hey idk if ya answered this before but why do you call kyung housewife?? (cause it's a super accurate tag and i love it and i wanna know if i missed out on something with block b or if you are just amazingly accurate with your nicknames)
Read this. The only changes has been with Jiho with now Zico baby.
Zico tag name Zico baby - I gave this to him right before She’s a Baby I believe. I wanted a new name for him that wasn’t Jico since that was so boring. Zico baby came more from the gif names I give him. I’ll say about 70% of my gifs for him have words like cute/cutie/angel/i love you so much/my favorite/etc. So having these cute names for him was only natural to start being calling a baby. I also have a tag name that is Baby Boy Nacseo. For people that don’t know Nacseo is Jiho’s old stage name before Zico when he was a teen and just starting out as a rapper. I name anything that is super cute of him or super young of him Baby Boy Nacseo.
thank you jen, for 6 years of magic, for pouring all your heart into this and bringing into life this pure, inspiring, strong, intelligent, kind, precious, sweet, brave, loving and all kinds of beautiful saviour. thank you for being hope and light. have a wonderful happy beginning! you are loved. she is loved.
• soft and shy at first
• but afterwards you find out that the boy is WILD.
• inside jokes between you two that no one else understands
• bambam is jealous
• you and bambam are lowkey at war
• I mean you can’t blame him, you stole his boyfriend
• back hugs
• bear hugs
• forehead kisses
• nuzzles his head in your shoulder which leads to neck kisses
• which leads to hickeys
• which leads to-
• yeet, not yet :)
• “baby dance with me”
• shows you new dances and tries to teach you so you can dance together
• stares at you all the time because he is just so iN shOcK tHaT YoU eVeN LikE Him!1!
• slow dancing in the kitchen
• watches you cook bc he can’t but he finds it cute that you care for him much
• CHRIS BROWN ERRDAY
• got6 loves you
• you guys prank each other all the time
• play fighting
• gets silent when you guys actually fight and argue
• cries because he doesn’t want to lose you
• holds your hand in public
•lowkey protective but won’t show it unless he has to
• not big on kissing you in front of the members but when you get home he’s all over you
• couple rings
• spoils you
• will go shopping with you
• pays attention to what you like and ends up buying it for you later
• “I love you so much”
• fun dates like carnivals and concerts but also chill dates where you watch movies/ play video games and sleep
• when you do sleep the man CRUSHES YOU.
• you are now his personal pillow
• calls you before he gets on the plane before a tour
• calls you when he lands
• calls you everday
• “baby I miss you”
• “kiss me through the phone”
• has a thousand nicknames for you
• baby,sweety,pumpkin,babygirl, angel
• is always all over you
• loves you so much and always shows it
I am detached
and I’m so sorry
I let myself
get in the way
of things that
but won’t be
because I shouldn’t
say I love you
just to hear another
I told you so
letters to myself
these were supposed
to be the better days
but I’m not okay
and it’s not your fault
you shouldn’t have
to put up with me
you shouldn’t have
to love me
for what it’s worth
we could’ve been
something so much more
than just another poem
that I can’t write
these are Shakespeare’s
last words with a spin
and a twist, remembering
ways to not grab your hips
to not kiss your lips
there is poison slipped
into my pens,
I don’t write love poems
I write we’re kinda
I don’t write prose
I write the story
of the dying rose
If I give and give
If you take and take
If I love and love
and you trust and trust
which parts of us
will understand me
when I’m alone and numb
without you clogging up
my heart with another
apology that sounds like
I’m sorry, I wish we could’ve been
I wish we could be more
than just a pile of lust
and sin that won’t happen
dear Heavenly Father,
forgive me for my wicked ways
if I pray and pray
if I duck and dodge
your solemn words
that sever ties
that paint the walls
of my soul into crispy gold
into melted snow
my thoughts will follow
some lovers have hands
that I could hold
but I can’t stay
if I’m still not
over the mountain
of regrets and no,
I’ll leave by sunrise
even if your clothes are on
and we didn’t make love
we’re naked to the truth
you can see it in my eyes
I hate telling lies
so I don’t talk much
I hate small talk
so I don’t make friends
I don’t trust people
I barely trust myself
I’m a sinner that knows
how to love,
I’m an angel that fell
and we’re still far from this place
baby, I’m detached from you
you deserve the moon and the stars
I cannot give you the universe
I cannot give you the sun
but maybe somebody else can
I cannot be in love with you
I cannot be in love with you
if I still don’t understand
if I still don’t know how to love myself
and if you love me for how I am
and if you have stayed this long
and if you really are in love with me
then understand that I am detached
a loop, a maze, a graze on your lips
I wear us thin into the pen
A pen is my weapon
and these words
are the cuts that I am made of
some truths sink into your skin
this love is razor sharp,
I’m out of bandages
I’m all out of love
I’m with shadows
near the shoreline
looking for inspiration
slowly now, slowly now
into the sunrise
one day from my ashes
I will rise, I will rise
Daddy needs you, be ready for me upstairs, princess x
A burning sensation stirred in my core as my eyes scanned over the photo Justin had sent me. Clearly preoccupied, the slightly blurred and quickly shot image displayed his hardened crotch. Judging by the time, he was still in a meeting; only making my temperature rise, the idea of him getting caught turning me on, slightly.
