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rpwprpwprpwprw · 3 months ago

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jungkook in multiverse: fanfics recommendation 💌

Your neighbour? Spiderman? Best friend? Husband? Idol? Your dead ex? Yeah, he can be that guy.

ps: thank you authors! love you guys. so much. your stories means the world to me <3 (like this is art piece! no joke

jungkook masterlist.

summary: you pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience.

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🌟clandestine by @junghelioseok | smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au | completed

summary: forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

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🌟 see both sides like chanel by @michuga | best friends to lovers, sexual tension, fluff, reader is a little absentminded, jk is a damn tease | completed

summary: your best friend, jeongguk, has only ever dated boys. unbeknownst to you, (he was also into girls).

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🌟 LATE NIGHT KOO 01:15 by @guksfairy | dabble, jungkook x reader | completed

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🌟 dream encounter by @michuga | jungkook x reader | completed

summary: you meet the man of your dreams. literally.

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🌟 heartwave by @chrrybbmb | spiderkook!, spideyjungkook, spideykook, spideyjk, spideykoo, spideyjk | ongoing

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🌟 i love you — a compilation by @kissforyouu | compilation of cute, funny and delicious stuff | completed

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🌟 peach and vanilla lip balm by @httpknjoon | genres | fluff, crack, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au | completed

summary: No kissing rule was made between you and your secret boyfriend when he learned how you got your lip balm. But can Jungkook win in this rule he probably brought to himself?

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🌟Third Time's the Charm by @jjungkookislife | ex-boyfriend!jungkook x ex-gilfriend!reader | genre: crack, exes to lovers | completed

summary: Jungkook will do whatever it takes to get you back.

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🌟Inevitable by @ahundredtimesover | Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+) | completed

summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

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🌟to be loved is to be seen by @twilghtkoo | pairings. idol!jungkook x reader | genres/aus. fluff, established relationship, idol!au | completed

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🌟 checkmate by @kookie-krumbss | genre : fluff, angst and smut | pairing : photography major/ bartender jungkook x econ major/ accountant reader | ongoing

summary: It's been 5 years since you've last been on the dating app - checkmate. The premise of the app is quite simple: enter your bucket list, and the algorithm finds your best mate to check off your bucket list goals. With a free premium pity membership given by the app, maybe its time to hop back onto the dating scene.

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🌟está dañada by @aquagustd | genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut | neighbor au, slow burn, singer!JK | completed

summary: life through the eyes of someone who watches you fall apart and helps gather the shards of your heart, only for you to make the same mistake time and time again, but he refuses to accept the truth because to him, you’re infallible.

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🌟 the jeons (gym daddy) by @justarkive | family!au, non.idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff | ongoing

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

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🌟Blame Morpheus for your sins by @voitier | [mini-series!] friends to lovers, college au | ongoing

summary: 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽... you and jungkook had been attached by the hip since you were little toddlers learning how to live in your own bodies, which led you two to spend most (if not all) of your life together. one weird dream makes your whole view about your best friend change. how will you live with that?

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🌟the lunchbox delivery by @jincapableoflove | genre: househusband! jungkook, corporate office worker! reader, established relationship, flufff | ongoing | drabble

summary: jungkook, your soft yet badass househusband, goes on a city-wide mission—apron and all—to deliver the lunch you forgot in your morning rush.

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🌟shameless by @kooktrash | genre/au: gym instructor!y/n x jungkook. infidelity au. obsessive [she/her. afab] yandere | completed

summary: unsatisfied with your current relationship, you find yourself swept into an affair with a regular at your gym. it turns out he’s not the sweet, charming man you fooled yourself into believe he was but for some reason, you keep going back to him.

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🌟long way home by @sparklingchim | genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers | tropes: single dad jk, boxer!jk, !angst! | completed

summary: jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

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🌟Assistant Boy by @httpjungkookcom | Genre: assistant boy!jungkook x desk receptionist!reader, smut | completed

summary: Summary | sitting pretty at a desk all day gets boring, dealing with minimal tasks and check ins. you're unbelievably excited when a new assistant joins the office. and said assistant is a pretty boy with an even prettier personality.

🌟 lovenotes by @voyter | neighbor au. secret admirer koo | completed

summary: trying your hardest to avoid valentine’s day, you suddenly find yourself at the center of it when a secret admirer starts leaving notes at your door.

🌟 Baby Girl by @euno11a | Pairing: DILF!Jungkook x PreSchool Teacher!Reader | ongoing

summary: You always gave yourself one rule, never fall for a single dad. It would be messy and you’d never be his number one. So why did your favourite kid’s dad have to be so hot?

🌟 Broke Boy, Fake Girlfriend by @aajjks | genre: 18+, crack, roommate au | fake dating \ completed

summary: Your annoying roommate, Jungkook’s shameless fake dating act goes hilariously wrong when he thinks he can charm you into paying for his café splurge, but you turn the tables with some dangerously sweet flirtation.

🌟Dentist appointment by @hellokittykookies | genre: fluff | completed

summary: you’re scared of the dentist and jungkook comes with you to cheer you up. Unexpected words come out of you after the appointment.

🌟Instagram by @jeo9n | genre: fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers | ongoing

summary: you’ve been texting jungkook on instagram non stop ever since he opened his account as a joke. but what you didn’t expect was for him to actually text you back.

🌟NO NUT NOVEMBER by @voyter | boyfriend!jk | completed

summary: jungkook and his friends are all in on the internet's most ridiculous trend: no nut november. but you’re determined to make your boyfriend lose — and you know just how to do it.

🌟Introvert by @avianyuh | completed

summary: Jungkook is an introvert. He enjoys seeing his friends, but he hates having to leave the house. When Jimin throws a birthday bash, Jungkook being one of his closest friends feels obligated to go. He has his whole night mapped out. He'll greet Jimin, eat some food and then leave once he's made small talk with the other guests. But when the party makes a detour and hits the club, Jungkook is plotting his escape route. Or at least he was until he met you.

🌟Winter things by @girlygguk | genre fluff, smut | golden retriever bf x black cat gf, long distance established relationship | completed

summary: it’s jungkook’s favorite time of year and the only thing on his list is you. getting to finally feel you, see you, meet you outside of his computer screen. now it’s happening. and, god, you’re even prettier in person.

🌟Hot Eve by @aajjks | smut, ex!boyfriend!jk | completed

summary: getting fucked raw by your ex boyfriend stuck in an elevator on Christmas Eve.

🌟NOT JUST ON CHRISTMAS by @girlygguk | genre established relo, college au, fluff, smut | pairing nerdy!jk x gf!reader | completed

summary: he's the first boy you've ever brought home for christmas. jungkook's nervous. you're horny.

🌟Inkling by @gguksgalaxy | AU: Tattoo Artist ›› Genre: Smut / Angst | completed

summary: Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

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🌟Better Than Him by @margotw10bis | roommate!Jungkook x reader | Genre: fake-dating; romance; smut; one-shot | completed

summary: When your boyfriend cheats on you and decides to bring his lover to the wedding you invited him to, you take vengeance by pretending you have a new boyfriend: your hot roommate.

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finelinevogue · 13 days ago

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always find you

summary - you have been kidnapped but hiccup will always find you

pairing - hiccup x girlfriend!reader

word count - +1.5k

“I won’t ask again.”

Drago Bludvist paced in front of you in the dark and damp dungeon.

Your arms were suspended from the roof, coiled tightly in heavy chains, which meant your toes barley touched the floor and it was draining trying to keep yourself up.

You were so tired.

So tired and ready for this all to be over.

You had been taken - kidnapped - by Drago and his men over a week ago. Snatched right under the noses of your fellow Berkians and even your own dragon; Arrow. Drago wanted you for information on where Chief Hiccup was rescuing and keeping the dragons, so he could invade and become their leader.

You would never give up that information willingly, so here you were instead.

Getting beaten every day as if you were going to give up after going for this long.

The rate this was going though, you wouldn’t be going for much longer anyways.

Drago nodded to one of his men who handed him a whip. “Let’s try this again shall we?”

Your head dropped.

You tried to go to a happier place. One where your boyfriend was holding your hand, perhaps in the comfort of your home or even in front of the waterfall you had found together that one night.

You tried to smile, but it was hard to knowing that you’d never see Hiccup again. Never hold his hand again. You were alone here, because there was no way out.

Drago beat the whip onto the ground and you flinched so the chains rattled above you.

He just laughed to himself, getting off on the power he currently had over you.

“I’m not asking this time.”

•🌟•

“Hiccup we’ve already searched here.” Snotlout complained.

Hiccup didn’t listen. He was so far from caring what anyone else had to say. He would overturn every damn rock on this side of the sun and the next until he found you.

Toothless sniffed around as Hiccup decided which trail to take next. Your dragon, Arrow, was helping Toothless.

“Hiccup, he’s right. We’ve been to this island twice before.” Astrid tried to reason with her Chief.

“Siding with Snotlout, really Astrid?” Hiccup scoffed.

“Listen I know how much Y/N means to you…”

“No you don’t, because if you did then you wouldn’t give a second thought as to whether we’ve been here twice or even fifty times over. You’d keep returning to anywhere and everywhere until you found her.” Hiccup shouted to them all, instantly regretting raising his voice. He was never normally like this, but where you were concerned he was never rational.

“Hiccup’s right.” Snotloud said, which is something no-one ever thought would be said.

“Yeah.” Fishlegs nodded.

“Y/N wouldn’t stop looking for us.” Astrid added and Hiccup had to swallow back the emotion that came from those words.

“And neither will we.”

•🌟•

They’re not coming.

That was the last thought on your mind every day. The end of another day was a sign that you should start making your peace with never leaving here and maybe not even making it to live another week.

Your face hurt from the slaps that Drago had issued today, but not as much as the rest of your body hurt.

There were open wounds on your back from the whip where it had torn right through your clothes. There were bruises of all shapes and sizes forming on your stomach and chest. Your toes were so cold and dirty from being exposed for so long. The worst was the ache in your arms from being suspended for so long and the cuts in your wrists from the cuffs.

The dungeon door opened then.

Drago walked in and your immediate reaction, no matter how much you didn’t want it to be, was pure fear.

He acted as terrifying as he looked.

“Your friends missed you again. That’s twice they’ve come here now.” He chuckled deeply. “Clearly they aren’t looking too hard for you.”

