Hiii :3 Can Ya Do A Post About Their S/o Style Being Cute Like Dollette Style Ykyk Add Nsfw And Any Character

I’m BEGGING for a mafiaboss!Yoongi with an enemies to lovers vibe 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

Hell yes!!! Nah, because I feel like even in a relationship with him, he’d still be stubborn but in a cute way ya know?

Warnings: mentions of blood, yoongi being a stubborn man, arguing (him telling you to take care of yourself 👀), mentions of not taking care of self properly (eating, sleeping)

You had been working for Min Yoongi for quite a while now being his secretary in a sense. He had horrible working hours, meaning that you had horrible working hours. You were the one that took care of all his meetings, research on targets and just regular chore things he apparently couldn’t do himself (🙄). Sure, he payed well and was nice to look at, but he was a pain in your ass. Almost every day he would have some sort of obscene job for you to complete by the end of the day, and you were 99.9% sure he hated you. You definitely hated him! Who makes a person work on their birthday?! Min Yoongi does, that’s who! You’d missed countless family gatherings, birthdays and random celebrations, just because he gave you a new job. You definitely hated him.

“Where are my files, ___? I need them by 2pm. Get it done.” Speak of the devil and he shall appear! A new job, files that he should be doing, but is instead giving to you because he’s probably too lazy to do it. You scoffed quietly and took the stack of files to your smaller desk that was located outside of his meeting room.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, jackass…” you whispered under your breath. But almost immediately regretted it when you heard his footsteps stop.

“Excuse me?” He said in a dark and threatening tone.

You froze, turning to look at him. “Of course, sir. I’ll have those done.” Giving a small bow, you tried to grab the files and make an escape.

“No, what did you say? Because I know for a fact that you did not just say that. Tell me right now.” His voice was only getting deeper, walking closer towards you.

Your eyes widened, backing up a little. Yes he was a total asshat, but something inside you turned…you felt oddly attracted to him. Wait…WHAT?! No, no, no! Stop thinking like that! “Forgive me, s-sir, I misspoke. It will not happen again.”

“It better not.” He spat, walking past you. “Have those files done by the time I get back.”

You didn’t have time to respond before he walked away and out of sight. Damn…you fucked up, but maybe it was worth it…

~~~ Hours later, you were still working on the files. It was a bunch of bullshit about this upcoming event that he planned on attending so that he could assassinate some rich guy. What a load of bull. You felt like crap, you hadn’t eaten and barely got sleep the night before. It was an awful habit of yours, working so much that you forgot to take basic care of yourself. You had planned on fixing that, you really had, but after working for Yoongi, that plan seemed to crumple up and get thrown into the sewer. You heard steps, heavy ones, ones that sounded fuzzy. Looking up, you saw Yoongi, covered in someone else’s blood. The sight made you nauseous.

“Are the files complete?” He asked in a cold and distant tone.

“Yes, they are, sir…” you slurred out, resting your head in your hand. Composing yourself, you stood up and grabbed the files, handing them to him. The drowsiness got to you and you stumbled, dropping the files, papers scattered everywhere. He caught you in his strong arms, holding your weight.

“The hell…? What’s wrong? ___? ___?!” That was the last thing you heard before passing out.

~~~ You woke up…some time later, but not where you thought you’d be. You were in some dark room, under a blanket. You sat up, trying to make out anything in the dark room, when the door opened. A warm hand touched your forehead, your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness to see who it is.

“You know, you should be taking care of yourself.” A deep voice spoke, ah shit, Yoongi. “When was the last time you ate? Or slept?”

“Uhm, I ate today. And slept last night.” You spoke in a quiet voice. Trying to look away.

“Be honest.” He spoke sternly.

“A banana…and only about an hour…”

You could hear the disappointment in his singular sigh. He stood up and turned on a lamp, oh…you were in his office. It was pretty nice…has a couch and everything.

“I’ll be back with food.” He began making his way to the door again.

“You really don’t need to-!”

“But I will. Because I care about you, kitten. Now take a nap. You need it.” He said softly, walking out of the room, closing the door for you to rest.

Hold on-

…anyone else think Ghost from CoD is hot?

Hello all! I’m so sorry for not posting for Tattooed Hearts in a while, I’ve had an accident with a close friends family and was taking some time to be there for my friend who had a parent admitted to the hospital. Everything is okay now and I’m ready to get back on my feet!

so I had a big question for you all…

feel free to leave any extra other ideas or desires that you have for the fic! This won’t be my last one…😏

…yes please😳

Hi!! Can I please be added to your tag list for Tattooed Heart??? 🙏🏽

Heck yeah :D

Tattooed Hearts | Pre story

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

Edit: I thought it would be fun to do a short story of JK and Y/N hooking up before the main plot of Tattooed Hearts. So it basically just sex…anyways, enjoy!

