#mc x vanderwood

[bluejay-writes]

Sae My Name - Chapter 5: A Typical RFA Meeting

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Rating: Mature Chapter 5 Wordcount: 1671 Pairings: MC (Jin) / Vanderwood, other background ships. Notes: This fic is focused around a trans MC, which plays a big role in her story. She is the focus character, though the rest of the RFA and side characters do play a part.

Chapter Specific Notes: Zen is a treasure. Yes, this is coming fast on the heels of Chapter 4 - I decided to make it work on Tumblr, so now y'all are caught up with Ao3. You can also read this on Ao3, updating every Monday.

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Jin looked out across the conference room full of faces of varying familiarity, and then back down at her hands. They were waiting for V, and once he arrived she knew things would become much less calm. Yoosung was staring at her with a worried expression and Zen had tried to flirt when he showed up but was immediately warded off by Vanderwood, who was standing behind her chair with a hand on her shoulder. I know he’s just keeping a hand on me to make sure I don’t run off or anything, but it’s stunningly comforting. He’d probably stop anchoring me if I told him that, though.

Moments later a knock at the door got everyone’s attention which was followed by V stepping through the door and looking around before sighing.

“So, everyone’s here.” He said, once the door had shut. “What’s this about, Jumin?”

Jumin pursed his lips, but then stood and addressed the room.

“Luciel has been kidnapped.” Jumin said, and waited for the immediate uproar to calm again.

“It turns out that the reason he lives in a bunker in the middle of nowhere has less to do with his profession and more to do with the fact that he has been hiding from his biological father for his entire life. In fact, that is the reason for his profession. I have known for some time that he was hiding from someone or something, but the events of the past few days have thrown the situation into stark relief. Jin, may I throw this over to you?”

Jin nodded, but didn’t stand how Jumin had. She didn’t have the strength right now to manage that, too.

“Let’s start with everything I know, all at once. That works, right? Uh, when V and I met at the cafe Seven came with him. And if you’re not looking at me right now wondering how that had to feel, maybe this will help.” Jin pulled her hair up into a messy bun, and slid one contact to the side to reveal her gold eye. To settle her contact again, she winked at Yoosung, who gasped, as if on cue. “I learned that Seven and I are actually, um, twins. Except, we’re triplets. We have another brother. I grew up thinking I was an only child, and they grew up not knowing I exist.”

“Seven has a brother?!” Yoosung said, shocked.

“I never considered fraternal triplets.” V said quietly.

“We’re identical, actually.” Jin said, more quietly than she intended, but the volume shift just got her statement more attention.

“Wait, but you’re a girl.” Zen said, confused. “I thought you had to be the same gender to be identicals.”

Jin sighed. She should have kept her mouth shut. Now Zen is going to think I misled him and get mad at me for kissing him when I’m actually male on the outside, and all of the goodwill I’ve built up with these people is going to shatter like a flimsy soap bubble.

“I was born male.” She said, and felt Vanderwood’s hand tighten on her shoulder. “But the gender fate gave me didn’t suit, so I kicked it to the curb and picked my own.” Behind her, Vanderwood chuckled.

“Well, if I didn’t believe you were related to Seven, I do now.” Zen said. “That’s just the sort of thing he’d do.”

“I don’t think that Seven really sees himself as male anyway.” Yoosung said quietly.

“That is irrelevant right now.” Jumin said, likely trying to keep people from speculating about Seven’s gender identity. “What is relevant is that Luciel is missing, Jin is in danger of the same abduction, and we need to try to locate the third before something untoward happens to them as well. ”

“And before we get too far into whatever else we have to say about all of this, is anyone going to explain the menacing presence hovering behind Jin?” V said quietly. “I can’t see them.”

“Oh!” Jin said suddenly, turning in her chair to face Vanderwood who had a smirk on his face. He just nodded at her so she turned back to V and everyone else. “This is Vanderwood, Seven’s partner. For work. Work partner. Coworker? Handler? Job friend. He’s been helping me stay off the radar since I showed up at the apartment and they found out what’s going on with our father and everything.”

“Wait, Vanderwood like Seven’s maid?” Zen said, confused.

“I’m not a maid. I may clean up after that delinquent, but I am not a maid.” Vanderwood said gruffly. His voice gave Jin chills. “That is what he said of me into your chat though. To keep you from asking more questions.”

“Alright. I think I can be comfortable sharing what I know about the third triplet with everyone here. I just needed to know who that was before I could… talk about this.” V said, and Jin saw everyone around the room stiffen slightly. “I know that this will come as a shock and I want to apologize in advance for keeping secrets and lying to all of you. I thought I could handle this, could fix these problems, by myself. It was a foolish endeavor and I am ashamed of my choices. Rika… is alive.”

Suddenly, everyone was talking except for Jin and Vanderwood. Jin found herself grateful for his steadfast presence with her. She’d have to do something to thank him… once all this was finally over. Jaehee shushed the room so that V could continue.

“13 months ago, Rika… something in her broke. She left the RFA to start a cult; Mint Eye. She considers herself the Savior. Together we had been protecting and raising Seven’s younger twin, Saeran. But when she broke she took him along with her. I know she’d been forcing him to learn how to code and she’s been so horrible to him… I just wanted to get him out of there so that he could live the life he deserved. He should not have gone from one abusive home to another, from alone to alone. I regret… everything.” V looked down at the table, and sighed. “I’ve been absent so much because I’ve been working to infiltrate the cult so that I can do something, anything, to fix the mess I’ve made.”

“But why did you tell us she died?!” Yoosung said, tears streaming down his face. “She’s my cousin, V!”

“Because I knew if you knew she was out there, you’d go to her in a flash, Yoosung. I didn’t want you, any of you, getting caught up in her cult. Saeran was already too much. All the innocent people she lured in… Jin, I think that she lured you to her apartment with the phone to get us to do something. Maybe host another party, I’m not sure. But I’m pretty sure you were targeted for a reason. That’s why I asked you all to try and chill on the messenger since Jin got here. I don’t know what she’s planning, but I can tell you it’s not good.”

Jin nodded, grimacing. “Unfortunately, that makes a sickening amount of sense? Jumin showed me a picture of her, and I’m pretty sure I met Rika at the coffee shop the morning that I found the phone.”

“Was she with anyone??” V asked, moving closer to her so suddenly that she instinctively recoiled.

“Yes? I don’t really remember. I remember that she accidentally knocked some papers off my table and stopped to pick them up and apologize, and she was just so nice about everything. She didn’t stay long, but she left an impression for sure.”

“That’s Rika alright.” Yoosung said, wiping his tears. “How does this help us get Seven back?”

“Well, it should help us find the third sibling and protect them. Past that, they might know where their father might have taken Seven.” V said, taking a step back away from Jin.

Vanderwood muttered something under his breath, and Jin reached up and squeezed his hand. “What is it, Vanderwood?”

“If I had my hacker, I could find my hacker. Seven’s got a tracker under his skin. But I can’t hack the agency system on my own, and if I tell them he’s missing he’s as good as dead.” The utter calm of Vanderwood’s words was somehow more frightening than any impassioned speech would have been.

“Hey, wait.” Zen said. “V, didn’t you say that Rika was forcing the other twin to learn code like Seven did? Maybe he’s how Jin ended up in the chatroom. Maybe he became a hacker just like Seven.”

