#the disgusting smuts were the hackers words

[sanyu-thewitch05]

I certainly didn’t see this being on my 2023 bingo card.

Edit: Ya’ll this meme above isn’t accurate anymore since other messages from the group came out. I made this meme when the first initial message came out.

The meme down below is more correct as to what’s probably happening with Ao3. Also wanted to say that despite the name of group, the people behind it are probably Russians.

Edit: July 11th, So Ao3 is back! Though the donation link is being attacked now. There’s also a second account on Twitter trying to impersonate Ao3.

[yaoiaddict00]

I have an unhealthy addiction to this boy.

Saeyoung x Reader (fem)

Smut: Female masturbation, oral sex, vag penetration, insecure reader (Saeyoung is a little forceful at first but it all comes together in the end as to why he did what he did. Please don’t send hate, I do not promote pricing someone into an uncomfortable situation but Saeyoung was doing it so he could comfort the reader and help them in many ways)

This took a different turn from what I intended, it is sort of yandere/stalker-ish which I have never written about and don’t really read much about ssssoooooo….. Yeah. Warning again I guess.

Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes

His warm, soft tongue circled your clit and his fingers twisted your nipple. Your skin felt hot, so, so hot. Your chest was heaving up and down trying to fill with air. You were so close. Your voice mixing in with the lewd sounds from your pussy. Almost there. You were grateful Saeyoung had sound proofed every room in his house for privacy reasons. It's coming. “Saeyoung…”

“Y/N?” His voice seeped through the crack in the door. Your mind snapped out of its illusion, your orgasm being ruined as you hand retreated from your nub and yanked the blanket out from under you and wrapped your front.

“I’m changing! One second!” You called, scooting back farther on your bed. The only light in the room coming from the crack in the door and the dimmed lamp on the nightstand. Saeyoung had practically dragged you to his house after the hacker had broken into Rika’s apartment. He couldn’t risk losing you. Obviously, you were the party planner, RFA needed you. That’s what you told yourself anyway. Your heart was pounding, you were almost caught fantasizing about an almost complete stranger and the person who graciously let you in his house. You must be a real pervert to get off thinking about his soft red hair in your hands, his cushioned lips touching your thighs. Your eyes were wide as you waited for the door to close. Your heavy breathing reaching his ears caused him to stay.

“Are you ok Y/N? Did something happen?” He asked, sounding concerned, the door creaking open a little more. Your heart rate picked up and you brought your arms closer to your body. Your legs pushed your self closer to the headboard with their little strength. He can’t come in here! He can’t see you like this! Your hair was knotted, your stretch marks sowing, your unshaved limbs and jelly like tummy. He would be disgusted. Your breathing picked up at the thought of him seeing you like this.

“Everything is fine! Please don’t come in here!” You pleaded, your voice sounding weak and shaky, a voice that would make anyone concerned. You closed your eyes, willing the man on the other side to go away and never see this shameful sight.

“I’m coming in!” He stated while opening the door. Light hit your eyelids and you tucked your head under the blanket trying to stay out of his sight. His footsteps rushed to your side and you felt his presence just outside the thin sheet hiding you. A hand grabbed the blanket and gently pulled the fabric, Your sweaty hands clutched the blanket close to your body and you pulled yourself into a tight ball.

“You have to leave Saeyoung! Please!” You blurted. He can’t see you he can’t see you he can’t see you he can’t see you. The blanket tugged harder as he tried to get to you.

“Y/N what did you do? Did you hurt yourself?” He asked, finally ripping the blanket off of your body. Your hands reached for your head, your knees pulled to your chest and feet covering your shining pussy. His eyes took in your form. He hated the fact that you were scared but he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t stop. Your form was shaking and he could see your shoulders rise and fall with every jagged breath you took. He dropped the blanket in his hand and used it to gently touch your shoulder. You flinched and shot your head up to look at him. The fear and humiliation in his eyes sent a spear through his heart and the tears soaking your beautiful face made him internally hit himself. Nevertheless, you were stunning. Your bright eyes, soft lips, plump curves. You were everything he found beautiful stuffed into one person. Your eyes scanned his but the light prevented you from making out any features on his face.

“Don’t look… Please…” You cried softly, moving away from his hand. His figure stiffened and you could only assume he was shocked by your disgusting state. Fresh tears fell out of your eyes as you thought about your next decision. “I’ll leave by tomorrow. I’ll set up the party but you will never have to see me again. I promise.” You said shakily. Your breath speeding up and mind racing. The man in front of you felt a crack in his heart at your words. ‘Why would you leave? Why would you never see him again?’ So many things ran through his head, but he could only say one thing.

“Why?” You felt your body cringe at the question. Why did you fall for him? Why did you think you had a chance? Why would someone as disgusting and perverted as you even dare think of him in such a lewd way?

“Because you’re perfect! You’re caring, and handsome, and you always take care of everyone else, making sure they are safe even if it means spending hours and hours on end without food or sleep! You are all I’ve ever dreamed of! That’s why I did it!” You shouted all at once, your voice breaking but you didn’t care. It felt somewhat nice getting all these things off your chest. Like it was easier to breathe. After a moment of silence you realized your eyes were closed and you were still naked in front of the man you were fantasizing about just moments before. You slowly opened your eyes and started to look up at Saeyoung. You couldn’t read his face, his thoughts, everything was a mystery. Your chest was now soaked with all the tears flowing from your eyes and falling down your face. “I know you are disgusted, I know that you never will see me that way, that’s why I will leave and you will never have to see m-“ You were cut off by his lips suddenly attacking yours. With his face so close to yours you could finally see the freckles on his face, his long eyelashes that almost hit his glasses. Your brain was empty, your eyes wide and body still. ‘What is happening?’

“Close your eyes.” A husky, low whisper sounded against your lips. Blindly you obeyed the command, two hands gently pushing you down onto the bed and slowly removing your knees from your chest and hands from your head. The bed shifted under his weight as he climbed on top of you. His teeth grabbed at your bottom lip and tugged, your mouth opening slightly. His tongue wasted no time and shot into your mouth. You could feel his hands start to explore your chest, messaging your breasts and teasing your nipples. His warm tongue danced around yours and his breath caressed your face. ‘What is going on? Is this real?’ Saeyoung pulled back causing you to open your eyes.

“Please, never leave me.” He pleaded, eyes tearing up a little. You stared at him, dumbfounded at his request.

“Aren’t you disgusted?” You questioned, the tears on your face now drying and feeling cold in the air. Saeyoung looked at you, a small smile on his face as he held back tears. He removed his hand from your chest and reached for your own, slowly moving it further and further down his body until it touched something hard, something you never expected to touch.

