voice rough and low.

“T-the plan was just to put her up for ransom,” the man stuttered out.

Aemond smirked devilishly. “Release her and I will reward you with your life. An offer your companions did not receive.”

“You swear it?” the man asked, his voice shaky.

Aemond nodded slowly, his lips pressed together in barely repressed rage.

“Deal,” the man said as he lowered his knife and shoved you towards your husband.

Aemond threw his sword to the side as he stepped forward and caught you against his chest before you could fall.

You looked up at him but his gaze was not on you as he held you tight against his body with an arm around your waist.

He was still carefully watching the man across from the two of you while one hand was on the dagger at his belt.

“Run, before I change my mind and kill you. Tell others what happens if anyone dares lay a hand on my wife,” Aemond said and the words dripped from his lips like acid.

You watched your captor scramble away and when you turned back to Aemond his gaze was intense upon your face.

He placed a large hand on your cheek and you didn’t care that he smeared blood on you as his lips crashed into yours.

You melted into his embrace but he pulled back all too quickly.

He rested his forehead against yours.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked and concern strained his voice.

You nodded as tears started to spill from your eyes.

He leaned down and kissed the tears from your cheeks.

“Did they hurt you?” he asked softly as he took your hands in his and cut the robes that bound them together with his dagger.

“No,” you said, and your voice trembled with emotion as he knelt before you and cut the ropes around your ankles as well.

You ran your fingers through his tangled and blood soaked hair.

As he stood to his full height again as he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back deeply and desperately.

“Aemond,” you whimpered as he ended the kiss.

He gently grasped your wrist and pressed a soft kiss to the bruise there.

You rested your other hand on his arm and he hissed sharply in pain.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” you gasped out but he waved your worries away.

“It is nothing, truly,” he said.

You shook your head. “Let me see,” you asked.

He reluctantly shucked off his overcoat and let you examine the wound.

It was not thankfully not too deep.

“Hand me your dagger,” you said as you held out your hand to him.

“Is the arm truly unsaveable?” he teased and you rolled your eyes but the small smile on your lips showed your amusement and he smirked triumphantly.

You took his dagger, lifted your skirts, and cut a strip of fabric that was clean enough.

“They did not touch you?” he asked gently as you worked.

“No, they feared your retribution too much,” you said.

You wrapped the fabric tightly around the wound.

“Good,” he said darkly, his voice low and dangerous.

“That will work well enough for now,” you said and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you, my love,” he said as he put his coat back on.

“No, thank you, dear husband,” you said as you gripped his hands and tears filled your eyes again.

“Shhh,” he said as he pulled you into his embrace again.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest.

“There is nothing to thank me for. You are mine and I will always protect you,” he said, his voice so full of love you felt another wave of tears overcome you.

You didn’t care that you were now covered in blood as he was, the comfort of your husband’s arms soothed the raging turmoil in your soul that had been there for days.

He held you and rubbed a hand up and down your back until your tears finally ceased.

He pulled back enough to look in your eyes.

“Let us go home,” he said.

But you surged up and pressed your mouth to his, messily and hungrily as you intertwined your fingers in his hair.

He groaned into your mouth as he tried to pull back but you used it as a way to tangle your tongue with his.

“Need you to make me yours,” you practically begged as his grip on you tightened.

He growled in frustration as his self control snapped and he backed you up enough that your back hit the rock wall.

“You are never leaving my side again,” he groaned out as he gripped your hips and lifted you up.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist as he used the wall behind you as leverage to hold you up.

“Never again,” you panted and he kissed you, deeply and messily as he claimed your mouth.

“You’re mine,” he said as his bloodsoaked hand roamed under your skirt and ripped your panties off, tearing the fabric.

“Yours, yours, only yours,” you gasped as your fingers scrambled to unlace his pants and free his hard cock.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked as you finally gripped him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined and he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

He adjusted you slightly before he slid himself fully into your wet heat.

You both groaned in pleasure as he filled you.

“Tell me, little wife, did you become this wet as you watched me kill for you?” he asked as if he already knew the answer, his voice again low and dangerous.

You whimpered in embarrassment as you hid your face in his neck.

“Tell me,” he ordered as he punctuated his words with harsh thrusts.

“Yes,” you whined and bit his neck to get him back for making you admit it.

He hissed and placed his hand lightly around your throat as he brought your lips to his once again.

You moaned as you clenched down on him as he continued a brutal pace that had you keening.

“Fucking perfect,” he said through clenched teeth.

You slid your hands to his arms and gripped the strong muscles there as he continued to move inside you.

“Aemond,” you moaned as he hit the spot inside you that made you see stars.

He groaned your name as you gasped.

“Fill me, my husband, make me yours truly,” you whimpered as you neared your peak.

He growled as he came and pulled you to the edge with him.

You moaned his name as your release and his filled you.

He panted as he pressed his lips to yours.

“My perfect little wife,” he murmured as he kissed your tears, this time from overwhelming pleasure, away.

He gently pulled out of you and placed you back down.

Your legs felt unsteady as you attempted to stand on shaky legs and fixed your skirt.

He chuckled pridefully as he watched you.

You pulled him down for one more kiss.

“I love you,” you said softly as you stared into his pretty blue eye.

“And I love you,” he said as he took your hand and led you through the woods towards where Vaghar was waiting for the two of you.

When you arrived back at the Red Keep, Aemond helped you climb off Vaghar’s saddle with large hands on your waist.

Alicent was there waiting and gasped as she took in your disheveled state.

Blood and dirt smeared over the two of you, the bottom of your skirt was in tatters, you surely looked as filthy as you felt, and though she didn’t know it you had no underwear and Aemond’s seed was sticky as it ran between your thighs.

“Are you alright, my dear?” she asked desperately as she pulled you into her arms.

“I’m okay,” you reassured her as you hugged her back.

She pulled back to look at you as she cradled your cheeks in her hands.

“Were you hurt?” she asked.

“No, I am unharmed,” you reassured and it seemed she finally remembered to breathe.

She reached behind you and grasped Aemond’s hand and gripped it tight.

“I am so relieved the both of you are safe and home once again,” she said.

“As am I,” you said and she nodded as she smiled at you.

“Mother, I do believe my wife needs a bath and some rest now,” he said gently.

She nodded and released the both of you.

Aemond immediately wrapped his arm around waist and held you tight.

It seemed you were going to be kept close and held tight by the Targaryens for the foreseeable future. You were happy with that prospect.

Aemond led you to your shared rooms where a servant had already prepared a bath and left food out for the two of you.

He dismissed your handmaiden and all others from your rooms.

He carefully unclothed you and led you to the bath.

“Get in with me,” you asked sweetly and he complied with a soft smile.

With tender kisses and gentle hands, you scrubbed one another clean and he even let you wash his hair like you loved to do.

Then your husband led you to the bed and pressed soft kisses to each bruise left on your body by the terrifying ordeal.

Because he always knew what you needed, Aemond made love to you, slowly and gently.

When you woke the next morning in his arms, content, safe, and sated, the terror of the previous days felt like a distant memory.

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