#I wanna smoosh his face with mine

[thepixelelf]

warnings: coarse language. wc: 793

[the amnesia card always declines]

If there's one thing Joshua Hong has above all else, it's the audacity.

If there's two things, it's the audacity and the most grabbable, stupidly defined, makes-you-wanna-bite-into-them man tits you've ever seen in your godforsaken, miserable life.

Well, okay, maybe that counts as three things. Whatever.

"Oh my fucking god," you hiss, ducking closer to the coffee shop/bakery's table and hiding your entire head with both arms. "What is he doing here?!"

Soonyoung, the least subtle person you know (but you've given up on fixing him at this point) turns 180 degrees in his chair to watch the loser posing for a "totally casual" photoshoot outside. He hums in understanding, putting his hand under his chin like an experienced detective. "He must've seen your instagram story."

"He doesn't even follow me..."

"Oh, he's following you, alright." Soonyoung turns back around and stabs his fork into his strawberries 'n' cream croffle.

You glare at him over the pastries on the table. "Very funny."

"I know I am," he says with a dumb smile that says your sarcasm was not effective! "When are you going to stop holding your stupid grudge?"

An offended scoff escapes you. "It is a completely reasonable grudge, for your information."

"What, you being mad at him for...kissing you at that party?"

"For smooshing that stupid pretty face on mine at that party then acting like it never happened!" You slap your hands on the table, but as soon as you spot Joshua outside start to turn his head, you duck back into hiding.

Soonyoung points his fork at you. "He was drunk."

"So was I," you argue with a sneer. "But I remember everything-- especially you being the reason we had to cut the night short because you started drunk-crying and I had to take you home."

Suddenly capable of shame, Soonyoung scoots forward in his chair and leans over the table. "Have I mentioned that I love you and you're the best friend in the world?"

"Whatever, buddy." You roll your eyes. "Just remember all the shit I've done for you when I'm the one crying in the club."

"Crying in the club?" echoes Joshua--

Joshua?!

Your soul escapes your body entirely and jolts back in a nano-second. "Holy fuck--" You put a hand over your racing heart and send a death glare to the smug offender. "You scared the shit out of me!"

Joshua just smiles that stupidly pretty smile and, damn it, you're supposed to be ignoring this jackass.

"Sorry," he says, but he doesn't sound sorry at all. "Are you free?"

Making a face, you look over at Soonyoung, who just shrugs, then back at Joshua. "...Right now?"

"Right now is good." He nods in thought. "Or later today. Or tomorrow. If not, then the day after that. You've been avoiding me."

You force your shoulders to relax and avert your eyes. "No I haven't."

Joshua's expression suddenly goes solemn, which you notice because, shit, you started looking at him again. "Did I do something?"

At that, you scoff, crossing your arms and shaking your head in disbelief.

"Seriously. That party... I don't remember much, except that I've barely seen you since."

"Don't play the amnesia card on me, Josh. It's so tired."

His brows furrow, and your stupid fingers want to massage the hurt look right off his forehead. As if the dumbass deserves it.

"It's not amnesia," Joshua says. "But it's fuzzy. I can't tell what really happened that night or what was just my dream."

"Really? We're talking dreams now?"

He shrugs, crossing his arms, which fold just underneath those stupid, huge pecs... "I happen to dream about you a lot."

"Mmhm... Sure..." Are they bigger than the croffles? The melon buns? The... "Wait-- what?"

Joshua smiles, and you just know he caught you staring, the little shit. "I said, I dream about you a lot. Kiss scenes included."

Your jaw drops, maybe to the floor, but you can't be bothered to check. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Soonyoung make a perfect circle with his mouth before he hurriedly asks the barista if they serve popcorn.

"Joshua Hong, you..." Standing from your chair, you fist the collar of his fleece sweater in both hands, primed to throttle. "...are so fucking stupid."

Then somehow, even though you're the one who pulls him in, he's the one who takes your breath away.

When your lips part, though, you open your eyes while his stay closed, and he leans in again.

"Wait," you say, halting him with the one word. "How did you find me here?"

Wincing, Joshua peeks just one eye open. "Please don't be mad at him."

You whip around, but the bell over the shop's door is already tinging, and Soonyoung is dashing across the street like his life depends on it.

Good, because it does.

"Kwon Soonyoung! You are so fucking dead!"

#caratlibrary #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #joshua hong scenarios #joshua hong x reader #joshua hong imagines #hong jisoo scenarios #hong jisoo imagines #hong jisoo x reader #svt scenarios #svt imagines #svt x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #.100 #.200 #.300 #.400

[jockfootstories]

Joe felt his buddies boots rest on both of his shoulders as he watched his other two friends game. His friend DJ, sitting behind him, was a bit on the cocky side, and would off and on foot tease him. Joe went along with it as he had a foot fetish but kept it hidden and was confused if DJ had picked up on it as this was his normal disposition. He had seen DJ mess with his other friends with his feet but Joe tried to be more open to the teasing without trying to give himself away. He saw one cowboy boot tilt inward, it now pulling back some so the top pressed against his nose and mouth. “Kiss my boot,” DJ said from behind and started tilting his other boot inward. Joe kind’ve dodged the country boy’s boots some and quietly said,”DJ…. I can smell your feet inside your boots.” The boots in front of him pulled toward him more diligently and Joe fell backwards onto the floor. He instantly tried to sit up but DJ held him down with both feet pinned on his shoulders. Joe saw his friend lean over, smirking down at him, and said,”What’s that Joey? You wanna see how my feet smell?”  I bolt of fear shot through him as Joe instantly said,”No, that’s not what I said.” He squirmed some more but DJ applied more pressure, now wiggling his foot out of one boot, exposing his bare foot. He watched his friend up end his boot and lower the opening over his nose. Joe took a huge inhale, the warm foot/sweat smell filing his lungs as he moved his face back and forth, acting like he was trying to escape. He heard his other friend Hunter say,”Damn DJ, your feet stink. What are you doing?” Joe realizing that his other friend was watching, he amped up his attempt to sit up, and pushed the boot away from his face.  DJ responded half laughing,” Joe wants to smell my feet so I’m seeing how long he can last.”   “I didn’t say that. I said…,” Joe quickly responded, trying to sit up, but was cut off. DJ thrusted him saying,“Shut up and smell,” DJ said, smooshing the bottom of his bare foot onto Joe’s face. “Want your other boot off?,” Hunter asked. Without response Hunter came over, replaced his foot on Joe’s arm, and tugged the boot off of his friend’s foot. He placed the boot on Joe’s chest as Joe croaked out ‘No’ seeing both bare feet descend quickly upon his face. His vision went to darkness as the warm, padded soles cushioned against on him. The feet kept him down, now rubbing against his face, as he heard DJ say, ”Snifff em!”  Hunter snickered, lifting one foot up, nudging Joe’s chest, and added,“Enjoy DJ’s foot smell down there Joe?”  Their other friend Nathan called back to Hunter and Hunter went back to the game. Joe tried to lift himself up a few more times, trying to covertly adjust his crotch , as he struggled. DJ continued working his face under his feet, now scrunching his toes over his nostrils to make him breathe under them. Joe grunted out some but took in a deep inhale, his friend’s foot odor now making him extremely weak. “Oh yah. Like the smell of my boots and feet huh?,”  After 15 or so minutes, DJ removed his soles, and Joe saw Hunter standing over him grinning. He watched Hunter lift his socked foot up and saw it press down onto his face. Joe muffled out a sound but let Hunter rub his foot and toes against his nose as he sniffed in. “Since your face already smell’s like DJ’s feet, you might as well smell mine too.” Both of them verbally teased him for a few minutes, commenting he should be the designated foot rest between games. DJ defiantly getting behind that idea with Joe wondering if he knew about his foot fetish.

[tojipie]

toji face timing a guy best friend who was getting a bit too touchy for his liking? (while y’all r getting freaky iykwim)

content: toji x fem reader, blowjobs, exhibitionism, shiu my beloved, phone sex (kind of?)

toji x reader x shiu will always be so special to me i love my boyfrans

“just like that,” toji mutters, thick hand pressing you to the base of his length. you choke and sputter at the intrusion, feeling him twitch as his high sneaks up on him.

“gonna— fuck” he whispers, voice trailing off as his other hand comes up to hold you down. You flex your throat around his length, squirming at the guttural sound of approval he gives you. 

you wait in pure ecstasy for the telltale feeling of your mouth being flooded, eyes rolling back as his peak approa—

“fuck, hold on,” the incessant buzzing of his phone rips the two of you from the moment.

the whimper you let out is humiliating. almost tantrum-like. you release his length with a small pop, only to have him guide his still-hard cock into your mouth. his way of quelling your little outburst.

the ringing drones on longer than it should. you figure he’s still deciding whether he wants to answer, choosing to take him deeper like it’ll convince him to give up.

“shiu.. facetime,” he mumbles to you, offering nothing else but that. the same shiu whose hand hadn’t left your waist the last time you hosted friends over. toji was oddly calm considering how angry he was at the other man.

the furrow between his brows lets you know he’s up to something. you choose not to question him, tapping the head on your tongue to try and gauge a reaction.

“fuck— behave,” he hisses, swiping accept on the call.

the mindless drone of thirty-something-year-old small talk melts into soft static after a while. toji had pulled you off his cock by the scruff of your neck ten minutes into the call— not wanting to blow his load just yet. 

you practically feel yourself nearing the edge of sleep, cheek smooshed into the skin of his bare thigh, his cock still hard as ever.

that is until the sound of your name piques your interest. 

“what about her?” shiu laughs, feigning ignorance.