“That’s a good theory, Zen.” Jaehee said. “We should focus on finding their third sibling, and hope he can help us hack in and find Seven’s location before it’s too late.”

As everyone was leaving, Jin caught Zen’s arm and pulled him aside.

“Zen, I wanted to apologize to you.”

“What? Why?” Zen was confused.

“Well, for misleading you. You took care of me when my father’s goons were looking for me, even let me into your bed, let me kiss you even, all because you thought I was really a woman, and I…”

“What are you saying, Jin? You are a woman.” Zen said, miffed. “And even if you weren’t. Even if you were a dude, or neither, or hell even a cat, I still would have helped you. You don’t owe me anything.” He patted her head. “I have to run to rehearsal, but please, please, don’t worry about it. You’re you, what your official documents say doesn’t mean a damn thing to me.”

Jin watched him leave, stunned.

He’s not mad at me for not telling him I’m biologically male? I was so sure, especially with that kiss, even though it was just to fool whoever was watching…

“Hey, Jin, you coming?” Vanderwood called from the doorway, and Jin shook her head to clear the confusion (but definitely not hide the tears, what tears?), and hustled to catch up.

[ilyvanderwood]

Railing you \(//∇//)\ (MM)

Mystic Messenger Men

Versions -> Genshin Impact | Honkai Star Rail Masterlist | Requests Open! (All have same text w/ diff characters)

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

Them railing and edging you until you become a begging and whimpering mess under them. Their fat cock hitting every place you love every single thrust in they give to you, not letting you cum until they've fully emptied their balls into you, making sure to breed you and to leave your hole a dripping mess full of their cum. If you even let a single drop fall out they make sure to thrust it back into you with their fingers or dick and overstimulate your poor little hole again.

Vanderwood, Zen, Jumin, Saeran

[iamheadcanontrash-deactivated]

Kinktober Masterlist 🍂

🖤🎃 MDNI - 18+ - NSFW - SMUT AHEAD 🎃🖤

I haven’t posted any yet, these are just what I have planned for next month! Save this page, as I will update it with links when the posts are made! 🖤

day 1: face sitting w/ Azriel

day 2: against a wall w/ Hyun Ryu

day 3: hate/angry sex w/ Eris Vanserra

day 4: praise kink w/ Jumin Han

day 5: begging w/ Cassian

day 6: edging/denial w/ Azriel

day 7: thigh riding w/ Rhysand

day 8: breeding w/ Tamlin

day 9: swallowing w/ William T. Spears

day 10: teasing w/ Jihyun Kim

day 11: vanilla w/ Saeran

day 12: eating you out w/ Ronald Knox

day 13: size difference w/ Wolfram Gelzer

day 14: in the kitchen w/ Saeyoung Choi

day 15: first time w/ Lucien Vanserra

day 16: dirty talk w/ Sebastian Michaelis

day 17: dry humping w/ Yoosung Kim

day 18: sex pollen w/ Bardroy

day 19: face sitting w/ Jumin Han

day 20: against a wall w/ Cassian

day 21: praise kink w/ Tarquin

day 22: eating you out w/ Vanderwood

day 23: first time w/ Azriel

day 24: sex pollen w/ Hyun Ryu

day 25: in the kitchen w/ Bardroy

day 26: hate/angry sex w/ Ronald Knox

day 27: size difference w/ Azriel

day 28: vanilla w/ Tarquin

day 29: netflix and chill w/ Yoosung Kim

day 30: car sex w/ Saeyoung Choi

day 31: vacation sex w/ Saeran Choi

[cybtch]

I love him so much 🤎

[jinjinranran]

Vanderwood x Dawn 🤎

Anyone else gets agender/enby vibes from Vandy? Just me?

Idk he just strikes me as a dude that doesn't really care about gender, neither his own nor partner's (as long as they're not annoying like a certain younger redhead hacker lmao)

Other characters: 💛 💜 🧡 💗 ❤️ 💚 💙 🤍 🤎

Dawn's story under the cut:

🤎 Dawn / Saebyeok Han ♡ she/he ♡ 29 yo ♡ bisexual aromantic, bigender

[𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊...]

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[𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛: 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊_𝚗𝚘𝚝_𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍]

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[𝙳 𝙰 𝚆 𝙽 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐...]

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𝚘𝚑? 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎?

𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎.

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚜𝚘 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝. :)

*ahem* lol okay. So, Dawn is part of the agency, and has been there for a little longer than Vanderwood. While she does hacking stuff as well, is mostly sent to work in field. He can kick ass VERY WELL, but only when needed - he doesn't lose his temper easily.

Despite the lack of romantic attraction, Dawn wouldn't mind being in a relationship - if it wasn't a risk due to his job, that is. She IS capable of love after all, just not in a "standard" way.

But honestly, Vandy doesn't strike to me as a guy who is into the traditional, lovey dovey romance either. So they both just vibe.

Their relationship actually started as a sexual one, as a way to reduce stress from a - quite literally - deadly job. Only after a while they both fell for each other in a much deeper way, but, for safety reasons, never made it official.

[anne-chloe]

Agent 666

Mystic Messenger

Seven/707 x F!Agent!Reader

WIP | Summary : Agent 707 made himself infamous in the Intelligence Agency by being the youngest and most successful hacker, being able to complete tasks set to him in half the amount of time expected. However, Seven finds himself in a difficult position when a newcomer joins, posing as his biggest rival yet. Agent 666.

Alternative Title: Rival

“Agent 707.”

Seven tugged off his headphones and swivelled round in his seat, a look of curiosity upon his round face as he engaged his superior face-to-face. He wasn’t so concerned with the fact that his superior was speaking with him, but more so that it was in person rather than through a senior colleague.

“Yes, sir?” Seven asked awkwardly, clearing his throat as it cracked on a few syllables. Having not spoken for a few hours, his throat was feeling somewhat dry and uncomfortable.

However, Seven’s attention then diverted to the young girl standing at his superiors side. She looked to be about his age, with long [hair colour] hair and piercing [eye colour] eyes. The girl seemed distracted as she glanced around the room, which happened to be full of computer monitors and various other agents busy with their assignments. There wasn’t much noise other than the tapping of keys.

“I’d like to introduce you to Agent 666,” the man said coolly, gesturing politely to the young girl at his side. Seven straightened in his chair, confused and curious all at the same time. He stuck out his hand and watched as the girl hesitated in shaking it; she eyed him skeptically before accepting the friendly gesture. “Agent 666 has joined our ranks and will be within the same unit as you. Seeing as you are both of similar age…”

Seven raised a brow in question, urging his superior to continue. But his superior stopped and cleared his throat, then stepping back and patting Agent 666’s shoulder in encouragement. “Agent Vanderwood will be around shortly to hand you off some assignments. In the meantime, allow Agent 707 to keep you company.”

Bewildered with the fact that he was being lumped with a newcomer, Seven continued to stare at Agent 707 with the deepest set of confusion. It wasn’t uncommon for new starters to randomly appear, but it was most unlikely for someone of his age to appear like this.