“No. I’m not. I am so happy.” He said quietly, eyes never leaving yours. You felt your face heat up and your clit throb. ‘I made him like that?’ You thought. You slowly grabbed the outline in his jeans, moving your hand up and down slightly. Saeyoung sucked in a breath and your movements and removed his hand from yours. His eyes closed, finally feeling your touch after so long. He opened his and saw you looking at your hand, caressing his crotch, face red and embarrassed. He could feel your thighs close and your body wiggle with impatience. He lowered himself to his elbow, using his free hand to gently grab your chin and lift your face up, lips meeting in a slow kiss. He prayed you couldn’t feel his heart pounding, but also hoped if you could, you would realize just how much you meant to him.

His hand cupped your face and his thumb rubbed your cheek. His breathing was shaky from the kiss and your hand becoming more aggressive. It felt so much better than he could have ever imagined. Slowly his mouth and hand travelled down your face to your neck, to your chest, and landing on your nipples. His tongue circled your nub and his fingers rolled the other. Your hand paused its assault on his dick for a moment, head shooting back and mouth opening, a loud moan escaping your lips. Your hand started to rub his dick again, speeding up from before and applying more pressure. He let out a groan into your chest, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine and goose bumps all over your skin. His lips moved down, his body following, slowly removing his cock from your reach, your hand trailed his torso feeling the abs under his shirt. It was surprising as his diet consisted of chips and soda and he sat at a computer all day. His mouth left sloppy kisses down your stomach, making its way farther and farther down your body until his hands were gently opening your thighs.

You looked down at his face, his eyes were gentle but had a sort of need behind them. He kissed your knee, then your thigh, his hands slowly rubbing your legs to try and convince you to show yourself to him. You caved and opened your thighs, your arms immediately covering your face to hide your embarrassment. A thick smell hit the red heads nose and his entire body shuddered. ‘Finally. She is in my arms.’ His mouth led a trail of kisses, working his way from your knee to your inner thigh, stopping briefly when he met his destination. He stared at your folds, the juices from earlier having dried in the chilled air, a few days worth of hair blanketing your skin, but none of that mattered to him. You were beautiful to him no matter what you looked like or how long you had gone without shaving.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as a warm, wet muscle landed on your clit. Your hands wanting to grab his head, to push him away from the filthy part yet pull him closer to feel more of him. You felt your toes curl at the sensations coming from your sensitive pussy, still aching from your ruined orgasm. The feeling was starting to be too much, your clit was too sensitive, juices poured from your pussy as you finally came undone. Loud moans filled the air, taking over Saeyoung’s thoughts. His tongue continued to work magic on your pussy, carrying you through your high and leaving you a twitching, shaking mess. Your hands weakly pushed him away, snapping him from his thoughts and made him pull back. Your chest was heaving and your head was thrown to the side, you were completely exhausted.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, feeling an ache come from his lower region. He slowly undid his belt and released his cock from its confinements. The tip of his dick was as red as his hair, angry from neglect. He carefully wrapped his hands around it and began stroking, looking at your body completely wrecked from just his tongue. A low moan came from his mouth causing you to look at him. His hand was pumping the most beautiful dick you had ever seen. It was thick and long, the tip leaking some pre cum causing it to shine in the light. Your mouth watered at the sight and you slowly started to sit up, reaching for it.

“No no no. I can’t have you do that” Saeyoung said in a playful yet desperate voice. He ripped off his clothes and pushed you back down on the bed ignoring your whines of protest. “Another time baby. I can’t wait any longer.” He whispered into your ear, spreading your legs further apart to accommodate his hips. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed causing you to yelp at the sudden movement. Your ankles were on his shoulders, his arms holding your legs to his body. He grabbed his dick with one hand and smacked it against your folds. You both groaned at the contact, wanting more than a mere smack. He positioned himself at your entrance before slowly piercing through your hole. Your body squeezed his tip making him almost lose his mind. It was so warm and soft inside you, nothing could ever compare to it.

After ensuring he was not going to come by just putting his tip in, he slowly moved his full length in. Your hands flew to your stomach, feeling full from his dick. You moaned at the sensation, wanting to feel like this forever. Slowly, he pulled out, watching his dick leave your body now shining with juices, it was almost too much for him. The thought made him go crazy and made his hips snap back into you. The movement made your eyes shoot open, head thrown back and mouth wide open shouting lewd moans. Your voice started to bounce as he pistoned in and out of your body, losing himself in the feeling, the sight, and the noises of you. Your mind was going blank, too overcome with pleasure to even think to breath.

“Y/N… Y/N… Y/N!” Saeyoung chanted, sweat running down his form as he desperately thrusted into you. Your head turned towards the door, eyes half closed. You didn’t think you would be able to process anything at the moment, your mind was too hazy. But one thing was for sure, there was a red blinking light in the corner of the room. The same light that was on his security cameras in the living room, hallways, outside of his house. He had known what you were doing prior to this. He had seen everything. He had heard everything.

He knew everything.

[yubiina]

Ur Jake fics aren't even good tbh like he is not nearly submissive and breedable enough. How could u take that away just to fulfill ur sick fantasies. Jakey poo is my little meow meow he's my little useless househusband who tries to make me dinner but turns on both the gas and electric stoves so the whole house blows up in fire but it's ok bc he is thicc as all hell so he will be forgiven. THAT'S the fanfic I wanna read ok angst, hurt/comfort, one shot. Not whatever tf u wrote. U disgust me.

You're right. I haven't been showing Jake's true colors in these fics, Jakey poo is supposed to a submissive and breedable king in complete submission to his s/o and gave up his hacker job bc be too thicc and too good for that so instead he settles for the useless househusband life. I shouldn't have given little Jakey poo any character or made him anything other than ur little meow meow and anything more than a complete bottom gaslight, gatekeep girlboss. Your words were eye opening...

Anyways I'm so excited to announce the new angst and smut Jake fic coming up soon with major hurt and comfort, hope y'all like bad endings and drama so-

[choco-mark]

A Marriage of Inconvenience (2)

overall pairing: mafia!jeno x mafia!oc

overall genre: angst | smut | fluff

warnings: language, mentions of violence + death, y/n wanting to kill jeno, jeno being an asshole, oppression of women, murder/homicide, jeno wanting to kill y/n

summary: when two mafia gangs decide to end their family feud after decades, your mother decides to give your hand away to marriage of their son, lee jeno. he seemed to hate you from the moment he laid his eyes on you, but could the resolution lead to something much more than a bride and groom?

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18 April

It had been a few days since you blew up on Jeno, and thankfully he found you scary enough to stay away from you for a while. Mark had been visiting your room every now and then to send you messages from your fiancee (one of which had been ‘don’t go to the training room tomorrow,’ which gave you an extra reason to stay there longer than usual).

Today was the day of the mission, or at least, that was what Mark had told you this morning after handing you a box of battle clothing. You took one look at the color of the uniform, repelling it immediately before you realized the expense of the actual fabric and how protective it would really be.

Even the thin overcoat armor was bulletproof, as it was marked on the inner side of the jacket. The boots were heeled, making you a bit annoyed as you would’ve rather stuck with your own classic ones, but you couldn’t pass by the chance to step on someone’s very nice face for being an asshole.

