Lord To Be This In Love With Someone That You Cannot Even Imagine A Person Hitting On You Because Why

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.

No my heart cannot take this, this was so fucking cute! I want this so much, where can I get one please?! 🥺 The way that talking to each other without noticing how much time passes is such a glorious thing to find <3 

Also I felt “And you tell him that you do it as well, because dude, I work so much with excel tables, I need some sort of rebellious streak.” although I don’t condone the drinking out of the milk carton and have to have a really heard think now what my rebellious streak might be or if I need to get one asap. 

Thank you for sharing <3 Also I love the name of your blog <3

rose coloured | jjk

Title: rose coloured

[my masterlist]

Banner by me, picture from here

This prompt is taken from the wonderful Valentine’s Mix Prompt List from @btswritingcafe​ (Check it out! There are so many fun prompts on there!)

Scenario 7 

Your girl friends all have plans with their partners, leaving you alone and drunk… which leads you to call up an old flame. 

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff / post-college!AU 

Wordcount: 2,3k

Warnings: alcohol is drunk (bougie rosé champagne) valentine’s day is a scam, hoseok mentions a booty call, cursing is done, people are reminiscing about being drunk in college, mentions of ridiculous costumes, people sport a hangover, friends are getting wined and dined and laid

a/n: fair warning, this has never happened before (this=started, finished and posted a fic in two days), so <throws the fic on the ground and runs away> (Please let me know if you like it. I thrive on feedback!) Also, this is only edited by me and not beta-read.

(Hey Mai! @jinpanman​ see, there is noooooo angst in here! <3 Thank you for cheering me on while I wrote this!)

Happy Valentine’s Day! (Don’t forget to love yourself today! And if you can’t, I’ll do it for you.)

____________________

“Hello?”

Shit. What did your rosé-induced brain think when you dialed this number? That it was a good idea to call the hottest guy in your contacts? The guy you shared a few classes with during undergrad and then somehow your friend groups mingled for a while, but then graduation came, before you had plucked up enough courage to ask him out, because fuck societal gender norms, and that you hadn’t talked to in a few years? Yeah, stellar idea.

So you do the obvious thing and hang up.

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No this little family is so cute!!! These two are really something else and Jungkook should never question his wife’s sixth sense when it comes to her boys (and even though he did she pulled all the stops to make sure to reward her selfless husband, I mean, what more could you ever want in life) :D But I can’t come up with how the ““Don’t get all whiny if—”” sentence was supposed to end?!

And who knew toddlers needed to come with a warning, too :D 

“Your dearly beloved may be perfect in your eyes, but you can admit that objectively, patience is not one of his virtues.” I love this sentence so much because to me it shows that when you love someone like that, even things others would deem a fault it what makes your perfect person perfect <3 And how casually you throw in just how much they care about each other with the comment about being in tune with her body especially post-partum! 

Also I cannot get over the image of the Lighting McQueen bedding and Jungwoo’s snuggle buddy (cutest phrase ever btw) being way too tall for it 🥺

maybe dilf!jk who’s son has a nightmare and he comes to sleep in his parents room🥺

Anonymous said:

Dilf jk railing Yn + lactation kink,,,, and the baby wakes up after they’re done and yn is asleep so koo goes to baby’s room to calm them down and yn gets up in the morning to see him sleeping on the rocking chair w baby on his chest

this is a little modified, but i hope it still captures the spirit of these two requests! i apologize, there’s no lactation kink involved because jungwoo is a little older in this drabble. i hope both of you anons enjoy, thank you for your suggestions!

also, this is a small apology for the less-than-lighthearted discourse that has been going on on my blog for the past couple days, i know it can be a bummer to read. i hope all of you will accept this as compensation—i try to keep things as positive as i can!

pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jkword count. 2.3kgenre. smut and fluffwarnings. unprotected sex (within an established relationship, they’re using birth control), dirty talk, mild degradation, oral sex (m. receiving), they nearly get caught?notes. featuring the too close couple. thank you to @yslkook​ as always for her support 🥺tags. @augustbutwinter @youwannabelostandnotbefound​ again, i’m so sorry that the two of you will be notified every time i post writing...please know you can back out at any time 😅

“Kook.”

