My Kookie

“my kookie” 🥺

appreciating how cool yoongi is is where it’s at!

also you bring snacks and leave them unattended, you’re the fool!

bonus: fuck buddies

– living with someone is never easy. living with the man you hate? cruel and unusual punishment. yn can’t stand her new roommate, but can’t afford to live on her own. keeping a distance seems like the only option, until one drunken night changes everything.

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⤑ taglist: @randomkoalablog​​ @seoulgotmysoul​​ @jjk-bunny​​ @stenoninja​​ @jaiuneamesolitaiire​​ @1-in-abillion​​ @hoefortaeshands​​ @withlovestudyblr​​ @betysotelo18​​ @vantaexx​​ @bangtansonyeondayyyum​​ @feed-me-fanfics​​ @infiredbychogiwa​​ @hellotherehoneybee​​ @osnapjenn​​ @loeyprivvv​​ @taefect94​​ @hellotherehoneybee​​ @sunskook​​ @kooinluv​​ @kookiesjoonies​​ @hellotherehoneybee​​ @iovemaze​​ @butterflylion​​ @uxwi​​ @pastelpinksunflower​​ @houseofarmanto​​​

“how did you waste your time today” and “you know what - touché” 😂

(p.s. I don’t know if you think this is odd, I just like pointing out sentences that made me laugh or I enjoyed a lot 😅)

supportive boyfriend

– living with someone is never easy. living with the man you hate? cruel and unusual punishment. yn can’t stand her new roommate, but can’t afford to live on her own. keeping a distance seems like the only option, until one drunken night changes everything.

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⤑ taglist: @randomkoalablog​​​​ @seoulgotmysoul​​​​ @jjk-bunny​​​​ @stenoninja​​​​ @jaiuneamesolitaiire​​​​ @1-in-abillion​​​​ @hoefortaeshands​​​​ @withlovestudyblr​​​​ @betysotelo18​​​​ @vantaexx​​​​ @bangtansonyeondayyyum​​​​ @feed-me-fanfics​​​​ @infiredbychogiwa​​​​ @hellotherehoneybee​​​​ @osnapjenn​​​​ @loeyprivvv​​​​ @taefect94​​​​ @hellotherehoneybee​​​​ @sunskook​​​​ @kooinluv​​​​ @kookiesjoonies​​​​ @hellotherehoneybee​​​​ @iovemaze​​​​ @butterflylion​​​​ @uxwi​​​​ @pastelpinksunflower​​​​ @houseofarmanto​​

I think it’s fair to say that consent kink is the hottest thing ever.

Jimin and his confident flirting, who wouldn’t be smitten? And as someone who usually picks a dropped hint up, dusts it off and gives it back I too appreciate the straightforwardness. 

The bickering, the soda thing because Taehyung would not have forgotten about it, the “wanna be friends”, and how did they survive that car ride?!?! YOU ARE PERFECT - excuse me I’m gonna cry. Nothing about this is casual how is OC still questioning intentions 🥺And I’m glad he likes kissing, he should and OC deserves to be kissed like that!

And I’m sorry, that gif also deserved a warning???

(Sorry again if the reblogging is in a strange chapter order!) 

inside you | kth

⤑  series: only roommates

⤑ genre: smut, fuckboi!taehyung x reader, roommate au, enemies to lovers.

⤑ rating: explicit.

⤑ word count: 8.7K

⤑ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, jimin has no filter, groping, grinding, dry humping, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, squirting, slight nipple play, tae has a consent kink lmao, overstimulation, masturbation, protected sex, multiple orgasms, voyeurism if you squint… taehyung, of course, has a big dick…

⤑ A/N: dude!! i don’t even know how this happened, lmao! i started and i couldn’t stop and like… w o a h! this definitely ended up being longer than i intended, but im lowkey in love with it. it’s a little late, but you know… i got carried away// either way let me know what you think bc this is freaking h u g e ++ i listened to goodnight n go by ari the entire time writing this, lowkey that song is them.

