Warning: hardcore impregnation kink, possession, dirty talk, vaginal sex, basically a major creampie bro.
A/N: I’m going through major baby fever, so please enjoy my imagination
You felt Jungkook’s hands press roughly into your hips as he pounded you from behind. The sound of your husband’s groans and whiny sounds filling the air as your face was pushed into the mattress.
“You like the way that feels baby?“ He asked as you gripped onto your marital sheets. You tried to nod, your words failing you but your back being bent unnaturally stopping you. “Oh god baby” He moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him. You squeezed around him again unconsciously causing him to buck harshly into you, the angle causing him to kiss the base of your cervix, a shiver running down your spine as you let out a wanton moan. The movement caused Jungkook to pause. You grew worried and tried looking back only to see the man you called yours with his eyes shut, head tilted as you watched him breathe through his nose heavily almost as if to keep himself sane. You called out to him with a weak call of his name catching his attention breaking him from the trance he was in, you watched his eyelids open slightly, his usual coffee coloured eyes now a lustful black eyeing your sweaty body.
“fuck” He let out as his eyes moved from you to where the both of you were joined, his cock twitching slightly at the filthy ideas running through his head. “Look forward again for me baby” He breathed out, his voice an octave deeper causing a submissive whine to catch at your throat before turning. His hands gripped your hips even rougher, this time his nails digging into your skin before pulling his hips back slowly and bucking back into you, knocking the air from your lungs. He repeated this before your body started fluttering around him again and all his thoughts began to slip from his mouth.
“Fuck baby wanna fill you up so badly, so f-fucking badly” He moaned as he pounded into you roughly. You moaned in response which only urged him on even more.
“Wanna cum so deep in you baby, wanna fill you with my seed pretty girl” He rambled as he threw his head back losing himself in you. “Jungkook please” You whined not knowing what you were even asking for.
“You want it too baby hmm? want me to fill you up and knock you up?” He pressed, his words sending a shock into your system at the thought of him getting you pregnant. It’s not like you both hadn’t talked about it, babies were a subject you just both silently agreed on that when it happens, it happens and apparently for Jungkook it needed to happen now. “God beautiful I’m gonna put a baby in you, would you like that hmm? like my cock hitting your womb baby” He asked, his voice straining at the end.
“Answer me baby, wanna hear you say it” He groaned as his hand sneaked between your thighs and started began rubbing harshly at your clit. You tried to figure out what was going on in your head but the mixture of Jungkook’s fingers pressed against your clit and his cock hitting your cervix was too much for you. You could feel your climax literally on the tip of your tongue but the thought was stopped the minute you felt a harsh slap on your clit sending your hips to jolt forward. “Baby-I told you-to answer me” He punctuated with harsh thrusts. You gasped, your eyes filling with tears as you tried lifting your head to give him what he wanted.
“J-jungkook please, fill me with your cum, want your b-baby in me, make me yours” You gasped out, his shit eating grin practically beaming even if you couldn’t see it.
“That’s right baby, you’re fucking mine” He growled, his fingers back on your clit his hips angling to press even deeper into you. “Can’t wait to show you off, all big and round with my baby” He whined, his orgasm catching up to him as yours hit you. Now you’ve never experienced a vaginal orgasm but with the way Jungkook’s cock hit the end of you, your body just went into overdrive. You felt like it was everywhere, causing your body to shake underneath Jungkook like a leaf in an aggressive wind. The feeling of your walls convulsing around him aggressively had Jungkook growling as hips forced his cock into you. “Gonna cum baby, g-gonna cum and fill you. take it, fucking take it- Fuck!” He let out as he pressed into you till you could practically feel him in your stomach, The heat of his orgasm filling you to breaking point. You let out small whines as Jungkook moved his hips slowly milking his orgasm “so deep, so fucking deep” He whispered as he watched his softening cock fuck his cum back into you.
“You good baby?” He asked breathless as he fell down next to you. You slumped your body down, wincing at the aftershock. “Ask me again in nine months” You breathed still catching your breath, your eyes closing but not missing the way he beamed at your words.