As you were slipping on the last of your clothing, Mark came bursting in, nearly causing you to throw the nearest object at him. His eyes were blown wide open, darting around the room until he focused on you. “Is there anyone else in here?”

“No?” You placed down the glass vase back on the bedside table, walking towards him. “It’s just me. Are we leaving soon?”

Gulping, he nodded. “Yeah—we’re just missing a few people. They’re probably in the training room, or still getting ready. Um, you can come with me, though—Jeno wants to talk to you.”

You scowled at the sound of his name, wanting to do literally anything other than listen to the blond guy boss you around like he needed you to convince himself that he had power. You weren’t sure if he would ever get it; there was no way you were going to listen to anything he said, ever.

You walked down with Mark anyway, making sure to pocket your phone alongside you. Jisung had called you earlier, telling you quietly how he missed you and wanted to see you as soon as he could, and you had just chuckled, saying it would happen soon. It had hurt your heart, hearing your younger brother sound so broken over the call, but there was nothing you could give other than the empty promise of ‘maybe.’

Once you had reached the lobby, you noticed there was a line of Lee fighters, that were all (so surprisingly) male. Almost each and every one of them watched as you walked down the steps beside Mark, looking you up and down like you were some kind of specimen. It made you feel unknowingly self-conscious, having so many men stare at you without an ounce of remorse in their blood.

Jeno was in the corner, sitting next to an elderly but sharp looking man, talking intently with him until the man’s eyes fell on you. You wished you could have spat in his face from the way his eyes skimmed your body, a man who looked old enough to be your father. As you came closer, he stood up, giving you a slight bow, which you returned.

“Thank you for joining us, Y/N,” his voice was raspy, looking from Jeno to you, and then to Mark. “We’re glad to have one of the best soldiers in NCT Park for this mission, who is, I’ve heard, you? It’s an honor.”

Jeno gave an incredulous look to his father, looking at you with huge eyes that you thought they’d better burst from his sockets any moment soon. “Would you take a seat next to my son, miss?”

You cocked your head at the sound of formality, nodding slightly before sitting down stiffly beside Jeno, not feeling the man in front you had good intentions at all. Glancing over at your fiancee, you said, “I appreciate the deal you have fixed with my family; that is why I am here.”

The man nodded, looking up at Mark. “Your brothers are already on their way to the hideout, Mark, there’s no reason to go looking for them any longer. Get the cars ready, and make sure the system is set up before we arrive there. Okay, son?”

You had already found out from Mark that he himself was not a fighter, but a hacker instead. It explained why he always had an electronic device in his hands and why he had a notepad on deck every time he came to visit you; he was always ready, and dedicated to the cause. It reminded you of yourself.

He nodded, scurrying out of the room being followed by a few of the men. Jeno’s father leaned over, completely disregarding his son as he spoke to you. “We’re having you join Jeno’s team for this mission, so please effectively cooperate with him. Proper equipment is supplied in the van you’ll be taking alongside with the team, and if you need any assistance with weapons, my son will help you.” Jeno grumbled softly at the mention of himself, leaning back against the sofa.

“We are infiltrating the hideout for today, so we’ll only be providing blades for this mission. There shouldn’t be many people other than guards outside, and it will be an easy in and out mission for the treasure. Understood?”

You nodded. “And what of the mission? Is there anything I’m required to collect?” Jeno’s dad clicked his tongue at the sound of your voice, almost as if he disapproved of you talking. “Excuse me?”

“I understand you are a Park,” he continued, disregarding your question completely as he looked over to Jeno, who was sitting beside you. “And I am aware that your people raise their women as fighters, and I have nothing against it; any family shall wish to raise their children in any way they please. But in the Lee household, we do not condone any of the sort. You may have already realized that women are of a scarcity to the public eye, we like to keep it that way.”

Explains why your guys look at me like they want to eat me. You raised your eyebrow, scoffing internally at where this was going. What year are we in? Or rather, what century?

“Of course, I am sure my son has already informed you of your duties as his future wife, I believe?” The man pursed his lips, focusing steadily on Jeno. “And how to properly address all men with—well-deserved respect, of course?”

There was a flash behind your eyes, telling you that if you killed this man right now, everything coming out of his disgusting mouth would cease, but you had seen it coming anyway. The misogynistic nature of the palace, the way men looked at you like you were some kind of prey that should kept away like gold, it was very obvious.

But you plastered a smile onto your face, stopping Jeno as he began to speak. “Of course, sir. I am a Park after all, as you mentioned, so I believe it will take me some time before I can become accustomed to their new—expectations. My intention here is—well—to serve as you expect.”

Jeno’s father laid out a bright smile, showing that he believed your obedient antics as he stood up with a clap of acceptance. “I expected a bit of retaliation, as you are a Park, but you seem to have understood your position. I am glad, Miss Park, that you are able to fit our high standards.”

High standards my ass. You stood up shortly after, giving a small bow as he left, walking out of the room, presumably back to his office. With a roll of your eyes, you looked back at Jeno, who was standing next to you. “You assholes really are living in the 19th century, aren’t you?”

He ran a hand through his blond hair, glancing over at you in shock of how you had just spoken to his father versus himself. “You—what the fuck? You literally just said you’d listen!”

“Ignorant Lees,” you scolded, letting out a sound of pure disgust, thinking of the way his father had just spoken to you about women as if they were an object. “No wonder we hate you. Oppression of women like this is something you all should die for.”

But I can’t kill him yet. Jeno sighed at the sight of your defient figure, knowing that you weren’t about to give into the Lee ways. “You’re in our house now, might as well just act like a Lee too. Might make your life a lot easier.”

I need to know what they want from me first. I have to find out what their obsession with me is. “Life isn’t simple, Lee, and especially not mine. I will not ‘act’ like a Lee, and I will not hesitate to slice your ears off for being ignorant.”

“Can’t you just,” he rubbed at his temples, wondering how he was even going to control you during the mission, “act like a lady? Like a girl? Be nice and shit, you know?”

With a soft growl, you jabbed sharply at the man’s stomach, making him fall back into the couch with a loud thud, gaining the attention of the other fighters. You gave them all a little smile, waving them away as you turned back to the man you were supposed to call your fiancee. “You’re fucking crazy—”

You slapped both of his thighs, making all of the others look back at you as you straddled his lap, grabbing his neck between your hands. “Lee,” you said in a hushed tone, pressing a finger to his windpipe as he attempted to speak. “You’re young, you’re handsome, and you’re an absolute idiot. Use that brain of yours to think for a bit, just a little. Think of all the time women treated you so good, listened to you like you were their master.”

Jeno’s breath hitched as your grip on his neck tightened, his surprise turning to anger and then...arousal? “They were all on their knees for you, weren’t they? Giving you exactly what you wanted, when you wanted, making you feel like you were so in control. You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Women are not any less than men,” your tone was so soft now, but harsh in his mind as your hands grew hotter and hotter in his skin. “We never were. You are the same age as me, I am not any less important that you are and most certainly not because I am a woman.”