Your eyes started to water and your heart pounded against your chest.

It was heartbreaking to hear that they were so close to you and yet you’d forever be so far from them.

“You’ll be here forever and they’ll eventually move on.” He taunted you, circling you.

You shook your head.

You refused to believe it.

“Hiccup will even move on. Perhaps even make Astrid his bride.”

The tears fell at that.

Drago knew Hiccup was your weak spot. Damn him.

“Sleep well, because tomorrow might well be your last.” And with that he left your cell, leaving you in the dark with your depressing thoughts once again.

He wouldn’t ever break you no matter how hard he tried though.

You would remain strong for the whole of Berk, but more importantly for Hiccup.

“I’m sorry, Hiccup.” You whispered to the dark.

•🌟•

“What is it bud?”

Toothless ignored Hiccup and sniffed around as his ears twitched rapidly.

The others started speaking up to try and figure it out but Hiccup shushed them quickly, letting Toothless do his thing. Arrow then must have picked up on what Toothless had, because the next thing they knew your dragon went into stealth mode and veered off path into the dense forest.

Toothless motioned for Hiccup to follow, so he did.

Hiccup took out his knife and prepared himself for anything.

The forest was so thick it was hard to see ten metres ahead of them, but thanks to the team of them they were able to cover more ground and each others backs.

“Hiccup… We may have to prepare for the reality that Y/N…”

“Is alive.” Hiccup interrupted Astrid from her real possibility to remain in his fantasy, “I would feel it otherwise.”

“Okay.” Astrid believed him.

And so they continued.

•🌟•

You woke to the sound of men shouting and dragon’s snarling.

The room was so dark you couldn’t tell whether it was the same day or not, but you couldn’t have slept for very long because you still felt the wounds on your back drip with blood.

The shouting grew louder and men screamed in fear.

Your fists clenched as you prepared for the worst, your feet scrambling for a proper footing on the floor.

Your heartbeat was so loud that you were sure it could be heard within the four walls of this dungeon. You anticipated the worst as the screams sounded like they’d reached your door.

The door didn’t open with a key, but instead swung completely off its hinges and slammed down onto the floor in front of you.

You expected Drago to enter to get rid of you.

You certainly didn’t expect to see Hiccup there.

Wait..

“No. No you’re not real.” You sobbed as you saw Hiccup waste no time in entering the dungeon. He lifted his iron mask and threw it onto the floor like he couldn’t care less about it.

“Y/N..”

“You can’t be real. I thought…”

Hiccup was right in front of you now and he cupped your cheeks to prove that he was right there with you.

Tears were running down his cheeks as much as they were yours.

“I’m here.” He croaked.

He got to work instantly. He snapped the chains from the ceiling, but before you could fall to the floor you felt Toothless brace your fall and help stand you up.

The touch of Toothless’ scales felt surreal.

You cried as you came to terms with the fact that Toothless and Hiccup were here.

“I’m here.” He repeated, pulling you in for the tightest hug you could imagine. It was better than any dream you’ve had for the last week.

“I..I can’t…” You choked on your sobs, not being able to catch your breath.

“Yes you can.”

Hiccup used one of his hands to push your face into his neck for you to find refuge. His scent was overwhelming. It grounded you to the point where your knees went weak, but luckily Toothless was still there.

You couldn’t grip him too tight because your arms were completely numb from any feeling, but the feeling of him completely wrapped around you was plenty.

“We’re here. I’ve got you.” Hiccup repeated over and over as your sobs continued.

“Hiccup.” You cried tiredly.

“I’m right here.” He squeezed you. “Right here.”

“Don’t let go.”

“I won’t, but we need to get out of here, okay? Do you trust me?”

“Always.” You nodded from the safety of his neck.

“Okay. Toothless, a little help bud.”

•🌟•

You woke up in your house.

Your eyes adjusted slowly, but you did note that it was nighttime due to the fires being lit. Arrow was nestled next to the fire with Toothless soundly sleeping.

You tilted your head to the side and saw Hiccup sitting at the end of the bed with his arms knelt on his knees.

“Hic…” Your throat was dry so you couldn’t get out much more.

His head whipped around to face you and you tried your best to smile as his face shone from seeing you awake.

“Y/N, love.” He rounded the bed to your side and sat next to you.

His hands cupped your face softly.

Your tears fell from how tender your skin felt beneath his hands and how foreign a gentle touch now felt.

Hiccup was your home and you were glad to be with him again.

“Welcome home.” He leant down to kiss your forehead.

“Thank you, for everything.”

#hiccup fanfic #hiccup x reader #hiccup how to train your dragon #hiccup and toothless #hiccup haddock #httyd hiccup #hiccup x you

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afeelgoodblog · 3 months ago

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Feel Good News Weekly

Acts of Kindness and Positive Change 🌟

Hey friends,

This week, we're celebrating stories of compassion, resilience, and progress from around the globe. Let's dive into these uplifting tales!

1. Missouri Senate Once Again Overwhelmingly Approves Child Marriage Ban

The Missouri Senate has passed a bill to prohibit marriage for individuals under 18, aiming to protect minors from potential exploitation. The legislation received bipartisan support and now moves to the House for consideration.

2. Native American Suicide Rates Drop 43% in New Mexico

New Mexico has reported a significant 43% decrease in suicide rates among its Native American population from 2022 to 2023. This reflects the success of culturally appropriate mental health care programs and collaborative efforts between tribal and state-level initiatives.

3. Oregon Senate Passes Bill to Raise Minimum Marriage Age to 18

The Oregon Senate has approved a bill to raise the minimum marriage age to 18, aligning the state's laws with international human rights standards.

4. Steve Carell Surprises Students by Covering Prom Expenses After Wildfires

5. Man Lives for 100 Days with Artificial Titanium Heart in Successful New Trial

In a groundbreaking medical trial, a man in Australia lived for 100 days with an artificial titanium heart, potentially revolutionizing future heart treatments.

6. Bus Driver Saves the Day by Getting Pajamas for Boy Without PJs on Pajama Day

A compassionate bus driver in Wisconsin noticed a young boy upset because he didn't have pajamas for Pajama Day at school. She took it upon herself to get him a pair, ensuring he could fully participate and feel included.

7. Eastern monarch butterfly population nearly doubles in 2025

In encouraging news, the eastern monarch butterfly population nearly doubled in 2025, according to a new report announced in Mexico. The population wintering in central Mexico's forests occupied 4.42 acres, up from 2.22 acres during the previous winter. While monarchs occupied nearly twice as much forest habitat as last year, populations remain far below the long-term average.

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preciouslandmermaid · 1 month ago

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burned within like a dying star (anakin x f!reader)

rating: e (sexual content!) tags: smut, fem!reader tho no descriptors are use, no use of y/n or l/n, sex pollen, smut, p in v, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, desperate anakin, light praise, vaginal fingering, oral (m/f receiving), nipple play, anakin has a big dick, set during clone wars tldr: anakin & reader fuck nasty on the floor of his spaceship wc: 5k of pure filth lol

summary: You spent the last ten years perfecting an artificial pheromone to save an alien species from extinction. And you've almost perfected it when a Separatist force ambushes your research station, destroying your samples, and placing yourself and the Jedi, Anakin, in the crossfire of it's potent fumes.

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Anakin's body writhed over yours in a tangled, sweaty mess of limbs. Your spine slid across his smooth, slick chest. His cock nudged deeper and deeper as he pinned you beneath him against the cold, metal floor, where your fingers scrambled for purchase and your breath wheezed from your lungs in short, desperate gasps.

Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back into your skull and Anakin grunted a low, lewd curse into the shell of your ear.

“Don't stop," he rasped, though he had all the physical power in this situation, his cock buried deep within your folds, his hands locked tight around your hips as he drew you back into him with forceful, short tugs.

A string of saliva trickled from the corner of your mouth and suddenly Anakin's gloved fingers were pushing between your lips, his index and middle smearing over your tongue, and pulling your jaw open with the curl of his fingers pressing into the blunt edge of your teeth. You suckled on his fingers, groaning around the solid, soft digits and he released a low, primal hum of approval.

He dragged his wet, gloved fingers from your mouth, across your throat, and between your breasts before he found the sweet spot between your legs and began swirling his two fingers across your peaked, throbbing clit. You moaned, loud and reckless, the hollow-sound reverberating across the cockpit as Anakin Skywalker made you burn from within like a dying star.

“Anakin, please," you choked the words free from your tight throat. your walls convulsed wildly around his thick, heavy cock, attempting to pull and squeeze him deeper, as your release hit you in a shock wave of buckling pleasure.

You would've face-planted onto the metal floor if Anakin hadn't caught you with the slight, mystical touch of the force. He guided your face down slowly and you pillowed your head upon your folded arms, your sweaty body pulsing and jerking forward with every one of Anakin's deliberate, fast-paced thrusts.

All of this from a mere pheromone sample?

A delirious laugh bubbled in your throat, but it was swallowed and replaced with a drawn-out moan as you felt Anakin swell and spill inside of you.

8 HOURS EARLIER

Though the war threatened to swallow every quadrant of the universe, you refused to cower and abandon the precious experiment that you had spent the past decade perfecting. The planet below, Decuurr Gamma, was a lush, humid planet teeming with great rocky mountains, rich in mineral deposits. But, more importantly than the resources, was the nearly-endangered Vux species.

The Vux were an intelligent, humanoid type species: larger than humans (the average male height was nearly 7ft, and the average female was 6 and a half), with their skin color ranging from ashen gray to smoky twilight. Their eyes were small and black, and they had ears shaped like a Chadra-Fans', only slightly smaller.

And they were dying. Not due to war, or famine, or disease, but an extremely low-birth rate and medical difficulties with Vux's carrying offspring to term. You had been tasked with the daunting responsibility to help the Vux.

A third of your research had focused on their mating habits and patterns. The Vux differed from humanity in the sense that they had a biological imperative that bonded them to a specific sexual partner. An offspring could only be born if the Vux became intimate with the correct partner. The Vux had attempted to circumvent this issue by engaging in intercourse with non-mates, but the pregnancies wouldn't reach their full cycle and the chance of a live birth was slim.

Another half of your research went into discovering the how and why this mating prerogative existed. After serval dead-ins, threats to remove funding, you had discovered that the Vux's natural pheromones weren't releasing the right 'signals'. Rather than a 'come hither' message to their kin, pinpointing their mates like a tracking beam, the pheromones produced were pushing potential mates away.