Agent 666 fiddled awkwardly with the sleeves of her shirt, shifting on the spot and avoiding Seven’s eye. They both remained quiet like this for a while, with nothing but the sound of clicking keys and tapping noises to accompany them. There were a few questions on the end of Seven’s tongue: Why was she here? How old is she? Where did she learn to hack? Is she good at hacking? What was her backstory?

Seven knew a lot of these were personal questions, and everyone at the agency had hidden secrets. Nobody knew one another’s true identities for the sake of keeping themselves safe from a life they ran away from. The work at the Intelligence Agency was extremely dangerous, and nobody wanted their personal life tied in with that. Seven had a lot of secrets too, many that he wanted to forget about but couldn’t.

But he couldn’t help his curiosity.

“Luciel, I see you’ve met our newbie already.” Agent Vanderwood approached from behind, smirking arrogantly. In his hands he held a stack of documents, which Seven knew to be case files based on the coloured wallet placed on top. “Agent six-six-six,” Vanderwood said slowly, coming to a stop in front of the new agent. He extended his arms and the girl took the documents in a very robotic motion. “Did you both get to know each other?”

Seven shook his head slowly. “No…”

Vanderwood chuckled, proceeding to nudge Seven’s shoulder in a playful manner. Seven tensed at the action and tried to play it off, but he was just as awkward as the new girl, if not more so. Considering Seven had been at the agency now for a couple years, he should have settled in better, but in reality he hadn’t. It was a life he struggled to adjust to.

“Never mind. Come along Agent 666,” Vanderwood called, gesturing for the new girl to follow him.

Seven caught Agent 666’s gaze before she walked away, leaving Seven to watch in slight discomfort.

…

“Did you hear?”

“About what?”

“Agent 666—she’s incredible! She brought down that black market in seconds! Our team was struggling with that one for weeks…”

After returning from a quick toilet break, Seven found himself eavesdropping on someone’s conversation. It was a group of middle aged men, all of them experienced agents and talented with hacking. However, their gossiping caused Seven to pause by the water fountain, where he found his eyes widening in surprise at the new girl’s abilities.

The case involving the black market had been something the Intelligence Agency were tasked with bringing down months ago. The case had swapped hands multiple times, with each agent involved explaining that the assignment was too deep rooted to get into. Seven wasn’t given the chance to even look at the document itself, which he found surprising.

“Excuse me.”

Seven flinched as a small voice called out from behind him. Turning around on his heel, Seven felt his heart hammer at the sight of Agent 666 standing there rather awkwardly. Her shoulders were squared and she looked uncomfortably stiff; her eyes were ducked downwards as she spoke, as if she didn’t want to make eye contact with Seven at all.

“Oh, you…” Seven mumbled, feeling himself fluster with nerves. He couldn’t understand why his heart was beating so strangely, nor why his cheeks were burning up like this. Seven cleared his throat, his hand flying up and scratching the back of his neck. “I, uh… I heard about your success in bringing down one of the black market assignments… congratulations.”

Agent 666 peered up shyly. She then quickly looked away as Seven caught her eye. “Um… thank you…”

Silence consumed them both. Seven took this opportunity to properly look at her. She wore a large black hoodie, which was definitely several sizes too big on her, and a pair of worn looking leggings with a small hole in one of the knees. Her hair was long and looked like it hadn’t been brushed, so there were knots and tangles.

It seemed as though that Agent 666 had been brought straight to the agency from wherever she had lived before. The neglect of her was glaring, and it reminded Seven of how him and Saeran used to look to others before he joined the Intelligence Agency—before Jihyun and Rika helped him escape from his home.

Seven blinked slowly at Agent 666. She was still standing in front of him, looking awkward and nervous and rather fidgety. Seven couldn’t understand why she had approached him like this if she wasn’t about to maintain a conversation—because isn’t that what she’s supposed to do if she approached him first?

“Are you… are you getting water?” She finally asked after stuttering so much. Agent 666 pointed at the water fountain behind Seven.

Seven’s mouth dropped slightly in surprise, and then embarrassment consumed him. Agent 666 hadn’t wanted to speak with him at all, she just wanted some water. It was then that Seven spotted the empty bottle on her hand, and suddenly he felt like a complete idiot.

“I… no, I’m not, sorry,” Seven mumbled, stepping out the way. Agent 666 said nothing else as she finally began filling her bottle, and once that was done she made a swift exit without even glancing at him. Seven could only contain the urge to bang his head against the wall.

“She’s really good, you know?”

Seven scowled slightly as Vanderwood appeared from behind, now leaning against the wall and grinning mischievously at him. “You’d better watch out seven-oh-seven, she’s coming for your title.”

Seven stiffened at the very idea. “What?”

Vanderwood, pleased that he caught his attention with such bait, merely hummed. “Nervous?”

Seven straightened his shoulders and puffed out his chest, suddenly feeling protective of his position as the youngest and most talented amongst the agency. This was the beginning of rivalry, whether Agent 666 knew it or not, and Seven wasn’t about to relinquish his title to some mysterious girl.

“No,” Seven declared through gritted teeth. “Not at all.”

[antiochean]

Vanderwood Good Ending spoilers: you go on a road trip across America

I love doing candid drawings that look like a picture someone would take with their phone and not think much of - this is entry 02 from me for the Vanderwood Content Contest I'm having with @mc-and-elise, and for some of my entries I'm gonna try to do a roadtrip photobook type thing :))

Bonus:

[mammonprotectionsquad]

Lemme just yeet this little self-indulgent comfort piece I wrote last night, before I disappear back into the void again xD

Breaking point

Vanderwood x Reader

"You're such a sunshine!"

"You always help others and barely ever seem to be in a bad mood. How do you do that?"

Yes, how did you do it? You were a positive person who liked to help others, no question. But you also had a hard time saying no and the mere thought of potentially leaving someone haning, or worse, disappoint them made you nauseous and anxious. So even on days where you were struggling, you put on this mask of "everything is fine" as to not be a bother for the people around you.

To say it was draining was an understatement. And especially recently you started to feel more and more like you were only a shell of yourself anymore. Your body heavy and even the things you usually enjoyed felt like too much of a chore.

Dragging yourself into your home, you simply dropped your bag next to the door, kicking off your shoes without really caring if they'd end up in the way or not.

"I'm home...", you announced, followed by a heavy, stuttering sigh.

It didn't take long until your boyfriend popped his head into the hallway, eyes narrowing when he took you in. Shoulders slumped, still standing in front of the door looking nearly like a kicked puppy.

Suddenly strong arms wrapped around you and it was enough to make the cracked walls you've kept up all day begin to crumble all at once. Causing tears to stream down your face as you buried it on Vanderwood's chest.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

You simply shook your head and he didn't push it. If there was one person who understood that it wasn't always easy, or helpful, to immediately talk about things, it was him. And you have probably never been more grateful for it than in that moment.

For a while, you didn't know just how long, you two simply remained standing there. You clinging to his shirt, while he rubbed soothing circles into your back, occasionally dropping kisses to the top of your head. Once the stream of tears began to stop, turning more into quiet sniffles, the brunette picked you up like it was nothing. Only setting you down once you had reached the couch, where you promptly got turned into a blanket burrito.