“i wanna know why you think it’s okay to be grabbing on a woman that’s not yours.”

your eyes flit open, listening intently as the heated exchange goes down.

“i can’t have friends?” the other man sighs, tone laced with boredom. you hear the click of a lighter in the background, probably being raised to a cigarette. 

toji notices your look of interest, mouth quirking up at the sides as the cogs in his mind turn. you feel yourself being guided back onto his length with a hand on the crown of your head. you start right off where you finished, taking him down to the base with ease.

“friends?” it almost sounds like a laugh when toji says it. “you just want her pussy,” he grumbles, massaging the swell of your throat with deft fingers. 

“and you don’t?”

“i don’t have to chase what’s mine.”

“does she know that?” shiu laughs, voice trailing off as he takes another puff of his cigarette.

toji’s focus shifts to you for a moment, asking a silent question with a quirk of his brow. “can i show him?”

you feel yourself nod as soon as the dots connect, giggling as he sits up to get a good angle.

“dunno, let’s ask,” toji says, flipping the camera to get an up-close view of the way his cock obstructs the shape of your cheek. warm fingers grab ahold of your chin to guide you up and off his length with a wet pop. 

“hi shiuu,” you mumble, sticking your tongue out to slap toji’s tip against it. you throw in a little wave for good measure, too high off the bold act to be shy now.

“atta girl,” toji whispers, voice low enough that only you can hear him.

#adah’s asks #toji x reader #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen #toji x reader smut #toji x fem reader smut #toji x fem!reader #toji smut #jujutsu toji #jjk toji #toji headcanons #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #toji imagine #toji fushiguro #toji

[rosazoldyckk]

Yandere! Lovesick Kite X Reader

A/N: Sorry for slow updates! I lost motivation to write for a while😅

TW’s: none :)

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter Character(s): Kite

355 words

To put it in simple words, Kite is utterly addicted to your lips.

He's been kissing you for what feels like hours to you, but maybe it has been only thirty minutes. You couldn't really tell. With kite chasing after your lips over and over again, kissing you to the point your mind became hazy and your lungs starved for oxygen, you can't process time. All you could focus on was your boyfriend on top of you, practically devouring your lips.

" 'so pretty for me, my pretty baby," he moans against your lips after he breaks the kiss, his eyes half lidded. You were breathless, panting heavily. Your whole body was buzzing and your heart was beating so loud you're sure Kite could hear it.

" 'kite...please…let me breathe...,' you manage mumble.

"wanna kiss you more," he mumbles into your cheek, kissing the skin. His hand trails down your body, stopping to slip under your shirt and caress the skin of your stomach. " can't believe your mine...get to come home to you and get to kiss you like this..."

He's rambling now, face smooshed against your cheek. His fingers draw patterns onto your stomach. By now you've been breathing steadily, though your heart is still hammering like mad. Your hands come up to run through his white hair, knowing how much he likes it when you do that. As your reward, Kite starts pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek and jaw, his lips incapable of moving away from you. And like a moth drawn to a flame, he goes back to your lips once more.

It feels like you're drowning in his love. You don't know where his love starts or begins. You were surrounded on all sides, completely enveloped. Such an endless, deep ocean you're descending into.

"more Kite...more..."

" Don’t worry baby, I'll give you all of me. All of me is yours."

#hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #hunter x hunter x y/n #yandere #yandere x darling #hunter x hunter #hxh fanfic #tw obsessive behavior #yandere x reader #kite hunter x hunter #hxh kite #kite x reader #yandere hxh #kite #hxh #hxh x you #tw obsession

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,045

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*This man runs cold and you can't convince me otherwise, and I personally am a walking furnace! So this popped into my head while reading fics with Oz, and this is the product of that thought. (Also just look at his stupid lil face, I just wanna smoosh his cheeks together and call him my dumb lil baby.)

"I've missed you my darling." Oswald groaned tiredly as he nestled into (Y/n)'s comforting embraced. "And I've miss you my King." She cooed with a smile, knowing just how much he loved that title, pride swelled in her chest when he visibly shuttered. "You are always so warm." Oswald murmured, hiding his face into her neck, his skin practically ice compared to hers. "I'm glad you like that." She chuckled to herself, finding it oh so endearing how he cuddled into her. "I love it." He corrected, all but purring as he lay slack against her. He needed this, he'd had a rough day, like most days anymore. Oswald loved his darling (Y/n), and he was certain he always would. But he especially loved just how warm she always was compared to him. On long cold Gotham days, he longed for the end of the day to cuddle up with his love in their shared bed. All nestled together under the luxurious blankets, safe and warm. It helped to ease the tension in his body, and relax his frazzled mind. And it was a lovely way of showing just how much he not only missed her throughout the day, but also how much he loved her and wanted to always be near her. "Can't I convince you to quit your job, and join me in mine?" Oswald mused thoughtfully, wanting nothing more than to spend every second of every day with his lover. "Afraid not darling, I love my work." (Y/n) kissed the crown of his head, holding him a little tighter. "I know." He sighed sadly, but quickly kissed the side of her neck to assure her that it was okay. "Rest now my King." (Y/n) instructed before she started humming a tender melody, knowing it would help to lull Oswald into a peaceful sleep.

#imagine #gif imagine #extended #oswald cobblepot #gotham #oswald cobblepot x reader #gotham x reader #oswald cobblepot imagine #gotham imagine #Gotham!Oswald #Gotham!Penguin #penguin imagine #penguin x reader #oswald copplepot #oswald cobblepot x you #Gotham x you #Oswald cobblepot x y/n #Gotham x y/n #reader insert #robin lord taylor #dc #dc imagine #dc x y/n #dc x reader #fluff #Gotham!Oswald cobblepot #Gotham!Oswald cobblepot x reader #Gotham!Oswald cobblepot imagine #Gotham!Oswald cobblepot x you #Gotham!Oswald cobblepot x y/n

[joekeeryswife]

Dad!Joe on his birthday 💞

Birthday Boy - j.k

hello angels! thank you for your request pretty! i hope this was okay- i made it into a blurb. probably has a few mistakes but i’m too tired to read back through it. enjoy reading angels 🩷 happy birthday my sweet boy Joe(who’s also my twin🤪) 🩷

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"be really quiet sweetheart, daddy is still sleeping" you whispered to your Penny, five year old as the two of you walked up the stairs after eating breakfast. your seven month old Tilly was cooing in your arms, chewing on her clenched fist. Penny held her card close to her chest being careful to not crease it, wanting it to be perfect for her dad.

you wanted to make this day as special as you could for Joe. he had been working so hard, too hard even and he deserved at least one day where he got to relax. you opened the bedroom door, seeing Joe still sleeping, his hair all over the place making you smile. he was facing the door with his face smooshed into the pillow and he was snoring slightly.

you and Penny tiptoed around the bed, making sure you didn't wake him up as you snuck past him. you placed Tilly on the bed first, sitting her up against the headboard. you ran your finger over her cheek making her giggle loudly, your heart swelled with adoration. her little laugh was just the cutest thing in the entire world.

you next picked up Penny and helped her onto the bed before sitting down yourself, taking Tilly into your arms, giving her a few small kisses before setting her in front of you. "you wanna wake up daddy sweetie?" you asked Penny as you ran a hand through her disheveled hair. she nodded, handing you her card before she crawled toward Joe's sleeping body.

Joe felt the bed dip behind him as he slowly woke up from his sleep. "daddy" he heard a little voice say in the quiet bedroom. he turned around to see Penny, you and baby Tilly. his eyes adjusted to the bright room, looking around slightly confused that it was you guys waking him up and not his alarm.

"morning sweet girl" he turned his body around to face his small family and smiled sleepily. he felt Penny fall into his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck as she gave him a hug. "happy birthday daddy" she said as he hugged her back, his eyes half open. "thank you honey" he kissed her forehead before rubbing his left eye.

you picked up Tilly and moved to lay down next to Joe instead of sitting at the end of the bed. you turned your body to face Joe and Penny whilst Tilly was sat against your stomach, also facing Joe.

"happy birthday" you lent down to kiss him which he reciprocated, now more awake and aware of his surroundings. "thank you baby" he smiled, his hand rubbing up and down Penny's back. "what do you want to do today? i wanted you to choose" you ran your hand through his hair being careful to not tug harshly on any knots.

he sighed in contentment as your fingers continued to run through his hair. "can we just have a lazy day? i just want to be with you guys" he hugged Penny closer. Joe had always been cuddly in the mornings even before becoming a dad and it was lucky that your girls (and you) loved cuddles just as much as he did. "we can do whatever you want, it's your birthday" you smiled, looking at Joe and Penny cuddling.

the bedroom was filled with balloons with a few gifts and cards on your bedside table “daddy open mine first” Penny said leaning over you to grab it. Joe was now sat up against the headboard and he had Tilly in his lap facing him, she was looking up at him with her huge brown eyes smiling widely as her dad pulled faces at her. she was a carbon-copy of you but with Joe’s hair and eyes.

he looked up from Tilly, his focus now on Penny. she was sat in between the two of you holding the white envelope in her hands. Penny was old enough to write on her own, obviously with the help spelling a few things and you made sure it was readable but her writing was really neat for a 5 year old.

Joe opened the card and was amazed at how much neater her handwriting was from the last time he saw it. he pulled Penny into his side and started reading his card out loud. Penny and Joe read the card together, feeling yourself tear up and how grown up your first baby was.

“wow honey your handwriting is amazing and your words were so beautiful, thank you” he kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. “you’re welcome” she said, her sweet voice melting your heart. “this one’s from me” you turned to the bedside table where your card was and passed it to him.