He didn’t know if he was supposed to be finding all of this so very hot, but he couldn’t help but want the grip around his neck to tighten. Jeno watched you with as steady eyes as possible, but you could see him faltering with your movements, letting you know silently that you had won this time.

“Watch your mouth, Lee,” you spat, a little louder as you got off of him, turning away to where Mark reentered the room, calling everyone out. “It could cause you some trouble in the real world.”

“I don’t really get it either,” Mark said, gaining your attention. “I mean—I heard you talking to Jeno. I don’t really get why my father’s always so—stupid about the whole gender thing.”

You were sitting in the back of the van, beside Mark as he attempted to show you his interesting gadgets that he had set up very intricately. It wasn’t that you were necessarily interested in whatever he was showing you, but rather that there was a less likely chance of you wanting to kill him over the other Lees or Jeno.

You nodded slowly, glad that at least one person had a bit of common sense. “I haven’t—seen any women around other than my servant. Where even—are they?” The question was more to yourself than to him, the curiosity of where they were hidden in the palace intriguing you.

“There are women in the house,” he continued, typing into a laptop that was showing some corrupt-looking software. “I—have sisters. They’re in the east wing, though, away from everyone else. They aren’t allowed out of their rooms unless they want to talk with the others, and there’s an old drawing room where they all gather.”

“Men aren’t really allowed in the east wing,” Mark glanced over at you, shining remorse in his eyes. “Not unless they’re married to them. Or if—it’s their mother. I visit my mom sometimes, but I haven’t seen my sisters since—well, a long time.”

“I mean, I used to sneak up there when I was younger to talk to my sisters—and Jeno actually used to come with me, but our father found us one day and—he wasn’t happy. He gave us a long lecture about how men and women weren’t equals and whatnot, it was basically just bullshit.”

“I still go though,” he let out a short cough, avoiding your gaze. “I see my sisters in my mom’s room all the time, but other than that—I really can’t.”

Your eyes widened at his words. They don’t allow siblings to see each other? What kind of—oppression is this? Isn’t it too much? You thought back to your home, where you had grown up alongside your baby brother your entire life, caring for him so deeply.

It hurt to even think about not having a relationship with Jisung; he was probably the only other person that you truly loved other than your mother. “Are you—serious?”

“Yeah,” his voice was smaller, the clash of the keyboard masking the pain as he gulped. “Um, we’re almost there. There’s—blades in the front, and like—other weapons and stuff. I don’t think you’ll need that many, anyway, we aren’t expecting much resistance anyway.”

“I will slice your arm off,” you hissed at one of Jeno’s teammates, scowling as they eyed you as if you were candy, but then widened their eyes at your harshness. “Which one do you want? I take requests everyday, you know.”

Jeno watched the scene from behind, stepping in to grab your arm and pull you away from them, sheathing the knife you had out back into the safety of your boot. You yanked yourself back, cursing at him for having such a tight grip, wanting to punch this man as well.

You looked so—confident, in Jeno’s point of view. Maybe a little too confident from the way you always stood straight and held yourself up as if you were more powerful than any other one of the Lees in the crowd currently, and he wanted to test it. He wanted to test to see if you, a woman, were just as confident as you portrayed yourself to the people.

“Why doesn’t Park go in first?” Jeno suggested out of nowhere, the sound rattling through everyone’s ears as they looked at him. “Unless, anyone else would like to volunteer themselves? You’re free to go.”

Silence rang through the air, making you look back at the men with an eyebrow raised, surprised that no one offered themselves. Mark scurried over to where Jeno was, whispering a short few words into his ear before his brother pushed him away, scowling. “I don’t really care.”

“—Is your friendly chatter over, Lee?” You asked with an amused expression, titling your head sideways at him as he glanced back over to you. “Shouldn’t you take the lead, as well, the leader of your unit? Or would you rather pass it down to a measly little Park?”

The last word was mockery, allowing a small smirk to break from your face as he stepped closer to you. “No, I’d rather test you. As the leader, I think I’d like to see what kind of skills my future wife supposedly has.”

Future wife. The title burned a fire inside your bones, urging you to move a step forward and stab him. Future wife my ass, fucker.

“If you insist,” you continued, turning around to avoid his stance. “I’ll move in first then, if it’s such a game for you Lees. The rest can follow.”

“Don’t order my men around.”

You clenched your teeth, shooting a sharp gaze to the blond man. “The rest can follow.” Disregarding his want to start another argument, you left him behind, moving past from behind the van to where the hideout was, guarded nicely by large guards.

You wished you had been given another weapon, because the knife inside your boot was not going to kill the two of them without adding suspicion to the other. Fuck Lees and their stupidass policies. They’re gonna get themselves killed.

Well lucky for them, they had you. The blade went soaring straight into the back of the first guard, a pierce to the heart as he fell a silent thud, making the other unaware as he was turned around. You made your move them, whipping your head back once before creeping towards the man, pulling the knife out as quietly as you could.

It didn’t seem to be completely quiet, however, since the other guard had whirled back to see you crouched over the now-dead man. He raised his glock, moving to shoot at you and missing as you sent the blade into the flesh of his shin, making him fall down.

Crawling over to the other man, you wrestled the gun out of his hands slipping it into your belt as you slit his throat with a quick motion, making sure to look away as you did so. As much as you had fought and killed all your life, the one thing you could never get over was the sight of a person loosing their life, no matter how horrible their deed was.

You stood up, looking back to where you had been hiding to see no one, your eyes rolling annoyingly. Jeno has most likely ordered the rest of his fighters to the back of the hideout, giving you absolutely no backup. Eithier he had full confidence in you, or he wanted you to die, and you knew it was the latter.

Moving past the gate, you scanned the area with a quick eye, realizing that there were no other guards to be seen. It was weird, even though Mark had told you before that many weren’t going to be there, but it was odd for a hideout to have less than ten guards. Perhaps, there were more in the back?

As you moved closer to the building, you hid on the side, pressing yourself against the wall as you eased closer to the door. Just as you did so, you felt a hand pulling the glock out of your belt, making your heart jump for moment before you put a hand over the gun and swiped with your other hand, hoping to get the person in the neck.

But a tight grip was met with your wrist instead, your eyes focusing on Jeno’s as he smirked in pride. The motion made you growl, twisting your hand out of his and raising your leg up quickly, giving him a hard blow to the abdomen.

“Fucking asshole,” you watched him collapse, groaning slightly as you stepped closer, and then took a step back. “Trying to play with me? Dangerous game, Lee. Stick to your gun play, maybe, I have better physical skills.”

Just as you turned your head, a hand was on your ankle, yanking you down harshly on top of the man. It was a slight miss, the knife skimming the end of his ear as you took account to what he just did. “Physical skills? Bullshit, Park. You’re weak.”