Standing from the couch, I exhaled loudly and made my way to the bedroom, knowing there would be consequences if I didn’t comply with his request. As my bare feet padded towards my drawer tailored specifically for these moments, I chewed on my bottom lip whilst deciding on which set would be appropriate.
Settling on my burgundy babydoll and thong, I headed for the bathroom so that I could see myself in the mirror. I had fifteen minutes until Justin was scheduled to be home, fifteen minutes to prepare myself for what was to come.
Deciding against tying my hair up, I let my curled locks frame my face; Justin preferred it when he had something to pull on.
Three minutes on the clock.
I grinned to myself and chose to disobey Justin’s orders, I found myself walking back down the stairs. Leaning against the doorframe of the living room, I waited patiently and anxiously for my boyfriend’s arrival. I’d never really gone against what he’d said before, who knows what he’d come up with.
The door clicked and my heart jumped. Justin’s took three steps before noticing my presence, eyes widening for a split second.
“Hey baby,” I smirked.
“Didn’t I tell you to wait for me upstairs?”
His voice was raspy and deep, something that came naturally to him yet I’m positive it was emphasised when he was aroused. I loved it.
“Don’t be mad, daddy,” I pouted.
“You disobeyed me, (Y/N),” He spoke, hands now on the small of my back, “That’s extremely naughty of you. Now, what should I do with you first?”
I tried to suppress my grin, continuing to look up innocently at him, I knew it was something that got to him.
“Fuck,” He whispered, looking away for a moment; composing himself.
I continued to stare up at him, his features mesmerising. I watched as his jaw clenched, he was awaiting a response that I wasn’t going to give, “Well?”
His brow raised, “Should I fuck you, first? Hm? Should I make you suck my cock for being so disobedient? Or should I put you over my knee and spank you for not listening to me?”
I whimpered, he noticed. With every word he spoke, he pulled me closer so that I was now flush against his chest.
Justin’s lips met with my neck once, before he picked me up and carried me up the stairs, I squealed as I was locked in his grasp; uncertain of what was about to happen.
Kicking the door open with his foot, he sat down on the bed and held me so that I was laid over his lap.
“You know, I should spank you for an hour for disrespecting my wishes. But, you’ve been a good girl and got yourself dressed for me, so for that, I will only give you ten.”
Pulling my thong down, I gasped quietly as the air hit my core. “Count,”
His hand came down on my ass and I jumped, “One,”
Again, he spanked me, “Two, daddy.”
“That’s a good girl, only eight more.”
With each slap, I could feel the handprint burning on my ass cheek; causing me to tug on my bottom lip, hard. “Ten, daddy.”
A satisfied hum left Justin’s lips as his hand slid over my ass and down to my centre, running his fingers up and down my slit, “Look at you, soaking for me. Does daddy spanking you turn you on?”
“Mmm,” I moaned, feeling him circle my clit.
“Answer me, properly, (Y/N).”
This time, he patted my ass gently, signalling for me to stand. I complied, and I stood, my legs shaking slightly. Justin’s fingers felt like feathers against my skin as his traced my shoulders, pulling down the straps of my babydoll. As it fell to the ground, I felt my nipples perk as they came into contact with the air, “Beautiful,”
Justin turned me around in his arms and guided me onto the bed, my hands and knees against the plush comforter.
“Spread your legs for daddy,”
A groan left his lips as I done as I was told, the sudden dip in the mattress indicating to me that he was, too, on the bed. His fingers spread my wetness along my folds, my pussy throbbing for him.
Pushing back against his long fingers, another slap was placed on my ass for being impatient, “Don’t,”
His digits left my centre, and I whimpered in protest. I needed him. Soon, I heard the zipper on his work pants and I grew warm in anticipation. A tight lipped moan came from me as I felt his tip running along me, collecting my arousal.
