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jeon jungkook bf headcannons

summary : 

╰ pairing : none really, just headcanons.

╰ genre : headcanons..

╰ rating : none

╰ warnings : mentions of sex...there’s a whole section for it. 

╰ a/n: this is actually a draft that has been sitting here for months. hope u enjoy.

𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘓 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌

- he works out like crazy & you got really concerned when you first started to date him, but now you’re waking up to make his protien shakes sometimes.

- he takes pride in his skin but he doesn’t really do much. the only thing he spends a lot of money on are sheet masks and toners. you both set at least two days out of the month to give each other facials

- he’s a clean person, but it’s v easy for his surroundings to get a little messy.

- very close with his family--all of them love your relationship.

- he cooks a lot but if he doesn’t want to, he literally won’t.

- he’s a very busy person, but he makes sure to bring back some type of souvenir for you if he goes out of town. 

- he love sleeping. i feel like his iron is low, so instead of using the proper suppliments, he’d rather sleep.

- he has a motorcycle! he uses it to take you out at nights to the city.

𝘚𝘌𝘟𝘜𝘈𝘓 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌

- ..honey

- he is a SWITCH. like u can’t tell me he can’t be bottom too.

- but when he is a top, he likes to be very controlling. he wants you to obey him.

- he’s very teasing and uses a little dirty talk.

- i don’t think he has any kinks but maybe a mommy kink? idk.

- aftercare is a must or else he’d feel super bad and think that everything is his fault (giving and recieving)

- he loves eye contact during it.

- definetly in the nights, like whenever he can’t sleep or something.

- missionary. but is very open to trying new positions.

𝘙𝘌𝘎𝘜𝘓𝘈𝘙 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘗𝘓𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚

- he doesn’t like arguing. when you both do argue, it’s more of a “intense conversation” than an argue. if he feels that you guys might end up arguing, he’ll stop talking and wait until the mood is lighter.

- he is very jealous and doesn’t care that he is.

- talking about relationship improvments are a must. honesty is encouraged. 

- he is a little sensitive; it’s a little easy to hurt his feelings and get him emotional. but this has made it easier for the two of you to understand each other because of his emotional awareness.

- he’ll try his best to be the best boyfriend ever, which can hurt his self-esteem sometimes if he feels like he isn’t doing enough.

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fatale || kth oneshot

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: one-shot (very short)

warnings: smut, drinking, blood, mentions of killing (not descriptive)

words: 1,166

I walked up to the counter and I sat down at one of the stools. The bartender noticed me right away.

"What can I get for you, miss?" The bartender asked. He was a tall man with gelled back hair. His broad shoulders were captivating.

"Boulevardier please." I said. He nodded, walking over to the tap. I looked around to see people talking amongst themselves, dancing, or admiring the soloist. I didn't expect the bar to be too populous, given the fact that it is a jazz club. I then look down at my black dress, opening my purse to take out my debit card.

He brought the drink over to me and rested it on the counter. In exchange, I handed him my card. "Thank you." He said.

I took a sip of my drink, noticing a man with a brown suit taking a seat next to me. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. He then said something in a language that I couldn't understand.

The bartender laughed, handing me my card, and responded back to the other man in english. He went over to the tap.

"Shift's over." He said, placing a drink in front of him. "Later, brother."

The brown-suited man noded, watching the bartender leave. I looked down at my drink, so that I didn't appear to be watching them. Then again, I was the only other person around the counter.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" The brown-suited man asked me.

I looked over at him. "Yes. Are you?"

He made a face. "A little. I just got off stage."

I looked over at the band, and then back at him. "Really?"

"Yes." He said. I divert my eyes, feeling nervous from the eye contact. It seemed as if he never blinked. "I played a saxaphone solo."

"Ah," I took a sip of my drink, licking my red-stained lips. "You played beautifully."

--

I open my eyes and am greeted by the sun's rays. I find myself in an unfamiliar bed, turning around to see an unfamilar sleeping face. His face was now inches away from mine. His eyelashes are relativley long and his eyebrows are well groomed. His arm was wrapped around my waist like heavy, dead weight.

Soon enough.