Extra
“Kook, what did you do to Y/N, she looks so pale lately” Hoseok asked as he plopped down next to the younger, the boys weekly catch up at your home.
“Yeah, I offered her the left over eggs from my plate and she literally gagged and ran off” Jin pitched in as snatched the remote away from Taehyung before scolding him.
“You have a talent for making Yoongi want the craziest of things. Such as eat sour candy or take a strap up his butt.
Alternatively: A story about how you pegged your husband.”
Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre:Smut, married life!AU, domestic!AU
Warnings:sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, first time trying out pegging, spooning, hand holding, oral (m.recieving), rimjobs, anal fingering, body worshipping, praise, they are in love, Yoongi being a shy cutie
Wordcount:8.2k
a/n:y’all Min Yoongi’s ass though. Also lmao I put way too much effort into this header hsfh I even made the lil peach jsjdj I hope you guys enjoy this lil story, I had a blast working on it
You and your husband had a routine at night. First shared dinner on the couch and some Netflix. Then separate showers, but shared brushing off your teeth. And then you both crawl back into your little corners of the house and do the things introverts do when they are alone. Which in your case was catching up with all your favourite Youtubers while doing relaxing yoga stretches. And in your husband’s case was music, be it write it, listen to it or make it.
And then one, sometimes two, hours later you meet in bed again, lying next to each other and looking through your phones and sharing perfect silence.
Then one of you would stop looking at their phone first and lie down to sleep. You would kiss the other on the lips and wish them a good night before rolling over and closing your eyes.
It was the perfect night time routine for you and your husband liked it too. It was calm and relaxing and with the right amount of shared domestic loveliness.
Tonight it was your turn to give up first. You place down your turned off phone on the nightstand and move to face your husband. He hasn’t noticed you yet, having his back turned to you and resting in his favourite position as he looks through his phone. Fatal position with his left hand lodged between his knees. It makes him look so small and tiny and you think he is very cute like that. You shimmy closer, draping your arm across his waist and cuddling into his back.
At that he reacts, purring deeply. He sneaks a short glance your way.
“I’m tired”, you tell him.
“Mhm-hm, do you mind if I stay on the phone a little longer?” he asks, putting his phone down for now. He turns in your arms just enough that he can look at you when you are speaking.
“Of course not”, you say and lean closer to peck his soft lips, “but I’m off now.“
“Okay. Sleep tight, beautiful”, he says, kissing your lips.
“You too, handsome”, you say, pecking his lips one last time before dropping your head into the pillows and burying your face into his hair.
You sigh happily and close your eyes. He is already looking into his phone again, features glowing blue from the display while his back is getting warmed up by your body.
Perfect. He is so warm and cuddly and smells so nice. This is the perfect way to fall asleep. Now all you need to do is relax and stop your brain from concentrating on his butt. It is so round and warm and snug against your crotch. Has it always been that round and warm and snug?
You shift a little, rubbing your groin against his butt as you move. It is seriously so round and warm and snug. And so squishy.
You reach out and touch the side of his hip. You wiggle back and forth. So round. You roll against him. There is so much butt against your groin right now. You squeeze his hip and roll against him again. So much butt.
“What are you doing?” Yoongi breaks the silence, carrying slight amusement in his deep voice.
I love this so much. The communication, the trust, the way that they both are so dedicated to pleasing one another and trying things out. I seriously seriously read this back-to-back twice because I adore the chemistry they have. LOVE.
Wow, thank you so so much!! Gosh, I’m so happy right now!! It truly makes me so happy to know that you love their relationship so much :( thank you so much for reading (it twice wooow)
“Jungkook lets out a breathy moan, fisting the sheets. His breathing doesn’t calm down after he made the sound, his eyes race behind his eyelids. You know what that means and it turns you on so much. Your touch was enough to help Jungkook have a wet dream. Your sweet bunnyboy is getting fucked in his dreams while in reality you are the one helping him with keeping the sensations as realistic as possible.