And everything had been going well...until the Jedi arrived.

He walked into your brightly lit, white and chrome laboratory, his curly hair framing his handsome face with slight sheen of glistening sweat on his brow. After introductions were made, his voice like velvet over your ears, Anakin revealed his reason for the impromptu visit.

“Why would the separatists care about this planet?!" you demanded, “we're all the way in the outer-rim."

“The Vux don't have a strong military presence anymore, do they?" Anakin asked, though you suspected the question was rhetorical.

Once upon a parsec, the Vux had an impressive starship fleet, a strong military power that ensured their planet remained unharmed by junk-dealers or criminals operating in the outer-rim. But...these past ten years had changed the fabric of the galaxy- including Decuurr Gamma. Their population couldn't risk becoming involved in conflict.

“And the separatists need resources," he said as he looked from your large, observatory window facing the tall, impressive mountains in the distance.

Your brow crinkled. "then...then I’ll -" You fumbled for the correct decision. Your research was almost complete. The vials, beakers, computerized files, and technology surrounding you were proof enough of that fact and the latest, perfected batch was set to be tested tomorrow morning. You couldn't leave.

“I’ll arrange for my team to evacuate," you struggled the words out, a hard knot twisting in your throat. "but, I’ll stay here."

Anakin turned toward you and you were forced to meet his stubborn, darkened blue gaze. His eyes reminded you of the misty, fog-covered mountains in the early blue-gray dawn.

“With all due respect, I don't think that's wise." He shook his head. “You should take your research and come to the inner-rim. it's safer there and the republic--"

You anxiously cut him off, “And how will the Vux survive? I doubt they'll let me re-enter the planet with all this." You gestured with one arm towards your lab as your other arm remained secured around your midsection.

Anakin frowned.

“If they go for an all-out attack then--" he stopped and something imperceptible crossed over his intense gaze. A bright and blaring alarm cut through the research station and his body drew taught as his hand flew to his lightsaber.

“Get down!" he yelled as the doors hissed open and two droids trotted into the room, blasters screaming through the air, and crashing into your equipment. You screamed: in fear, in anger, in distress. Your knees ached as you crawled behind the pristine white work benches and glass shattered over your head.

The droning hum of a lightsaber cut through the air in melodic, swooping arcs. Another terrifying, awful shatter of glass and the blaster-fire echoed through your ear drums. A fine, lilac-hued smoke clung to the air, causing your eyes to smarten and water. It took your frazzled mind a second to realize what the droids had hit. Oh. Oh fuck. Oh no. This was bad. Very, very bad.

You risked popping your head from behind its cover and shouted roughly to the young Jedi, “Don't breathe it in!"

“Is it deadly?!" he yelled in return as he force-pushed a droid away with a quick shove of his hand and deflected a blaster-beam with his lightsaber. You shook your head and clammy sweat prickled at the back of your neck.

“No." You coughed. “Won't kill us."

You couldn't and didn't study the effects of a Vux pheromone supplement on a human body. Your research focused on the Vux themselves; their bodies, their chemicals, their minds. Many of their organs mirrored humans, but they had a few biological differences besides their 'mating scent'. The Vux child bearers could carry two separate pregnancies and the entire species had a brief refractory period, lasting only a few minutes at most according to your research.

Your experiment had taken all of this into account. You measured for it. The artificial pheromone chemical you produced was designed for a sexually-developed Vux. A creature much larger than you or Anakin. You tugged your stiff, clean lab coat from your arms and sweat bloomed over the dewy surface of your skin. Your logical mind tried to cut through your reeling, impulsive thoughts. Could you flush out the fumes?

Anakin approached you, helping you to your feet by gripping your elbow, and then he stumbled into your body with a dazed, glazed look. He pressed his damp forehead against yours.

“What's happening?" His tongue darted out to wet his lips and you longed to pull his mouth down onto yours

“They blew up my research," you said sourly, gripping the tense, solid firmness of his shoulders. “We're breathing it in...it's going to cause...ah..." You struggled to get the words free as another ripple of heat pooled within your lower abdomen. It's causing us to behave like mated-Vux, you wanted to explain, but the words wouldn't come.

“Master Yoda mentioned that your team." His nose bumped into yours. “Was assisting in...fertility research?"

“Something like that, yes," you replied, breathless and aching. “This will pass." You hoped it would, anyways. A paired Vux mated for hours, another biological drive to ensure offspring was produced, but, this couldn't last that long, could it?

“We need to go. C’mon."

You nodded numbly, foolishly enjoying the warm dance of air on your lips from Anakin's mouth. He was a Jedi. The Jedi didn't...well…they didn't have wives, or husbands, or lovers, or even families. Everyone knew that. And you were grateful that Anakin was stronger than you. Once you arrived at his ship, you’d hide away in one of the bunks and wait to sweat this out like a bad fever.

Anakin cleared a path to the docking bay and managed to send a message to the Republic, but you both knew there was little chance of rescue for the Vux people. This ambush was won by the separatists. They’d take Decuurr Gamma by force and have the Vux at their mercy. And there was nothing more you could do…

Your limbs were locked into motion by sheer adrenaline and several, desperate thoughts of what Anakin's muscled back looked like beneath his robes. He pulled you by hand into his ship and threw himself into the pilot's seat. You clenched your thighs together as you watched at his gloved hands flying with familiarity over the controls.

You never imagined you'd nearly cum just by watching someone in their element--but fuck, there was a first time for everything, wasn't there? Embarrassed, you turned your hot, sweaty face away as small, wrecking shudders pulled through your body.

Anakin, misreading you, asked, "you alright?"

“Hate flying,” you grit out as your fingers clenched over the armrests.

It wasn't until the ship lulled into a quiet auto-pilot that you unclenched your fists and opened your eyes. And Anakin was there. He was kneeling in front of you, breathing heavily, his hair matted with sweat and dripping into his pupil-blown eyes.

“What's. Happening. To. Me." He met your eyes and set his jaw in a painful, agonized clench. “The thoughts I’m having...the things…I want..."

“It'll pass," you repeated as your fingertips left the armrest and came to cradle his face and Anakin sagged into your touch like he needed it. You licked your lips.

“The Vux are a unique species," you said as Anakin's trembling fingers reached up to unclasp your safety belt. “Who can only conceive if they're with the correct mate."

His hands settled on your thighs and burned through the fabric of your skirt.

“They don't engage in sex for pleasure." You scooted forward and braced your knees on either side of Anakin's broad chest, your skirt bunching as it rode up your thighs and hugged your hips. “But the pheromones they were releasing naturally weren't sending the correct signals..."

“And your artificial one did?"

“I don't know.” You shook your head, feeling dizzy. “We hadn't released it. It wasn’t done.” You drew your lower lip in-between your teeth, a stab of sadness cutting through the haze of lust. “Now, we'll never know."

The last ten years were lost. Burned. Ruined. You had always secured and saved your notes, but it would take years to replicate the formula. And the Vux didn't have years to wait.

Anakin's thumb touched your lower lip, drawing it free from your teeth, his pupils blown wide and hungry.

“Come closer," he said, a slight hitch to his deep, masculine voice. and you were in no state to deny him nor did you want to. Your lips dragged tentatively over his. Once. Before he pushed his hands under your skirt and slid his tongue between your waiting, eager lips. His kiss was fluid, but sloppy and impatient. His hands tugged your underwear from your legs and tossed it somewhere within the cockpit.

You barely had a second to breathe before Anakin wrenched your legs apart and buried his face into your pulsing, sensitive cunt. You yelped, one hand gripping his hair, as your hips jolted into his face with a hurried jerk of a motion. His tongue ran velvet-smooth licks along your folds before he closed his perfect mouth around your clit and suckled until your spine arched from the back of your seat and your thighs clamped around his sweat-matted head.

“Don't stop - mmh- fuck," you whined, bucking into him, all previous thoughts of Jedi lacking the skills (or desire or interest) in sex immediately forgotten. Anakin's tongue played against you like your moans were his favorite, sweetest song.

Your head thrashed to the side. “Please."

Anakin's inner chaos quieted once he had you on his tongue. You quivered around him, begging him, tugging at his hair as you rocked your hips into his face.

You had explained that his emotions were tied to the chemical pheromone that your team had manufactured and although he didn't fully understand how the chemical worked, he did understand on some primal level that he needed you like nothing else. He needed you all over him, mouth, hands, everything. Everything you'd give him, he'd greedily take, like a back-alley junk dealer looking to swindle tourists.

You came, shouting his name, and Anakin drew back and wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hands.

“Take it off," you whined, grappling for the front of his Jedi robes.

He snatched your mouth with his and pulled you both onto the floor, placing you in his lap, and rocking his clothed, tented cock into your wet core. You gasped sweetly and dragged your folds over him in rhythmic, desperate little motions. The air thickened with heat. Your intelligent eyes went glossy and glazed. Your nostrils flared as you tried to contain your needy pants. You were gorgeous and insatiable and he wanted to lose himself with you. Forget the Jedi Council. Forget the tragedy that happened on the planet below. He wanted your wet heat enveloping him. He wanted his name to fall from your lips.

He reached up and yanked open your shirt and sent its tiny fastening buttons pinging like rain across the metal floor.

Your breasts were perfect. Beautiful. And he needed to touch you. He needed to taste you until his tongue went numb. He needed to fill his ship with the sounds of your pleasured cries.

He tilted up halfway to draw one of your sweet, peaked nipples into his mouth and relished in the surprised, luscious sound you made as you cradled his head to your chest. His tongue laved over the bud, sweeping and suckling, flicking it and molding kisses along the tops and undersides of your flesh.

“Fuck," he grunted, holding your hips steady, and enjoyed the friction his clothes provided against your warm cunt. Time stretched, lasting forever, lasting for seconds. He kissed you. Strong and firm. Nothing else existed beyond your tongue between his teeth and your body gyrating above his.

“You can't take me yet," he moaned when your hand snaked down his chest to feel him through his clothes.

“Someone's confident," you said with a breathless laugh, though the mirth died in your throat when your palm touched the hard, large length of him. You worked your fingers down from shaft to base and choked back your astonishment. Anakin's eyes glimmered with satisfaction. You slithered your hand beneath his robes and pulled him free, lowering yourself as he parted his Jedi robes to reveal the smooth, cut expanse of his chest. You kissed lightly across his stomach and Anakin moaned your name at the first touch of your lips upon his cock.