It never ceased to amaze and amuse you how he turned into a mother hen as soon as you were feeling bad in any kind of way. Making sure you'd stay hydrated, grabbing your favorite snacks, just like turning on your comfort movie, before he joined you on the couch. Vanderwood also always let it up to you to decide on whether you wanted to keep some distance or not, never just assuming. And while there were days where you didn't feel like getting touched, it wasn't one of those. So you wiggled close enough to rest your head on his lap and with the way he continously ran his hands through your hair, you slowly but surely felt your body relax. The weight of the past weeks melting away in the comfortable silence shared between you that only got filled by the movie playing on TV. This was probably exactly what you needed; an evening of doing nothing but relaxing with the love of your life. And the fact that you knew he only dropped his tough act around you? It made your heart flutter every time the thought crossed your mind.

At some point you turned around to be able to look up at him, a somewhat sleepy smile on your lips.

"Vandy? Thank you..."

"You feeling a bit better now?"

"Mhm~"

"Then let's get you to bed. You look tired."

Even though you sat up, instead of trying to get out of your blanket cocoon you wrapped your arms around his neck, lips pressed to his cheek.

"Carry me? Please?"

Vanderwood let out a sigh, though at the same time he still picked you up. He tried to pretend as if he was annoyed, but you could see the way the corners of his lips quirked up.

"Don't think this will become a regular thing. It's an exception today."

"Mhm. You also said that the last time. And the time before that, and before that, and-"

He effectively cut you off with a kiss, though you still ended up giggling into it.

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[randomclownsheep]

This is exactly how I view Vander7 and I think I'm right

[mochiimiiki]

| Vanderwood Route |

Summary: The sirens echoed around you, drowning out the now muffled screams of pain, fear and anger. A part of you was unsure if any of the sounds were coming from you as you dragged yourself across the floor, inexplicably burning up. Everything around you was fiery hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Just how did you get yourself into this predicament? 

A/N: Okay! Hi guys, so sorry for not posting but here have the first chapter for this Vanderwood fic, that will have 11 Chapters (maybe a bonus too) in total! Enjoy my crappy fic :)

Spoilers for Another Story etc.

Warnings: innuendos, trigger warnings of blood, death, violence, gunshots scenes, Vandy swears

If any of these make you uncomfortable then feel free to skip said scenes or to ignore this! 

{Day One}

Your eyes narrowed at the phone. It wasn’t overly old, definitely an iphone of sorts but certainly was one of the older bands. You double checked the address that flared up at you. Practically demanding you to open the door. A gut wrenching feeling of uncertainty settled in your stomach as you stared at the apartment before you. So far the only off putting thing about the scenario was the slightly creepy vibes that you got off of the ‘unknown’ guy. Having one last final debate with yourself you typed in the password and stepped inside.

The apartment was as clean as a crisp, it had the appearance of one of those set-up walk in homes that were trying to make a sell on the real estate market. For a moment you feared this might be a set up to some show. “Hello?” You called meekly, sheepishly peaking your head inside. “Uh, I have your phone?” No answer.

Suddenly, the phone in question buzzed incessantly.

You had just entered a new chat, with people (or so you presumed it was people) who were unaware of your presence. That was until the one labelled 707 started spamming the chat with a string of ‘AAAAH’s. 

707: HOWD ZOU GRT HERE!!!!!!!

yoosung ☆: typos lolol

yoosung ☆: seven wht u on- OMG STRANGER DANGER?!

Jumin Han: ?

Jaehee: ? seconded

ZEN: Seven did you let... someone in?

707: NO IDNT

ZEN: typos... again.

You watched the chaos unfold in the chat, utterly bewildered. Just who were these... people? Why did it matter you entered their chatroom, it was just a chatroom? Besides it was clear that this phone had the app on it before, so you were just using their phone surely it wasn’t such a surprise... It was the same name after all, right?

MC: Uh... hi?

yoosung ☆: EEP! It talks!!!!!!!

Jumin Han: How did you gain access to our messenger? Luciel?

707: HOLD ON CHECKING CAMERS!!!!

Cameras? You gasped and spun around to the door, searching for the cameras, surely they weren’t spying on you? That’s when your face dropped. There placed perfectly above the door was a small black camera, hidden in the corner of the hallway, unnoticeable if not pointed out. You gave the camera a sheepish wave and held up the phone before typing in the chat.

MC: Sorry to barge in! I was given the address and code to return this phone I found um... who owns this phone?

707: No way... guys she accessed Rika’s apartment. She’s standing there right now in the hallway. 

yoosung ☆: SHEWHAYT!?

*V has entered the chatroom*

Jumin Han: V? Do you know this girl?

Your mind, to say the least, was fried. You hadn’t intended on causing such a ruckus today. In fact, all you wanted to do today was search for a new apartment while you tried to escape the clutches of your crazed, lunatic of a roommate. However, looking at the situation here made you double back on your decisions and debate on retreating to the psycho you deemed your roommate.

MC: UM... look i really mean no bother I really was trying to return this, the guy on the phone told me to come here... does Rika own the phone can I give it to her?

V: MC... is it? Listen there is a cafe down the street from you, would you mind meeting me there? I’ll be there in about ten minutes.

V: Luciel.

707: ...ye?

V: Call me.

*V has left the chatroom*

You stood there dazed. What... just happened? You didn’t even get a chance to interject. The members each seemed just as dazed as you were, still debating with themselves whilst you had an internal argument on the plan to go see this mysterious guy you just met on the internet or bail this crazy scheme entirely. 

Feeling no less unnerved than you had when you arrived you decided your best bet would be to put up with this crazy half thought out plan. Nothing terrible could truly happen. You were meeting him in a public place after all. After bidding these new members a strange farewell you grabbed your bag that lay halfheartedly against the too painfully white walls and headed out in pursuit of this cafe the mysterious V had mentioned. 

You checked the address that V had forwarded to you, making sure once again that this was the place you had arranged. You sat down apprehensively, jumping in the swivel stool as each person entered. You had no idea what he looked like, and until now just realised you had been in fact guessing he was a he, the little icon from your previous chat provided little leeway for your guesses. Your thoughts disturbed when a quiet voice snapped your spiralling queries.

“Hello, I hope you’re MC?” 

Your eyes lifted from your phone taking in the person before you. Your guesses were right; he was a man, and certainly not just any man… he had the face of a model! You could’ve sworn an inaudible ‘wow’ escaped your lips as you took in his dishevelled turquoise locks that curled perfectly into his face and framed his defined cheekbones. And the way in which his eyes slanted ever so slightly, provided him a look belonging to the wise. Oh and his eyes, he had such gentle, kind eyes. Immediately you felt a tension lift from your shoulders (one you hadn’t realise had settled there), as he took away your worries with a soft hum and warm eyes. 

“May I take a seat?”

“Please.”

V ran through a bunch of things, things that left you sitting there utterly bewildered once more. The day just gradually became more and more confusing.

“I would like something to ask of you, MC?”

“Hm?” You hummed politely glancing up to meet his soft gaze from your steaming coffee. “I hope...” He began, voice akin to his kind eyes. “That you would join the R.F.A.”

At that you choked on your sip, dismissing V’s worried hands as he tried to comfort your coughing fit. You? Join them? You didn’t even know these people! It comforted you even less when he insisted you stay in the apartment. Especially after learning that it belonged to his ex-fiancee. You didn’t know how to process this information, much less relay your reluctance about the whole idea to the head of the organisation, no less. However long you took to answer V sat back with a gentle smile, patience evident through his body language. He really did appear like an angel to you. 