Joe opened the card and read it. you thanked him for being an amazing husband, an incredible dad who always puts others before himself and how talented he was. you also wrote that you wouldn’t be the person you were without him and that you were thankful that he was in your life.

he carefully pulled you into his side, careful to not squish Penny too much, and kissed you passionately. “thank you sweetheart” he kissed you again, keeping his arm around your shoulders. “it’s not even eleven and this is already my favourite birthday ever” Joe kissing your forehead again and stroked Tilly’s cheek. she squealed and cooed at her dad. “i’m glad you’re enjoying it baby. you deserve it” you kissed his cheek and placed your hand into his, his smile widened and his cheeks blushed brightly.

Joe felt content with his girls around him, he’d never forget moments like this and this was truly the best birthday ever.

#fanfiction #imagines #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery imagine #joe keery x you #joe keery fanfiction #joe keery blurb #joe keery one shot #joe keery imagines #joe keery au #joe keery fanfic

[georgiapeach30513]

Hi I was wondering if you could possibly do a lloyd hansen x reader age gap (she's in her early twenties) and she is pregnant with his baby girl what hes like when her bump becomes more prominent and when the baby arrives also does lloyd start thinking about baby #2 🤍

So I'm assuming you meant a soft!Lloyd, but I'm not going to lie, when I read this I got cult leader!Lloyd flashing in my mind...but let's go with a softer version, and very rarely do I age my readers, so you can envision her as any age.

🧁🧁🧁🧁

I Can Do That

Summary: you and Lloyd become parents

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating:  FLOOF

Warnings:  the softest of Lloyd Hansen’s, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 900

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

“Mmm,” you sit up in the bed, yawning. Between the belly, and Lloyd’s constant need to have his hand on your bump it was a struggle. He said that feeling her move was the best way to fall asleep.

You look behind you, going to watch him a moment while he slept, but he’s already peaking up at you. “You moved, Cupcake, I can’t help it.”

“You’re always on.”

“Well, I need to protect you. Need to make sure no one hurts my girls,” his hand splays out over your belly, and you place your own on top. Trying to guide his hand over you where, you’re sweet little one is rolling around.

“There she is,” he sighs. His hand presses a bit firmer on her home, and she gives him a hard kick. “Madeleine Reese, I am your father, and you won’t try to kick me.”

You give him a giggle, smooshing your face up against him for playful kisses. “She’s gonna come out thinking she can kick me, Cupcake. I can’t just have her believing she can do whatever she wants with me.”

“Then maybe, quit squishing her around in there. She’s running out of room as is.”

“I just want to feel her better,” his bottom lip pokes out, and he gives you a weak smile, “Not all of us get to feel her from the inside as well as the outside.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” you didn’t realize how jealous Lloyd was to feel every part of your little Madeleine. It was almost pitiful how much he desired to be present for every moment. Refusing the extra money, and missions, just to be with you. No one knew. No one would. Lloyd made himself weak by you and his daughter.

“Don’t you, sweetheart, me.”

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Standing in the tub naked, Lloyd reaches out a hand to you. You take it in your own, and let him assist you to sink deep into the water. The lavender bath bomb and bubbles trying to soothe your body. Leaning your head back on his shoulder, you watch his eyes move over the swell of your belly. His hands smooth over the area, and he sings you a gentle version of ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’. When another contraction tightens your stomach, and body, he just whispers out a slow count for you to breathe.

Not stopping when you almost start to cry as another contraction heats your body up. Lloyd lifts up his hand, counting the time you contract, and when it stops, he gives you a soft kiss to your temple, “You’re doing so good, Cupcake.”

“Lloyd, I wanna go to a hospital.”

“You know we can’t. You knew when we decided to have a baby, we couldn’t go to a hospital.”

You cry out a bit, and he gives the side of the tub, a few knocks. Another contraction skyrockets through your entire body, clenching your teeth, you grab Lloyd’s hands tightly with your own.

“Chris! You filthy son of a bitch, get your ass in here now!” Chris walks in the bathroom, seeing the of you, “They’re lasting longer, she’s coming. You sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Yeah,” Chris says, not so confidently. “You pulling the baby out? Like,” both men watch as you go to grunting again. “Okay, this is happening, and I’m not so sure I know what I’m doing.”

“Ahh, shit!”

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Lloyd watches you fondly cradling your baby. Your finger almost always moving over her cheeks, and he just can’t get enough of her, but also you as her. You had powered through labor amazingly. And now you looked so serene holding his daughter.

The amount of times he envisioned his future, it never included someone else. Maybe a random girl, but never one he saw in his life for the rest of it. He definitely never imagined a life with children, but the way you were constantly lifting up Madeleine to give her a smell, kiss her on her cheeks, or even just play with her sweet little fingers, he was hooked.

You had ruined him from the life he thought he was going to have. Now instead, he wants this over and over again. Always wants to be with you and the children everyday. “I don’t know how to work a normal job.”

“Hmm?” you ask looking up at him.

“Cupcake, this is what I do, and I want to be with you and them, and I don’t know if I can have it all.”

“Them?” you look at him with a crooked grin, knowing you caught him. “Who is them?”

“More of them. Of babies. She won’t stay a baby forever, so when she’s not, can we do this again? And then again?”

“How many times we talking Lloyd?” he gives you a quick shrug, reaching towards his baby girl, that you quickly let him have. Watching the way he’s so soft and different with her, you want to give him that. “At least two or three more.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” you give him a quick swat. “I mean, I have no problem with stuffing you full.”

“Shh, there is a baby in your arms. Madeleine Reese, excuse your daddy. He’s still learning.”

Masterlist

#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #dilf!lloyd hansen #dilf!lloyd hansen x reader #soft!lloyd hansen #soft!lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #the gray man fanficiton #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen fic #lloyd hansen x fem!reader

[crystallizsch]

Oh my Gosh my first time coming here to talk normally and without the excuse of an ask game(⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

Anyways I was thinking about Jamil's new card (I'm literally obsessed with how he looks I'm sorry he looks the best out of everyone for me) and I just. I can't stop thinking about how he might smell. This is so random but I just think he must smell so nice, Vil probably gave him such a nice perfume/cologne I'm going crazy

Anyways this was a little random but!! Just wanted to start talking to u more(⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

WAIT NO AHGKSDLJFSJFDL HELPPP IM NOT ALONE??? BC I WAS THINKING THAT TOO 💀💀💀 I SPARED EVERYONE THOSE EXTRA THOUGHTS OF MINE

AND YEAH I AGREE TOO

JAMIL LOOKS THE BEST OUT OF EVERYONE (said an unbiased person) AND FROM THE CARD AS OF NOW HE GIVES CELEBRITY TRYING TO HIDE FROM THE PAPARAZZI MORE THAN THE OTHER TWO

I NEED HIM TO WEAR SHADES TO COMPLETE THE LOOK

hgslafhlsjfl so yeah back on topic -- when i’m thinking of these type of fancy events im thinking fancy scents as well (which also reminded me of that twst 2024 valentines fragrance spray thingies)

i've only been getting into perfumes recently and i usually go for the earthy/flowery scents and maybe im projecting but jamil seems to fit that vibe hgskdljfkl

so i get the feeling ;;;

and i'm just like

JAMIL YOU 🫵 YOUR SCENT WHAT DO YOU SMELL LIKE IT MUST BE SO GOOD 🧎 JUST WANNA SMOOSH MY FACE INTO HIS SUIT AND

SNIFF

sorry im normal i swear

vil (or whoever is dressing them up) would've definitely give them scents that would match their vibe or maybe that "hunstman" vibe everybody has been speculating -

also also also another random thought:

(i need them to have a silly makeover/dressup episode bc jamil, ace, and azul are a disaster waiting to happen) (but knowing twst they're just going to get dressed up in the background 😭)

#✦'-asks #also AAAHHH HI HIII 👋👋👋💖💖💖 #very happy to see you here alkhfdlkjfsdkl #I'd love to talk more too 🥺💕 #also thinking about cute jamiyuu scenarios now thank u thank u #i’m going to be cooking something #★'-art #twst #twisted wonderland #★'-twst-rambles

[missxnsuppxrt]

@traumamade liked for a Valentine starter

Ingrid was stroking Leon’s stubbly jawline, her chin propped on one fist as she just looked at him. He was so pretty. He had such clear blue eyes and long eyelashes. His lips were pouty and slightly wet from his drink. Perfectly kissable. And then his tongue peeked out to lick away the excess moisture and Ingrid sighed. So nice to look at. Her finger traced down to his arms, so strong and veiny. She squeezed his forearm and giggled at how it jumped under her gentle grip.

She reached for her wine glass only to find it empty. What was that one? Number three or four? It didn’t matter. Tonight was the DSO Valentine’s get together at the local pub. Though she wasn’t really paying attention to the gathering or to whoever Leon was talking to. When his eyes drifted over she smiled and shifted out of her wheelchair to sit in his lap, smooshing her face against his and rubbing up against him like a cat.

“You’re ssssso beautiful,” she mumbled. Maybe she was a little bit tipsy. Alcohol tended to make her more blunt to the point of almost being rude, made her chatty and made her very clingy. “You’re the best agent here. And you’re all mine. I jus’ wanna crawl in your shirt and make a nest. A Leon nest. A lest. Or a neon,” she snickered as she squished his face in between her hands. “Oh, I didn’t ask you to be my Valentine. I’m an awful partner. Will you be my Balendine?”

#traumamade #ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ listen to me carefully (ic) #ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ responsible for so many lives to the detriment of my own (main!verse) #ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ he isn't perfect but he's all i've ever wanted (dyn: traumamade) #poor Leon

[tonystarkbingo]

SCRAP SPOTLIGHT!

Our theme today features kids/kid fic

Tossed in the box by: peach!