You ran your tongue across the salty, masculine heat of him, up and down, until he was slick with your salvia before you attempted to close your lips around his head. Anakin practically growled from above you, one hand tight on your shoulder, the other in a fist at his side.

You slowly drew his cock into your mouth, your tongue flat against your jaw, and a quake of pleasure ran down your spine like an electric live-wire. Everything within you pulsed with sheer, primal desire. You wanted to please him. And you wanted him, in every position, on every surface. Whatever functions to your logical brain had been turned off. All that mattered was muscles, and limbs, and quenching this bottomless thirst within you.

Anakin groaned, arching his neck and exposing the vulnerable column of his throat as his dark, curly hair fanned out around his anguished, tortured expression. You drew him out of your mouth, licked him in slow and teasing strokes, gifting him with little soft kisses over his shaft before you repeated the cycle over and over again.

"'m close--" Anakin shuddered, his grip on the back of your neck almost painful, though he didn't trap you to him. You worked your fist over his slick cock, feeling him pulse in your palm, watching him writhe through your lidded eyes. He finished with a loud keen and his warm seed spurted and spilled across and over your breasts.

Anakin gasped, bright-eyed and flushed, before he pulled you by the arms toward him and devoured your mouth in hungry, satin kisses.

Your head spun, delirious with pleasure. He tore your shirt from your shoulders and ripped the bunched black skirt from your hips with little effort, bearing yourself before him like a statue of a divine figure.

He laid back. His brown Jedi robe sprawled beneath your naked bodies like a picnic blanket. A boyish, cheerful light sparkled through his eyes, so light and carefree that your chest clenched.

“Anakin,” you whispered as a prickly chill danced over your skin. You pressed your bare, aching breasts to his chest and squirmed against him, attempting to meld your bodies into one.

He pulled one glove free and licked his bare fingers before he dragged them across your cunt and plunged two fingers into you. You spasmed, fingers clawing into his chest, as he pumped two fingers in and out of you with a controlled, measured pace.

“Faster, please, Anakin," you whimpered, hips shifting in an effort to speed him along.

“No, mhm-nn.” He toyed with your earlobe between his soft, teasing lips. “Not yet." His thumb circled your clit and you stopped arguing as the slick sounds from between your thighs became obscenely erotic. You couldn't remembered ever being this turned on, this wet, for anyone before. Was it the chemical? Or was it Anakin? But, you didn't have the brain power to solve that particular puzzle.

“More." You were close. Close already?! From nothing more than his mouth on your neck and his fingers pumping into you. Stars, save you.

“More?" he echoed, a third fingertip teasing your cunt.

“Please, Anakin." You nuzzled into the side of his face, breathing deeply, perhaps taking a full breath for the first time this morning. Anakin blessedly chose to indulge you and coax a third finger into your hole.

You adjusted to the slight discomfort, your body stretching and welcoming, your skin prickling with anticipation. He gripped your ass with his gloved hand, holding you close and tight, while his bare fingers stoked a roaring inferno in the lower pools of your stomach.

“N-need you ready," he whispered huskily, "you're so wet. so close. wanna - oh - fuck.” He pressed his lips together, his control unraveling as you squeezed his fingers. “Be s-so deep inside you. feel you."

"yes, yes, yes," you babbled, "yes, please. everything."

He tucked face into your chest, leaving hot, suckling kisses along the sensitive skin, bruising and marking you with the blunt edge of his teeth.

You came so hard that your teeth clacked together as your body seized and a thunderstorm of pleasure tore through you. Anakin muttered in approval and praise, his voice its own aphrodisiac.

The aftershocks barely passed before you wordlessly gripped the base of his cock and lined him up to your aching, still-throbbing entrance. You watched his adam's apple bob when he swallowed. You met his gaze and nodded. And he nodded in reply.

You slowly sank onto him. "O-oh.” He let out a strangled moan. “Like that, yes."

“Yes," you agreed, your face pinching with pleasure as the full girth of him speared between your folds inch by delicious inch. Every inch of you was filled by him like a lost key sliding into a forgotten lock. He bottomed-out and your shoulders shuddered with exquisite, cloying satisfaction.

“You look nice like this," Anakin said, his words slurring as if he was drunk, "backlit by starlight."

You craned your neck behind you to see the viewport at your back and the wide, brilliant expanse of stars. Anakin told the ship to lower the cockpit lights and dipped you into semi-darkness: intimate, quiet, with nothing but the star-spun space beyond and the humid space between your damp bodies.

You brought your mouth tenderly and appreciatively to his as your inner walls fluttered around him. Anakin started slow, merely rocking into you, as his arms wrapped around your torso. The heat within built at a rapid, concerning pace. You shouldn't be able to finish again so quickly, so soon, but the Vux pheromones ran wild and unchecked through your veins. You wiggled one hand between your legs and rubbed tight, firm circles over your sensitive clit, gasping every time Anakin withdrew a little further than the last.

You tossed your head back, grinding into Anakin and touching yourself in tandem with his shallow, controlled thrusts. Your mingled panting breath and hollow, deep groans filled the circulated air as your knees pressed into the hard, metal floor. His heavily lidded, dark eyes watched you hungrily, never leaving your face, soaking in your raptured bliss as if it were his own.

Your orgasm hit you in slow, syrupy waves, a slower and deeper pleasure than you would've expected and your walls snugly wrapped and quivered around his throbbing cock, pulling another shuddering, sharp gasp from your lungs. Your inner thighs were soaked. But, there was no time to care, or feel embarrassed, because Anakin cupped one of your breasts and lightly circled the nipple beneath his index finger, sending little shivers into your core.

“More, please, I need you," he breathed and braced his knees upright.

You settled your palms on his chest, for leverage and stability, as Anakin wrapped one arm around your back. Your body relaxed. Unfolded. The muscles gave into him like wet sand against the rushing ocean as Anakin withdrew his cock and plunged back in with a hard, swift thrust. Your body jolted, but he held you firm, and he took you like a man lost on a desert planet without hope of an oasis.

Your eyes squeezed shut, short gasps pushed from your diaphragm as he pounded into you with hungry, feverish motions.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes." Anakin whined into your ear. “So well. taking me- fuck- well. so well. come for me again. come for me." he repeated your name over and over again, burying his face into the side of your neck, pleading with you to let him fill you again and again. “Let me feel everything."

Your ass bounced, your skin jiggling from the sheer force and rapid desperation of Anakin's movements. Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, his mouth found yours, and he drank in your every sound as if they belonged to him. Your walls tightly gripped him, though there was little room to do so, as his big cock filled you to the brim. You'd feel him after this. Your muscles would remember the fullness and satisfying ridge of his cock-head teasing your lips before he sank into you.

“Say you're mine," he gasped, his cock hitting the deepest point within you and causing the backs of your eyelids to flash with stars.

"m yours."

“Again." The sound of your skin rapidly slapping together overwhelmed your senses as he took, he took, and took everything you gave him.

“Yours, Anakin."

He grunted, a low, deep sound, before he gripped your hips and slammed you onto his pelvis. You felt him swell from within and fill you. A needy sound escaped from your lips as you abruptly followed him off the edge and gushed around his twitching cock.

He trembled beneath you, gasping your name, and rocking his hips slowly as his orgasm faded into a fuzzy, blurry background. Some of the terrible, burning heat finally seeped from your skin, a promising sign of relief. Perhaps the artificial pheromone was waning?

You wiped your damp face with both hands, smiling for a moment, before Anakin rolled you over beneath him. “I don't want to stop," he said, his thrusts slow and unhurried. “Do you want to stop?"

“No!" you blurted and you quickly looked away in embarrassment. "it feels—”

“Too good?" Anakin guessed before he captured your lips in a searing, almost angry kiss. You made a soft noise of agreement against his mouth. Anakin tugged free his other glove, revealing his prosthetic limb, and he cradled your jaw. The metal was wonderfully cool against your feverish body. He trailed his fingers down, eliciting a rush of excitement, as he gently tweaked one of your nipples with his cold fingers.

Your head arched back, your hips thrusting in time with his, as he toyed with your nipple and brought the other into his waiting, warm mouth. He alternated the sensations, teasing your nipples until they throbbed and glistened with his salvia. Your eyes clenched shut. Your fingers sank into his soft, curls and molded against the shape of his skull. Every dance of his tongue across the sensitive bud created another pulse through your inner walls, hugging his cock and begging him to go impossibly deeper.

"Ana-kin," you cried. Another flash of lightning sparked across your eyelids as Anakin worshiped your breasts and your thighs quivered around his narrow, sculpted hips.

Time stopped (if it mattered at all within the vacuum of space). You and Anakin driven by a biological impulse that was not fully your own. You had thought the Jedi handsome when he stepped into your lab, but that initial attraction would never have blossomed into this under normal circumstances and you didn't have the mental energy to ruminate upon what would happen to you after.

You laid boneless and exhausted upon Anakin's broad warm chest and listened to the steady strong rhythm of his heart. He draped his cloak over the lower halves of your body as his metallic fingers trailed lazy circles over your upper back. For a long while, neither of you spoke. Your lips were puffy and kiss-swollen, your eyelids heavy.

Anakin's neck and chest were covered in your enthusiastic love-bites and dotted his fair, muscled skin in pink splotches. You recalled the moment with a brief, saccharine smile. You had been in his lap in his pilot’s seat and after enjoying the ravenous noise he made when you sucked his collarbone, you made a mental commitment to hear that noise from his perfect, bowed lips again and again. Your little activity lasted only until Anakin clutched the nape of your neck and pinned you against his shoulder before he drove into you with a punishing, desperate pace. You had screamed out in agonized pleasure, slick with sweat and release, and Anakin had then slowed, coaxing you through the final, intense waves of your - fourth? fifth? (you had lost count) - orgasm.

“Can you resume your research within Republic’s territory?" Anakin asked.

You closed your eyes. “I can try."

“If not, then I’m sure the republic's forces will do all they can to reclaim Decuurr Gamma.”

You lifted your head to study the planes and angles of his face. In the low, quiet humming light of the spaceship, Anakin looked carved from stone, as beautiful and untouchable as the figures within ancient mythology. His blue eyes, no longer swallowed and darkened by lust or battle, were shadowed by a slight, thoughtful furrow in his brow.