“Um... while I appreciate your offer... sir, I really did just want to return the phone.”

“I completely understand.” He returned, same level of confidence and patience unwavering in his words. “I just feel that because of such... unusual circumstances in which you came to find our little app it may prove to be an issue for you.”

“Issue?” You echoed, confusion written in bold letters across your furrowed brows.

“Only a hunch.” He smiled back, once again his warmth evaporating any worries that may have previously infested your mind. Your fingers itched and your knee bounced anxiously beneath the table. “Alright...” You began slowly, swallowing your coffee as you allowed his words to truly sink in. “May I at least think on it, like have a nights sleep and... uhm tell you tomorrow? Or something?” 

“I wouldn’t ask anything more of you.” He nodded contemplating your request. For a moment you feared that he wouldn’t let you go and would kidnap you to be apart of this charity organisation, as though it were a kind of cult. But you were quickly reminded that this was not in fact a movie or soap opera, or drama thing of any kind and in reality things such as cults and kidnappings didn’t happen to ordinary people such as yourself. 

V pushed the little rickety french chair away from the table, the cafe he had chosen seemed to fit him so well. It was petite and had a frenchesque style, something that seemed very befitting to a man so beautiful. “Reach out to me tomorrow, I’ll tell Luciel to grant you access. And for now I welcome you temporarily to the R.F.A, until you’ve made your decision.”

And with that the two of you departed, shaking hands like old friends do.

You slumped back in the chair allowing your brain to catch up with the speed of events. In just three hours you found yourself with a new phone, an apartment to rest in and a job of sorts.

You debated whether or not pinching yourself would bring you any kind of consolation or just a little bruise. Sipping the rest of your coffee you decided to make your way back to the pristine apartment, which to V’s request you would sleep in until you came to your decision. Maybe it was naive of you to trust his kind smile and warm-hearted words. But suddenly you felt a perk to your walk and thought that maybe life could get more sunny afterall.

- - - Vanderwood - - -

Kicking the gravel from under his foot Vanderwood stalked up the driveway with a scowl etched onto his handsome features. He was furious. How was it his job to be involved with the stupid red headed brat? It wasn’t like he was the lazy one mucking about. But alas, ever since they’d assigned him to the weird red head kid Vanderwood’s life had been utter chaos. More so than the usual.

Vanderwood banged on the door. “Yo Seven, open this damn thing.” Briefly the air went still and time froze. Raising a fist to continue pounding the gate finally clicked and slowly opened. Vanderwood scoffed. “Trust him to only let me in when he thinks I’m gonna wreck his precious creation.”

Seven spun around to face Vanderwood with a wicked grin. “Oh Mary have you come to look little ol’ me?” He blinked, feigning innocence. Vanderwood folded his arms - thoroughly unimpressed.

“No, I’ve come to tase some sense into that thick skull of yours.” Seven mumbles something unintelligible as her turned back to his screens. Vanderwood momentarily cringed. He truly thought that staring at those screens all day might one day give Seven square eyes. “Jesus, would you look at the state of this place?”

“Mary!” Seven gasped. “That is utter blasphemy.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“To think you’d use such language.” Seven tutted, shaking his red locks to and fro as his fingers stilled. Vanderwood scowled, glaring daggers into the backs of his head. “It’s shameful, Mary.”

“Not my name.” Vanderwood’s eyes lazily drawled over his screens, observing with little interest just what Seven was up to. With an audible sigh Vanderwood realised just why the red had been slacking off. “Are you shitting me? The charity shit? Seven - fuck - I told you before, I’m only letting it slide if you actually do your work.”

Seven remained quiet, his body tensed. Vanderwood knew immediately that Seven was guilty. It didn’t take a genius to read body language. Vanderwood toed a packet of filthy crisps away, he felt a headache coming on. Slipping out his cigarette packet he was determined to let off some steam, figuratively and literally.

“Oh no you don’t.” Seven cut in, spinning in his chair to face Vanderwood with a rare scowl. “If you’re going to do that, smoke it outside.”

“It’s cold.” He retorted.

“Don’t care. My house, my rules.” He waved Vanderwood off, making the latter grumble out in protest. Before the two could begin arguing Seven’s computer bleeped.

“Is that the work for your man? Is it done?” Vanderwood stuffed the cigs back into his pocket, determined to sneak one later.

Seven shook his head. “No, I’m running a background test on someone.” He rubbed his neck sheepishly, mouse clicking across the screen.

“MC…” Vanderwood read her full name aloud, eyes scanning over the rest of her features. Age details, family, job, hobbies. At first glance she appeared to be any other girl, simple and ordinary. He frowned. What did she have to do with anything? Unless she worked for a rivalry agency?

“She’s just regular.” Seven tutted, as though reading Vanderwood’s thoughts. “As suspected… but how’d she even manage to get in then?”

“In?”

“The chatroom.”

“Damn it! You’re doing personal shit? Seven-”. The screen flashed and was replaced with a black reflection. The two exchanged glances before suddenly green code sprung up with a message - I’ll Hack It All. Vanderwood stared blankly, before scoffing. “Did you go and get yourself an arch nemesis? Congrats you can be that Dames Bond you rave about.”

“Vanderwood.” Seven cut in, incredibly serious for a change of pace. Vanderwood raised a brow, debating how likely it would be the younger agent might actually kill him if he smoked in his place.

“I need a favour.”

[sapphireicecream]

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[bluejay-writes]

Sae My Name - Chapter 4: Letting the Cat out of the Bag

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Rating: Mature Chapter 4 Wordcount: 2148 Pairings: MC (Jin) / Vanderwood, other background ships. Notes: This fic is focused around a trans MC, which plays a big role in her story. She is the focus character, though the rest of the RFA and side characters do play a part.

Chapter Specific Notes: Yes, I did decide to force Tumblr's formatting to accept my fics so you could all read them without having to leave your comfy hellsite. You can also read this on Ao3, updating every Monday.

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In hindsight, lunch was a terrible choice.

Not the food that they ordered nor the company they kept was at fault, but simply being in public, together, was too much for the universe to bear. About halfway through their meal, Jin saw Seven stiffen with a bite of his steak halfway to his mouth.

“I need to... I won’t be back. Jumin, watch Jin.” He stood and made a beeline for the door, but Jin couldn’t shake the fear she’d seen in his eyes. She knew who he’d seen. There is only one person who could inspire that much fear in a person, and if he was here…he knew she was here. Jin just hoped Seven got away safely. It was a slim chance, but in this case, any chance was better than no chance.

“Jumin.” She looked up at him. “This is going to suck. And I’m sorry for… whatever you hear.”

Jumin’s eyes narrowed just in time for a hand to come down hard on her shoulder.

“Saejin.” A voice she knew all too well rumbled from behind her. “It took you more than a year, but you managed to lure out one of your brothers. I’m proud of you, son.”

She shuddered at his tone, his words like daggers to her heart. She knew she should do something, but she was frozen in fear. The look of betrayal on Jumin’s face at her father’s appearance and his apparent realization as to her past hurt more than Jin was expecting. Jin’s vision blurred with tears as she shook her head. She’d never wanted this. Anything but this. She’d only finally found her family, and now… he’d found Saeyoung.