“I can explain, Pep!” Tony gushes, desperate to get the words out before she comes to her own conclusion about what’s going on here. “I know she said it’s mine, but it isn’t, I swear, there hasn’t been anyone but you for months, it’s a practical joke or something, I don’t know, just please, Pep, you have to believe me!”

Pepper, goddess that she is, just sighs, takes the baby from his arms, and proceeds to make it actually drink from the bottle Tony’s been trying to give it for twenty minutes now.

“Okay,” she says. “We can figure this out.”

Tossed in the box by: rebelmeg!

The eyes are lit up in the Rescue helmet when Morgan wears it. Why are the eyes lit up? It’s not on, it’s not connected to the rest of the suit. Unless… Tony knew that his little Morguna was gonna go snooping in the shed and find it. Knew that she’d try it on, she’s seen her Daddy’s helmet enough, seen him in it enough to know what it is, what it’s for. She’s got her own little play hand repulsors, for heaven’s sake! So maybe the best dad ever knew that Morgan would find her mom’s helmet. Would try it on, wanna play with it, be a hero. And he made sure she would have a fun (and safe) time with it when she did.

Tossed in the box by: rebelmeg!

Tony and his Aunt Peggy

“What’s going on? Maybe I can help you?”

“Oh, Howard. I’m not now, and I have never been, a damsel in distress.” Tony, who had been sticking to his Aunt Peggy like glue ever since he’d seen her car coming up the drive, peeked around her leg and lisped very slightly, “She’s a damsel causing distress!” Peggy laughed in delight, running her hand affectionately through her godson’s curls and beaming down at him. “That’s right, my darling.” Howard wasn’t quite as amused. “What the hell are you teaching my kid, Peg?” “More creative things to say than ‘what the hell’, obviously.”

Tossed in the box by: rebelmeg!

kid!tony, angsty

Maria Stark knowing about Tony’s smarts and hiding it from Howard, partly because of Stane (the direction Stane is pushing Howard, the manipulation, etc.) and partly because she’s afraid of what the business and the world will do to Tony (the fame, the work, the alcoholism, etc.) She makes Tony promise not to do science or build things, having to hide it, desperate to keep him from getting Howard’s notice. Sometimes Tony just can’t help it, he gets lost in creating something, and it breaks Maria’s heart to have to stop him, and to dismantle or hide whatever amazing thing he just did. They go away on vacations as often as they can, so Tony can do what he wants for a few weeks. And he loves it, he thrives, but then it’s so, so hard to go back to normal again after.

Tossed in the box by: rebelmeg!

Iron Family + Rhodey

Morgan is teething and keeping her parents up, so Rhodey comes to rescue them for a bit. He comes in and Tony’s asleep on the floor looking like crap. Morgan is sitting there next to him, wide awake and playing. She grins a huge grin and claps when Rhodey comes in, and when he laughs, Pepper sits up from where she’d been passed out on the couch, her hair a mess and clothes askew. Morgan goes to crawl to Rhodey, kicks Tony in the head, and he sits up, super disoriented, with carpet marks on his face and his hair smooshed flat on one side and sticking straight up on the other. Rhodey is beside himself, laughing up a storm while Morgan crawls over to him and does her excited wheezy breathing. He scoops her up, admires a new tooth, and sends both exhausted parents to bed.

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#tonystarkbingo #tsb box of scraps #scrap spotlight #fandom event #kid fic

[kittysplayspot]

you’re always the best girl, princess i kiss the crown of your head, smiling down at you fondly as i let you for a while pout. then i grip your chin in my hands, smooshing your cheeks together as i tilt your face up to mine and move close enough i could kiss you, before looking you in the eye and speaking softly you gonna look at me now, lil love?

-kenny

I squeak softly as he grabs my cheeks, the blush covering my skin rather fast as he comes closer to my face. I look at him with big eyes, lips puckering just a bit to barely brush against his. My eyes scan over his face, staring specifically at his lips. M-mhm… m’lookin Kenny..I sigh softly, eyes getting a lil glassy as I pull my cheeks from his grasp. Don’t do that ken, m’gunna wanna suck your dick again—

#aHekJiwjwja #HE HOLDS TOO MUCJ POWWR OVER ME #one look and I’m crumbling 😔 #🐾playmate.kenny

[lostonyon]

Admiral Levi with his hair slicked back a little? 👀

#I saw a little spam of admiral levi on here one day and it made me wanna draw him #I also realized I haven’t really drawn him 😭 #I should draw him more #he’s so adorable #Levi is my second favorite om bby #and my favorite brother #I wanna smoosh his face with mine #obey me #obey me fandom #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me levi fanart #obey me fanart #obey me art #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #om! levi #om! leviathan #om leviathan #om fanart #omswd #omswd levi #omswd fanart #obey me! #ube art

[tteokdoroki]

— “PANTY THIEF + BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): inspired by this fanart and everyone being horny on THE DASH !! dedicated to @honeykeigo n @lady-bakuhoe for enabling my horny behaviour ok ok. also this turned out longer than i expected so ,,, have fun?

warning(s): mdni, 18+, smut, dubcon, mentions of drinking, uhh sniffed and stolen panties, slight!exhibitionism, power play dynamics, fingering, pussy slaps uwu, fem!reader + pro hero!bakugou.

“y-you uh, you don’t haf’ta do this mishta—?“

“dynamight.”

“r-right, dy-ma-might!”

katsuki had rolled his eyes the first time you spoke to him, a sweet, darling little girl too drunk on whatever shitty alcohol you’d been served at the bar on friday night. you obviously didn’t drink much, maybe even drunk too much— the hero would tell by the way your eyes crossed with your legs as you walked and the fact that you couldn’t remember the right way to spell your own name and it was clear your friends were a bunch of assholes for abandoning their shit faced friend to find her own way home.

he hated, this part of the job but he’d have felt bad if the guy following you home had done something bad to you and besides— the way you pressed yourself to the explosive hero, breasts spilling out of your tight black dress, thick and juicy thighs exposed to the fresh night air makes the whole ordeal worth it. oh you’re so cute, got katsuki’s cock stirring in his pants— his baggy hero costume suddenly becoming way too fucking tight for his liking. you’ll pay him back, he knows that you will, all of his fans do in some way or another.

you’ll be special though, if the smell of your saccharine cunt is anything to go by. slick dripping down your shaky thighs while he guides you down the empty street, and of course you’d be attracted to him. bakugou will have to indulge in you; his reward for being such a gentleman, for being your hero. “this ish me,” you squeak when the pair of you arrive at the door to your apartment complex. your words are smooshed together by your own drunken haze while you unlock the door to let yourself in.

how rude of you, forgetting all about dynamight who’d basically saved your life tonight. without much of a fight, bakugou pushes you against the door, effectively keeping it closed, his eyes cloud over— a storm thick with lust as you look up at him so innocently he could break. “not gonna invite me up, sweet stuff?” he coos, amused at the shiver that runs laps down the base of your spine. your thighs jump apart only just, giving the hero an opportunity to shove his hand up your dress to cup your sweet little cunt.

“i— i didn’t know—“ your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, confusion etched so prettily across your face it makes bakugou want to bend you over and fill your hole to the brim. he’d save that for later though. “didn’t think you’d want to—“

the blonde growls, thick fingers easily finding your panties under that short dress of yours. the black lace is soaked to the bone, a sticky mess spreading across the digits that now pinch at your puffy clit. you jump and bakugou growls hungrily. “s’awfully rude don’cha think, sweet stuff? that’s okay though, i think you can reward me right fuckin’ here, don’chu?” a toothy smirk tugs at the hero’s lips when you dumbly nod in agreement, your body trembling from a mix of cold, neediness and excitement. “atta girl, spread those needy fuckin’ thighs for me then.”

you seem to have sobered up quickly, listening well for the hero that saved you and part your meaty thighs to let bakugou push your panties to the side and give him more access to your runny cunny. “p-please dynamight, d-do somethin,” comes your whiney voice as he lowers his to get a better view of your spread your pussy lips; he watches as your hole oozes just for him, desperate to filled and fucked. it’s too early for his cock, he needs to give you a taste of something else before you get drunk on him.

without warning, he pushes two of his expert fingers past your puckering entrance, immediately curling them in a come hither motion as his heated red eyes flicker up to watch your face. your ruby painted lips hang open in a silent moan while your fingers dig into bakugou’s shoulders so hard your nails form tears in his hero suit. “fuckin’ look atcha baby, barely even touched ya ‘n you’re already suckin’ down my fingers so greedily.” he snarls, sharp teeth coming down on your barley clothed breast.

bakugou’s thumb massages rough circles into your clit, pulling more honeyed cries from your lips as your eyes screw shut. “f-fuck, dynamight, need more of your touch, ‘m begging you please!” is all you can say, mindlessly babbling as you fail to keep yourself up right. the explosive pro hero steadies you with an arm wrapped around your waist, fingers curling again to explore more of your velvet walls.

“it’s katsuki, to you,” he barks out, using the arm around your waist to smack your sloppy cunt, the wet sound echoing across the street. “needy little thing, beggin’ me like this, who am i to deny your wishes?” bakugou grins, mercilessly scissoring his digits into your tight heat to stretch you wide open for him. he can’t believe his luck, the way you’re so pliant and responsive to him and him alone.

it’s too soon for him to be this addicted to your cute moans filling the crisp air but he can’t help himself, not when you clamp around his scarred fingers with every pump of them into your silken heat. not with the way your own fingers now curl in sun kissed blonde hair— pulling the hero upwards to suck on his bottom lip, followed by his tongue.

you cry out, the most beautiful sound katsuki’s every heard in all twenty years of living when his fingers press down hard on that gummy pleasure spot inside you, and like the good girl you are for him, you keep your shaky thighs open for him. “you’re such a good fuckin’ doll, letting me finger you out in the open like this, anyone could see us but you wouldn’t care, not when you’re creamin’ your panties for dynamight, right sweet thing?” bakugou’s lewd words go straight to your cunt, entangled with the squelching noises as he moves within you.