He careses my skin softly. I try to recall what happened last night, and why I'm here. His eyes open slighlty, and I remember who it is.

The brown-suited man.

I turn around fully, looking under the white duvet. I am fully unclothed, and so is he. Only God knows where my dress is.

"Good morning." His voice is quiet and hoarse.

"Good morning." I say.

"How did you sleep?" He asks. His hair is messy, full of tangles and knots that covered his forehead. Tangles and knots that my bare hands created.

"I slept well. You?"

"I slept good." He says. His eyes

His hand slowly runs up and down my side, causing me to shiver slightly at the feeling. His eyes never left mine, and I did my best to keep the eye contact.

It found it's way up my chest, and around my nipple. I inhaled sharply as he manipulated it with his fingers.

"Tell me if I should stop." He whispers.

I close my eyes, gathering his cheek in my hand. "Don't." I kiss him, moving my hands upwards and into his hair. "Don't stop."

He plants kisses on my neck, my arms, my hands and my stomach. As he travels further down my body, he takes the duvet off the both of us. My bare body is met by the cold air, but his warm skin makes it better.

He flips me over so that I am completely underneath him. His face hovers over mine, kissing me and letting out soft groans. My leg is lifted by his big hand as he settles himself in between my legs. "Warm," He says between kisses. "You're so warm."

He drags his length over my clit, provoking a moan to leave my lips. He grinds himself slowly and I move my hips to match his movements. "I want you inside me," I whisper.

I am taken aback by my words, since I never say much when it comes to situations like these. But there's something about this moment that's different. I've had sex with multiple men--morning sex with multiple men--but the simplicity of him is addicting.

He takes my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. He lowers it, and places our hands on his dick. Long, veiny and hard. I wish it belonged to me. "Have your way." He says.

I cover his cock with my fingers, lining it up it with my enterance. He pushes forward slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips. He is pretty.

He enters further as I slowly allow him to be welcomed once more. We moan simultaneiously as he moves in and out of me. He lowers his face to meet mine and our lips brush against the other. His hands find mine again and I grab hold of them.

"You're so," He gasps. "Addicting."

He picks up the speed, sending a rush through my body. He removes the connection with our hands and licks his thumb. He places the single finger on my clit, rubbing circles on it. I moan, finding my fingers in his hair--in my rightful position.

"Please" I moan, cocking my head back.

He kisses my neck and I wrap my arms around him. He whimpers softly in the crook of my neck, and my stomach churns in pleasure.

--

Nothing has ever felt as good as yesterday morning. He was like none other in this world.

I wash my hands, watching the red coloring from them turn the water in the sink red as well. A feeling of betrayal and hurt washes over me. I look beyong the window, at the hole that was dug before I got here, along with the bagged body beside it. The reddish water from my bloodstained hands mixes with my tears as I remember him.

A few interactions with him was enough to get me sentimental now. I knew not to get attached, yet I ended up doing so anyway. I cleaned underneath my fingernails and scrubbed my palms twice.

It surprised me that it took him until after sex to tell me his name. Kim Taehyung. Unfortunatley, I had already known this. For he is the man that I was assigned to kill.

I wipe my eyes and look over at my partner, who is writing something down.

"Mr. Joon." I say.

"Yes." He looks up.

"You didn't tell me that you and Taehyung were brothers." I wipe my hands with a napkin and I walked closer to him. "You wanted me to kill your own brother?"

He sets his pen down and sighs. "You wouldn't understand. It's buisness. He was in the way."

"Buisness? That's your family! You don't just--"

"Enough." He says sternly. He gets up from around his desk and stands in front of me. "It shouldn't matter to you. We kill for a living. You show no mercy to those who are on the list. You give no respect to those who are dead."

"Yes sir."

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eren yeager headcanons

pairing: none

genre: headcanon

What he eats daily

- he makes those green smoothies in the morning, and drinks those for his breakfast. if he’s out with armin or jean, he’ll eat a shit ton of food--like three plates of waffles and eggs or something

- he skips lunch, unless he’s eating with someone. unlike breakfast, he eats small lunches. if he’s ordering food from a restaraunt, it’ll be the smallest meal. he doesn’t want to eat anything too much because at 

- DINNER TIME..he be eating like a fool. like oh my god when i tell you this man shamelessly eats whatever he wants and does not care. he’s a foodie and will eat anything given to him, as long as it isn’t brussel sprouts. he hates brussel sprouts. 