“Will they?" A note of skepticism entered your voice. “Forgive me, Master Jedi, if I lack your optimism."

“It doesn't make sense for the republic to allow the separatists to keep control," he said, "they took it with a small force and they wouldn't waste their stronger warships on a planet with such a small population." His eyes brightened. “We could take it back with a handful of soldiers."

You settled back onto his chest. “Just because the pheromone reacted with our physiology doesn't mean it'll have favorable results with the Vux." You sighed. “Despite my efforts, I must consider myself back at square one and prepare to start over."

“Wow." Anakin chuckled. “You're a pessimist."

You hummed. “I’m merely being realistic considering the grim circumstances. but..." You lifted your head to meet his gaze again. “If the republic does reclaim Decuurr Gamma…”

“You'll be the first to know," Anakin assured you. He brushed his lips over yours, stirring the embers of desire into a sparking, sharp heat that traveled down to your bare toes.

“In the meantime..." he mumbled before pressing his lips firmly to yours and losing himself in the delirious pleasure of your kiss as cold starlight streaked across the viewport.

bonus author's note:

The entire time I was writing this I was like "where's padme. i love padme. how do i explain anakin's lack of yearning for padme?" and you know what...I still don't have an answer. So. AU, Padme?? isn't here?? Padme and Anakin aren't in love?? I don't know.

anyway. i had this idea in my head for days ever since i started watching the clone wars animated series so here we are!!! my first ever anakin fic, so i hope i did him justice <3 also!! the name of the species + planet were created via a random generator online and have no ties (to my knowledge) of actual Star Wars canon :)

#anakin smut #anakin x you #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin fanfiction #anakin x y/n #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #star wars smut #my fics #reader insert

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PICK A PIC! Your Future Spouse’s Kinks | 18+ 💦

Also: Don’t give to much meaning to the words in parenthesis, they are just used to specify which gif is which, try to focus on the feeling instead! 🤭🧘‍♀️

Well hello there guys!!!! I’m so sorry that I took so long to get back, March is really kicking my 🍑 lol. Anyways I’m back and wont take a break again for quite a while I hope. :) Let’s get started with the reading.

Decks Used: Rider-Waite and The Golden Future (oracle) by Diana Cooper

Pile 1 🌊

Cards: The Lovers, Illuminated Light, Family Relationships.

Wow, This is really interesting Pile 1! I’ve never really heard of this before but it seems like your partner has enveloped sexual energy with a light, almost healing, loving one. I believe they have a ‘love kink’ is that even a thing? lol 😆 Or perhaps a mutual praise kink. Showering you with expensive gifts and travels too. I swear I had a pile similar to this in my last reading so if you picked that as well then this is definitely for you.

I feel like your partner didn’t have all the love in their household available to them growing up. Maybe their parents were divorced, or just always away for work. They saw this and wanted things to be different, imagined a life for themselves where they marry who they really love and shower them in it everyday. If their parents weren’t divorced then maybe they just come from a culture where showing love outwardly isn’t expressed and they felt like a black sheep for wanting that. They want to engage in extreme sensory pleasures with you, pile 1. No pain, just pleasure is what i’m hearing. Massage oil, feathering touches and caresses in between soft kisses, chocolate honey and strawberries (Food is coming through here - could be a Taurus ♉️), maybe some flavored lube lmao 🤣 They are sort of cracking me up with this and if you are a sort of ‘bossy’ type of person and having trouble receiving such affection I get that, but they will also make you feel good AF!! “Just lay back and left me try to make you squirt” Is what i’m hearing LMAOO they are kinda freaky but wrap it in such love and respect they hold for you. If you were expecting hard bondage and slapping i’m sorry my dears, this person probably doesn’t get that but will do it to make you happy i’m hearing.

Overall Your future spouse will love you in the most tender and heartfelt way! You’ll feel adored, cherished, and supported every single day. The future looks bright and full of love! 💕🌟

Hope that brings a smile to your face!

Pile 2 🌊

Cards: The Star (why so many major arcana already lol I think my readers rate attracting some big time freaks 🥵), The Waters of the Planet, The Super Love Portal, The emperor jumped out also.

Okay, can somebody say dom?? Even if you are to wed a women pile 2, your future spouse will be dominating AF. They might like to hear you cry Mommy/Daddy for them 🫣. You guys are the type of couple that falls into these roles very easily in bed ( or elsewhere 😏) and keeps it up until old age. Big “old couple grinding on each at the nursing home” energy here lmao. They will also have a voyeurism kink, I think they are little too possessive to actually have s*x in front of other people, but perhaps letting others know in a sneaky way by leaving hickeys on your neck or scratches on your back.

You know how some people are subjected at work by their boss so they become dominant in bed? Well, your future spouse is the opposite. They have a dominant almost domineering presence at work and a loving, but also just as firm role in s*x. They could be an ENTJ, i’m not good with mbti but they fit that vibe. As for signs i’m getting Scorpio or Capricorn energy, not necessarily their sign just the energy they have. I feel like this person is cold to certain people, especially at their job, however when it comes to you, let’s just say they indulge in you in extra special treatment. You definitely get pretty princess treatment with them, that’s how you’ll know they’re the one! But be careful pile 2 as if you are not used to this treatment it will attract jealousy. My advice is to mediate and communicate well together outside the bedroom since your chemistry is so electric within it. 😉❤️‍🔥

Overall Your future spouse will be a strong, dominant, and confident person, but their love for you will be equally strong and full of devotion. They will protect, lead, and support you in ways that make you feel safe, loved, and empowered. Together, you’ll conquer the world! 🌍💪

Hope this reading resonates with you! 🌟

Pile 3 🌊

Cards: Page of Wands, Our Beautiful Planet, The 12 Chakras,

Let me set the scene for you my pile 3s: you can tell your partner is a little nervous, they don’t give themselves to just anyone. They are sensitive, sweet, smart and highly spiritual. You two get close and you ask them lightheartedly flirting what they like in bed. Still their cheeks warm just thinking about it. They muster the courage themselves to tell you; Making you c*m with me.

Pile 3, your future spouse is definitely the shy and sensitive type. The type you want to bring home to your mother and keeps an open mind about all your tarot-loving hippy dippy stuff. They feel bad about it, they really do, but when you’re around looking the way you look to them, they think of nothing else but making you c*m. I think they will have a kundalini awakening with you that causes this. When you to come together… and c*m together, it feels earth shattering and universally orgasmic. 🤤

I almost don’t want to say to much in comparison to the other piles because of what a sweet soul they are, but they could be bullied in the past and that causes them to have a lot of empathy or others, especially for women. Unlike many they want to know how to make a woman reach her climax and they get off more on that sometimes than taking. I’ll leave you on that delightful note to ponder, pile 3.

Your future spouse will be a warm, sensitive soul, giving all their love and care to you. Their deep emotional connection will make you feel safe and loved, and they’ll always put effort into making your relationship flourish. Together, you’ll build a beautiful, loving life. 💖🌟

I hope this reading fills you with love and positivity! 🌷✨

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That’s all y’all! See you next time, and remember if it don’t apply let it fly!

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woman crush wednesday (paige x reader) (next part)

summary: paige is asked who her celebrity crush is on instagram live and you’re pleasantly surprised when she responds with your name

content warnings: none!

inspired by this request from @rizzlerbuckets 🌟

“You have to see this, Y/N.” Your best friend exclaimed as she joined you in your kitchen where you were making dinner for the both of you.

You glance up from the stove to see her phone in her hand outstretched in your direction. There’s a video playing and from what you can see, it’s a screen recording of an Instagram live. The are two girls in the frame and they look like they’re in a dorm room.

“What is this? Who are they?” You ask confused, turning your attention back to the steak you were frying in a pan.

“They’re basketball players, just watch.” She insists, pushing her phone closer to your face.

You turn your gaze to the video and do as your best friend says. You watch the girls on screen as they read through the comments they were getting. They would laugh every now and then and you found yourself entranced by the blonde and the way her eyes scrunched at the sides when she smiled.

Your best friend turns up the volume of her phone and watches you closely with raised brows.

“OK OK! This is a good question whos your celebrity crush?” The girl with the braids directs to her friend next to her.

The blonde girl ponders for all of three seconds, “This is easy.” She grins and you’re expecting the usual response of one of the many famous men that most girls pine over. Channing Tatum, Michael B Jordan, Harry Styles, Justin Bieber, Vinnie Hacker, Jude Bellingham and you’re not sure why your best friend wanted you to watch this so bad. Until you hear her answer and it’s none of the names you imagined, it’s not even a man. It’s you.

“She’s bad bad.” The blonde continues, “And she sings. What more could you ask for?”

“Damn OK, someones down bad.” Her friend teases, “Y/N, if you’re watching this, let my girl Paige here take you on a date.” You laugh because you imagined the girls never would have thought you’d actually watch this video but, little do they know, your best is chronically online and sees everything that’s posted about you. Of course, she picks and chooses what she shares with you but you’re secretly glad this video made it through her vetting process.

“How old is this girl?” You ask cautiously before making any further comments.

“I’ll Google!” Your best friend chimes, tapping away at her phone. “Twenty two.” She clarifies, the same age as you.

“And she’s still in college?” You ask.

“It says here she was injured for the majority of two seasons so she was eligible to redshirt. She goes to University of Connecticut.” Your best friend explains, probably reading through Wikipedia.

You and your best friend discuss Paige over dinner, scrolling through her various social media accounts. Now you knew her age, you had no problem voicing how you felt about her. “She’s hot.” You say as her most recent TikTok plays on a loop.

Not only was she blonde, which was historically your type, but she had the most beautiful blue eyes that could draw you in, even through a screen. She played basketball, so of course she was tall but the way she carried herself so confidently and purposeful had you in a chokehold. Her muscular body, that she had no problem showing off, had your heart rate spiking each time she flexed her biceps in videos that now flooded your For You Page.

“Well, you know where Connecticut isn’t far from? New York.” Your best friend says, “And where are we? NEW YORK!” She triumphs as if you hadn’t already been able to come to that conclusion yourself.

“I’m messaging her.” You announce, opening Instagram and searching for Paiges name.

“What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know, something flirty.” You reply, fingers hovering over your keyboard as you think.

“Picture of your mommy milkers?” Your best friend says and you laugh at her suggestion, “No! Not yet, anyway.”

You type out a message before deleting it and you finally land on,

heard you wanted to take me on a date?