Alternatively: Jungkook wakes after dreaming of getting pegged, only to realise that his dream is quite literally his sweet reality.”
a/n: I have to stop thinking up all those pegging scenarios, it’s not good for my health also this is obviously the aaol!couple, duh. Enjoy my sweeties, because I sure as hell did (I am serious, this is one of those stories I wrote in one sitting because I was feeling it so much)
You wake before your fiancé, enjoying the tranquil silence of your bedroom. His breathing is calm this morning, audible enough for you to find comfort in it. In the distance the traffic is busy, but with your windows closed, it sounds like faraway whispers of a city.
It is brighter than usual in your room. You know it to be the product of last night’s laziness when you deemed it too exhausting to fully close the blinds. You don’t particularly mind that the sunlight peeks into your room. You feel refreshed and your eyes are vast of heaviness. Perhaps in some weird way, the light feels nice to have. Like this you are able to look at your love’s handsome face.
Jungkook is facing you, resting on his stomach while his cheek is squished against his pillow. His lips are parted and against his flawless skin his dark lashes rest quite beautifully. You think he looks eternal like this, reaching out to caress his cheek with the back of your hand. His skin is soft and slightly cold. You blame it on the bedroom air and his entire back being out.
“Look at you sweets, all out of the covers”, you murmur under your breath as you make sure to tug him in, “there we go, now you’re warm again”, you say and give his ear a soft kiss.
Then you rest back again. Jungkook looks happier and cosier now. He even goes so far as to smile in his sleep.
“My handsome man”, you whisper, tracing his face with your fingertip. You are so lucky. You have truly hit the jackpot of life.
Jungkook nuzzles into the pillow and licks over his lips. He looks so peaceful that you feel sleepiness overcome you. You scoot closer and allow your fingers to find their resting spot on his upper back. Then you close your eyes, allowing that sweet sleepiness to wash over your body.
After a fateful day in an Egyptian tomb, things have never been the same for Jungkook, or you, after a certain vengeful god decided to make him its fist.
Genre: Angst, Actiony, Romance, F2L UWU
Pairing: Moon Knight!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Swearing,Violence, Blood, Death of Major and Minor Characters. Body Horror.Talk of what its like to die.SMUT.
Word Count: 1179
Note:Jungkook will not be having DID in this fic. Khonshu has had many avatars over the millenia and I’m pretty sure Marc is the only one that has DID. Although there will be some slight overlap between Marc and Jungkook such as mercenary work.
I apologise for my shitty photoshop, my partner who does freelance design tried to help. Needless to say photoshoping is hard. In fact other than Jungkook, my partner did this whole little banner.
Jungkook had just wrestled his assailant off him when he saw your neck get sliced open by the undead thing’s nails. It was ugly, jagged, like it had been trying to tear your throat out. Time seemed to stop then, when the thing let go, your body falling to the ground as he just watched in shock.
“Y/N!”
This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening.
And then time kickstarted again and he was seeing red. He jumped up to his feet and grabbed the creature closest to him and thrust it face first into the wall, its head exploding from the shear force behind the action, covering his hand in viscera that splattered on to him as well. The next one, the one with your blood on its hands leaped onto his back, trying to rip and tear its way through his suit but failing. Jungkook flipped it over his shoulder and onto the floor, stomping into its chest cavity, crushing its heart beneath his boot. For extra measure, he took one of his crescent blades and hacked at the thing’s neck until it had separated from its body.
His breathing was ragged when he finally stopped, dropping his blade to rush over to where you lay unmoving. His mask dissolved away.
“No no no.” His hands hovered over you, unsure of what to do before pulling up into his arms, he called forth Khonshu’s power to heal and watched as… nothing happened. “Khonshu! Why isn’t it working? Heal her please!” He pleaded.
“She is beyond my reach, my son.”
“Bullshit. You brought me back. Bring her back too. Bring her back!”
“That’s because I chose you for my avatar. I can only have one at a time.”
“Then make her your avatar! Take this power and bring her back to me!”
“… You know she would never agree to that.”