“yes! yes! wouldn’t care, don’ care...j-jus wanna cum for you, s-suki—fuck, please—“ you mewl into the night, doe eyes shimmering with tears as the knot in your lower tummy gets tighter and tighter until you can’t bare it anymore.

bakugou grins, curling his fingers once more to send you hurtling off of the edge. he can’t stop thinking about how soaked your little lace panties must be, about all the things he’s going to do with them once he gets them off of you.

“cum.” your pussy follows his orders for you, white flashing behind your eyes as a scream rips in your throat and shoots out into the quiet night. the knot in your stomach snaps, release splashing out against bakugou’s hand and hero suit— he makes you cum so hard you almost black out, a twitching mess in the hero’s arms.

when you finally come to, bakugou’s slurping your nectar off of his fingers, head cocked to the side as you shakily look up at him. “i, uh...t-thank you!” you breathe, blinking away the buzzing noise in the back of your head. “for...uh...”

you’re so cute, flushed with heat and slick dripping from between your legs. you obviously think that was a one time thing, but bakugou hasn’t finished cashing in his reward. the hero shakes his head, using a thumb and forefinger to tilt your own up to meet his ruby gaze. “give me your phone and take off your panties.” he orders, voice authoritative and never wavering— you’re confused, but don’t question him, just as a good girl should.

rooting around in your now discarded purse, you pull out and unlock your going for katsuki, who busies himself with your contacts. embarrassment crawls up your spine when you reach for your underwear, still wet with your arousal and release, you look to bakugou hesitantly. “do i have to—?”

“off.” he grunts, barely looking up from your device as you shimmy out of the lace garment and hand it to him. bakugou gives you the same evil smirk from earlier while you collect yourself against the door, sniffing the flimsily, wet material before shoving them into the pocket of his pants. his cock is hard as a fucking rock, but he’ll be able to deal with it appropriately after his patrol. “i’ll be keeping these. this is where we say g’night sweet stuff.”

the way you curl in on yourself, perhaps a bit humiliated at the idea of your panties being taken by the number two pro hero is adorable, and if he didn’t have patrol, katsuki would have eaten you up right then and there. “goodnight dynamight— i mean, k-katsuki, thank you for everything and h-have a safe night.” you squeak out quickly, moving to open the door again.

“not a problem, honey,” bakugou whispers with a lowered voice, pulling you in to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, shoving his tongue down your throat in a kiss goodnight. “now get your cute ass upstairs, don’ want anyone to see your leaky cunt like this. that’s fuckin’ mine.”

you do as you’re told, bidding the hero one last farewell before dashing up the steps and into your apartment. your heart and mind race a thousand miles a minute, crazed with the fact that you had just been fingered to the best fucking orgasm of your life by the number two pro hero. you have to force yourself to shower, mapping out all of the spots that bakugou had touched you and growing giddy at the small burn marks he’d left against the inner workings of your thighs.

that night, or rather, early morning— you settle into the sheets, mind still plagued with thoughts of katsuki bakugou, when your phone pings with a text.

to: yn.

from: unknown.

— never got your name sweet stuff, care to tell me who’s name i’ll be moaning tonight?

( one attachment ).

your heartbeat thunders in your ears, familiar warm pooling between your legs yet again as you open the image— knowing that there can be only one person that it’s from. a quiet moan slips past your lips as the picture loads to reveal bakugou in your very same black lace panties from earlier— the slick from your release pressed up against his barely covered cock, while he jerks himself off, precum oozing from his blistering red tip.

you exhale, typing back your name and hitting send— thanking whatever higher power that lead katsuki bakugou to steal your fucking panties.

#cw dubcon #bakugou #pro hero bakugou #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha smut #mha smut #mha imagines #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou smut #bakugou imagines #bakugou drabble #bakugou headcanons #bakugou scenarios #bakugou fic #bakugou fanfic #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x you #katsuki bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugou scenarios #katsuki bakugou drabble #bakugou katsuki imagine #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #[ drabbles ]

[helliontherapscallion]

What is Real? (Adrenaline Junkie Part 4)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: PTSD, memory loss, swearing, angst, panic attack

Word count: 3,509

You opened your eyes to the dim sunlight pouring through your curtains. You tried to move your arms to push yourself up, but strangely your right arm felt incredibly stiff. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you looked down at it. Nothing was off about it, so why was it so stiff? It made no sense. 

With great difficulty, you slowly maneuvered your legs over the side of your bed. Everything felt incredibly stiff, especially your right wing, and your head felt like it was filled to the brim with cotton. Groaning, you heaved yourself off the bed into a standing position. You wobbled slightly on your feet, but you steadied yourself with your nightstand. What was with you today?

Hobbling out of your room with a steadying hand on the wall. You let your wings thump and drag across the ground behind you. You didn’t have the energy to hold them up and your right one felt very off. You should ask Philza to brew you a potion of healing and maybe ask him why you woke up like this. Were you in for a really bad molt?

Stumbling your way down the hallway and dragging your feet, you almost fell over a couple of times. The stairs were going to be a massive pain if you could barely walk down the hall. Your body lurched forward as your foot caught the edge of a rug. You yelped as the ground quickly met your face, your arms not cooperating when you tried to move them to catch yourself. 

Feeling a stabbing pain in your nose, you laid there for a little bit hearing the door next to you swing open. Without looking at him, your scratchy, muffled voice called out.

“Wilby, thank god you’re here. Can you help me up? My legs aren’t working today for whatever reason. I think I’m gonna molt soon.”

He gently pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, smooshing your face into his shoulder. You pulled away slightly to look up at him. He was smiling widely at you and his face looked blotchy. Wilbur never cried in front of anyone, so naturally you were incredibly worried for your older brother.

“Wil, are you crying?”

He just pulled you into another tight hug. Hissing in discomfort, you felt him push on your sore muscles.

“Wil, as much as I love you, can you please let me go? Everything feels really sore.”

He pulled away again, giving you a little confused smile. “I’m so sorry, do you want me to take you downstairs? We can get Dad to make you a potion.”

You returned his smile. “I’d appreciate that. But can you carry me? I don’t wanna move anymore.”

“Of course.”

Chuckling, he turned around and crouched gesturing for you to get on his back. A few unsteady moments later, you were successfully on Wilbur’s back and started your much quicker journey downstairs. You rested your cheek on his back and hummed in content. You found comfort in hearing his heartbeat, even if it was beating faster than usual. 

Quickly reaching the couch, he gingerly put you down on it and made sure you didn’t lay on top of your wings. They sprawled behind you over the back of the couch. 

“Stay right here, I’m going to get Dad.”

He walked outside with large strides, leaving you by yourself in the living room. You closed your eyes and pondered why today was so strange. First, you couldn’t move this morning. Second, Wilbur, your collected older brother, was crying. Third, Philza was up and outside. Usually he’s basically unresponsive in the mornings. He would never be up and about this early. 

Opening your eyes when you heard hurried footsteps rushing toward you. Why’d you get déjà vu? Why did you feel so… so scared? Your panicked eyes landed on your dad running towards you with all your brothers following suit. You relaxed seeing your family. But why did they look at you with relief and tears in their eyes? Even Technoblade looked relieved. 

Philza landed on his knees next to the couch before placing a gentle hand on your cheek. His worried blue eyes scanned you and he stared at you with a gentle smile.

“...Hey hun, how are ya feelin’?”

“I’ve had better days. I just feel really stiff, I think I’m going to have a bad molt this year.”

Your brothers looked at each other with confusion. Tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, Philza crinkled his brows. “Hun, do you not remember what happened? You-”

Tommy interrupted, “You died. SOMETHING KILLED YOU AND YOU RESPAWNED. HOW DO YOU NOT REMEMBER THAT?”

Flinching back, you deadpanned. “Gremlin, I think I’d remember if I lost one of my lives. My entire body feels like shit, but I sure as hell didn’t die. That’s just absurd.”

Philza gently grabbed your wrist and pulled down your sleeve. Instead of the usual three red hearts that were etched into your skin, only two stared back at you. You stuttered as your brain processed what you saw. You... died? How? Why couldn’t you remember your own death? 

Your thoughts were interrupted as Philza spoke up. “You died, (y/n).”

“I… How?”

Philza pursed his lips together. “You were killed by The Warden. You were out mining.”

You looked at your hands. “Who’s The Warden?”

“It’s a mob that usually spawns in subterranean caves. We’re not exactly sure how you died, but… but you died down there, (y/n). You lost a life.”

You took in a shuddering breath. How could you be so damn careless? Were you falling back into your dangerous stunts phase? Did you get yourself killed? Why couldn’t you remember anything?

“Hun, do you want me to get you a potion for the stiffness?”

“...Yes please.” 

“Tommy, can you please go get them a potion of healing? WIlbur, can you get a glass of water for them?”

Without a word, Tommy and WIlbur ran out of the room, leaving you with Philza and Techno. The piglin hybrid wouldn’t even look at you. Philza ran a comforting hand through your hair as he waited for your brothers to return. 

When they came back, Wilbur helped prop you up so you could drink the potion and water. They soothed your scratchy throat and you felt your body fill up with warmth. It was always nice to drink a healing potion when you were hurt. Most of the stiffness and soreness that was previously rooted deep in your muscles was alleviated and you felt some of your nerves melt away. Now only your right wing was sore. You stretched, feeling a tugging sensation on the skin of your back around the base of your right wing. 