Skincare Routine

- soap and water.

- sometimes soap, water + washcloth. and it works like a charm.

- oh also moisturizer. 

- if he knows he has to look good for something, he’ll maybe do a facemask the night before. sometimes he’ll even steam his face.

- he’s really lazy when it comes to skincare, since ‘your face is still skin and should be washed like how the rest of your body is washed.’ 

- he doesn’t like spending too much money on skincare for himself, since he has so many bars of soap at home.

Favorites

- favorite color is green or brown

- his favorite number is five

- his favorite season is winter

- he loves meat, especially bacon and steak

- his favorite song is come as you are by nirvana

- his favorite scent is cinnamon spice

- weed

- favorite video game is subway surfers (girl idk)

- favorite animal is a panda

- he loves grapes oh my. green grapes though.

- favorite day of the week is saturday

- favorite pair of earrings are the ones that armin, jean, mikasa and hange saved up to buy for his birthday

- favorite clothing brand is levi’s. it isn’t, he just says that to tease levi.

Hobbies

- he likes crocheting. his mom used to teach him when he was younger, and it just stuck with him.

- he loves food, so he’ll cook for himself occasionally. 

- working out, definetly.

- he loves singing, but no one believes him since he does it horribly during kareoke nights.

- he likes writing. he documents events that happen during the day, or just random thoughts. he enjoys reading his old journals especially. 

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you tell me | angelina jolie one-shot (fem reader)

pairing: lawyer x criminal

genre: one shot 

warning: mentions of murder (not descriptive.)

in the end, you were put in jail for a crime that you wouldn’t even think of committing. nothing hurt more than realizing that your friends weren’t trustworthy after all. after years of reliance, sleepovers, all-nighters and confidentiality, it would almost seem unbelievable that they’d get you in trouble just to get you out of their way.

you saw something horrible coming, but you ignored it due to how dependable they appeared to be. you never imagined that it would result to this. why now? why now while you’re finishing your last year of college?

there was a lawyer that you were supposed to be meeting yesterday, but because of an incident, she wasn’t able to show up.

today, you’re sitting in an enclosed room waiting for her. you have know idea how this will go, what you will say to her, or if she’s even trustworthy or not. you begin to think, ‘maybe i should just accept my undeserved fate.’

you look down at the handcuffs on your wrist, paying attention to how the material feels on your skin. you look around at the brick walls that surround you, and your eyes land on a camera in one of the corners of the room. you looked down at the table in front of you, attempting to think about something to get your mind off of the present. 

approaching footsteps and the click of a doorknob causes you to look up and focus on who’s at the door.

the door opens to a police officer and a tall lady in a black button up and slacks walking behind him. she had a folder in one hand, and coffee in the other. you noticed how she never broke eye contact with you as she sat down. she placed the coffee and the folder on the table as the officer shuts and locks the door behind her.

there was something about her that scared you, but not in a bad way--it was almost thrilling. you could tell that she knew what she was doing, but you had no idea how she’d go about it.

“You have a hearing on Wednesday,” she says. her voice was soft, but mature. she looks down to open the folder, and then back up at you. she smiles. “How’re you feeling about that?”

“OK.” you said. your voice was hoarse, but you didn’t care. you just wanted to get this over with.

She keeps the smile on her face, and places her hands on top of the documents. “I should introduce myself. I’m Angelina Jolie.”

you nod.

“So,” She searches the papers until she finds a specific one. “You’ve been charged with first degree murder after killing your best friend’s boyfriend, is that correct?”

“Yes but--”

“I know. I don’t believe any of it.” she says. “From the evidence that I’ve seen, and from what I understand, I think that this was not your doing.”

“How am I supposed to trust you?”

“I am doing everything in my power to defend you.” She says. “Besides, I’m the only one you’ve got around here.”

--

after about thirty minutes of getting you to open up, she asks you about your friends and how long you’ve known them for. she takes note of everything, constantly nodding her head and agreeing with the things that you tell her. 