Again, I pushed back against Justin in hopes of getting fucked sooner, but he pulled away. “Don’t, (Y/N). I want you absolutely aching for me.”
“I am,” I moaned, “Daddy, please. Fuck me.”
A small chuckle left his lips, “You think it’s that easy, princess? Look at you, dripping for me. Desperate for my cock. Tell me how badly you want me.” With every sentence he spoke, he teased me by only pushing the tip in, and pulling out again.
“So bad… I n-need you, Justin, please.”
“I can’t hear you,”
I heard his shirt drop to the floor and I bit my lip, imagining how he looked right now; toned, face stern, slightly flustered, cock ready for me.
“Daddy, please…” I moaned, this time louder; but not to the point where I would be spanked again for raising my voice.
“That’s a good girl,” He spoke, before finally giving in and thrusting once, filling me up completely.
My body jolted forward at the unexpected movement, and I gripped the bedsheets as Justin began to fuck me to the point of oblivion, there was no going slow with him, “Fuck,”
Sweat laced our bodies as we connected as one, the sound of skin-on-skin and moans filled the room. Thrusting into me at what felt like every half-second, my legs shook and I felt myself involuntarily squeeze them shut.
“No, keep them open for me, baby.” He groaned, gripping my hips tighter.
Falling forwards, my cheek against the bedsheets, I moaned as his fingers toyed with my already swollen clit.
A tug on my hair forced me back up, and I whimpered as Justin’s body fell forward so that he was close to me. Peppering kisses on my neck, he moaned into my ear, “You’ve been such a good girl for daddy tonight, haven’t you?”
“I won’t hold your disobedience against you, but that won’t ever happen again, will it?”
My eyes screwed shut and I couldn’t bring myself to answer him. My fingers gripped the comforter tightly as I felt myself edging closer to my climax. I yelped as Justin’s slapped my ass hard, “Answer me, (Y/N), or I’ll stop. I won’t let you cum.”
“N-no… It won’t happen again, I promise.” I breathed, struggling to form a coherent sentence.
“Good girl, are you gonna cum for me?”
“Yes, I’m so close,”
The warmth of his body being so close to mine disappeared as he sat upright again and rocked his hips faster, hands pulling me back against him. His soft pants spurred me on and I fucked back, eyes rolling to the back of my head as he hit deeper than before.
“Fuck, baby… I’m cumming,” I cried, head falling forwards.
“Cum for me, baby… that’s it, fuck,”
As my body shook, I could feel Justin’s thrusts becoming irregular and quick, causing me to clench around him, “Oh baby, do that again.”
In seconds I heard him groan and spill inside of me, the feeling sending another set of shockwaves through my body. Collapsing entirely on the bed, I breathed heavily. Justin came to lay beside me and he pulled me close, bending one leg to wrap around his own.
My eyes fluttered shut as I felt him place a single kiss on my clammy forehead, fingers running through my hair, “I love you so much, angel.”
I smiled to myself and nuzzled into his chest, “I love you more.”
So recently my precious baby bun has been getting shit about his skin because he has acne. Which EVERYONE has dealt with at least once in their life, or still is dealing with it. It’s not a big deal, it’s just skin, it doesn’t change what an amazing person Jungkook is. And honestly I love his acne, it just makes him normal and human. Every imperfection he has, in my eyes, just makes him even more perfect so that’s why I’m making this appreciation post about his perfect imperfections which I adore with all my heart
His facial scar
i love it so much it just makes him even more handsome asdfghjkl
look how cute it looks, i just wanna kiss it
my heart hurts because of how adorable he is
DO YOU SEE THIS BEAUTY
w o w what a beautiful specimen
LOOK AT THIS SOFT LIL FLUFF. LEMME CUDDLE AND KISS HIM
bare faced kookie is my favourite kookie
look at this sleeping beauty
i wanna kiss all over his face. what a fucking angel
baby boy is the cutest thing to grace this planet i cant deal
His arm scar
lemme kiss it pls also sweaty kook will be the death of me
oh look more sweat :) THIS LOOK MURDERS MY ASS INCLUDING THE SCAR
LOOK AT THE FLOOF
^^literally me cuz i can’t handle looking at his beauty
His knee scars
PLS JUNGKOOK. SITTING LIKE THAT IS GONNA KILL ME
his cute lip knee scars im so sorry
two angels istg
I love Jungkook with every fiber of my being and all I wanna do is protect him. If anyone hates on him I will fite them. He is not disgusting, he is not overrated, he is none of the things I‘ve seen these assholes call him. He is the most sweetest, talented, caring human being alive and I’m just so happy to be around at the same time as him to watch him grow and shine. ❤️