“That’s better. I think I’m going to go shower, I feel absolutely disgusting.”

Not giving your worried family any room to argue with you, you swung your legs over the side of the couch and shakily stood up. Philza tried to help steady you, but you wove him off. If you were weak enough to die, you thought, you needed to prove yourself to your family that you were strong. You needed to do things yourself. 

As you were shakily making your way up the stairs, Philza was following you, probably making sure you don’t kill yourself again. He was fussing over your wellbeing, you did just die and you were acting surprisingly calm about it.

“At least let me help you preen your wing.”

“Dad, I can preen my own wings. I’m 17.”

“I know hun. I just want to help you.”

“Dad. I can do it myself, I’ve been doing it alone since I was 10, and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”

Without giving him any more room to try to convince you, you closed the bathroom door in his face. You understood and appreciated that he was worried about you, but you needed to do things on your own if you were going to prove your strength to your family. You were angry that he thought you couldn’t do a simple thing by yourself. You could still hear him breathing from the other side of the door.

Peeling off your jacket, you ran your fingers along your left wing. The feathers were more out of place than usual, you must’ve gotten pretty fucked up by The Warden if they were this messy. After about 10 minutes of frustrated preening, you twisted your torso around slightly to reach for your other wing, but you couldn’t see anything. Why couldn’t you see anything? Your wings were large enough for you to completely wrap your body in them twice and then some, so it didn’t make sense to you. 

Turning around to face the wall across the bathroom mirror, you spread out your wings and craned your head around to look at your right wing. Your eyes were met with a featherless nub that matched your skin tone. An ugly, discolored scar covered the entirety of the right side of your back. Without warning, memories flashed in front of your eyes at rapid fire.

A monsterous being towered over you, standing completely still. You held your breath as it just stood there. It walked away so you started to walk away. Everything lit up as you started to run from the thing chasing you. Blood pounded in your ears as panic engulfed your entire being as you tried to fly away, but you were caught. It effortlessly swung you around as it screamed. You felt your wing rip from your body and you flew across the cave. You couldn’t breathe. What did you do to deserve this?

“../n).”

You reached around to feel your wing, but you only grabbed the bone sticking out of your body. You felt anguish as you realized that you just lost a limb. You watched it drag your wing into the depths of the cave, leaving you completely and utterly alone as you slowly died.

“...(y/n)..”

You were crying in pain as you felt everything that happened crash down on you all at once. You laid there for what felt like hours as you sobbed and dry heaved. You prayed to whatever god was above that you would be put out of your misery soon. You felt as your body slowly got colder and colder. You were drifting in and out of consciousness. You couldn’t breathe. Please, for the love of god, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it sto-

“(Y/N).”

You saw a hazy figure in front of you. You felt someone’s hands gripping your shoulders in a firm grasp, you thrashed about trying to get out of it’s grip. You saw the monster that took your wing from you. The thing that killed you. You threw your arms about blindly in a desperate attempt to land a hit to try and get it to let you go. The only reason it let you go in the cave was when your wing was torn off, was it going to take your arms too?

You felt a smack as your hand collided with what you guessed was its grotesque face. It yelped and jumped back, releasing its grip on you. Its yelp strangely sounded like your dad’s voice. Your mind was probably playing tricks on you, your dad wasn’t here. You needed to get out. You scrambled up to your feet and bolted. You weren’t going to get killed again, especially by that thing. 

“(Y/N)!”

How did it know your name? More importantly, how was it talking to you? You were probably still in the cave bleeding out as your delirious mind turned stone into the comforting walls of your home. You were probably imagining hearing your dad’s voice in a last chance to comfort yourself as you neared your impending doom. 

Running down the hall, you made your way to the stairs. You couldn’t jump over the banister, you would probably break your legs again without both of your wings. Your vision was tunneling as you only focused on how to get out and away from the monster. When you were halfway down the stairs, you saw Tommy sprinting up to you looking panicked. No one deserves to die in the way you did, especially not him. 

“Oh my god, Tommy we need to get you out of here, it’s coming for us.”

He grabbed your shoulders and bent over to look you in the eye, “(y/n), whatever you’re seeing is not real, you-”

“We need to go now!”

He was cut off as you grabbed his hand and drug him down the stairs. You could hear the thing coming closer. It started to come towards you and Tommy. You yanked him along with you as you reached the living room and sprinted towards the front door. You could taste the freedom. It tasted sweet. 

Right as you grasped the door handle, you felt Tommy wrap his arms around your waist and pull you back. What the fuck, did he want to die?

“Tommy, if you don’t let me go now, it’s gonna get us. Please, you don’t wanna die the way I did.”

He said nothing as he turned you around and blocked the doorway with his body. The monster turned the corner and entered your sights. You’d be damned if you let Tommy die. You were determined to protect him even if you ended up dying a second time. 

You puffed up your wing and shifted your body into a stance that you hoped was threatening. Pushing Tommy behind you and shielding him with your wing, you harshly glared at it.

“You fucking bastard, ya here for seconds? Was my wing not enough for you? Well, I’ve got bad news for ya, I won’t let you kill me again. I won’t let you near my brother.”

“(Y/n), it’s me,” it croaked out in your dad’s voice and started to slowly walk towards you, holding its arms up. Why wasn’t it shambling like it did in the cave? You felt more fear well up in your gut as you stepped back.

“You’ve got a lotta audacity to use my father’s voice against me. I’ll rip you to shreds if you step any closer to us. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU.”

It stepped back, it’s mouth impossibly frowning more as more drool pooled from its mouth. Tommy wrapped his arms around yours as he bound you to his chest. Thrashing, you desperately tried to get out of his hold.

“TOMMY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? DO YOU WANT TO DIE? THAT THING IS RUTHLESS, IT WILL TEAR YOU APART LIMB BY LIMB JUST LIKE IT DID TO ME. DO YOU WANT THAT?”

He once again said nothing. You felt your hair on the top of your head start to dampen. You heard more footsteps running to you. Techno and Wilbur appeared behind the monster. They looked absolutely terrified. Were you going to watch your older brothers die?

Your chest heaved as you looked at them with wide eyes. “Tech, Wil please, for the love of god run while you still can. It’s in front of you.”

They glanced at each other before Wilbur grabbed the monster’s arm. You screamed in horror as it looked at him. To your confusion, Wilbur wasn’t grabbed. He just gently led the monster away into the kitchen.

“I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TOUCH A SINGLE HAIR ON HIS HEAD, YOU’LL MEET A FATE WORSE THAN MINE. I WILL MAKE SURE YOU SUFFER MORE THAN I DID, YOU GODDAMNED FREAK.”

Your hoarse screaming was interrupted as Tommy squeezed you against his chest tighter. Techno slowly approached you, making sure that you saw his every move, and bent over to look you in the eye. Tommy’s arms tightened around you, scared that you were going to lash out at Technoblade.

“(Y/n), The Warden isn’t here. You’re home, you’re not in the cave. You’re safe.”

You studied his face. Was he even real? Was any of this real? He looked real. Then again, everything around you looked real.

“I… Tech, are-are you real? Is any of this real?”

Techno pulled you out of Tommy’s arms and pulled you into his own tight embrace. He pressed a hand on the back of your head and pushed your face into his shoulder, rocking you back and forth. Your forehead tickled where you felt the end of his braid brush against your skin. You started to sob into his chest.

“Tech, I was so scared. I… I thought I was gonna die again. Please don’t let me die.”

“The Warden isn’t here, (y/n). I’m real. The house is real. You are home. No one else is here besides Dad, Wilbur, Tommy, me, and you. You’re safe. We won’t let you die again.”

He repeated the same things over like a mantra. With each reassurance, you felt yourself calm down. Techno’s soothing, monotone voice gave you something that wasn’t too overstimulating to center your focus on. You cried until you didn’t have any tears left to cry. Even after you were done crying, Techno continued to rock you back and forth, caressing your hair on the crown of your head like he did when you were kids. 

The voices in his head have been screaming at him nonstop since he saw that they had lost a life earlier in the day. They were telling him that he was stupid for letting you go mining alone. That he was a failure for letting you die alone. He couldn’t hear his own thoughts. He could only attempt to comfort you while trying to ignore the voices.

Tommy stood stiff at the door watching you two. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do. His older sibling was always calm and collected. He’s never seen you react like that. He’s never seen you so terrified. You were always the one to comfort him, never the other way around. You were there to give him hugs when he scraped his knee as a child. You were there when he’d have nightmares. You always made sure that he was alright. He was truly stumped.

Meanwhile in the dining room, Philza sat at the head of the table staring blankly at his folded hands placed in his lap. Wilbur had pulled up a chair to sit next to him, rubbing his back in small circles. The two didn’t speak to each other. Instead, they were listening to your heartbreaking sobs as Techno’s deep voice rumbled lowly underneath your sobbing. 

Wilbur didn’t know how to comfort his dad. Hell, he didn’t know how to comfort himself. His little sibling just died, forgot about it, and remembered it in the span of six short hours. Your death must’ve been traumatizing if you were reliving it. He didn’t know how to comfort you, he always was the one, besides Philza, to comfort you when you were upset as a kid. He felt completely lost.

Philza remembered how he felt his heart drop when he heard you start to scream from the other side of the bathroom door. The instinct to comfort his child overpowered his rational thought as he opened the door. He found you curled in on yourself on the ground with your only wing tightly wrapped around you mid panic attack. He asked you multiple times if it was alright to touch you, but you never responded. You just kept your eyes screwed shut. He was crouched in front of you trying to get you out of your trance before he decided to put his hands on your shoulders. That made you finally open your eyes. He tried to give you a smile, but you started to flail your arms. He dodged the best he could, but your movements were too erratic and you ended up smacking him across the face.