This wasn’t the place to do any of this, but you sat up hastily anyway, wrapping one hand around his throat as you did so. Judging from the way he liked it so much earlier, you expected that he would go limp when you did that, and the assumption was correct. Your knife pulled up from beside him, coming close to his face instead.

“I’m weak? You’re the one trying to kill me when we’re here for other purposes.” You were tempted to nick his gorgeous face, let just a drop of blood trickle down those sharp features. “All you have is strength, Lee. No brain, no logic, not even a bit of skill.”

Climbing off him, you watched as he shook himself back to his senses, the huge eyes being replaced by his rough ones. “Are you admitting to not having strength then, Park? Because I’ll have to agree with you on that.”

“You’re such a child,” you said for the second time, the words hitting him with a roll of his eyes. “No wonder all you Lees are so competitive, it must be a hereditary disease. The need to be the best, what a joke.”

Jeno’s eyes flashed with your mockery towards his family, his eyes moving quickly to a new guard standing behind you, aiming with a glock towards your head. He wasn’t sure if the guard even noticed him, but he definitely thought he didn’t when a bullet went through his head, marking his death immediately.

“You talk to much but do so little,” he looked over at you, grabbing you by the arm and shoving you forward. “You haven’t proved shit to me yet, then, and I don’t care if you think my family is competitive. We fucking are, and we like to win.”

“Start boasting about skill when you’re the highest family of NCT,” he nudged you towards the entrance. “I haven’t even seen the Parks on the chain, and you know why? Because you cannot win.”

The two of you were now inside the building, pressed against the wall as you tried not to screech back. “Not everything is a game, Lee.”

“Wrong,” the both you were now at the end of the hallway, his breath hot in your ear. “The entire world is a game, Park. We’re all just a bunch of players.”

The last syllable of his word ended with a loud clink to the front of the two of you, a grenade being thrown to end of the hallway. It burst almost immediately, and surprisingly, smoke covered the area instead, the disgusting scent filling up your lungs fully.

Jeno gave out a violent cough, covering his mouth as he attempted to see through the dark colors, his eyes straining as smoke filled his vision. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone inside, it was just the drugs that they were here for, stocked high in the hideout which was barely guarded.

But he knew something was wrong, when he reached forward with his hand to feel nothing but the air, your presence completely gone. “Park? PARK?!” Jeno stretched out both his arms, feeling around him as his heart sped up, his skin only meeting the cool brick of the wall.

Fuck, he had messed up. He had one job, and that one job was to make sure you were safe. It was supposed to be easy, a way to mock you through this whole mini mission, and he had promised his father that he would look after you. You, of course, were the prize after all.

Even Mark’s warning with bright in his head from earlier, the ‘she can’t get hurt, or else you know what’ll happen’ that he had ignored with a thought of ‘nothing will happen.’ “Park?! Fuck, Park! Where the fuck are you?!”

His voice was loud, almost an imitation of himself as he heard it echo through the hallway, not a person in sight or feeling distance. “Jeno!”

Jeno whipped his head back at the sound of his name, the sound being all too familiar as he saw a light at the end of the hallway, the door being wide open as he moved closer, his vision covering him from seeing anything. As he got closer, his knees bucked, almost making him fall before the owner of the voice yanked him out, pulling him back outside.

“Did you see who set it off?” Mark pulled his brother up, his eyes scanning the other’s as he coughed out the rest of the smoke. His mind was going haywire right now, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the smoke or from the fact that he had completely lost you— “Jeno!”

He pushed off Mark from his body, making the other man stumbled back as he took a seat against the wall, leaning back as he rubbed at his eyes. “I fucking—”

Jeno closed his eyes again, thinking back only seconds ago to where he had just murmured into your ear, the bomb going off right as he finished. There was no way you had gotten out, he would’ve been able to at least see you make your way back.

Your presence had gone almost as quickly as it was there, like you had vanished in a single moment, as if you had never existed in the first place. He grabbed his hair in his hands, letting out a low snarl. “She was fucking—right there! Right there, Mark! She was right, fucking—in front of me. I w-was talking to her, and the bomb went off and she literally vanished.”

“You lost her?”

If only he had been more aware of what they were actually doing there, and the mission they had to finish quickly, maybe he wouldn’t have taken his time to mock you. But it wasn’t true, he would’ve done anything in his power to prove that you were less than what you seemed, and it was exactly what he tried to do, while loosing you in the process.

The smoke had dissipated after a few minutes, and a few of Jeno’s team came out the door, hands full of suitcases and bags. Even when inquired by him, they swore that it wasn’t them that set off the bomb, and that it must’ve been a trap that the owners of the hideout set up. But it didn’t make sense, when they told him that they searched the whole building and found no one; there was no fucking way that you could’ve gone away that easily.

“Maybe she ran away?” One of the men whispered to the other, making Jeno perk up to them. “That’s all girls can do anyway, fucking run away from problems like the filthy sluts they are. She should’ve stayed inside like a good girl.” The sound of degradation going to your name set something off inside of him, making him step closer to the batch of men as they chuckled heartily.

“Watch your mouth, soldier,” he grabbed the first one by the collar, pulling him up to his face. “I’ll make you bleach your tongue clean if I hear words like that coming out of you again, hear? You’re talking about Park Y/N, one of the highest ranked soldiers of NCT, and I expect some respect would go to her. Hear?”

Jeno shook of the guy, pushing him back as he turned to Mark, who was watching the scene with wide eyes. There was no way he had just defended your name, no fucking way he had just told his men to respect a Park. But that was what he did, and it had to be done; there was no denial that you were a better fighter than any of them there, even though he wouldn’t have admitted that only a few minutes ago.

And there was no way that you had run away, and he knew it. A Park never ran away from a fight, and regardless you, you were beyond any of the other Parks that he had met in the past. You sounded like you were of a higher breed, so much pride in your body that you wouldn’t have fled like a lower clan member. It was just all in the matter of where you had gone, or rather, who had taken you.

“Jeno, we have to go back,” Mark finally spoke up, his eyes trailing his brother’s as he looked up at him. “I know, I know, but we have to. Father will get—suspicious.” But he would get more suspicious when the team came back, the prized woman he was supposed to watch, gone from their hands in an instant.

He was right, the entire world was a game play, just filled with every human as tiny pawns that were unknown to the common world. But you weren’t a tiny pawn to the Lees, especially not to Jeno’s father, you were the queen on the large chess board, protecting yourself and everyone you. Yet he was wrong, wrong about your weakness, but his heart was bursting inside of him as he looked towards the ground.

“Let’s go, then.”

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well, part two!! so jeno’s not a COMPLETE asshole this time, but i think he still fits the POV. this took a while as well, so i hope y’all enjoyed and be rrrready for the next (and maybe final?) part!!

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the main character of the game.

pairing: hacker!min yoongi x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; mafia!au ; death scene ; language ; sex ; sub!yoongi ; dom!reader ; dirty talk genre: smut previous: x word count: 1.2k+

summary: you saved the day, yoongi thought it was only fair that you’d get a reward for that.. even if he felt a lot more rewarded afterwards.

a/n: aaaah, I hope you like it my love ♥

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Namjoon had the suspects line up one after the other. 