Your voice is muffled by his lips on yours, his entire body weight resting atop of you.

The TV screen flickers quietly a few feet away, the action flick long forgotten, even though it’s a treat these days, to get to watch a non-animated movie. While Jungwoo goes through his Cars phase, the house is a shrine to Lightning McQueen, and you’re fairly certain you can recite the movie word for word at this point (Jungwoo definitely can, and does). For once though, he’s knocked out cold at a reasonable hour, and you and Jungkook somehow still have some energy to spare.

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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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This is so cute and domestic and playful and ugh, my heart <3 

Cait! Happy Sunday (as long as you aren't eating canned cheese) !! Can I please request "wow you're photogenic."?

This was from so long ago, Ayesha, I’m very sorry! But I hope you enjoy! 

Might be love, might be something else. Mornings come slower lately, and he’s savouring the shape of them, the unwinding of them. Delicate and spiced now with something soft and tender; he’ll grab it when he can. 

Sam stretches out on the sofa, feet tucked up under a throw cushion he had, three Saturdays ago, sworn you didn’t need, but here it is, and he loves it almost as much as the hands that plucked it from the sale bin; lips pouting and pleading until he’d given in, bribed more by the kiss of your smile than anything else. 

“Might be love?” Bucky is fond of saying. “Bud, you’re in. You’re in deep.” 

And he is, he is, he must be, because he’s been hungry for such a long time. A soul hunger, scratching down deep to the bones of him, and there you curl, all sun-warmed and sweet, nestled beneath his heart. Safe within him. 

He smirks, pleased with the poetry, plans on slipping it into your ear once lunch is finished. Lets his eyes drift shut and breathes deep the scent of fresh laundry, glad to be finished with the folding, content with the division of labour, these labours of love. 

“Honey?” you call, and he feels it. Slow and sweet, but he won’t open his eyes. Likes pretending to be asleep, so you’ll poke him, prod him, get closer until he can reach out, the fine-tuned reflexes of a soldier, and pull you down into a laughing embrace. The kind to take his breath away. 

Two more steps. 

He imagines you leaning over him, wiping your hands on a dishcloth, reaching out -- oh, there’s a rustle. A...a clink? 

Eyes stubbornly closed, but he wants to peek. Another clink. Something metallic? Something...

“Sam, honey, are you asleep?” you murmur, voice feather-soft. 

Playful, because he can be, because Captain America be damned -- he’ll play a practical joke on his girlfriend if he wants to -- Sam smiles, but keeps his eyes closed. There’s a shuffle, a light, familiar tapping, and a shutter sound. 

A quick exhale. “Wow,” you breathe, “you’re photogenic.” 

His smile widens. “You were supposed to tell me to ‘say cheese,’” Sam teases, eyes opening as he surges upwards, captures your lips in an easy kiss. “Not fair, sweetheart.” 

“Still a great picture,” you laugh, turning your phone to show him. He makes a soft noise of approval, and swings his legs over the side of the couch to make room for you. “But if it’s cheese you want...” 

“Mmm. Cheese would be good.” Another kiss, this one to your temple. Skin warm and he can smell the orange soap on your hands.  A hint of cinnamon on the air. Behind him, the drone of the microwave. This is home, he thinks.“But not that spray stuff in the can. That’s Bucky’s.” 

This was such a wild ride 😂 The crack was everywhere! I admit I was worried there for a second but then I remembered the chips!!! All clown wigs were worn in this one  😂

𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 || jungkook x reader

genre: crack

→ in which jungkook tastes blood whenever someone lies to him. jungkook also tastes blood when he asks his girlfriend if she's still in love with him and she says yes.

an: initially this au idea was supposed to be a long angsty au...turns out im a clown so now it is a short crack au.

introduction

part one | pinterest couple

part two | small punch

part three | sale chips

part four | no plan good plan

part five | metallic taste

part six | no vagina no privileges

part seven | the damn fish again

part eight | no fish

part nine | pal or fart dude, decide

part ten | day 1

part eleven | cut

part twelve | frickin frick

part thirteen | ok lie but why

part fourteen | big brain

part fifteen | ok but food

end

thank you for reading!