Tattooed Hearts: Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V • Pt VI • Pt VII • Pt VIII *** You laid on his bed, clothes off, Jungkook standing over you like you were his prey. This wasn’t the first time you’d slept together, it had been a while since you’d first met. He was kind, thoughtful, hot and good in bed. You met him at the tattoo parlour, he was the one that was doing your tattoo, the skeleton hand holding a rose. You both talked, laughed, then he asked you to dinner. Agreeing, he took you to a nice restaurant, wine and dined you and after, topped it off with amazing sex. Now, you’d had sex before, but all of your ex’s had been so self absorbed that they almost never focused on you. When you accidentally let that slip to Jungkook a few days after your first time sleeping together, he was determined to fix the wrong doings of your idiotic ex’s. That’s why you were now lying on his bed, spread out for him. This was the night that Jungkook decided to treat you like a goddess, making you cum over and over again until you knew nothing but his name. He was perfect, he was the one, he was yours. “Okay, baby, gonna need you to keep your legs spread for me. Can you do that?” He asked in a sweet, but husky voice. Getting on his knees, he gently kissed your inner thighs. You nodded, feeling your clit throb when he touched it gently with his fingers. He lightly caressed your pussy, spreading your slick around. You let out small whimpers and whines, never having been this turned on by someone. His lips trailed from your inner thighs to your pussy, taking your clit between his lips and sucking. You moaned, hands gripping the sheets beside you, feeling his hot tongue swirl around your clit. He detached his lips from your clit, licking a stripe from you opening to your clit. Brining your hand up to cover your mouth, it was stopped by Jungkook grabbing your wrist, “No, baby. I wanna hear all your sounds. I wanna hear how good I make you feel. My good girl.” His fingers intertwined with yours, placing your hands on your tummy. He quickly returned to your pussy, sucking on your clit, pushing his tongue into your hole, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. You squeezed his hand tight, thighs going to close but being stopped by him. “Keep your legs spread.” He spoke in a dark and dominant voice, using his free hand to push two fingers into you. By doing that, he made you yelp, feeing his fingers search around in you for that one spot. “Fuck, kookie…!” You moaned loudly, making Jungkook smirk against your pussy, pressing the spot harder as he fingered you deep. “Found it…” He whispered against your cunt, gently scraping his teeth against your clit. That one movement made you grind onto his tongue, moaning loudly, pleading for more. He pulled away, grabbing your waist and pulling you to sit up, making your pussy come in contact with his dick. “Be a good girl and take my dick.” He groaned into your ear, aligning the tip of his dick with your entrance. Guiding you down onto him, he held your waist and made you grind gently on him. The feeling of your clit rubbing up against his pubic bone sent you into a frenzy. Once you were adjusted to his size, he made you bounce up and down on his dick, speeding up gradually making slapping sounds echo through his room. “Plea-…please! I can’t h-hold it…n-need to cum…!” You begged, nails scraping his back. He moaned from feeling you claw at him, holding your thighs, thrusting his hips up into yours. “Fuck, baby, so good…cum for me, cum for me.” He told you, releasing himself inside of you, bringing you to the edge as well. Your hips stuttered as you relaxed in his lap from your orgasm. His big hands slowly caressing your sides to help calm you down, “Thank you…that was really, really good…” you giggled, looking at him. “Oh, baby. Who said I was done yet?” He asked, flipping you onto your back, retreating back down to your already throbbing pussy again.

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”I just slid my dick down your throat…and you thanked me.”

