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jung-koook

I am so fascinated by his beauty

taeguks

jungkook: *sniff*

kookiesjoonies

first & last | jjk.

↠ main pairing: best friend!jungkook x virgin!reader

↠ fic type: one shot, friends to lovers

↠ genre: smut

↠ word count: 4.2k

↠ warnings: alcohol consumption (they aren’t drunk, just a lil tipsy), explicit language, dry humping, finger sucking, light dirty talk, hand job, cum play

↠ summary: during a game of never have i ever, jungkook finds out that you haven’t had your first kiss yet and decides to show you how it’s done.

a/n: eeeeep! i’m so happy to finally have smth up for jk again bc it’s been awhile n we all know i’m whipped for this man. enjoy! feedback is always appreciated. xo

ssunnysidedown

first post of 2020 :’)

ssunnysidedown

DAECHWITA

leviackermanscleaningbuddy

Hobi *flirting*: If global warming were a person, it’d be you.

Yoongi: What, worsening day by day while being simultaneously ignored by millions of people for the sake of their own happiness and peace?

Hobi: Um….I-I was gonna say hot-but uh….

parkjmzl

barefaced smiles

jungshiii

bts: “i’m scared of him, he’s muscular”

yourkeeperoftherunners

Slowly but Surely

Plot: AU The snake hybrid you took in is leery of you and you know better than to push his boundaries. Finding him invading your bed was unexpected, but he claims it’s just instinct.

Rating: PG (Snake behaviors, distrust, mention of wounds healing)

Characters: Snake Hybrid!Yoongi x Reader

Notes: This is related to the Misunderstood Hybrid headcanons I wrote. Dedicated to @btsreactsarchive as she reblogged the first round of headcanons a little after they were written and has been a big supporter. Many thanks.

“How are your wounds healing?” you asked when your guest entered the kitchen.

The hybrid shuffled into the kitchen slowly, eyes still closed. The tips of his forked tongue peeked out between his lips and he paused for a moment.

“You have mice under your bird feeder – I’m going to have breakfast outside,” he noted. He moved in the direction of the door and you blinked at his response.

You opened your mouth, tempted to ask him your question again but the words lingered on your tongue. Instead, you rose from your seat and placed your hand on the doorknob to open the back door for him. He pried an eye open and twisted his lips into a scowl.

“I can open the door myself,” he grumbled as he nudged your hand away, taking the knob and yanking the door open. He leaned forward and dropped to his belly, using his tail to propel himself slowly toward the direction of your bird feeder. You quietly shut the door behind you and sighed.

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