Jungkook wailed, holding you tighter and trying again to revive you, tears falling freely as he pressed his head to yours, “Please, please, if there are any other gods out there, any listening, please… she didn’t deserve this. I’m begging you, bring her back. I’ll do whatever you ask, just don’t let this be the end.”
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“You poor little human, touched by Khonshu. Slain during your quest to keep humanity safe before it even began. Those guardians don’t know friend from foe.” Came a regal voice.
You opened your eyes, finding yourself in a lounge of some kind. Across from you sat a goddess with a lioness head. They were either Hathor or Sekhmet. The problem of knowing which was in front of you currently was that they were essentially two halves of one whole sharing a body.
“Where am I?”
“This is a vessel travelling outside space and time, inside theOthervoid and you, little human, are dead.”
“I kind of gathered that.”
The goddess chuckled, “We have an offer for you, so you can return. We are Hathor and Sekhmet, goddesses of love, war, healing, destruction, transition, vengeance, protector of pharaohs in war and death. The eye of Ra. Normally we keep out of human affairs but we cannot risk Ammit being released. So, we are in need of a warrior. Bind yourself to us to protect this world and the one you love, be our hands and eyes in the mortal world.” The goddess stood and held her hand out to you, “In exchange for your life, do you swear to love and protect those who are worthy and to avenge them should they come to harm?”
You reached for her hand, so much larger than your own, “I do.”
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Light filled your vision, much like when Khonshu had given you his sight. With a gasp you pulled air back into your empty lungs. You could feel the gash across your neck stitch itself shut. You were still getting your bearings so it took you a second to realise you were being clutched in Jungkook’s arms, he was quaking, sobbing. You raised a hand onto his shoulder, getting his attention. Jungkook startled, pushing you away just enough to get a good look at you. And you him.
His suit was covered in blood, whose you didn’t know, his mask was down. His face was red and blotchy from crying, hair a mess and his eyes not glowing.
“Y/N! Oh thank the gods! Whichever one answered my prayer. Khonshu said there was nothing we could do and I- I- Y/N… Don’t you dare die on me again.”
He pulled you into him again, squeezing you tightly, using your breathing as an anchor for his volatile emotions.
You wrapped your arms around him, “It’s okay. I’m back, I’m here.”
“I see you have become the avatar to the Eye of Ra, little starling… or should I say little sun?”
Strange, you still couldn’t see him.
“Honestly, cousin, I can’t believe you let your avatar’s lover die like that. Look at the poor boy, he’s shaken beyond belief. Although, I doubt you would understand. You’re still a child.” You jumped a little when you saw your goddess appear, arms crossed and a playful smirk on her features. “Little human, what would you like to wear as our warrior?”
“Something practical I guess.”
“So be it.”
The goddess clicked her fingers and Jungkook let go so you could stand. Red linen snaked around you like how Jungkook’s bandages did when forming his suit. But unlike his suit, your arms were left bare from fabric, instead adorned with golden braces. You had no cape or mask either. Instead you were in a red thigh length tunic with slits up to the hip, over that you had a type of kilt Egyptian men wore in the ancient times, on your hips was a golden belt with two Khopesh blades. And luckily your legs were covered in a pair of loose fitting white trousers, similar to sweatpants but… better was the only way you could put it. It was like a mix of the modern and the ancient past had formed your attire.
“Wow, I’m almost jealous,” Jungkook praised, “but your eyes aren’t glowy… Is that not compulsory?”
“I guess Khonshu has a flare for the dramatic,” you offered, “now come on, we have a jaded ex to stop.”
“Be careful, little starling, Sekhmet is not a goddess to be trifled with. Her bloodlust is legendary,” Khonshu’s voice echoed in your head as you made your way deeper into the tomb, Jungkook close behind.
You were aware of this already. In myth Sekhmet was made from Ra’s anger at humanity. You had read how Sekhmet decimated humanity and ignored Ra’s orders to stop. How she had to be tricked into drinking beer for her rampage to end. And how, for a time, she left the gods in anger at being tricked, making Ra’s power diminish and Thoth had to persuade her to return.