Yoongi was to his left, Hoseok to his right, both of the men eyeing the suspects with disgust.

Yoongi had his arms crossed in front of his chest, a frown on his face, while Hoseok casually played with the knife in his hands to intimidate the men.

Namjoon paced up and down, letting all of them suffer in silence for a few more minutes before he finally said: “All four of you are in a position where leaking what you know would ruin me. Us. Yet, I really wanted to believe that you were all loyal to me after everything I've done for each and every one of you.”

“I didn't do anything, Mister Kim, you have to believe me,” the first said, getting down on his knees and bowing as deeply as he could until his face was practically on the ground, “I would never betray you.”

Namjoon's mouth curled into a smile, giving him a sense of security for a moment, then he crouched down in front of the man and grabbed the back of his head by his hair, pulling him up and then leaning in as close as he could without touching him.

“I saved your entire family, Lee.. you better not be the one, or I will kill them as easily as I rescued them.”

But before the man could say anything else, the doors to the warehouse were opened and heels could be heard clicking against the hard floor.

And then all attention was on you.

“Let him go, Namjoon, he's not the one you want,” you came to a halt next to your smirking boyfriend, Yoongi licking his lips as he looked you up and down, “Calm down, we'll do that later,” you whispered.

“You have something for me?” Namjoon got back up, holding out his hand for what you were holding.

“Wasn't hard to find, actually. It's always the man in charge of the numbers,” you looked at Namjoon's accountant and cocked your head to the side, “Should've been more careful, love.”

The man tried to defend himself, tried telling Namjoon that you were wrong and that he had nothing to do with this, but what you had in your hand were countless of messages exchanged between the accountant and people that wanted to see Namjoon dead.

The hackers were people from a rival group, a group that has been after Namjoon's money and weapons for ages.

“I swear I didn't do it, you have to believe me, Namjoon, I would never..-” but Namjoon just turned around and shot the man in the head without blinking or a hint of remorse.

One second he was standing, the next he fell backwards with a hole in his head.

The man to his right started throwing up, the other one fainted, while you just turned your head back to look at Namjoon.

“Anyways, I've installed a new firewall, should keep them out for a while..”

“Remind me again why you're not in charge of our system?” Namjoon looked at Yoongi, “If you had told me she was this good, I would have given her the position, not you.”

“Trust me, I had no idea either, but what can I say?” Yoongi licked his lips again, “She's a woman of many talents.”

And when you two literally started eye-fucking each other, Namjoon just sighed deeply and turned around to the few men that were here with him.

“Somebody get rid of the body and then let's go home before Yoongi and (Y/N) fuck in front of us.”

They all did what Namjoon asked, all but Hoseok who looked after you and Yoongi, whispering: “I'd like to see that, actually.”

The second you were back home was the second that Yoongi turned you around by your waist and crashed his lips against yours.

“I've never been harder in my entire life,” he chuckled against your lips, already opening up your pants.

“I didn't do much, but..-” when he pushed his hands inside your pants and grabbed your ass, you moaned, then grinned, “I won't complain if this is what it gets me.”

Both of you knew that this wouldn't be a long affair. With how eager Yoongi was, you gave him about five minutes before he'd explode and, to be fair, you would probably not even need that long before you came either.

You fully expected him to push you onto the bed, rip off your clothes and then start like there was no tomorrow, but to your surprise, after he had undressed you almost fully and he was already naked himself, he simply sat down at the edge of the bed and looked up at you.

“Ride me.”

You did this often, that wasn't what surprised you. It was how.. submissive he suddenly looked.

Maybe what you did today, how you behaved and the confidence you were exuding.. maybe that made him want to switch roles for once.

But oh, honey, you wouldn't complain.

You took off your bra, then your panties, then you straddled him and sank down on him in one swift motion like it was your throne.

You were so wet that there was no foreplay needed, both of you letting out a moan as if you had both wanted this all day long – which was true.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged on his lower lip with your teeth, grinning when he moaned once again.

“You want me to ride you like this?” you were slow, very slow, but your gaze was intense and he could barely hold it together right there and then.

“Yeah,” he whispered, gulping down hard, “Please..”

You chuckled darkly, kissing his neck and then biting down on it, before licking the spot which only made it more sensitive.

You had never seen Yoongi like this, so ready to be.. taken.

You wanted to try so many things at the same time but knew that there was no time.

Yoongi began to shiver rather soon, his entire body began to tense under you and when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you as close as he could, you knew that you wouldn't be able to experiment like you had wanted to.

But.. there would be a second time.. now you knew what you had to do, after all.

“You want to come inside of me?” you whispered into his ear, your hips now moving faster on top of him.

“Yes, please.”

“Such a good boy,” you pulled on his hair a little and then kissed him deeply, fastening your pace once again, before you whispered, “Come inside of me, Yoongi.”

And like you pressed a button, he did.

He moaned so loudly, then a few softer moans followed as you helped him ride out his orgasm and while you did that, you joined the party and had your own orgasm soon after, your own body beginning to shiver and tense up.

And after both of you were so utterly satisfied, he fell backwards, you following on top of him.

His arms were now only limply around you, his lips pressing soft kisses against your forehead over and over again, showering you with the love and affection he was feeling for you.

“So.. I think I want to become the boss hacker for Namjoon if I'm allowed to be in charge like this more often.”

Yoongi chuckled, “I think Namjoon might even like that. I've never seen him so pleased in his life.”

“I only know so much because of you,” you looked up at him with a smile, “You're a great teacher.. you just don't know it yet.”

“Hm.. I don't know, I think I'd rather want you to be the teacher.”

And when he wiggled his eyebrows you immediately knew what he wanted to try next and.. well.

“I'm down.”

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➳ pairing: yoongi x reader

➳ genre: mafia!au, angst, eventual smut, maybe fluff

➳ word count: 3k

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Chapter 3:

        “And this here,” Taehyung points in the direction of the open space of which Yoongi surveys like a human embodiment of CCTV, “is the main training area, canteen, sparring ground. It’s the heart of the Enterprise.”

You nod, responsively, “why do they train so hard?” You gesticulate towards the men, throwing punch after kick after slap, all with the intention of slaughtering their opponent, “surely, there isn’t much actual fighting in this… business. I’ve never heard of some huge mafia war.”

“You think Yoongi would allow any of our goings on to be monitored by the government, let alone the press?” He scoffs, “the man isn’t the head of this place for nothing. The men have to be in top form 24/7, else the second the opposition find out we’re taking a day off or whatever, they’ll be here like a pack of wolves massacring the whole fucking place, it’d be a ghost town down here once they’re through.”

You swallow, “by the opposition- you don’t mean-“

“Damn straight I mean your ex. Man’s a killer. Doesn’t know a target from his parents’ faces.” There’s a glint of a smile on his lips.