just realized it’s been one full year of having this blog! 🥳

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Tattooed Hearts VI

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V *** “Please, god, leave me alone!” You shouted at Jungkook for what seemed to be for the hundredth time. “No, no! I want you to tell me! What did you mean when you mentioned ‘the other woman?’ What woman are you talking about? And why the hell do you care?” He yelled back, chasing after you down the sidewalk, people were definitely looking and probably judging. “Why can’t you drop it, Jungkook?! I was tired and I rambled, something you’re used to!” Yelling at him the other day when you weren’t thinking straight was definitely the wrong choice. Look at you now! You’re literally running away from him. “Because it’s not every day you hear the girl you slept with yell at you for sleeping with another woman!” You stopped, making him almost run into you. You grabbed him by the arm and pulled him aside, a deathly glare on your face. “Keep your damn voice down. I don’t need the whole of Main Street knowing we slept together, which might I add was a huge mistake!” Jungkook scoffed, leaning in close, “You begged for it, night after night. Not my fault you were drunk on my dick.” He spat back, not knowing how childish both of you were being. You groaned, wanting to strangle him right then and there. “Listen, I was sleep deprived and running off of coffee. I spoke out of line, so just forget it.” You walked off, being stopped when he grabbed your waist, pulling you in close. “Knowing you, you wouldn’t mention something if it wasn’t on your mind. So would you just fucking tell me what ‘other woman’ you’re talking about?” Jungkook kept a tight grip on your waist, not letting you budge. You sighed, feeling defeated you reluctantly told him. “The woman you fuck in the tattoo parlour. The one I walked in on you fucking in the break room. That woman.” He froze, tilting his head a little “Are you serious? God, you’re jealous of Cathy, Y/N? Holy crap, get a grip! And when the hell did you walk in on us?” His grip on you loosened, allowing you to pull away from him. “None of your business. Anyways, now you know, so please leave me the hell alone!” You began walking away again. Leaving Jungkook standing dumbfounded beside some bookstore. You got a mere five feet away before you were being grabbed again, “She’s not my girlfriend.” *** It had been three days since Jungkook told you that. But why had he told you that? Did he feel obligated to do so? Did he pity you? So many questions that would never be answered. Your phone rang, an unknown number appearing on the screen. You: Hello? Unkwn : Hey, I didn’t think you’d pick up. You: I’m sorry, what? I don’t even know you. Unkwn: Y/N, come on, I’m not that unforgettable. You paused, thinking for a moment…holy fucking Christ! You: Jungkook, how the hell do you have my number? JK: I’ve got my ways, I’m magic in other ways too, you know. You: I never thought you were magic before. JK: That’s a lie and you know it, the amount of time I’ve made you cum with my magical fin- You: Okay! Jesus, what do you want? JK: I want to talk, duh. You: Lies. Bye then. JK: No! Wait! Don’t hang up…please… You: Why shouldn’t I? JK: Because I want to talk to you. You: Well I don’t want to talk to you, so goodbye. You hung up the phone, throwing it beside you. What the hell was happening now? Why did he want to talk with you all of a sudden? You looked over to the bouquet that was still sitting on your counter, noticing something you hadn’t before. Signs of purple were poking out from the corners of the bouquet, making you stand up to see them closer. Taking out your phone, you took a picture of it, grabbing your jacket and running out your door. Hopefully Ms Eloise was in shop today. *** ”That would be a betony, darling. It symbolizes surprise…why do you ask?” Ms Eloise asked, handing you your phone back. You took your phone back, swallowing a lump in your throat, “I just noticed it in the bouquet…and it’s odd, the flowers somehow remind me of something…but I can’t figure out what.”

Ms Eloise smiled, grabbing your hand, “It’s okay to think about him, sweetheart. It’s understandable that you would.” She thought you were thinking of Jungkook…no, she knew you were thinking of him. Oh my god, you were thinking of him! After chatting for a while, you walked out of the flower shop, slowly making your way down Main Street, to your favourite bar. You sat down in a small booth, sipping your rum and coke. Dazed, you didn’t notice Jungkook who’d shown up a few minutes earlier. “You know, it’s rude to hang up on people.” He said as he sat across from you in the booth. Looking you up and down, seemingly checking you out. You made eye contact with him, bitterly laughing, “It’s also rude getting someone’s number without them knowing and then calling them randomly.” Your comment made him chuckle, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. Those fingers that had been in you once…stop it! “I wasn’t trying to be rude, I just wanted to say hi.” “You never want to ‘just say hi.’ So what do you want, Jungkook? I’d rather you just spit it out so I don’t have to play guessing games with you. Also so I can preferably drink alone.” “I want you.” The comment made you choke on your sip of rum and coke, coughing into your elbow. You looked at him bewildered, “Excuse me?!” “Come on, Y/N, you heard what I said. I want you.” He said it again! And so nonchalantly as well. “Uh, no.” “Why not?” “Because I said so.” “That’s not an answer, Y/N.”

“Yes it is.” He scoffs, leaning back in the booth, staring at you. His tongue prods at the inside of his cheek, was it just you or did the room just get extremely hot? He leaned forward, lowering his voice so only you could hear him. “Listen, I don’t know what the hell happened between us, all I know is that I can’t get you off of my damn mind. I can’t think or sleep, I can only think of you.” “…you should become a poet.” Why was that the only damn thing you said?! How stupid are you??? “Why should I even let you try to pursue me? You walk around fucking everything and anything that gets your dick wet. I can’t fucking trust you.” “I know, I know you can’t. What can I do to prove that I actually want you? That you’re not just a fuck and leave?” He sounded desperate…sincere almost. You thought for a moment, taking a sip of your drink, placing it down on the table. “If you want me…like genuinely want me, you have to beg for it.” He looked at you, dead in the eyes, nothing about him seemed in a joking manner. “I’ll beg as much as you want me to, baby. As long as I get you in return.” Taglist: @talyaaas-blog @cassies-cookies

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