+ zara larsson

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samz at it again ᢉ𐭩

samz (🍓) | 18 | asian | intp | multifandom maniac. i like pasta, talking nonsense and yapping shit. jungkook and jeonghan are a culture here. please feel free to talk to me, not if you’re a minor tho.

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its @hoperadio now not @nysae anymore !!!

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hmmmm, do we need a theme update ????

[songsomi]

Don't move, Claire Redfield.

[waskitty]

i’m so glad i’ve never gotten over anything in my life it makes listening to music so fun

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YOOOO SPIDEY!JK IM GLAD U WERE INTRIGUED BY ITTTT IM EXCITEDDD also whats a moot anon 🧍‍♀️

GURL I WAS SMITTENED LOL

a moot BUT as an anon is a moot anon !!

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spidey!jk is under works !!

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I love cucumbers in my burger

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YESYESYES IM SAT FOR THE NEIGHBOUR TENSIONNNN MY MOUTH IS OPEN

GURL CLOSE IT LMAOOOOO 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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you’re the worst. | preview

“Don’t you have like five different porn subscriptions?” With his crazy good looks and panty-dropper charms, your best friend in the whole wide world is a boss-level homme fatal, which is why you find it hoax level unbelievable when Jungkook declares he hasn’t had sex in three years. With all these people willing to sacrifice their firstborns just to spend one night with him, what can possibly be standing in his way?

jungkook x reader (f): friends to fwbs to lovers, smut, angst, slowburn

cw: no major warnings for the preview. see mlist for more info.

“THREE YEARS?!”

“Goddamn, your jaw didn’t drop this hard when I showed my sleeve to you the first time,” Jungkook turns his gaze to the space between his stool and yours, face contorted in absolute judgement. “That hole on the floor is at least halfway to China.”

“How the fuck is this even possible?!” you look at him like he has told you the earth is not only flat but also rectangular. “I’ve seen a woman walk into a streetlight because she couldn’t stop staring at you.”

“My dick prefers lips over eyes, baby,” he smiles into his drink. 

“If you don’t keep your voice down, someone’s gonna offer,” you trace your finger on the rim of your glass, “which you could use, it feels like.”

“Nah, I’m good,” he purses his lips.

Now you’re even more confused. The sex god among mortals has been celibate for three whole years for reasons unknown, and he doesn’t seem the least bit interested in revving the horny engine again. Which makes NO goddamn sense because during the two weeks you had to share an apartment during college, you were inadvertently subjected to A LOT OF TMI regarding what this motherfucker did with his dick on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, seven days a week. 

With seven different people.

“What is this really about?” you press further. “You’re literally the only guy I know who’d refuse getting his soul sucked out of him.”

“Nothing,” he calmly shrugs, pushing your annoyance levels to a dangerous height. “The kinda head game that’s up to my standards just can’t be found in the wild anymore.”

“You know the red light district exists, right?” you deadpan.

“I don’t pay for sex,” he sternly counters.

“Don’t you have like five different porn subscriptions?” you sneer.

“Along with six other streaming platforms, yeah, what’s your point?”

“Fine, smartass, why not hookup apps then?”

“No one really swipes right with the kinda shit I put on my profile,” he heaves a resigned sigh. “I mean, if they did, I’d probably have to call the cops to report a raging lunatic anyway.”

“Puh–lease!” you snort loudly. “Bitches would swipe right today just to climb your hot ass body even if your bio said ‘There’s a true crime documentary about me on Netflix’.”

“Which is why my avatar picture is a stoic capybara,” he declares matter-of-factly, then annoyingly smirks. “So you think my body is ‘hot ass’, huh?”

“So you are on digital brothels, huh? Which means you are actively searching,” you immediately block the door so the topic wouldn’t even dare to change. “Then how come you’re not hitting that every lunch break?”

“Why would I do that when I can just get high and rub one out instead?” he scoffs. “Did you know weed makes lunch break feel like three hours?”

“Why are you being so evasive?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“This,” you draw a circle around his stupid gorgeous figure, your voice swelling with your patience running thin fast. “I’m asking a very simple question. I know you’ve calmed down a lot over the years, which is suspicious as fuck by the way, but just what the hell kinda ‘standards’ do you have that no one in the universe seems to meet them?”

Jungkook’s lips faintly curl as he swirls his drink in his hand. You’re the only person in this world he feels something akin to trust for, yet he could never bring himself to talk about any of this even with you, not that he never came close on particularly drunk nights. He is immune to strangers getting scandalized now, calling him names, borderline running away screaming as if he put a gun to their heads, but just the thought of you being nauseated by him, being disappointed in him in whatever capacity fucking kills him inside. He can’t afford losing you. He’s never been able to.

But something about you insisting on squeezing this out of him is doing things to him because god fucking knows he wants you to squeeze a lot more out of him. Things that have been forced into dormancy for years. Things he couldn’t say, things he couldn’t feel, things that physically hurt him because of how heavy they have grown inside him. So heavy that sometimes it feels like if you touch him once, it will induce such an intense release that he will cry with unbearable relief. He doesn’t know why he’s getting such a kick out of it; maybe it’s the pregame drinks he’s rolled too fast, but it’s dangerous. It’s so damn dangerous that he can feel the control he always holds in a death grip slipping through his fingers like butter on sizzling iron. There’s a reason he never talks about these things with you because every time you’re around, the angel and the devil on his shoulders always seem to be busy fondling each other to actually give him any sage advice. 

“You know what, maybe it’s better if I just showed you,” he knowingly smiles, then finishes his drink in one go and leaves the stool. “Come on, we’re gonna be late for the show.”

He’s on his way to meet you. Hope you'll look forward to it •ᴗ•

[vyva-melinkolya]

Don’t make your younger self into your own dead wife.

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a neighbour au + gamer!jk like they both meet on a game but they dk that they're neighbours kinda thing 😶😶😶

how about they know that they are neighbours and they occasionally flirt during the game rally but when they see each other in person there is TENSION ????

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samz is active baby

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I kinda want to write something for svt too

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I LOVE YOU FREAKY!ANONS !!!!!!

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any story where jk and the oc are like different (personality, aesthetic, job, etc) boxer and ballerina where their lives are sooo different but they contrast each other ya know? imagine boxer!jk x ballerina reader, with huge size and strength kink like he could carry her easily and fuc-TRAIN PASSES BY

ARE YOU OKAYYYYY

no but size difference is something im a slut for adding this to my brain YEASSSS

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i love all tropes tbh just give me anything that's tense and steamy !!!!!! i love when the story has me at the edge of my set yearning and sweating like yummmm

saw you mention single dad jk in a comment and I MIGHT NEED THAT omg to me that taps a bit into "forbidden love" bc i always pictures the dilf older than the ocs lol kinda like a i know we shouldn't but i want tooooooo.

this might be controversial idk but teacher x student.... SET IN UNIVERSITY SETTING WHERE BOTH PARTYS ARE LEGAL ADULTS OFC. the power imbalance also the fact that is a bit unethical makes me want to chew glass, again very i know we shouldn't but i wantoooooo

LMAO

GURL YOU’RE NOT ALONEEEEEE THIS IS SCRUMPTIOUS LETS CHEW GLASS TOGETHER