You frown at what Taehyung is insinuating, employing a bitter tone, “don’t make up lies about him.”

“Duckie, there’s all sorts of rumours going around about him as it is. In case you haven’t realised, he’s sort of public enemy number 1 around here.”

You had noticed, actually. You’d noticed the glances people would give you as Taehyung was taking you around pointing out all the different departments to you, clearly aware of your relationship to Jimin. Some of the men would look you over once, then turn away in disgust, else others would smirk suggestively. To say the least, if you weren’t perceived as a sex object, you were someone nobody wanted to be involved with.

You and Taehyung walk through a new tunnel, close to where your room is situated, as he begins telling you about the origins of the Enterprise.

“Yoongi’s parents were the ones to find this place- an abandoned military HQ. It wasn’t as discrete; they built the house up top and battered it a bit so nobody would be tempted to come lurking around. Then, they bought the land above us and henceforth owned everything below it and the Enterprise was born. It’s a shame his folks aren’t here to see it now.”

As you saunter along, you push your mouth to one side, “did they die?”

Taehyung gulps back, glancing about momentarily with a nervous expression, “yeah, yeah they did.”

You don’t ask anymore questions regarding the former directors, after Taehyung’s apprehensive demeanour to which you pin down as it just being a touchy subject. You continue your exploration down the corridor, but as you turn down another darker, less accessible tunnel you notice a door, somewhat ‘pushed aside’ but from the worn metal on the handle you can tell it’s obviously opened frequently. And that smell in the air; like the smell of rubber, of alcohol, of… metal? You can’t really tell, but it’s prominent and lingers around your nose and mouth, threatening to waft up even further and poison your internals.

“What’s through there?” You interrogate, detouring away from Taehyung’s increased pace the opposite direction of the doorway to instead make your way over. A hand on your shoulder, however, prevents you from doing so.

“That’s out of bounds, duckie. Strict orders from above.”

“Then what’s that smell?”

“I can’t smell anything.”

You take a dramatic breath in, inhaling the pungent aroma deeply to make a point, “what do you mean you can’t smell anything,” you cough a little, “it smells like shit down here.”

“You probably just need to get used to it. It’s a long way from home, duckie.” He hits your cheek lightly, “come along.”

Disregarding your insistence that there’s something up with that tunnel, the door, the smell in the air, you trot along behind your tour guide, eagerly watching out for anymore dubious looking areas, though it’s a doomed endeavour; the place is an underground mafia institution after all- the whole thing is out of the ordinary.

“Here, I’ll introduce you to Kook and Joonie.” You recall one of the names, but aren’t entirely sure from where.

Yourself and Taehyung roam into what seems to be a security camera room, filled to the brim with PCs and technological equipment- all seeming far too advanced for any amateur to be dealing with. There’s a man sat in the chair at the very centre, with another leaning over him from behind, hand gripping the back of the leather seat. The two seem entirely consumed with some virtual game, yelling profanity at it and hitting each other when they mess up.

“Fucking hell Joon, have you got eyes? He was clearly in front of you,” he leans forward, smacking the man in front over the head.

“Get out you moron, I ran out of bullets.”

“Then reload you stupid fucker-“

The man in the chair groans before interrupting, “I can’t just reload-“

“Just press that button it’s not-“

“Fuck off already I’m the computer tech not you.”

“Doesn’t make you any less shit at this.”

“You little shit you-“

Taehyung interrupts the two with a cough, to which the man at the back of the chair turns around, revealing a bandage on his free hand and your eyes widen. Fuck, so that’s how you recognise the name. He looks you up and down, raising his eyebrows, then falls into a blank expression when you make eye contact. Taehyung simply smiles at the interaction, suddenly patting a hand over your shoulder.

“Y/N, meet Jungkook,” he announces, “I assure you he is just as sweet as he tastes.”

“Funny,” Jungkook snarls, merely glancing at you one more time before turning back to look at the game, “don’t expect me to get along with her, Tae. She did take- Joon fuck! Let me do it you bellend.” His hand is instantly reaching out to yank the controller from ‘Joon’s’ grip, shoving him from the chair so he’s forced to get up. You can’t help but allow your eyes to drift towards the bandage covering the bite mark, wondering how big a chunk you took out of it.

The man sighs, ambling over to you with a slight limp and a wooden stick in his hand, before Taehyung introduces him, “and this is Namjoon; the finest hacker and tracker you’ll ever meet.”

“Sounds like a porno,” Namjoon comments.

“I’m sure you’d like that,” Tae winks back, “Joonie is also head of drug shipments, and was part of the team that found out about you.”

“So you’re the reason I’m stuck here?” You turn to face the man adopting a deathly appearance to shoot glares his way.

He holds a hand up in surrender, “I can’t ignore my orders. Yoongi allowed me to come in with an injury- an unlikely occurrence in a place like this, so to start rejecting his demands would put me back out on the streets.”

You suddenly feel a little guilty, delineating that he must’ve been in a difficult situation with a clear permanent limp, “how did you hurt it?” You glance at his leg, to which he mimics, tapping it with his stick to create an unexpected clanging sound.

“Not hurt- gone. Amputated after they found a cancerous tumour in the muscle- I could either let it spread to the rest of my body and have to undergo years of chemo only to still die within a few years, or have it removed altogether. And now I’m part android, so naturally I got good with computers, which Yoongi thought was a good enough reason to let me in.”

You mull over the fact that not all the people here may be sick, twisted killers that you perceive them to be; some may not have had a choice, or it could’ve been a way out from a life they didn’t want to carry on living. Yes there are probably some near-psychopaths prowling about but you still become aware of the subtle moments of morality, hidden in the silence and behind the scenes of the vicious attacks.

“Y/N is gonna start training with Jin. We’re just headed over there to go introduce him.” Taehyung reveals, and Namjoon lets out a single laugh, clearly amused.

“Good luck with that. I’m surprised he’s agreed to train a girl.”

“What’s wrong with training a girl?” You interject, with a snappy tone.

“Nothing, nothing,” he insists, “it’s just Jin has a thing about training girls. He doesn’t like it.”

“Well he’s gonna have to like it. She’s starting tomorrow,” Taehyung reassures, wrapping an arm around you. You suddenly feel a lot more nervous to meet this man, fully aware he will be your main point of contact whilst living here as your trainer and for him to dislike that time with you just… well it wouldn’t be ideal.

You say your goodbyes to Namjoon and Jungkook, leaving them to yell incessantly at the computer screen after a minor debate about how those games actually contribute to their work- they just told you guns were guns, virtual or not. And that comment manages to bring up your defences again, with the realisation that even if in a former way of life they may have been innocents, now they’re killers. By their own will or not, if they aren’t actually killing people then they’re helping. It dawns on you this could be your new lifestyle also, but you push those thoughts back so not to succumb to the sinister outlook of your life now.