Paige is quick to reply, you’ve barely put your phone down before it pings.

hahah you saw the live?

im embarrassed

dont be, im flattered

and wondering where you’re taking me

You cringe at your boldness but the send the message anyway. Paige was hot and she clearly thought you were too so what was the harm in having some fun?

are you busy right now?

wow, you don’t waste any time

not for the date darling, call me

Paige sends you her number and you press call, anxiously waiting for her to answer. When she does, her voice is smoky and sweet and your brows raise at her tone and you excuse yourself to your bedroom, leaving your best friend grinning from ear to ear like a kid in a candy store.

You and Paige chatted for longer than you realise and you find yourself giggling like a teenager at her words. It’s almost midnight when Paiges words become softer and slower, “It’s late. I should let you go.” You say not wanting to keep her up.

“Or you could stay on the phone and sing me to sleep.” She quips, earning another giggle from you.

“Let’s save that for another time. When I’m actually there and you can feel my breath on your neck.” You drawl.

You hear a sharp in take of breath, “Don’t play.” Paige says lowly.

“Goodnight Paige.” You giggle, satisfied with her flustered response.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

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a/n: just a short one but this was actually really fun to write! hope u enjoy 💋 vinnie hacker mention because p is never escaping that 😭

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kookooluvr · 2 months ago

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OUR LITTLE LIFE — PART 1

moments in your little life with the man of your dreams, from the domesticity found in early morning burnt toast and bedtime kisses to late-night diaper disasters, passive-aggressive arguments about laundry, and him proving that married sex can in fact still break the headboard.

pairing: dad!jungkook x (fem) mom!reader

genre: fluff, smut (angst is barely sprinkled in here and there) family!au, slice of life!au, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader, lots of cute married couple moments

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

w/c: 5.5k

warnings: takes place when little jungwoo is 22 months old, jk and oc have a date night for the first time since jungwoo was born, yoongi babysits, jungkook is a little nervous to leave jungwoo for the first time, some mishaps, date night doesn't go as planned but oc doesn't care, flirting, kissing, suggestive themes and vague descriptions of sex but nothing too explicit for now.

a/n: introducing our new couple; mr. and mrs. jeon !!! ☺️☺️ i hope you love them as much as i do bc they're just super fluffy and in love and there's nothing better than a man who is completely and utterly obsessed with his wife. let me know your thoughts on them and don't forget to like, comment, reblog and all the fun things 🫶🏼🌟

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SERIES MASTERLIST

You close your eyes, savouring the steaming water cascading over your shoulders in the shower, blissfully tuning out the squeals and chatter echoing from the hallway outside. Tonight is date night. It's actually going to be your first proper evening out alone with Jungkook in almost two years and you intend on enjoying every second of it, including the rare luxury of an uninterrupted everything-shower.

Outside the bathroom, however, is an entirely different story.

"Jungwoo, please," Jungkook half-laughs, half-pleads as he chases after the giggling toddler. He's already dressed in a black button up shirt and black slacks, his cologne wafting through the air, his hair styled perfectly for date night. "Daddy's getting tired, you gotta put on your pyjamas. Don't you wanna help daddy out?"

The little boy shrieks gleefully, running in circles around his room, his messy hair bouncing wildly, his chubby cheeks flushed. "Nooo!" His high-pitched voice fills the room, delightfully defiant.

Jungkook, feeling slightly out of breath, shakes his head, unable to hold back a smile as he chases his half-naked son. "Jungwoo-yah! Come on, work with me here."

"Nooo," Jungwoo giggles, shaking his head. He stands in the middle of his room, playfully wiggling his hips. "Daddy slow!"

Jungkook gasps dramatically, his hand clutching his chest in mock offense. "Daddy's slow?! Oh, you're asking for it, mister." He quickly grabs Jungwoo before he can run away again, swinging him around in his arms and peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses, making him squeal.

Jungkook carries him over to his bed and lays him down, attempting yet again to wrangle him into the tiny, light blue pyjamas decorated with little dinosaurs. "We gotta get you dressed, buddy. Mommy's gonna be ready soon and she'll be upset with daddy if you're not ready too."

"Play!" Jungwoo insists stubbornly, grabbing Jungkook's face between his small hands, squishing his cheeks. "Play, daddy!"

Jungkook softens instantly, his eyes crinkling affectionately. He turns his head to kiss his son's tiny palms, sighing softly. "Okay, let's make a deal. If daddy gets these pyjamas on you right now, we can play with your dinosaurs for a bit. Deal?"

Jungwoo tilts his head, thinking deeply for a moment, his expression so adorably serious that Jungkook has to bite back a chuckle.

"Okay," he nods, stretching his tiny arms up willingly. "Jamas, daddy!"

"Oh, now you want pyjamas, huh?" Jungkook chuckles, gently slipping the soft cotton onto his son's body. "You're lucky you're so cute, you little troublemaker."

"So tute," he giggles, his chubby cheeks puffing out, looking almost identical to his dad.

"You're definitely your mom's kid with that charm," he scoffs, buttoning up Jungwoo's little pyjama top before putting on the pants and smoothing down his messy hair.

Just then, the bathroom door opens, steam billowing out as you step out, wrapped in a fluffy towel, freshly shaved and exfoliated. You stand in the doorway of Jungwoo's room, smiling at your boys.

"Look at you two," you chuckle, watching Jungkook tend to your son. "Did daddy finally manage to win the battle of the pyjamas?"

Jungkook shoots you a playfully pointed look, sitting on the edge of the toddler's bed while Jungwoo climbs into his lap. "Don't start. Your son has limitless amounts of energy, you know."

"Daddy slow," Jungwoo chirps, giggling into his dad's chest.

"Hey!" Jungkook laughs, gently tickling Jungwoo's sides. He glances back at you with a soft smile on his face. "We survived, barely."

You walk over to them, clutching your towel to your chest as you bend down to press a kiss to Jungwoo's cheek, then to Jungkook's temple, lingering a second longer than necessary. "My heroes."

Jungwoo hops off his dad's lap to play with his race cars on the floor, allowing Jungkook to stand up and wrap his arms around your waist. "Did you enjoy your shower, baby?"

"Mhm. But it sounded like I missed quite a show."

"Well, next time, you get pyjamas duty," he smiles, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. "He's a ball of energy."

You let out a soft huff of laughter, pulling back to meet his gaze. "I guess I'll have to reward daddy later then."

"Oh, I'm definitely gonna hold you to that," he murmurs softly, a mischievous sparkle dancing in his eyes.

You step back with a smile, gently squeezing your husband's bicep as you go. "I'm gonna go get dressed. You two behave yourselves, okay?"

"No promises," he calls out before scooping Jungwoo up into his arms, pulling a loud giggle from his son.

You make your way to your bedroom and start getting ready while they play. You dry your hair and change into your dress; the black one with the lace trim that shows just enough cleavage to drive your husband a little bit crazy. You apply your makeup and spritz some perfume onto your neck and wrists, when the doorbell rings downstairs. That would be Yoongi, right on time.

Downstairs, Jungkook makes his way to the door with Jungwoo in his arms. "Let's go greet Uncle Yoongi, hm?"

"Yoonie!" Jungwoo cheers excitedly, his tiny hands clapping together. He loves his uncles and aunts, partially because they all spoil him rotten. But who could blame them when your son is just so stinking cute.

Jungkook chuckles and opens the door. Yoongi is stood on the front porch, looking casual and calm as always, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, Kook. Hey, little man," he greets, a gummy smile spreading across his face when he sees Jungwoo's excited face.

"Yoonie!" Jungwoo repeats, squirming out of his dad's hold to hug Yoongi's leg.

"Thanks for doing this, hyung," Jungkook murmurs, stepping aside to let his friend inside. "You're saving our lives tonight."

"No big deal. I figured you two deserve a break," Yoongi shrugs, ruffling Jungwoo's soft hair, the little boy running off to the living room, looking excited to show his uncle all of his toys.

"Okay, so I wrote down some instructions," Jungkook says as he walks over to the kitchen to show Yoongi the piece of paper stuck to the fridge with a magnet. "I know it might seem a little excessive but he's particular about his routines and I don't wanna mess anything up. Trust me, hyung, one missed step and you're done for."

Yoongi's mouth quirks into a barely suppressed smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he sits down at the kitchen island. "Instructions, huh?"

"Yes," Jungkook nods. "First thing, his favourite snacks. He loves apple slices, but they can't be too thick or else he won't eat them. They need to be really thin. Also, there's yogurt on the top shelf in the fridge, but only strawberry. Don't try the banana flavour, he hates it."

Yoongi hums in mock seriousness, nodding along. "Got it. Thin apples, strawberry yogurt. What else?"

Jungkook hardly notices the teasing glint in his friend's eyes, too caught up in his anxious, fatherly checklist. "Songs. For bedtime, it's gotta be the little lullaby playlist on the tablet. He'll let you know what he wants."

"Got it," Yoongi nods patiently, holding back a laugh.

"Oh, and his bedtime routine," Jungkook continues as Jungwoo toddles into the kitchen, his dad scooping him up and sitting him down on the edge of the kitchen counter. "He's already had his bath. He can watch cartoons, but bedtime is at 8. Make sure you brush his teeth. Also, he likes when you read to him, sometimes he'll ask for two bedtime stories, and he likes you to leave the nightlight on, the one with the little dinosaurs on the-"

Yoongi can't hold his grin from breaking into a chuckle. "I got it, Kook. Jungwoo and I will be fine, right buddy?"

Jungwoo nods enthusiastically, smiling up at his dad.

Jungkook lets out a little sigh and nods, still a little nervous despite Yoongi's reassurance.

You descend down the stairs, dressed and ready for your night out, catching the tail end of Jungkook's nervous instructions. You lean against the kitchen island, resting your hand on your hip. "Did he give you the full survival manual?" you tease.

Yoongi laughs, glancing over at you with a relieved look. "I think we're just about done."

Jungkook takes in your appearance, his lips parting at the sight of you. It's been a while since he's seen you this dolled up, and don't get him wrong, he thinks you're sexy even when you're in sweatpants and greasy hair in mom-mode, but seeing you like this is doing a good job of reminding him just how hot his wife is.

"I'm just...making sure hyung knows the ropes," he mumbles absentmindedly, his eyes zeroing in on your cleavage in that dress.