Only years of experience listening through her pain allowed her to hear what her father said next.

“It seems you’ve taken a liking to my son’s deviance, Director Han. See if you can’t keep him out of trouble while he finds the third one, will you?”

The sound of her father’s footsteps striding away sounded like nails in her coffin. The moment his hand was off her shoulder she lurched to her feet and tried to run in the direction Seven had gone off in. Jumin’s sudden grip on her wrist stopped her.

“You are not going anywhere.” Jumin said coldly.

Jin turned sharply to glare at him, but whatever she’d been intending to say died on her lips at the pain and betrayal she saw in Jumin’s eyes.

“I think you have some explaining to do.” Jaehee said, also standing. “Mr. Han, shall we adjourn to your office?”

“That seems best.”

As they left the restaurant, Jin followed numbly. Had Seven gotten away? And what about his twin— their brother?

Has father been on my tail this whole time? Just pretending to let me be free? Have I really been a pawn? How could I think I was smarter than him? That he wouldn’t recognize me as a woman? Why does it hurt so much that he still uses ‘he’ to refer to me? 

“So, Luciel said that you were siblings.” Jumin said, once they were in his office. “Previously he told me he had a twin brother, but you are not he.”

“He did?” He told anyone about his family? That seems…

“Well, the resemblance is uncanny.” Jaehee said quietly.

“I’m not the twin brother he told you about. We’re two of a set of triplets. I just learned this. I grew up thinking I was an only child until I met him with V at the cafe.” Jin said. She knew she was supposed to keep this all a secret, but Jumin seemed to already know part of the story, and Seven wasn’t answering her texts, which meant that all bets were off. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner who my father was, Mr. Han. You know me as… as his son.”

Jumin had the grace to look confused. “But you are a woman.” He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world to him.

Bless you, Jumin Han. Jin thought, fighting tears again. “I was born male, unfortunately. My father prefers sons over daughters, so he can’t even consider the possibility that I’m actually a woman.” A small shiver ran down her spine as she pushed down the memories that came along any time she thought about her father and her femininity in the same paragraph. “Apparently he’d been trying to get his hands on the other two this entire time, and was using me. I thought.. I thought I’d successfully run away, but I was wrong. He was just letting me think I was free.”

“No.” Jumin said quietly. “You were not wrong.”

“What?” Jin’s eyes snapped to his.

“There have been a few events over this last year where the prime minister lost face because he could not bring you along. If he had any kind of guess where you were, he would not have taken those losses. They were significant, despite his efforts to pass it off as you studying overseas.” Jumin said, and Jaehee nodded.

“He likely said that to unsettle you. To get under your skin. And it worked, Jin.” Jaehee bit her lip, then let out a sigh. “Gods, I’ve been wondering for months who hurt you for you to be so jumpy at class, but I never worked up the guts to ask you outright.”

“I was jumpy?”

“I’m sure most of the students didn’t notice, but I’ve enough trauma of my own to see it in someone else.”

Jin nodded. That made sense. She hadn’t been trained to hide her feelings or anything, she just tended to be a quiet sort so she got away with it. But Jaehee having trauma surprised her.  She just doesn’t seem like the kind of woman to… well, trauma has many causes, I shouldn’t judge.

Just then, Jin’s phone rang, lighting up and vibrating against the tabletop. She looked at it, for a moment thinking that Seven was calling to tell her he was alright. That moment, however, was dashed quickly as her caller ID informed her of the caller. It was Vanderwood. Jin swallowed thickly, and answered.

“This is Jin.”

“Jin, where is Zero Seven?”

“I… he… fuck.” Jin tried to collect her thought so that she could speak articulately to Vanderwood, though she wasn’t feeling particularly articulate at the moment.

“Did something happen, Jin?” Vanderwood said, and she could practically feel his calm aggression over the phone.

“I think he got taken, Vanderwood.” Jin said, very quietly, but she was sure he still heard her.

“Taken?!” Vanderwood paused, and when he started speaking again, his voice was flat and cold. “Where are you?”

“Jumin’s office.”

“Don’t move. I’m on my way.”

Jin looked up at Jumin and Jaehee who’d heard the entirety of the call given how quiet the room was and how loud her phone speaker usually was.

“Who was that?” Jaehee asked, and Jumin’s single raised eyebrow echoed the same question.

“Vanderwood. He’s Seven’s… partner?” Jumin flinched, and she hastily reworded. “Coworker? Handler? Something. I don’t know, he helped me get my stuff from my apartment without me getting caught last night.”

“I heard about some of that from Zen this morning.” Jumin said dryly. Jin wondered if Zen had teased Jumin about getting Jin into his bed, like he’d suggested he would.

“Anyway, He’s on his way here to…” She paused, realizing she had no idea what Vanderwood was going to do once he got there. Interrogate her? Pitch a tantrum like a toddler? Spearhead the Search for Seven? Damn, Seven. Saeyoung. Why did I ever have to meet you? You were surviving just fine without ever knowing I existed. Jin thought, mournfully. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” She could feel the tears running down her face. “If I had just kept my head down and avoided contact with people, he’d be fine.”

“Jin…” Jumin said, sighing. “I need you to understand that this is not entirely your fault. Certainly putting two redheads in the same place caught his notice faster, but Luciel and I have been going out to meals far more often than we should have, given what you have said about your father. If only I had gotten Luciel to tell me why he liked to stay in. If only I were less stubborn.” Jin tipped her head to the side curiously as Jumin continued. “We… are seeing each other. We have been for more than a year.”

Jaehee’s smirk told Jin that she already knew, but for Jin, it was just like someone had checked a box she was expecting.

“Yeah, I can see that. You two go together really well.” Jin said, smiling. “My brother may be more in love with your cat though. He has so many pictures of her.”

Jumin grinned. “Elizabeth the 3rd is the best possible cat. I, too, have a great many photos of her.”

Jaehee sighed, recognizing their conversation going off the rails the moment ‘cat’ was mentioned. “Back to the point,” she said, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

A knock at the door which in fact heralded Vanderwood, and a concerned receptionist who’d followed him the entire way up the building. How had he gotten there so fast?

“Sir! Sir you can’t go in there!”

Jumin waved the receptionist away. “It is fine, Miss Gye. We’re expecting him.”

Jaehee followed the woman out to explain and apologize. Vanderwood didn’t spare Jumin a single glance, he simply walked over to Jin and crouched down in front of her.

“Jin. Tell me everything you know. Who has Zero Seven?”

Jin sighed, and repeated everything she’d told Jumin and Jaehee thus far.  She had a feeling she was going to be sick of explaining before this was all over.  She was already starting to be, and this was only the second time.

“Jin, I know you blame yourself, but without you knowing what your father was likely to do, he could have been missing days before we even figured out he was gone.” Vanderwood said, sitting calmly in the chair next to her.

Jaehee, who had come back in from her word with the receptionist about halfway through the recap, agreed with Vanderwood’s assessment, but had a theory of her own she wanted to talk through.

“Jin, don’t you think it’s a little suspicious that you knew every single member of the RFA before you showed up at Rika’s apartment?”

“Wait, seriously?” Vanderwood said, “There is way too much crazy going on with your ‘charity organization’, Han.”

Jumin scoffed, but said nothing.