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Oh no Joon 🥺now I feel kinda sorry for calling him a fuckboy. I mean he was acting like one but still  🥺

“It’s not gross, that’s what feelings feel like - yeah well I am disgusted” I kinda felt that  😂 😂 😂

take care

– living with someone is never easy. living with the man you hate? cruel and unusual punishment. yn can’t stand her new roommate, but can’t afford to live on her own. keeping a distance seems like the only option, until one drunken night changes everything.

⪻ masterlist ⪼

⤑ taglist: @randomkoalablog​​​​​​ @seoulgotmysoul​​​​​​ @jjk-bunny​​​​​​ @stenoninja​​​​​​ @jaiuneamesolitaiire​​​​​​ @1-in-abillion​​​​​​ @hoefortaeshands​​​​​​ @withlovestudyblr​​​​​​ @betysotelo18​​​​​​ @vantaexx​​​​​​ @bangtansonyeondayyyum​​​​​​ @feed-me-fanfics​​​​​​ @infiredbychogiwa​​​​​​ @hellotherehoneybee​​​​​​ @osnapjenn​​​​​​ @loeyprivvv​​​​​​ @taefect94​​​​​​ @hellotherehoneybee​​​​​​ @sunskook​​​​​​ @kooinluv​​​​​​ @kookiesjoonies​​​​​​ @hellotherehoneybee​​​​​​ @iovemaze​​​​​​ @butterflylion​​​​​​ @uxwi​​​​​​ @pastelpinksunflower​​​​​​ @houseofarmanto​​​​

Lord to be this in love with someone that you cannot even imagine a person hitting on you because why would they, you only love the one and only. My heart!!! And thanks for searing the image of the baby hand wrapped around inked up thumb into my brain 🥺

Just thinking about boxer dad jk 🥰

same, sweetheart 😭 i was actually just talking to @yslkook​ about him and this was the result:

pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jk  word count. 0.9k warnings. jungkook has tattoos and he’s really cute 🥺 also this is completely unedited and self indulgent because i love dilf!jk so much 😭 notes. featuring the too close couple.

“Is this the one you like? Or is it this one?”

Jungkook examines the two nearly identical cases in his hands, racking his brain to remember what you had just told him thirty minutes ago.

“He hates this brand,” you had emphasized, tapping on the box. “Make sure you get the other one.”

“Babe, I got it,” he had responded, tightening the straps of his carrier, adjusting Jungwoo to be snug against his chest. “Have a little faith.”

You were unconvinced, staring at him with a hand on your hip and a concerned frown.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to write down a list?”

The sheer hubris of his past self, to refuse—

Jungwoo, of course, does not respond to his father’s question—one, because he’s fast asleep, and two, because he’s six months old—not quite old enough to do much else other than be picky about his formula. 

Still, Jungkook and his son are a package deal now. He especially appreciates the company while running mundane errands—people tend to be (for some strange reason) much more helpful while he has an infant strapped to his chest.

“Excuse me.”

A saccharine-sweet voice pulls Jungkook from his thoughts, drawing his attention to the short, smiling woman who has appeared at his side.

“I couldn’t help but notice you’re trying to decide between those two brands.”

She bats her eyelashes as she speaks, gaze drifting between Jungkook and his carbon copy.

“My sister has a three-month old,” she explains. “He refuses to drink that one—Nestle is probably the safer option.”

Jungkook sighs in relief, a smile spreading across his face.

“Thanks, you’re a life-saver,” he says, shelving the unwanted box and placing the Nestle case into his cart. “He’s really picky, I’d be screwed if I got the wrong one.”

The woman’s smile broadens, and she reaches to tuck a lock of her russet hair behind her ear.

“Of course. My sister’s on her own too, I know how tough it can be.”

The sentence flies over Jungkook’s head. 

Though, in his defense, he’s running on three hours of sleep, and it slipped his mind to put his ring back on after training this morning.

“Yeah, for such a little guy, he sure can throw a tantrum,” Jungkook jokes with a grin, fondly stroking his son’s soft hair.