You took hold of your Khopesh, which were lighter than you expected, and prayed that Hathor would be the one guiding you through this upcoming fight.
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Note: So this version of Hathor/Sekhmet is different from the Marvel comic depiction of them and is hopefully more in line with actual Egyptian mythology. I’m no expert so if you guys have any useful tid bits or nuggets of info that’d be great :)
After a fateful day in an Egyptian tomb, things have never been the same for Jungkook, or you, after a certain vengeful god decided to make him its fist.
Genre: Angst, Actiony, Romance, F2L UWU
Pairing: Moon Knight!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Swearing,Violence, Blood, Death of Major and Minor Characters. Body Horror.Talk of what its like to die.SMUT.
Word Count: 1430
Note:Jungkook will not be having DID in this fic. Khonshu has had many avatars over the millenia and I’m pretty sure Marc is the only one that has DID. Although there will be some slight overlap between Marc and Jungkook such as mercenary work.
I apologise for my shitty photoshop, my partner who does freelance design tried to help. Needless to say photoshoping is hard. In fact other than Jungkook, my partner did this whole little banner.
You woke with a start thanks to Jungkook’s angry shout of:
“Fuck!”
You looked around and he wasn’t in the bedroom. In fact he sounded like he was downstairs. You rifled through the draws and threw on a baggy t-shirt and a pair of boxers before making your way down. You padded around until you found him in the kitchen, knuckles white from how tightly he gripped the counter. He was shaking.
“Kook, you okay?”
He shook his head, “I have to go. Khonshu said Harrow is up to something. Something that could endanger every living soul.”
Your brows furrowed and you moved to comfort him, hand resting on his shoulder, “Where do we have to go?”
“We? Y/N, I can’t have you in that kind of danger again.”
“Yes, we. Where you go, I go. We’re a package deal whether you like it or not. So, where does Khonshu want us?”
He sighed and pushed a hand through his hair, “Egypt.”
The air seemed to turn stale. You hadn’t thought you’d be returning to the country so soon. Maybe in a couple of years after having time to wrestle with your grief and trauma. But if lives were on the line, you were willing to fuck up your recovery schedule.
“Okay then, any idea what he’s doing there?”
“He’s searching for a banished goddess. Ammit the Devourer. According to Khonshu, she’s entombed somewhere not even the gods know but Harrow got his hands on an ancient compass type thing that leads the way to it. So he has a head start on us.”
You took a moment to process what you heard before responding, “I still have some contacts with local dig teams in various cities. If Harrow is finding a lost tomb he’s going to need trained locals with the correct equipment.”
“So that gets us where?”
“It’ll give us an opportunity to catch up. If I find the team’s headquarters we can ‘volunteer’ as an extra pair of hands.”
Jungkook sagged and gave you a weak smile, “I guess you’re the brains,” he kissed your forehead, “and I’m the brawn.”
“Damn right, you book us a flight, I’ve got some phone calls to make.”
You made your way back upstairs to find your phone in your discarded clothes.
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Jungkook ducked his head into the bedroom where you had been making various phone calls. You had managed to locate the team Harrow was using and, using a fake name, they gladly accepted your offer to volunteer.
“I’ve gotten us a flight to Cairo booked for about two hours from now. Care to follow me down to the basement?”
You looked at him quizzically, “What’s in the basement?”
“Stuff. Just come with me please.”
You butt shuffled to the edge of the bed, stood and followed him down to the basement. What you saw there took your breath away. A statue of Khonshu was against the back wall, around it were crates overflowing with various artefacts, ones you had last seen in a certain temple.
“Kinda. He said I would need this stuff so I had his blessing really. I’ll return it all when he retires me.”
“Jungkook, did you loot Khonshu’s temple?!”
“How did you even get them here?”
“Y/N, I was a merc. I have connections too and not necessarily savoury ones at that.”
You groaned and rubbed your face, as an archaeologist, this was your worst nightmare.