In response to Jaehee’s query, Jin nodded. “It’s been weirding me out, actually. One or two of you, sure. I mean I take a lot of classes, so knowing the student among you, okay. Yoosung makes sense. Knowing Jaehee from Judo, okay, sure. Knowing Jumin is just something that happened because of my social standing and upbringing. But living next to Zen? Having V as a guest lecturer? I feel weirdly groomed right now. Hell, I bet I knew Rika.”

Jumin paused at this. “Have you seen a photo of her?”

Jin shook her head. “It seemed like too much to ask given the situation.”

Jumin reached out and turned one of the frames on his desk to face her. The photo was of V, without his sunglasses, and a gorgeous blonde who looked for all the world like… wait… that was the woman who’d been in the coffee shop the morning Jin had found the phone. She felt all of the color drain out of her face.

“Based on that expression, I dare say you knew Rika.” Jumin said, while Jaehee watched her carefully.

“You said she died?” Jin asked, horror coloring her tone. “When?”

“13 months and 12 days ago.” Jumin said quietly. “I am sorry you are finding out this way.”

“Does she have a twin, though?” Jin asked. “That would be crazy, right? More than one surprise set of twins…?”

“She did not have any siblings.” Jumin said. “She was adopted. She is Yoosung’s cousin, however.”

Jin sat in quiet contemplation for a few minutes before looking up again. “Are you sure she’s dead? I would swear on everything that I saw her alive in a coffee shop the same day I was led to her apartment. I… I don’t know her otherwise. Just that day, she was so kind to me, and then that phone was left behind.”

Jumin didn’t react notably, but Jaehee’s eyes narrowed. 

Vanderwood, who had been quiet throughout that last interaction, wordlessly reached out and squeezed her shoulder. It was far more comforting than it had any right to be.

“I think we need to have a talk with V.” Jaehee said, stiffly. “I think the entire RFA needs to meet. Immediately.”

[ilyvanderwood]

The so called 'Star of the Show'

Everyone was excited for the RFA party, mainly since they get to meet you but... where is the 'star of the show' at? Everyone knew you where here but you randomly vanished into dust a few moments in. Little did anyone know, you where being fucked by your boyfriend in a unused room on the top floor.

Warnings : Threesome (FMM), Rough sex, a few mentions of Afab, breeding (?), smut ofc, degradation, pictures/photos taken, implied cumdump. at end

A/N : I don't normally write smut but this was going off in my head so i tried... srry if its bad too LMAO

Smut under cut <3

"AH~ Va-Vanderwood, pl-please slOW-" you get cut off mid sentence 'cause Vanderwood shoved his fingers in your mouth.

"Quiet... You don't want them to hear you now, do you?" He asks lightly compared to his speed while biting your ear. You lightly shake your head no but just enough to let him get the message.

*Knocking* Your eyes widen as you hear a familiar voice. "Y/N ? Are you there?" The voice behind the door asks. Vanderwood takes his fingers out of your mouth but keeps on slamming into you.

"Y-yeah-"you say quickly, before you knew it the door was opened and you saw a very familiar figure standing there shocked. Jumin quickly closes the door enough that a crack is visible

"I-I'm sorry but, Seven wanted me to let you know that your speech is soon" he says before quickly walking away. You turn red, while Vanderwood doesn't seem to care because he wasn't seen.

You both put back on your clothes and run off to the party looking like nothing happened. When you arrived everyone was crowding you other than two tall figures, talking to each other. You obviously didn't think much about it because you had other matters on your plate.

*i dont feel like writing the speech*

After your speech you regroup with Vanderwood and you guys are on your way out when he stops you. Looking in front of you, you see Jumin's car with Driver Kim holding the door open. Vanderwood lightly pushes you towards the car so that you understood what was going on. You enter the car and sit across from Jumin while Vanderwood sits next to you. The entire ride was so silent you swore you could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

Once you got to Jumin's Penthouse, you noticed Vanderwood getting out and signing for you to get out as well. Once you hopped out the car you went up to the room with the two males, one in front and the other in the back. When you reach the room you get pushed in and land on Jumin.

"Seems like your little friend liked what he saw earlier." A voice whispers in your ear. Before you knew it, Vanderwood was ripping apart your panties and tights while Jumin was taking off your dress and bra. Once your completely naked Jumin carry's you to the couch while Vanderwood leaves the room to gather something.

"..fuck" you lightly mummble when you land on the couch. The thought of two men fucking you made you wet. Jumin reaches behind you to grab some lube while the other male came back with a few other items. The two men set you in between each other before grabbing the materials laid out for them.

"What does the little whore want first... the vibrator or dildo?" Jumin whispers in your ear while putting on a gag and a blindfold to cover your view from the two males.

"Why not both? I bet the slut can take it, now can you." Vanderwood responds pulling your back to his chest so there is better access to your hole. Jumin stuffs the dildo and the vibrator into your hole at once while Vanderwood turns up the remote to the max. It makes you jump a bit and arch your back.

The feeling of soft hands around your body makes everything feel so much better. You go to move your hand to your clit when one of the two takes your arm and holds it tight to prevent it from moving. You start to shake a bit when you feel yourself coming up it all stops when the vibrator and dildo gets taken out of your hole and the gag is taken off of you.

"Now.. what does our whore want?" Vanderwood says pinching your nipples making you gasp.

"Fuck me... both of you.." you respond almost immediately out of breath.

"Say it as a good girl would." Jumin says, as he aligns himself to your hole.

"Please fuck m- Ah~!" you get cut off when you feel two dicks slam into you all at once. Its one of the best things you've ever felt. Two cocks slamming into you simultaneously . They slowing become a pattern when one slams into you then the other.

"AaaH~! P-please cum in m-me" you say out of nowhere catching both of the boys off guard but they yet continued. You could feel yourself coming closer and after one last slam, you moaned pretty loudly as you orgasmed all over both of their dicks. They slowly came after and came in your hole at once.

When they pulled out, you where such a mess. Hair everywhere, drooling and their seed leaking out of your hole. Jumin takes a quick few photos before taking off the blindfold. You go to stand up when you get brought back down by Vanderwood.

"Where do you think you're going? We're not done with you yet." He whispers in your ear while nibbling at the lobe. I mean.. at least a few more rounds wont be that bad... right?

wrote this half awake LMAO

Masterlist | Ao3

[juminsmysticmc]

Minor Trio x Mc who gives birth while arguing

Hello! So this was my idea, and after asking you guys if you wanted to read the Version for the Minor Trio, I decided to write it! Hope you enjoy it!

Trigger Warning: Mention of labor pain, fluids, pregnancy, hospital, pains, arguments

Saeran

It was the second day of ignoring Saeran, the future father of the baby you were currently carrying below your heart.

The two of you had a rough time.

There was no sight of Saeyoung, work was hard for him, and your mood swings kept getting harder to handle.

He often wondered if he was even allowed to be happy without finding his brother first.

He wondered if it was okay for him to have a family despite his brother being in the hands of his father, probably.

Saeran wondered about so many things, for example, if having a child was even the right thing if he was going to be a good father.

And you, who was scared that Saeran would leave you because of his thoughts, was only triggered by his insecurities.

And that’s how the argument came up.

Today once again, neither of you was speaking to the other.