He felt so scared for you when you ran away from him in a panic. He thought you were going to hurt yourself when you reached the stairs. He felt like someone tore his heart out and stomped on it when he realized that you were afraid of him. You saw him as your murderer. When you started to threaten him, he saw just how terrified you were of dying again. How terrified you were of him killing you. You didn’t react when tears started to slip down his cheeks. He didn’t care that you were threatening him, he cared that his own child was terrified of him.

At the moment, you were slowly fading out of consciousness in your brother's hold. You felt completely drained physically, emotionally, and mentally. You barely registered Techno picking you up and carrying you up the stairs to your room, laying you on your bed. He even covered your wing with your blanket.

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[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Drabble#7)

Summary: You come back from Japan.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre:, fluff!!

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of sex

Notes: Here is technically the first drabble I wrote but I am only now just posting hehe. it's just a lil something something. This isn’t the end of drabbles don’t worry! Remember requests for drabble ideas are open! Lets chat:)

Taglist: @seagulljk @fancycollectormoon @justinetingball

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“I can’t believe it’s been a year since she left and you still get this nervous every time you see her.” Jimin playfully jabs Jungkook.

“Like, didn’t you just see her two months ago?”

Jungkook stands here, in the middle of the airport, holding a rose. He breathes in and out, his unsteady breaths making Jimin giggle.

“Two months is a long time ago dude.” Jungkook pouts, he brings the rose to his nose and takes a sniff, hoping the aroma will calm him.

“And she’s here for good now…and you know why I am so fucking nervous dude.” Jungkook keeps staring ahead, watching as crowds of people walk through the busy airport. His heart is slightly pounding as he watches in anticipation…you should be walking through at any moment.

“I know, I know.” Jimin smiles, “She’s going to love it.”

The last few months you were home before you left for Japan, you and Jungkook decided to get a place together. The few months you got to live together were pure bliss. Jungkook and you lived happily and comfortably together again, except this time sharing a room. You two did everything together, letting the newness of the relationship swallow you down in the most wonderful way. Cooking together, sleeping together, sometimes even bathing together. BFF bubble baths? Yeah, that. But naked. Just everything.

Jungkook had visited you in japan 3 or 4 times. But in a whole year only seeing you 3 or 4 times felt like nothing. He found himself feeling lonely quite often in your empty apartment but having the guys around really helped. Jungkook is beyond excited and also nervous to see you. He always feels this way, the distance that Japan put between the both of you really took a toll on him but he always stayed strong.

“I think I see her!” Jimin’s giddy voice makes it to Jungkook’s ears, “Let’s go!” Jimin grabs on to Jungkook’s arm and starts dragging him towards the crowd of people.

“Okay, okay.” Jungkook picks up his pace, his eyes scanning for you but he doesn’t see you. Why doesn’t he see you?

“Right there, right there!” Jimin begins pointing in some general direction. And then he sees you. He sees your bright green cardigan first and then he sees your smile next. Jungkook starts jogging towards you as his smile grows so fucking wide on his face, his teeth proudly displayed.

“y/n!” he calls out, now running towards you.

You see Jungkook making his way towards you, this boy is not slowing down. You start to laugh as you start walking faster and faster towards him too.

“Jungkook!” you yell at, not caring how loud you’re being. You are seeing your boyfriend for the first time in a couple months and you are so fucking excited. Especially because there is no more goodbyes after this.

Jungkook finally reaches you and scoops you up in his strong arms, he holds on to you so fucking tightly that you struggle to breathe. You’re laughing so loudly and hugging him back. He spins you around in a couple circles, his excitement is clear to any bystanders. Jimin finally catches up to you both and you catch his eye. You smile excitedly towards him and he slumps his shoulders in pout.

“I wanna hug her too Kook.” Jimin playfully frowns.

Jungkook keeps squeezing you, his head in the crook of your neck as he inhales you. He mumbles something into your hair and neither you nor Jimin understand what he said.

“My turn, my turn.” Jimin continues to whine. You can’t help but continue to giggle when Jungkook lifts his head from you and spins you around until he’s facing Jimin.

“No. All mine.” He says matter of fact and you hit his back.

“You have to share me, baby.”

“I most certainly do not.” Jungkook says in a stern voice and you start chuckling.

“Okay, okay. You can put me down now.”

Jungkook sets you down gently but he doesn’t loosen his grip around you. He continues to hold you, his eyes finally meeting yours. You look up at him and he feels himself transforming into a god damn puddle.

“Why do you look so beautiful, hm?” Jungkook leans in closer to you, “Why does my girl look so fucking beautiful?”

“Jungkook” you lean up until your lips barely touch his, “I missed you.” You whisper against his lips. Jungkook smiles and nods his head, he leans down to catch you in a sweet kiss.

Finally, he has you here. For good.

“Need I remind you, I am still here? And waiting for my hug and kiss too.” Jimin winks and you laugh into Jungkook’s kiss.

You finally pull away from Jungkook and he pouts dramatically, he does not want to let go of you ever again. You walk towards Jimin and embrace him fully, his arms go to wrap themselves around you with all his love. You guys sway your bodies back in forth in a tight hug, and you playfully kiss his cheek, making him burst out into giggles.

“Okay, back to me.” Jungkook softly whispers with doe eyes. “Back to me, back to me.” He repeats over and over, holding out his rose for you.

You finally notice the red flower and you start to turn a nice shade of pink as your blush deepens.

“For me?”

“No it’s for me.” Jimin deadpans, “Can you just take his flower already.”

You take a few steps until you’re in front of Jungkook and you reach out for the rose, your fingers brushing against his and even after all this time you feel butterflies fly in swarms in your stomach.

“This is so sweet, Jungkook.” You go in to hug him again and he gratefully embraces you back.

“Red roses symbolize love…” he says shyly, “So I thought it was appropriate.” He pulls back slightly, “I was going to give you a dozen…but I thought taking care of one is work enough already.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck.

“We couldn’t even take care of that Venus fly trap.” You remind him with a pointed smile, “So, smart move on your part.”

“Well, guys.” Jimin doesn’t mean to interrupt. “We should get going. Everyone’s probably wondering where we’re at.”

“What do you mean?” you tilt your head, “Where are we going?”