"I think Yoongi can handle Jungwoo for a few hours, baby," you chuckle, stepping closer to wrap your arms around his waist, looking up at him. "He'll be fine."

Jungkook pouts, leaning into you, his arms loosely wrapping around your shoulders. "I'm not worried about hyung. I'm worried about Jungwoo tricking him into letting him stay up late."

"I can handle him," Yoongi nods, chuckling fondly.

Jungkook looks down at you and sighs, dramatically feigning defeat before glancing back at Yoongi. "Alright, fine. But call us if anything happens, okay, hyung? Even if it's just that Jungwoo sneezed or something."

"Noted," Yoongi scoffs, exchanging a look with you.

You chuckle and press a soft kiss to your husband's cheek. "Ready to go, Daddy Bear?"

His lips tug into a smile, affection radiating from his eyes as he glances between Yoongi and Jungwoo. He nods, finally relaxing into your embrace.

"Yeah, let's get out of here before I start another lecture."

You pick Jungwoo up and give him a big hug and a kiss on his cheek, murmuring a soft, "Be good for Uncle Yoongi, okay, Woo-Woo?" As you grab your purse, you glance over your shoulder, catching Jungkook giving Yoongi one last concerned look, silently mouthing, "Thin apples."

Oh, how you love this man.

The second the front door closes behind you, Jungkook sighs dramatically, leaning back against it for a moment as you start walking toward the car.

"Are you sure Yoongi can handle him?" he asks, anxiety sneaking back into his tone. "I mean, Jungwoo can be a menace."

You laugh, gently tugging his sleeve to pull him away from the house. "Yoongi lived with Hobi and Joon for five years. Babysitting Jungwoo should be a piece of cake in comparison."

"I guess that's true," Jungkook chuckles, following you to the car. He opens your door for you, leaning in closely as you settle in. He presses a kiss to your cheek and closes the door before jogging around the car. You watch fondly, feeling a little flutter of excitement as he slides into the driver's seat and turns the car on.

Once the engine hums to life, Jungkook glances over at you, his eyes trailing over your face illuminated by the streetlight. "You look gorgeous, by the way."

You smile shyly, cheeks flushing under his gaze. Even after years of marriage and a baby, he still manages to make you feel all giddy and mushy inside. A simple compliment from him has your face flushing and your heart racing.

"You look pretty good yourself, Mr. Jeon."

His eyebrow quirks up as he backs out of the driveway. "Careful, baby. You keep calling me Mr. Jeon and we might not even make it to dinner."

"Promises, promises," you tease, reaching out to gently trail your fingers along the back of his hand on the gear shift. Your smile softens, gazing at him thoughtfully. "It's been way too long since we've done this. I'm excited."

Jungkook hums, keeping his eyes ahead of him while he turns on the radio. "Yeah, we used to do date nights almost every weekend."

Yeah," you smile, feeling nostalgic. "Now date night is microwaving leftover chicken nuggets and watching cartoons at 2 a.m."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with reheated chicken nuggets," Jungkook retorts playfully, shooting you a smirk before returning his attention to the road. "But I definitely prefer you in this dress over my old hoodies."

"Really? You don't like the ketchup stains? That's kinda become my thing lately."

He scoffs, shaking his head in amusement. "You could wear a potato sack and I'd still think you're hot."

Your laughter fills the car, bright and melodic. You lean closer, voice dropping to a playful whisper, "Is that a kink confession? Do potato sacks get you off?"

"Shush," he laughs, cheeks flushed, clearly flustered by your teasing. "I'm just saying you're unfairly beautiful, okay? Stop bullying your husband."

"I'm sorry, baby. You know I love you," you murmur sweetly, your fingers lightly trailing up along his thigh, watching his muscles visibly tense, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Better?"

"Worse, baby" he groans, shifting in his seat. "You're cruel."

"You love it," you tease, eyes glinting mischievously. "Admit it."

His lips quirk up into a soft smile, glancing over at you, his eyes laced with affection. "Yeah. Maybe I do."

A comfortable silence falls between you for a moment, the radio playing quietly in the background. Jungkook takes your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, bringing back memories of the dates he took you on back when you were younger, those nights you both spent shyly falling in love.

"I love Woo-Woo with all my heart, but...I missed these moments," you sigh, breaking the silence. "Y'know, when we're just us, not mom and dad."

"Yeah, me too," he murmurs softly, glancing at you with such soft intensity it sends warmth rushing through your chest. "You think he would notice if we made this a weekly thing?"

"Absolutely," you laugh. "And he'd probably guilt-trip you for not taking him on a date as well."

"Yeah," Jungkook chuckles softly. "Little guy learned from the best."

You feign shock. "Me? Are you accusing me of manipulation?"

"Not accusing. Complimenting," he teases, squeezing your hand gently. "You're very persuasive."

"Good save," you laugh, leaning across the console to press a tender kiss against his cheek. Your lips linger, warmth radiating between you both. "Almost just threw away your bedroom privileges."

Jungkook's eyebrows raise, a slow, suggestive smile spreading across his face. "Do I get bedroom privileges tonight?"

"Depends," you grin, reaching out to absentmindedly play with the hair at the back of his neck. "You can do whatever you want to me in the bedroom if this date goes well."

He groans, his eyes briefly flickering over to you before returning to the road. "You're gonna make me crash this car."

You pull your hand away, resting in back in your lap, biting back a satisfied grin. "Sorry. I'll behave until after dinner."

"Good," he scoffs. "I don't think this restaurant would appreciate me showing up hard as a rock."

You snort, looking out the car's window, watching the buildings as you pass by. "Is it fancy?"

"Oh yeah. Booked it a week ago," Jungkook nods proudly. "I heard they have great reviews. Candlelit tables, expensive wine, we're going all out tonight."

Your smile grows wider as you look over at him, feeling touched by the amount of effort he put into date night. "Look at you, Mr. Romance."

He shoots you a smirk, looking rather smug. "Husband of the Year, huh?"

You roll your eyes. "You're lucky I love you."

He smiles tenderly, his voice dropping to a soft, sincere murmur. "I love you more, you know. Even more than back when we first started dating." He stops at a red light, giving you his full attention, his eyes sparkling in the low light of the car. He leans in close, his face inches from yours.

You meet him halfway, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He deepens the kiss, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his eyes fluttering shut. The kiss leaves you breathless, your heart pounding as he slips his tongue into your mouth. It gets heated before you break away, looking like a flustered teenage girl again. "Light's green."

He chuckles softly, turning back to the road, visibly proud of himself. "Fine. To be continued."

You lean back, cheeks warm, heart full. You've missed this so much. Missed him, missed the playful flirting and teasing, the effortless chemistry that makes your marriage feel so vibrant and alive.

Tonight is already perfect, and dinner hasn't even started yet. At least, that's what you think.

Jungkook leads you into the cozy, dimly lit restaurant, your excitement growing at the romantic ambiance, the soft music drifting through the air, candlelit tables creating the perfect atmosphere for your long-awaited night together.

He confidently steps up to the hostess podium, giving the young woman behind it a charming smile.

"Reservation for Jeon Jungkook, please," he says, resting his hand at the base of your spine.

The hostess nods politely, tapping something into her tablet before her expression falters. Her eyes nervously flicker from the screen back up to Jungkook, a flush creeping onto her cheeks.

"Um, I'm really sorry, sir, but..." she hesitates, clearly uncomfortable. "It looks like we've accidentally double-booked your table. It seems we don't have any...availability right now."

Jungkook's smile falters, replaced with confusion. "What do you mean double-booked? I made this reservation a week ago."

The hostess swallows anxiously, shifting on her feet. "Yes, I see that, sir, but there must have been a system glitch or something. Unfortunately, we're completely booked tonight."

He sighs, clearly frustrated. "Is there nothing you can do? We've been looking forward to this all week. This is our first night out in a really long time."

She shakes her head apologetically. "I'm so sorry, sir. We can offer you a reservation for another day if you'd like-"

"That won't really help right now, will it?" he interrupts, clearly annoyed.

You gently stroke his forearm, remaining calm. "Hey, it’s okay, baby. It's not her fault."

He looks down at you, his eyes softening immediately. "But this was supposed to be special."

"It still is," you reassure him, not seeming too bothered by the mishap. "Let's just find somewhere else to eat. It's okay, really."

Jungkook sighs, his shoulders dropping. He gives you a small nod, turning back to the hostess. "Sorry, it's just...we have a toddler, we don't get to do this often."

She gives him an apologetic smile. "I completely understand, sir. Again, I'm very sorry about the mix-up."

"It's okay. Thank you anyway," he mutters, giving her a weak smile before guiding you to the exit. He sighs, clearly disappointed. "I can't believe it. This was supposed to be really fancy and romantic."

You give him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand while you walk. "It's still romantic as long as I'm with you. Let's just try somewhere else. Maybe that nice Japanese restaurant downtown."

He smiles faintly, lacing his fingers with yours. "Fine, but I'm leaving them a one-star review."

"You will not," you laugh, lightly nudging him with your shoulder as you head through the exit.

He stops you on the sidewalk outside, letting go of your hand to wrap his arms around your waist. "I swear, I had this night perfectly planned out. I'm sorry it's off to a bad start."

"Hey, don't apologize," you shake your head, but before you can continue, a sudden clap of thunder cracks loudly above you, making you both jump in surprise.

"Oh no," Jungkook groans, glancing up just as the skies open, heavy rain pouring down and instantly soaking you both.

"Perfect timing!" you laugh, shrieking as cold raindrops splash against your skin. Jungkook quickly pulls you into his chest, attempting to shield you, though he's just as soaked as you are.

"Run!" he shouts through his laughter, grabbing your hand and dashing toward the car. Your shoes squelch through rapidly forming puddles as you race across the parking lot, both giggling breathlessly.

You both scramble into the car, completely drenched and panting for air. Jungkook stares at you for a moment, hair plastered to his forehead, shirt sticking to his skin. You look equally ridiculous, makeup slightly smudged, dress clinging uncomfortably.

"This is officially a disaster," Jungkook sighs, his head falling back against the seat.

"A memorable disaster, though," you chuckle, squeezing water out of your hair. "We'll never forget it, that's for sure."

He glances at you, his eyes containing amusement despite the chaos. "How are you still optimistic right now?"

"Someone has to be," you shrug.

He sighs, feeling determined to recover some dignity. "Alright, plan B. I'll check if the Japanese restaurant has a reservation for us."