Saeran had his day off and was typing something on his laptop while you were watching something on the TV.

The baby was moving around a lot today, your back was sore, and these whole things kept making you angry.

,,Your typing is getting on my nerves,’’ you hissed, making Saeran stop for a second.

,,What do you want me to do? Stay lazily on the couch? Someone needs to work,’’ he answered.

,,Well, not that you working could change anything,’’ you mumbled beneath your breath.

,,I liked you better when Rika was about to drug you,’’ he hissed, biting on his tongue as soon as he said this since it was a lie.

He was scared to death and he knew how long you had to go through the nightmares.

,,I hate you,’’ you mumbled and got up, waddling away from him.

Saeran sighed and was about to get up to check on you when you suddenly called him, alerting him.

You were standing in a pool of fluids, your dress was wet, and your legs were shaking.

,,The baby bag. NOW!’’ you whined.

,,Breathe, Mc, breathe,’’ he calmly tried to instruct you as he helped you to go to the Taxi.

He was smiling again and without notice, all his fears were somehow gone…

Jihyun

,,Mommy, why are you angry?’’ Lucy asked you as you were preparing some waffles for her.

,,Because Daddy,’’ you said Daddy in an angry tone while smashing the waffle on a plate, ,,decided to not wait for Mommy’s instruction and painted your baby sister’s room yellow instead of pastel purple,’’ you told her.

Lucy nodded but really didn’t understand anything.

,,The doctor told you it’s going to be a boy,’’ he said, sighing as he was reading a book about labor.

,,Well, the doctor did, but he also said that he didn’t believe me when I said that I got pregnant.

And the doctor also didn’t believe me when I told him that I guessed that I have pregnancy diabetes. This baby is a girl. I kept vomiting for five months straight and the shape of my belly is just a girl’s one!’’

The argument started where it ended. Both of you thought you were right and neither of you wanted to apologize to the other one.

At some point, Lucy took her plate with way too many waffles, as you didn’t realize, and a mug filled with chocolate, up to her room while you and Jihyun kept hissing at each other.

,,I mean, yellow is a pretty color for both genders. I have no idea why you keep on wanting pastel purple!’’ he groaned.

He looked at you, who looked a bit paler than usual.

You didn’t say anything.

You just put your hand on your belly and tried to breathe.

,,Mc?’’ Jihyun called, getting worried now.

,,Mc…?’’ he repeated and approached you.

You suddenly grabbed him, making him hold you and before he could fully support you, your legs gave up.

,,Oi, oi, oi, is that how you react?!’’ he asked you. You were now on your knees gasping for air.

,,I - the baby girl - I’m about to give birth,’’ you told him.

Sooner or later, the two of you would find out who was right, either you or Jihyun and whoever it would be, Jihyun knew that nevertheless, you would be the happiest parents.

Vanderwood

The brown-haired man was rolling his eyes as you explained, while crying, why you were so sad that he decided to clean up your room instead of telling you.

He didn’t have a reason, he just wanted to live differently from Saeyoung.

You were a clean and neat person, and he loved you even more because you did the household chores just as well as he did. He was fantastic at doing so, but ever since your pregnancy you were more and more tired, something he totally understood.

But you also kept on losing more hair than you usually would.

That was the only reason why Vanderwood decided to clean up the room.  

But you took it as an act of him being annoyed with you.

Well, right now, you were getting on his nerves.

,,For god’s sake, can you please stop? Lay down, rub your belly and just be happy that I am helping you. Stop it, please,’’ he snapped.

You cried even more and grew angrier.

Both of you were now arguing.

You decided to name some old scenarios and he tried to remember what you were even talking about.

When he was about to turn his head away from you and just go into the kitchen to cool off, you called him one last time.

,,Don’t call me for any reason, don’t call me, I swear,’’ he groaned.

Well, you took him way too seriously.

He came back to you when he heard you gasp and cry out his name.

His heart felt like bursting when he heard your painful scream and your voice filled with fear.

He began to tremble and it was even worse when he saw you laying on the leather couch, your legs spread and grabbing onto a pillow.

,,What the fuck are you doing?!’’ he asked you, running towards you as he tried to understand what was happening.

,,I…I don’t know…I don’t know! Suddenly everything - ahhh! hurts! And after I laid down, I had the urge to do this…!’’

,,Why didn’t you call me?’’ he asked you. He was tearing up as he checked the clock. He guessed you were in labor and kept the time in mind.

,,You told me not to call you,’’ you sobbed.

Vanderwood sighed, gave you a kiss and carried you bridal style towards the bed before calling your midwife.

,,You take everything way too serious, Mc.’’

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28.06.2022 // 22:38 MEST

[thesoleilla]

Flufftober Day 7: Movie Marathon

Fandom: mystic messenger

Ship: Saeyoung x Reader (+Saeran and Vanderwood hanging in there, being third wheels is hard hang in there buddies)

Just a movie marathon with them, what do you want me to say

Now that all of you were safe, freed from horrible working conditions or bomb threats; you wanted to celebrate it. What was a better way than binging all of the barbie movies? Okay, maybe not all of them but the plan was to wake up at 5, watch barbie, eat while watching barbie, watch barbie and do that until you all fell asleep.

Why barbie may you ask? Well, go ask Saeyoung. To this day; nobody knows what went through his brain when he proposed it. Only thing we know is that nobody disagreed for some reason. You were all arguing before that but the second Barbie was mentionned everybody calmed down and settled for that.

Well, no matter how much of a bad decision this was, it was still there and now you all had to suffer the consequences. Except Saeyoung of course who was overjoyed about this, to your relief; at least someone would enjoy this.

The morning was hard. 5 am for barbie movies?! Who got that terrible of an idea?! Your lovely boyfriend of course!

They were all used to losing sleep, considering their background so they were rather normal but you? You looked like you were about to DIE from being tired! Still, you carried on to eating your breakfast, while starting the first movie : Barbie as Rapunzel, the only reason for the choice being Saeyoung's wish to dress as Rapunzel this morning, that he justified by this film.

Saeyoung just kept dramatically repeating the lines, while Saeran yelled at him to shut up and Vanderwood immediately left (first person down).

After a lot of yelling, Saeyoung finally shut up; and resorted to saying his dramatic lines roght on your ear instead, making your tummy all tangly and your whole body hot; which he didn't fail noticing and teasing you about.

Eventually, Saeran got tired of being a third wheel and left.

So now it was officially a couple's movie marathon! Well... a couple's barbie movie marathon... what was more romantic than that?

This continued on for a while, your boyfriend talking how much better than them you were each time a new character appeared on screen.

Eventually, you ended up sitting in his lap and falling asleep; during one of the princess movies, you lost track of which anyways.

Only thing you knew, is that when you woke up you had silly drawings on your face, and that a certain someone wouldn't stop kissing you.

@flufftober

"Oh! Did my princess get bored of watching a classic princess for the whole day? Well, you are indeed a lot more interesting..." He kissed your cheek "good morning dear!"

Thanks for reading! Might have problems keeping up with the rest of flufftober since I'm having some mental health issues and a BIG amount of homework; but I still hope you're enjoying these! By the way, some of my flufftober posts have been doing numbers so.. consider looking at my other stuff or even subscribing maybe? Idk do as you please just saying lol

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