“Surprise.” Jungkook says with a grin. “Let’s go.”

~~~~~~

“Oh my god you guys are crushing me.” You are in the middle of a fucking group hug. Who’s idea was this? For sure Taehyung’s. He, Hobi and Jin are absolutely crushing you as they hug you tightly. Namjoon and Yoongi stand off to the side just waiting patiently for a turn, bless them.

“Because we—” Taehyung begins, “Missed. You.”

“So. Much.” Hobi finishes for him.

“SO MUCH!” Jin yells, “Visiting you once in Japan was not enough.” Jin begins to pull back, Hobi follows his lead but Taehyung continues to smoosh his cheek into your head, squeezing you so tightly it makes you laugh out loud.

“Okay, I believe it is my turn.” You hear Yoongi say calmly. “You can let go now Taehyung.”

“NEVER!” Taehyung giggles, “But fine.”

Yoongi goes in for a rather quick hug, but holds on to your arms as he speaks.

“The record shop was not the same with out you.” He somewhat whispers. “I just had to hear about Tae’s girl problems the whole time.” He teases.

“And Jin was right,” you hear Namjoon walk closer to you, bringing you in for a tight hug. “Visiting once in Japan was not enough.”

“Yeah, I haven’t seen you guys in what? 6 months?”

“And girl, that is too damn long.” You hear her voice cut through and you bubble over with excitement.

“TRINA!” you practically jump in her arms, she laughs that loud ass laugh you love so much and you can’t help but smile.

“And Holly too!” you rush to Holly’s arms, she hugs you back and you feel like everyone is here and you feel so whole.

“Happy?” you hear Jungkook’s voice from beside you. “We thought we would surprise you with a little welcome back party…”

“I’m so happy.” You admit, “Thank you.” You reach for Jungkook’s hand and interlock your fingers with his. “As much as I can’t wait to hang out here with everyone,” you bring your voice down to a whisper. “I also can’t wait until I am home alone with you.”

Jungkook turns a bit red before he’s smirking, squeezing your hand. He leads you to Jin’s backyard where everyone is starting to end up.

“We don’t have to wait until home before you can be alone with me.” Jungkook whispers back, you can hear his teasing tone and it goes straight to your lady bits.

“Be careful.” You warn, “I might take you up on that.”

“God, y/n. I am hoping you do.” He stops at the doorway and pulls you into his body, he grinds he hips into yours and you feel his half hard length.

“What are you thinking about that’s got you so worked up?” you tease, your hands running down his chest.

“You.”

“What about me?”

“Your lips have been on my mind since we got here.”

“Want to kiss me baby?” you press yourself into his chest, tipping your head up.

“So fucking badly.” But before Jungkook can lean down and capture your lips he hears someone’s throat being obnoxiously cleared.

“You guys are so fucking gross. Can’t even check if you’re alone.” Jimin rolls his eyes, he continues walking towards you two with a cup in his hand.

“Why is it always me that you guys always end up making out in front of?” He whines, and you chuckle. Not feeling too embarrassed since it’s just Jimin.

“Sorry, sorry.” You step away from Jungkook and put your hands on your hips. “Where’s my drink, hm?”

“Here, take this one. Not strong enough for me anyway.” Jimin hands you his cup and you roll your eyes with a grin.

“What about me?” Jungkook pouts, “I want a drink too.”

“You’re both fucking babies.” Jimin says with a playful smile, “I’ll make your drink, but you gotta keep me company.”

“Deal.” Jungkook nods his head, “You can go ahead and hang with everyone else baby.”

“Oh, thanks for the permission.” You salute towards him and he waves you off.

You head outside to find everyone else with their own drinks in their hands, chatting away. You find Trina and Holly and go take a seat next to them.

“I have missed you guys so much.” You sip on your drink, “Japan was so cool but nothing beats being home again.”

“We missed you too.” Holly puts a hand on your knee, “We’re so glad you’re back.” She says as she brings her hand back to her body.

“Yeah bitch, never leave us again!” Trina jumps into the conversation, “You should of seen Jungkook, honey. He was so miserable without you.”

And then you’re frowning. You know going abroad was a really tough decision. Especially because you had just gotten into a relationship and just 5 months in you went long distance. Jungkook struggled a lot in the beginning while you were thriving in Japan when you had first arrived. He talked a big game, saying you guys could handle it, saying going a few months at a time without seeing one another wouldn’t be such a big deal but it was…he grew depressed without you.

You nod your head once you get out of your thoughts, you take another sip of your drink and then you hear Taehyung speak up as he walks to you girls.

“He wasn’t that bad guys.” Taehyung assures you. “Maybe in the beginning… but after his first visit with y/n he lit up light a spot light and he got stronger. Plus he had us.” He gestures towards everyone.

You look up at Taehyung and feel immensely grateful…for his words and because he’s right, Jungkook had all of them to lean on.

“So when are you going to do it?” Jimin gives Jungkook a knowing smile, “Here? Some fancy date?” he continues pouring a “couple” shots of Vodka in his cup.

“Why the hell would I do it here? I planned a whole date, of course. I want everything to be fucking perfect.”

“When’s the date?”

“Tomorrow.”

Jimin watches as Jungkook wipes his assumingly sweaty palms on his jeans and he can’t help but softly smile towards his friend.

“It’s going to be fine, Jungkook.” Jimin’s tender voice does little to calm Jungkook though.

“What if she says—”

“She’s going to say yes.” Jimin sets the bottle of vodka down, he swirls his mixed drink with a spoon, giving it a look before shoving it into Jungkook’s hands.

“You need this one more than me.” He laughs, “Listen, just relax.”

“I can’t relax, I want tomorrow to be here already. But I am so nervous. What if things don’t go smoothly at the restaurant? What if—”

“What if it all goes wrong? Really?” Jimin raises a single brow. “But what if it all goes right?” he pats Jungkook’s shoulder. “Just do it when the moment feels right?”

“How will I know when that moment is?” Jungkook bows his head. A frown decorating his face.

“You’ll just know.”

You can’t believe you’re back home with all your friends. You’ve missed this. You don’t regret going abroad at all, you needed it, if you’re being honest. You needed to do something for you no matter what. You needed to go out into the world and experience something wild and new. And Japan was an absolutely perfect experience. Every time Jungkook would visit you two would have such a lovely time, but saying goodbye never got easier.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook snuggles you closer to his body, you’re sitting between his legs on the grass on a blanket.

“Oh nothing.” You sing. “Nothing.”

“y/n! Do you want chicken or beef?” You hear Jin ask over the light music filling the backyard.

“Chicken!” you yell back and sink lower to the ground, cuddling closer to Jungkook.

“I’m serious y/n…” Jungkook begins, “You don’t have to wait until we’re home to be alone with me.”

“Follow me inside the house then.” You turn your head to face him and you wink, “I’ll be in the bathroom.”

“The bathroom? Oh, we’re being classy tonight.”

~~~~~

Jungkook’s fingers barely touch you as he skids them down your bare back, you lightly moan at the contact.

“Missed touching you.” He says softly, he fingers now running up your back before they’re sliding back down again.

“Missed being touched by you.” The side of your face is pushed into your pillow as you stare at him. “I missed you so much.”

It’s the next morning, you two are lying naked in your shared bed, the sheets barely covering you. Jungkook continues stroking your back as you lazily close your eyes.

“I’m glad you found a job here.” Jungkook admits, “I don’t think I want to ever be apart from you again.”

“Was it that bad?” you whisper out.

“Baby…no matter what we can get through it but yeah, it sucked.” He chuckles, his fingers graze your skin lower and lower. He lifts the sheets back until your ass is in view, Jungkook kneads the flesh before bringing his hand back and giving you a little spank.

“So, be a good girl and never leave me again.” He goes back to massaging your cheeks and you groan.

“Never again.” You promise. You keep your eyes shut as you enjoy Jungkook’s touch. You roll over to your back, bringing the sheets to your face and you sniff them.

“It feels so good to be home…” you say, “To be with you. In our home. Together.”

Jungkook feels his heart flutter, like a butterfly is taking off and flying towards the big, blue sky.

“Are you happy?” Jungkook asks, “With everything? With…me?”

You crack open one eye to get a look at Jungkook…he’s lying on his side with one arm stretched out to stroke your soft skin and his other arm is holding up his head. He looks so soft and like he has a glow surrounding him.

“So unbelievably happy, my love.” You assure him, “With everything…with you.”

Jungkook eyes expand before they narrow at you and he smirks.

“What about me makes you happy?”

“What about you makes me…?” you begin to laugh lightly. “Can I say everything? Or do I I have to list specific things?”

“I want a list. In alphabetical order, please.” He jokes. “Least to most important.”

“They’re all important!” you close your eyes again. “But okay…A: ass…” you say and Jungkook spanks you again.

“I’m serious y/n.”

“Dude me too, you have such a nice ass.” You point out, “But fine, A: your attitude. Even when things get hard you try to stay positive and it really helps me to be honest…B: body, you are really hot. C: Coc—”

“Okay, I feel like I know where this list is going.” Jungkook cuts you off with a blush. He can’t help but chuckle.

“Really Jungkook, everything. You make me happy when you breathe. Just being here with you makes me happy. You make me laugh all the time, you make me think about life, you make me challenge myself, you push me to do things for me, you support me, you are always honest with me, you…” you take a breath, “You…love me and you don’t make me doubt it for a second.”

Jungkook looks taken aback for a moment, like your words are really surprising him. He continues to glide his hand down your back, feeling your skin beneath his fingertips. Jungkook never wants a moment like this to end. It’s perfect. You look so beautiful here, relaxing after a night out partying and welcome home sex. He thinks this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked. But to be fair he thinks that a lot.

“Because I do love you.” He finally says, “So much.”

“Trust me, I know. And I love you just as much if not more.”

“That’s impossible.” He leans down to kiss the top of your head. “My love for you is endless, how can you top that?”

“I can live my life trying.”

This is a moment, a special moment. Does he need a fancy dinner date to create a moment like this? Or is this the moment that Jimin was talking about? The moment where he knows.

“y/n…do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” his tone is soft, tender and shy. Your cheeks get painted a lovely shade of pink as you think of his question.

“Of course I do.”

“No… I mean it. Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Me and you forever? Me and you until we move on to the next life, and even then you have to promise to spend that one with me too…”

“Jungkook.” You giggle, “What are you going on about? We already said—”

“You’re it for me.” He admits, “You are without a doubt, the love of my life.” He blinks rapidly as if he were trying to rid himself of any oncoming tears.

“I mean it when I say you are the best thing that’s happened to me.” His lip slightly quivers and you reach up to caress his face.

“Baby,” you begin. “I love you.”

“Then…” Jungkook draws his hand that was stroking you to his body, he scratches the back of his neck and smiles shyly. “Will you spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s make it official.” He says and you grow slightly confused. Jungkook stands from the bed and heads to the closet. You lay here wondering what the hell he is doing, is he putting on clothes? But he walks back out still naked, with something behind his back.

He comes to your side of the bed and gets down on both knees, he scoots closer to the bed until he’s face to face with you.

“Want to marry me?” he asks, reaching for your hand. His other hand holds a small box and your eyes grow twice their size. There’s no way he’s…

“Jungkook…” you breathe out, “Are you proposing?”

“Well, I have a ring. And I quite literally asked if you wanted to marry me. So yes?” he chuckles and you gasp.

“We don’t have to get married for a while. But being engaged and planning a future could be nice.” He suggests and you want to faint. You were not expecting this. Not so soon anyway. But he’s right, you don’t have to plan a wedding and get married right away. And he is without a doubt the love of your life as well.

“Jungkook.” You choke on his name, “Yes.” Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath…you said yes? His shocked expression slowly morphs into something much more soft. He takes your hand and he’s slipping the ring on your finger.

“Mine.” He says with a timid smile.

You stare down at your hand with the sparkly jewelry accompanying your finger.

“It’s so beautiful.” You say somewhat surprised.

“To be honest, Jimin really helped.” He admits with a laugh. “And by helped I mean he picked it out.”

“Figures.” You giggle and you reach for him, your hands on either sides of his cheeks as you bring him in for a kiss.

“You really want to marry me?” you raise a brow at him and he gives you his dopiest most in love bunny grin he can manage.

“I wouldn’t marry anyone else.”

“Good, me either.” You peck his lips again, “You want a whole life with me?”

“I want you in this life, the next life, the life after that…”

He plants kisses all over your face and you laugh.

“Want to marry you y/n. Want to adopt a pet with you…want to put a baby in you…want to grow old with you…” he says all between kisses.

“A-A baby?”

“One day. Multiple times.” He grins, kissing you again. “Don’t you want that?”

“Yes.” You say breathless. “One day.”

“I just really want you forever, you know?” Jungkook whispers. “Do you think you would like that?”

“Babe, I would love that.” You bring him in for another kiss, then you open your eyes and they travel to the ring on your hand. “And we just made that our plan.”

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