“Anyway this stuff isn’t what I bought you down here for.” He walked over to a box, not a crate, and searched through it, “ah, there it is.” He got up and turned to you, a kevlar vest in his hands. “If you’re insistent on coming with me, you’re gonna need armour. Sadly I don’t have a secondary ceremonial suit so this is the best I can provide you. Oh, and I’ll give you one of my guns too, not gonna have you defenceless.”
You took the vest from him and stared at it. If he had worn this six months ago, would you even be in this situation? Most likely yes because Isaac would’ve just aimed somewhere else. Like maybe his thigh like Isaac did to you. Or maybe he would’ve dispatched Jungkook quicker with a headshot. You shook those thoughts out of your head, no point dwelling on the past.
“We better get ready to go, we’re going to have to pack light I guess. You better let me look through all this stuff when we get back.”
“Of course, baby, I don’t even know what half this shit is because unlike you and Big Bird, I can’t read hieroglyphics.”
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Turns out Jungkook had called in a favour to get you a non-commercial plane to Cairo. It was hot, no longer used to the heat you felt you were going to melt under the sun, especially with the kevlar vest between layers. It would be a lie to say you weren’t nervous, you did all you could to not look it though as a jeep pulled up to the airstrip to collect you. They were locals so you didn’t have to worry about them knowing you. If it had been Harrow’s men that would have been a different story.
The ride to the excavation site made your stomach twist and turn because you knew that when you arrived you would be recognised. That violence would break out and these civilians would get caught in the crossfire. You needed to think of a way to minimise casualties. You just hoped you got there in time.
“Hey,” You whispered to Jungkook, getting his attention, “can you call the suit during the day?”
“Yeah, luckily it’s not tied to a day-night cycle.”
You nodded, a little relieved, “we have to keep as many of these people safe as possible. Keep the fight away from them.”
Jungkook hummed in agreement.
Discreetly, you checked your gun, finger off the trigger. The safety was off and the barrel loaded already. This time you’d make sure not to hesitate, a mistake you wouldn’t be making again.
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The jeep pulled up outside the excavation site, you saw the entrance to the tomb had been cleared. Shit, that meant they were already in. You jumped out, swiftly followed by Jungkook who called forth the suit immediately. In reaction, the locals quite rightly drove away, frightened. Well that was one way to keep them safe.
“If this was built to trap a goddess… we’re gonna have to tread carefully. Follow my lead, Kook.”
You held up your gun, at the ready as you entered. Slowly, carefully, you crept through the hall until you got to what appeared to be the centre of a maze. Looking around you wracked your brain for a meaning to it. You noted the possible exits and how the halls beyond them seemed to curve.
“I think I know what’s going on here, but just in case I’m wrong, can you ask Khonshu if he knows?”
“It’s the eye of Horus. I shall show you the way, little starling.”
Oh, you guess he didn’t need to talk through Jungkook. But it was confirmation you were correct. Jungkook took the lead, as he was the only one that could see the god. Apparently these gods existed in a separate dimension and only their avatars could see them. So yet again, gods were aliens.
You came to another room, hieroglyphics covering the walls and took a moment to decipher them.
“I uh, don’t want to freak you out, but I think we’re going to encounter some uh, underdead guardians-” Gunfire cut you off and you both turned in the direction it came from. “And that sounds like the way not to go.”
You watched Jungkook look off into the corner of the room and, after a second, nod.
“Khonshu says there’s another exit up there,” he pointed to a ledge you hadn’t spotted before wrapping an arm around your waist and jumping up onto it.
You would never get used to his strength, you were disorientated for a moment but Jungkook took your arm leading the way. Both of you failed to notice the shadowy figures that scuttled the walls behind you until it was too late. Something gripped your other arm and snatched you away as the other tackled Jungkook to the ground. You went to scream out but something cold scratched across your throat. Your blood spilled forth, drenching your neck.
Just like Jungkook had described to you the night before, you faded away so quickly. The last thing you heard was his anguished cry.
Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Blood, Death of Major and Minor Characters. Smut. Body Horror. Talk of what its like to die. (Will be updated with future chapters)
Summary: After a fateful day in an Egyptian tomb, things have never been the same for Jungkook, or you, after a certain vengeful god decided to make him its fist.