“You don’t deserve to be in here, you know.” she says, leaning forward. she places her arms on the table and folds them. her eye contact remains on you, and for some reason, you get nervous again. “But I swear to make your time worth while.”

“You swear?” you say, placing your cuffed hands on the table. “Could you get me something to eat? Or maybe take these off?”

She shakes her head. “I’m not able to.”

“Is there anything else that you’re able to do?”

“You’re a smart girl,” With one hand, she reaches over and she toys with the metal around your wrists. You watch her as she runs her pointer finger around it, her eyes soon landing on yours. “You tell me.”

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kim taehyung bf headcanons

pairing: none

genre: headcanon

warning: mentions of sex (no smut though)

How he confessed his feelings

- it was simple..he didn’t make anything weird.

- he’s a blunt man, but also very shy when it comes to you. 

-no, it wasn’t super organized and planned.

- to an extent, maybe

- but all of his planning went down the drain as soon as he picked you up from your apartment.

- he showed up with a single rose and a smile.

- he took you out on a date to an art museum, and the only thing that was going through his mind was ‘how the hell am i going to do this again?.’

- as he walked you home, he made sure that he didn’t zone out or make you uncomfortable

- he tried to forget about the embarrassment that might lie ahead

- you both arrived at the door of your apartment

- “thank you for today,” you said, looking at him. you could tell that he was nervous, for he didn’t keep eye contact for long. 

- he looked as if he wanted to say something, but he shut his mouth.

- “everything okay?” you asked. 

- he nods.

- “yeah.” he looks at you again. “everything's okay.”

- “i’m glad.” you smile, getting ready to go inside. you opened your purse in search of your house keys, “i’m gonna-”

- “i like you.”

- you stopped moving, and you looked up at him. 

- his bottom lip was in between his teeth, and he looked at you too.

- you didn’t know what to say

- you liked him too, but tried to push away the feelings since it seemed like he was interested in someone else.

- hearing him say those words was enough to drive you mad. all of the denial has gone to waste.

- you stand there, foolish.

- he takes your hands and he holds them. “i really like you.” 

  Late nights 

- he’s very touchy

- if he gets home later than usual, he’ll do everything to make it up to you.

- bubble baths on summer nights.

- walks through the city on fall nights.

- stargazing on spring nights.

- and hot chocolate on winter nights.

- he’ll play jazz music from his phone and connect it to his speakers and offer to slow dance

- wine is a must if you two are playing board games

- usually, in the middle of the night, you get urges to get your life together and clean the whole apartment. taehyung is right there to help you.

- while on your laptop, scrolling through online stores, he’d hug you from behind and leave a kiss on your neck.

- he’ll be the first one to fall asleep if you two are watching a movie.

- before bed, he’ll sing to you or talk about his future with you. sometimes you guys would argue, but he’d make sure that you never sleep with an angry heart.

Mornings

-  he’d usually wake up before you and stare at you for a while; admiring all of your features, not making fun of your slightly parted lips.

- morning sex

- if the space where he sleeps is empty, he’s probably working out

- he doesn’t kiss you as soon as you wake up (morning breath).

- he got into skincare because of you. you bought him a jade roller after he used yours once. he uses it almost every morning now.

- he’ll ask how you slept, and what dreams you had.

- you dread most mornings, but seeing taehyung sleeping beside you makes things a little bit better.

- you two would stay in bed and cuddle for hours, sometimes not even saying anything to each other.

Random

- he likes to be the little spoon sometimes, only when he’s not feeling okay. 

- speaking of ‘not feeling okay,’ he won’t tell you what’s wrong right away (if he’s going through something). he’ll ask to cuddle, and then eventually open up.

- he’s really playful--to the point where it can get annoying

- but he does it on purpose

- he doesn’t talk badly about you to his friends, or discuss your sex life at all. 

- he comforts you when you need him, and if he’s out of reach, he’s just a phone call away

- he’s open minded to what you say and believe in. 

- sometimes you would get really deep into a conversation and he’d have to laugh or smile at how your mind works.

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- eren yeager headcanons 

- jeon jungkook bf headcanons   ♡

-  you tell me | angelina jolie one-shot  

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