-In which a tall and intimidating tattoo artist, wrapped in the inks of tattoos and piercings, a total heartthrob of the town is utterly head over heels and wrapped around the small fingers of the tiny little chaotic cutie who works the night shift on the convenience store he is a regular of. ----- Tattoo artist au. convenience store worker au. Age gap au. (Nothing illegal dw) ©Yoonchrisgull

"You chose Jeon as your donor, and since none of his semen samples took, we've had to inform him, and he assured us that he stands by his policy." "His policy?" "Some donors have them. If three straws are used and none takes, he offers manual insemination." "Manual?" you ask because he can't possibly mean-"What do you mean 'manual?'" "To rule out bad batches and faults during storage, he offers to come here to do it manually if you want. Intercourse." ~~~ sperm donor!jk x f!reader

Dextrocardia. Originally a medical term, but also a way to describe someone who's got their heart in the right place. ∼ "She's been moved to another operation to help out. This pairing is necessary because you'll be undercover as spouses. I know you two can be professional about this." "What?!" It's Jeongguk's upset voice that sounds, and for once, you share his displeased opinion. Spouses.

❝Stop judging me so hard, Mr. Jeon. People have 𝘴𝘦𝘹. Get over it!❞ "I'm not judging you; I'm judging him," his dark voice went traveling down your sweet panties. "He came in two minutes." "So?" Hot embarrassment. That's what is on your face. "I can fuck way better than that." He casually cleaned his firearm before putting it back in the holster. His formal shirt stretched over his muscular pecs, the on-guard position, and his always attentive eyes. Your bodyguard's sex appeal ran miles, and you had never not noticed. He made you feel hot. One wrong move from anyone towards you, and he looked like he would break and skewer limbs. You felt so...𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙. So cared for. So his. "No one cares about how you fuck," you shoot back. He drops his eyes, a swishing glance at your body. Emotions hardly betrayed his face. He assessed me like he could see my body and feel me. Break down the actions of my young body and read them like an open book. "Your nipples tell a different story, babydoll."

❝He's a vile man, Y/N. Manipulation runs in his veins. There's blood on his hands. He can kill kittens, for fuck's sake. Are you still ready to marry him?❞ Be careful. You're making a deal with the devil. ••• > jeon jungkook is not the normal mafia you read in fanfics. he doesn't melt or get soft. not for the faint of heart. > warning: blood, gore, manipulation, dark, mafia, smut, extreme violence, substance abuse, paraphilias, wild kinks, angst, female oc is equally insane and savage, etc.

In hindsight, you should have seen it coming. Had always known your luck-or lack of it, thereof-and the universe's meticulous plan of your downfall made it easy for you to get tangled up in a series of unfortunate events, which presents itself as the neighbor that lives across from you, Jeon Jungkook. | jeon jungkook x female reader | jungkook in tech!au | not safe for work. minors DNI crossposted on tumblr (main platform) and ao3.

|𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆| ❝You're not the only one with something to lose here.❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓟･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ A love too dangerous to want. Secrets build, trust crumbles, and obsession takes the wheel. She thought she could control it, but with every lie, the game changes-and there's no way around. For neither of them. ˣ ˣ ˣ ⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 ⚠️

A bullet robs mafia boss Jeon Jungkook of the last two years of his life, including the memory of his wife. To him, she's a stranger. To her, he's the man she refuses to lose. Now, surrounded by enemies and shadows of a past he can't recall, Jungkook must face the deadliest question of all: can you love someone you don't remember?

"You fucking kissed me in front of everyone!" Jungkook snapped, his eyes flashing with anger. "Yes, and?" she shot back. "The picture of you forcing your kiss upon me is all over the fucking internet! This has been a fucking scandal for fuck's sake!" he yelled, his frustration boiling over. "Me forcing my kiss upon you?" she chuckled humorlessly. "Bro, you were literally ready to shove your tongue down my throat if I didn't back away on time!" she snapped back. "Oh, don't you dare 'bro' me, Ms. Zade! I am your fucking boss!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. "Oh, so you're the boss here?" she asked, chuckling at him. "Yes, I am!" he retorted, his eyes blazing. "Then fucking act like one!" she roared, "Don't go around forcing dances on people, stop crashing into them, and when they kiss you in a moment of challenge, don't act like a freaking faggot!" --- When an ordinary girl, crosses paths with her boss's son and heir to a vast business empire, love ignites. However, her feelings for him spiral into a perilous obsession, driving her to push boundaries and go to extreme lengths just to be a part of his world. She craves only one thing: to be the billionaire's bride, going to extremes to make it her reality. Started: 20 August, 2024 18+. Contains mature themes such as sexual content and very sensitive topics that may trigger some people. Please do not read if that makes you feel uncomfortable. This is a fan-fiction, purpose that all incidents and occasions in this are all imaginary and all are of my imagination. Any resemblance to substantial life events and species, living or dead, are all purely coincidental.

I: ✔️ II: Ongoing "I don't love you. But what's mine, stays mine. End of story." ♧○•○•○•○•○~◇♡◇~○•○•○•○•○♧ Where two friends are everything- everything but lovers. This is a story of friendship that became a battlefield, and of a bond that refused to break. From the hallways of high school to the boardrooms of adulthood, from stolen glances to shattered promises, their journey is a rollercoaster of emotions. But love? Love was never simple. And for them, it was never enough. Welcome to this collision of passion and pain, of trust shattered and hearts turned to stone. It's about the scars that remind us why we shouldn't fall for the same mistake twice. It's about revenge that feels like justice, and love that feels like a prison. This is not a love story. This is a war.