You smile encouragingly, watching him fiddle with his phone, taking a few minutes to check if the Japanese restaurant has any availability. After a few moments, though, he tosses it back into his lap with an exasperated groan.

"Everything's either closed or booked solid," he mutters, looking defeated once more. "So much for date night."

You reach over to him, gently pushing some wet strands of hair from his forehead, an apologetic smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Come on, it's not a total loss yet."

He raises a skeptical eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

Your smile grows more genuine, leaning over to kiss his wet cheek. "Yeah, because I know exactly how to fix this."

"How?" he asks, looking wary but amused.

"Fast-food date," you announce proudly. "Let's just go and get burgers and have a car picnic."

He sighs, his face twisting into a defeated smile.

Twenty minutes later, you find yourselves in a brightly lit fast-food drive-through, Jungkook ordering your meals into the speaker.

"Can I get two double cheeseburgers, two large fries, and two strawberry milkshakes, please," he calls out into the intercom before driving to the next window to pay, stealing a glance at you with a cheeky grin. "Only the best fine dining for my lady."

You giggle, fondly rolling your eyes.

After the food arrives, Jungkook parks in the dimly lit parking lot, the rain pattering against the car's windshield. "Your romantic dinner, madame," he quips as he hands you your food.

You unwrap your burger, taking a bite and sighing happily, your cheeks stuffed. "Honestly? I wouldn't trade this for anything right now."

He takes a bite of his own burger and beams at you, his shoulders finally relaxing now that he knows you're not disappointed. "Really?"

"Really," you nod, popping a fry into your mouth. "It feels like we're teenagers again, taking late night drives to eat greasy food."

He laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I guess. It's just too bad you didn't get to have the overpriced wine I was planning on ordering at that restaurant."

"Overpriced? I'm glad I didn't get to have it," you scoff. "Tell me, what would have paired well with the ravioli I never got to eat?"

"Easy," he shrugs, licking some smudged sauce from his thumb. "That cheap red wine we used to buy back in uni. The one with the twist cap that we always struggled to open."

You burst out laughing, thinking back to the days when drinking red wine made you feel rich and fancy, even if it tasted less than mediocre. "God, that stuff tasted like bad grape juice and...regret," you chuckle.

"And yet, you said yes to marrying me after drinking a bottle of it," he teases, grinning from ear to ear. "So clearly it got the job done."

There's something so comforting about sitting in the car with the rain falling outside, no distractions, just the two of you reminiscing about the start of your relationship.

"Remember when we moved in together?" you ask, popping a fry into your mouth.

Jungkook groans dramatically. "You mean when we realized neither of us knew how to install curtains or assemble IKEA furniture?"

You snort. "And yet, we survived."

"Barely," he laughs. "I almost broke up with you over that bookshelf."

"You mean the one that still leans slightly to the left?"

"Exactly," he scoffs, giving you a pointed look. "That one."

You both giggle like teenagers, cheeks flushed, hearts filled with nostalgia.

"And then," you sigh dramatically, "I blinked and we were married. And pregnant."

"You were a terrifying pregnant woman," he mutters with a snort. "Gorgeous. Glowing...but also terrifying. You once cried because your steak was overcooked."

"It was overcooked, I wasn't overreacting!"

"And you accused me of breathing too loud during your third trimester."

"You were breathing loud!" you gasp, laughing so hard it makes your stomach ache.

"I was asleep!" he exclaims, but he's laughing too, head tipped back against the seat. "Man, you were so pregnant. Like, full power, final boss level."

You wipe your eyes, still chuckling. "But you were so patient with me."

"You made it easy to be patient," he murmurs, his voice growing softer. "You were growing my baby in there. How could I not worship you?"

You smile, leaning your head against the headrest. "I still can't believe we made that little boy."

"I can," Jungkook grins, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with yours. "He's got your eyes, your laugh. My stubbornness, unfortunately."

"And your dramatic flair," you scoff, squeezing his hand.

He snickers. "Yeah, that too."

A beat of comfortable silence passes between you, full of warmth and love and fries eaten with interlocked fingers.

"I missed date nights," you whisper.

Jungkook sighs and lifts your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles. "We'll make more time, I promise. Even if it's just burgers in the car."

You look at him, your heart full to the brim. "As long as it's with you, I don't care what or where we eat."

He feels an immense amount of gratitude towards you for your reassurance. "I love you."

You lean closer, kissing his lips and tasting the subtle remnants of his burger. "I love you too."

"Next time, I promise I'll triple-check the reservations and the weather report."

"You better," you tease, settling back comfortably and taking another bite of your burger. You sigh contentedly, relaxing as the soft hum of the rain surrounds the two of you. Despite the bumps in the road, tonight couldn't feel more perfect.

You're both giggling when you approach your front door, soaking wet from the rain, shoes squeaking against the pavement. Jungkook shakes his head, an amused smile plastered across his face as he pushes his damp hair back and reaches for your hand.

"Well, Mrs. Jeon, tonight was certainly...something," he chuckles.

You lean into him as you walk, your smile spreading wider. "I had a lot of fun."

He unlocks the front door, stepping into the warmth of your home. Your eyes immediately fall on Yoongi, sprawled awkwardly across your couch, knocked out after an evening of chasing Jungwoo around.

"Oh my god," Jungkook whispers, holding back his laughter. "Jungwoo really wore him out."

"Poor Yoongi," you giggle softly, lightly shaking his shoulder. "Yoongi, we're home."

Yoongi jolts awake, blinking rapidly as he sits up, still a bit disoriented after his well-deserved nap. "Wha- oh, you're home."

"How was Jungwoo?"

He yawns, rubbing his eyes. "Kid's a tornado but we managed. He crashed about two hours ago. Honestly, I don't know how you two do this every day."

"You get used to it," Jungkook laughs, gently patting his shoulder. "Thanks, hyung. Seriously, we owe you big time."

"Yeah, you do," Yoongi mutters with a sleepy smile, slowly standing from the couch. He nods toward the stairs. "Anyway, your boy is sleeping like an angel."

"Thanks, Yoongi," you smile gratefully, giving him a quick hug before Jungkook walks him to the door. "We owe you dinner."

"Make it a quiet one next time," he calls out over his shoulder, waving as he slips out the front door.

Once the door closes behind him, Jungkook immediately heads upstairs to check on Jungwoo. You follow, stopping in the doorway of his bedroom. Jungkook wraps his arm around your shoulders, lovingly gazing at his son who's fast asleep, tiny fingers curled protectively around his favourite dinosaur plushie.

"He looks so cute like this," Jungkook whispers wistfully.

You smile as you rest your head in the crook of his neck. "Just like his daddy."

Jungkook laughs softly, turning his head to press a soft kiss to your temple. "You flatter me."

Once you've made sure the little one is peacefully asleep, he quietly guides you out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry again about tonight," he whispers sincerely, leaning against the wall in the hallway. "I really wanted it to be special and not in a boring drive-through parking lot."

"Hey," you whisper softly, stepping closer and gently cupping his cheeks in your hands. "It doesn't matter. It was special anyway."

He tilts his head, eyes searching yours for any doubt or hesitation. "You're not just saying that?"

"Of course I'm not just saying that, baby." You shake your head with a warm smile, leaning up on your tiptoes until your lips gently brush against his ear. "Besides, date night doesn't have to end yet."

The corners of his mouth twitch into a little grin, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. "No?"

You shake your head, fingers slowly sliding down his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing speeds up. "No. I'm still wearing this dress, you still look devastating in that shirt, Jungwoo's asleep..."

Jungkook's gaze darkens, a slow smirk curling across his lips. "Are you saying what I think you're saying, Mrs. Jeon?"

You tug at his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. "Come find out."

He follows you wordlessly, lips parted, his breath catching slightly as he watches you saunter off ahead of him, each sway of your hips feeling deliberate, teasing. The soft click-clack of your heels, the occasional creak of the wood, it all feels amplified, every second thick with anticipation.

When you reach the bedroom and you hear the click of the door closing behind you, you turn to look at him, your hands reaching behind you to unzip your dress, already kicking off your heels.

"Door locked?" you ask, your voice quiet but suggestive.

Jungkook doesn't hesitate. "Locked," he whispers, already peeling off his soaked shirt and dropping it to the floor, holding eye contact.

"Still think tonight wasn't perfect?" you grin, slowly pulling the dress' zip down your back.

He steps toward you slowly, reverently, like you're something sacred. "It's perfect now."

You meet him halfway, your hands finding the warm skin of his chest as his lips brush over yours, slow, deep, aching with the weight of everything you haven't gotten to do in so long. He kisses you like he's starved for you, like every little glance and touch he gave you this evening built up the need he's feeling now. His hands slide along your waist, down your hips, and back up to slowly pull your dress from your skin, his tongue licking into your mouth.

"God, baby," he whispers against your lips. "You're so sexy."

You sigh into his mouth, fingers tangling in his damp hair. "Make love to me, Jungkook."

Clothes drop slowly, his hands never rushing, never fumbling, just steady and deliberate, like he wants to memorise every inch of you all over again. You melt into his touch, your back hitting the bed, laughter mixing with gasps as your limbs tangle beneath the sheets.

It's not frantic or wild like the times when Jungwoo goes down for a nap and you only have a limited amount of time before he wakes up again.

No. It's soft and slow, breathtaking, months of exhaustion and longing and love unravelling into breathless moans and whispered confessions against bare skin. He holds you like he never wants to let go. Thrusts into you like it's the most pleasure he's ever felt in his life. Kisses you like the world could end tomorrow and he'd still want this to be the last thing he feels.

He cums with your name on his lips and your nails digging into his back.

When it's over, he lays with his head pressed to your bare chest, your bodies feeling warm and drowsy, your leg draped over his hip and his hand softly stroking your thigh.

"I love you," he breathes out, his lips brushing over your collarbone, his voice coming out sleepy and blissful.

You smile, lazily playing with his messy hair. "I love you."

He huffs out a soft chuckle, kissing your sternum. "You think date night was a success after all?"

You hum, already half-asleep. "Rain, burgers and sex with my husband? Honestly...pretty unbeatable."

He laughs, holding you tighter. You both drift off to sleep feeling content, and even though the night didn't go to plan, it somehow turned into everything you both needed.

You look forward to the next date night with your favourite guy.

PART 2

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