“He’s really cute,” the woman comments, biting back her smile as she tips forward on her heels for a better view of the infant.

Jungkook happily angles his body to show off his face in baby form, cradling Jungwoo’s small body in his large, ink-covered hands. He fails to notice the woman’s eyes lingering on the floral designs, her gaze following the strokes that pattern his entire arm, up to his bicep. (Her eyes stay there for a few extra seconds.)

“What’s his name?”

“Jungwoo,” he responds with an absentminded smile, his gaze fixed on his son’s small hand, which is now wrapped around his thumb. 

It takes a few moments for Jungkook’s attention to drift back to his new acquaintance, and that’s when he notices her fascination with his ink.

“Oh, yeah,” he says sheepishly, pointing out the calligraphy of his son’s name that’s etched into his forearm. “I know it’s a little cheesy, but I had to.”

“Not at all,” she blurts out, her smile broadening at the endearing sight. “That’s very sweet.”

She remains blissfully unaware of the artwork that decorates his other arm—your initials woven into a bold neo-traditional rose.

“Anyways, thanks for your help,” he says, reaching for his cart. “I hope you have a g—”

“Oh, um—sorry, this might be forward,” she interrupts him hastily, seizing the opportunity. 

It’s not everyday that you meet a man with a bunny-like smile, a boxer’s build, and the tenderness of a saint. She’s just as enamored as you were when you first laid eyes on him. 

“I’m really good with babies. I don’t have any kids myself, not even a boyfriend or anything,” she adds not-so-subtly, with a shy smile, “but if you ever need anything—I’d be happy to help. Can I give you my number?”

Jungkook may be sleep deprived, but he certainly isn’t dumb.

What he is, however, is too hopelessly lovestruck to comprehend the signals. The thought doesn’t even cross his mind, that anyone could be interested in him, not when his own interests are so singular.

His face lights up, sowing seeds of false hope inadvertently.

“Actually, my wife’s been looking around for a babysitter,” he says excitedly, completely missing the way the poor woman’s face falls. “I’ll have her give you a call.”

It takes him a moment to pull his phone out of his pocket while he has his arms full with a baby and a diaper bag, but he manages to hand it to her with a beaming face.

“Sorry, your name was?”

She mumbles it under her breath, suddenly less enthusiastic—much to his confusion.

And he remains confused when you tell him a few days later that she’d given him a fake number.

“She seemed like she really wanted to!” he defends himself fervently. “I just don’t understand why she would offer her number and then—”

You don’t need to hear the rest to understand what had transpired. And his doe-eyed insistence is a little too endearing for you to resist—you give him a small kiss, chuckling to yourself when he returns the gesture with a bemused look.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing. You’re just cute.”

He seems slightly skeptical, but a follow-up kiss, one that lingers a little longer, erases the incident from his mind entirely.

“idk did you - idk did I” AHHHHH get it together girl! 

Also “it’s just me” I’m gonna cry, when did we go from imma get in your pants-tae to let me take you out-tae 🥺

try and relax

– living with someone is never easy. living with the man you hate? cruel and unusual punishment. yn can’t stand her new roommate, but can’t afford to live on her own. keeping a distance seems like the only option, until one drunken night changes everything.

⪻ masterlist ⪼

⤑ taglist: @randomkoalablog​​ @seoulgotmysoul​​ @jjk-bunny​​ @stenoninja​​ @jaiuneamesolitaiire​​ @1-in-abillion​​ @hoefortaeshands​​ @withlovestudyblr​​ @betysotelo18​​ @vantaexx​​ @bangtansonyeondayyyum​​ @feed-me-fanfics​​ @infiredbychogiwa​​ @mochibabycakes​​ @osnapjenn​​ @loeyprivvv​​ @taefect94​​ @hellotherehoneybee​​ @sunskook​​ @kooinluv​​ @kookiesjoonies​​ @houseofarmanto​​ @iovemaze​​ @butterflylion​ @uxwi​ @pastelpinksunflower​