Im Running Out Of Ideas For Moodboards Someone,, Anyone Help A B*tch Out.

I’m running out of ideas for moodboards someone,, anyone help a b*tch out.

𝓥𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖐𝖔𝖔𝖐

“Jungkoo—” suddenly y/n’s body was against the wall, he kissed with almost knew levels of passion. Soon Jungkook pulls away from y/n’s lips, kissing and sucking on her neck.

“Jungkook just fucking do it”

Jungkook smirked against y/n’s skin, his fangs sunk into her flesh, with blood flowing into his mouth he groans out in pleasure. The feeling more vivid than ecstasy.

Y/n quivers out in pain as he pulls out his canines, licking the irritated area until the pain stops.

He had marked her.

𝕷𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖒 𝕿𝖆𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖓𝖌

“Summoning You was a mistake” y/n lets out a sigh slamming her grimoire. The red haired demon chuckled, he dragged his finger tips against y/n’s lips.

“Well darling I’m the best mistake you’ve ever made”

𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℕ𝕒 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟

“Jaemin where are we going” you giggle, Jaemin’s hands cover your eyes as he leeds you to an unknown place.

“Shh It’s a surprise” he says tickling your ear. You inwardly roll your eyes at his cheesiness, only Jaemin would do something adorable like this.

“Okay, open your eyes” he whispers, you open your eyes to a picnic blanket surrounded by fairy lights, and of course McDonald’s and milk tea.

“This is why I love you, did you know?” You smile up at your boyfriend, he laughs and gives you a kiss on your forehead. You sigh hugging him tightly as he continues to give you more kisses.

“Are you sure it isn’t because of my amazing good looks” he smirks, you scoff pushing him off you.

“Yeah right”

“Oh really?” he challenges, you nod with a shit-eating grin on your face. You decide to sit on the floor looking up at Jaemin, his smile gets wider as you test his patience.

“Alright then have it your way!” He launches himself on top of you tickling your sides until you give in.

It was a perfect date.

Close to you

(Gangster! Yoongi x Goodgirl! Reader) (Rags to Riches Au) 

Summary: Nobody likes Yoongi, not your older brother or your friends. But with him, you feel more protected than possessed. And though he might be a gangster and more than a little dangerous himself- that makes all the difference. From drug dealer to producer, from rags to riches, you’re Yoongi’s person- his muse- his soulmate.

Tags: good girl x bad boy au, blood, drugs, Yoongi with tattoo’s, references to making good ol’ sweet love, Rags to riches! au, brief mentions of drunk sex, Yoongi is soft and squishy and just loves the reader a lot.

A/n: This is more a story than a fic- with a little bit of an open ending to it- legit when I was editing this it tripled in length. 

W/c: 9.8k

Song rec: Lover by Taylor Swift 

Yoongi plays basketball late at night in the park near your college. You don’t know how you started meeting up really- but you do nearly every day along with a bunch of other people just to let off some steam from your busy college schedules, less than ideal lives, or just plain because you like the game. 

It’s a mish-mash of different people from different backgrounds, misfits and goody two shoes at different skill levels, but everyone is pretty good. 

The games are never serious no one really ever keeps score. The teams change depending on who tells what joke who gives what jibe. Lines are drawn in the minutes before you start, sides taken based off inside jokes. 

One night when a kid named Wonho wears a crop top and calls it ‘fashion’- teams are drawn based off who thinks it’s ridiculous or not. (You and Yoongi are on the same team that night- because of course boys should be allowed to wear crop tops).

And you’re always the last two to leave the shadowy park at night before the lights shut off at midnight and hopping the fence if the security guard has already come around to lock it (he kind of has a vendetta against your group because you always say until the very last moment the court closes and he wants to leave work early). 

And on the nights where other people lean in, when the streets don’t feel so safe and shadowy figures that seem recognizable at a distance linger longer than they should, just after there’s another stabbing or a rumor of a girl getting taken off the street, Yoongi is the first to ask if you want him to walk you home. 

No one messes with him, shop keepers seem to Nodd at him if they feel brave and close their doors the second they see him if they don’t. Your first interactions with him are brief at best and you know just from how he looks that you should be careful. That the others might play at being rugged and dangerous but Yoongi doesn’t have to pretend. You try reserving your impression until you know him better.

But sometimes the tattoos on his arms and on his chest, peaking out over the low collar of his tanktops lead you to make conclusions that you’re not proud of. Yoongi seems pretty abnormal for a typical gangbanger, He doesn’t fit the trigger happy sadistic stereotype that the media paints others of his ilk in. 

When he first asks to walk you home, You blush and let him because Yoongi is cute and nice company, even if he does look a little threatening sometimes. 

You wouldn’t let him walk you home for any other reason then just…needing the safety he provides, not at first, not when your overprotective older brother doesn’t let you date at all. You have a dating ban until you graduate college and as long as you sleep under his Roof. 

He’d even tried to squash your interest in the pick-up basketball games when you first started going- but you needed an outlet, justified it by saying you weren’t apart of any sports teams and needed to exercise. it isn’t safe on the streets so late at night, he says, tries to say you’d be safer just staying at home or at least- only playing on the weekends during the daytime.

But try as you might, every time he says it isn’t safe or brings up a carefully worded story by the news on the infestation of gangs in the city, you can’t help but picture Yoongi’s face. And maybe it isn’t safe for everyone but you know from the way he looks at you guarded but curious or with a hint of mirth over the edge of a ball during a pass, that it’s safe for you. 

You weren’t exactly sheltered here, in your nice apartment on the edge of where town turns from seedy to bougie. You straddle the edge of gentrification Unable to fit in perfectly with either side. You’ve already had to move your apartment twice since you moved in with him after rent hikes and new policies made your past apartments just too expensive. 

The first time your brother catches sight of Yoongi, on the stoop of your apartment building just as your brother gets home from work- perfectly mistimed, he goes apeshit when he realizes that Yoongi’s just dropped you off. Your older brother takes one look at him and says that you shouldn’t date gangsters- that Yoongi will just bring your trouble one day. 

“Jesus Christ- he was just walking me home it’s not like it’s a big deal” and you remind him that you’re not dating- that you’re just friends and Yoongi is just being nice- and that your brother should be glad you have friends that want you to get home safe. 

He tries to keep you from going out the next night and threatens you with few words not to keep seeing him. You’re late to the game because of it sucking off your pink sweatshirt and growling out that you need to work off some steam. “join my team” Yoongi says, making the others pause with a wave of his hands. 

 They reach for water bottles while you get your shoes on, Yoongi tucks the ball under his arm and stands while you finish lacing up your shoes. “you good?” he asks, “yeah just my brother being a dick and making me late.” 

You know he says it’s all for you so that you’ll do well and school and get a good job later in life and have it easy, unlike either or your parents. but sometimes it feels like he just wants to control you needlessly. Yoongi nods and you see something- the mention of older brothers darken his gaze, you wonder why.  “He pitch a fit after he saw me last night?”

 “Oh you know it,” you say with false positivity. “But don’t worry you can still like- walk me home if you want, I liked talking to you yesterday,” you say, Shooting him a smile that makes his cheeks turn a little pink, he clears his throat “if it makes you feel safer of course” He reassures, ever the gentleman, and goes to shoot some free throws while you finish getting settled. 

The blush doesn’t fall really, especially when you meet his eyes over a pass a few seconds into the pell-mell start of the game. And you start to think that Yoongi with  his tattoo’s and his roguish exterior might be the perfect amount of rebellion to get out from underneath your brother’s thumb

Of course, Yoongi ends up being a lot more than that. 

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