Traipsing down yet another tunnel, you hear the grunts and huffs of men throwing kicks and punches. The smacks against sandbags echoes against the stone walls and swims through your eardrums, threatening to explode them with every movement you take closer. The smell hits you next; of sweat and gym equipment. Then, as you walk through the main training area, you come face to face with your new mentor.

He grapples against another man, of smaller stature but fast pace, and dodges his hits stealthily before throwing his own, far better timed as they hit him dead on till he’s winded and bent over, wheezing. His hair sticks to his forehead, as he uses the back of his hand to wipe away a layer of perspiration and moves to his water bottle at the side, now making criticisms of the man’s skills.

“You rely on your speed, but you need to improve your strength. And your tactics are poor and predictable- don’t go for the first attack you think of, you’re quick enough to think first and to then make the unexpected move,” he gulps down a mouthful of water, swirling it around his mouth before swallowing it down, “go spar with the boys. You need to practise thinking before you hit.”

As the man jogs off, looking rather disheartened after that assessment, Jin whips a towel around his neck, finally turning to you and Taehyung stood watching. The dark expression on his face as he spots you indicates he has been pre-informed of your arrival, and you take a gulp when he begins to stalk over and Tae nudges you forwards with a smile playing on his lips.

“Jin,” Taehyung bows slightly in respect, which Jin reciprocates, although still not taking his eyes off of you.

“This is Y/N?” He scrutinises your figure intensely, almost making you squirm and recoil from his gaze.

“The one and only.” Tae shoves you closer again, and you snap your head round to glare at him before slowly turning back to face Jin, still looking you over again.

“She looks weak.”

“Well she’s never even set foot in a gym.”

“How do you know that?” You cry turning to Taehyung, suddenly feeling rather targeted.

“Read your file.”

You pout to yourself childishly, “I have been in a gym before.”

“It doesn’t look like it,” Jin finally addresses you face to face, “your arms and legs have no muscle, they’re just fat and bone.”

You wrap your arms over your chest, feeling conscious now he’s observing you so closely, “well I never needed to be strong or fast, or be able to fight.”

“It’s always good to be able to defend yourself.”

“I never needed to.”

“Clearly you did considering you got abducted and brought here?” His retort silences you instantly as you wet your lips, perhaps a little awkwardly with the sudden tense atmosphere. He sighs, looking at Taehyung and then returning to a punching bag hung up to the left, leaving you both stood alone.

“Jin?” Taehyung glances at you, then at him, now busy launching hits at the surface, “what time should Y/N be here tomorrow?”

“She shouldn’t be here tomorrow. She’s an unnecessary distraction from real work with the men.” A fire starts in the pit of your stomach. What a fucking misogynist.

“Yoongi said-“

“I don’t care what he said. This is my department and it won’t be ridiculed by some feeble female incapable of opening a jam jar, let alone fighting a trained assassin.”

You’re about to step forwards and begin rocketing insults at him at full force after slandering your whole gender, but another presence gets there before you. And you’re surprised to find Yoongi looming behind you, having watched the entire scene unfold before him and now stepping forwards, smirking as he comes into your eyesight.

“Jin, how are you this evening?” He asks, casually. Jin falters for a second, pausing from his punches to glance over, before nodding his head curtly and returning his attention to the equipment in front of him.

Yoongi nods, raising his eyebrows slightly, “so what seems to be the problem with training her?”

Jin carries on with his work out, not even glancing over at his boss, “she’s weak. She’s too far behind. She won’t catch up.”

“Well that’s why I’ve entrusted you with the job, over the other trainers. She needs a lot of work.”

The fact that they’re talking about you in third person right in front of your face further ignites the fire burning through your veins, but you refrain from letting your tongue loose on their blatantly rude manners, considering one is a mafia boss and the other a highly skilled combatant.

“She will hold back the other men.” He ceases all movement suddenly, panting as he looks over at you and Yoongi, “it’s not right to hinder the progress of my division for some girl nobody wants here.”

Surprisingly, Yoongi isn’t happy with Jin’s comment whatsoever, deduced from his squinted eyes and furrowed brows capturing the man in a fatal glare, “need I not remind you of what you owe me, Seokjin. She’s stronger than she looks. If you give her a chance, you may find she’s got a better work ethic than some of these so-called ‘men’ you’ve been training up for months.”

Your stomach leaps as Yoongi becomes to threatening, all at your cause. It seems fictitious that such a man could even attempt to defend your honour, but similarly you don’t look too far into it, considering he’s doing nothing that won’t benefit him also. And obviously Jin has some kind of debt to repay, that he ‘owes’ his boss.

Jin pokes his tongue in his cheek before exhaling in frustration, “be here by 4am in workout gear.”

A small hint of smile slips through your lips as he gives in, feeling something similar to victory as he concedes to Yoongi’s demands.

“I’ll work you to the fucking bone so you better get ready.” And with that he returns to his punching bag, arms tensed as he vents his irritation through the form of aggression.

You turn around to see Taehyung has obviously wandered off, and you’re now left with Yoongi, flicking his head to the side to follow him away from Jin’s area. You follow behind him, away from the main training grounds and towards a staircase leading up to his office. Once inside, he turns to you, smirking smugly.

“I believe you might have perhaps a bit of trouble with your new trainer.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “you don’t say.”

He grins back, looking somewhat satisfied, moving over to his desk, “if he does cause you trouble you need to tell someone. I need you trained, not collapsing everywhere.”

“Trying to be some kind of hero now are you?” You suppress a smile, etching its way onto your expression.

“Only for my new favourite.” He takes out a file from his desk, “I’ve got something for you.”

He passes you the envelope of paper, to which you take apprehensively, unsure about its contents. As you open it up, you’re shocked to find a collection of photos of you as a child, your family and your friends. All the photos from your childhood through to the day you broke up with Jimin and came here- all sorts of memories bundled into one folder and gazing up at you nostalgically.

“What is this?” You murmur.

Yoongi sits at his desk, “I figured you may not see them for a while. So photos are the next best thing. God knows it’s how everyone else copes.”

Although the whole concept is pretty morbid and you now know he knows where the people you love are, the gesture seems unusually kind. You do, however, take notice that none of the photos include Jimin- even to the extent of him being visibly cropped out of some. But you don’t mention it.

“Thank you.” It’s the first sincere thanking you’ve done since you’ve been held captive here, after not being able to voice your thanks to the old lady that left you books.

“It’s nothing.” Yoongi dismisses, and you simply roll your eyes in response.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You start uncomfortably making your way to the exit.

He nods, brusquely, “I’ll look forward to it.” He glances up incredibly briefly, with a gratified smirk on his lips before you leave with an increased pace, a knot forming in your throat, restraining you from breathing.

And as you’re walking down the corridor, you reprimand yourself for being so friendly with a murderer. Flirting, even. You come to the decision it’s better to focus your mind on other things- the books the woman leaves and your new start to training as of tomorrow. You take a breath in. Focus.

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“Of Superheroes and Superassholes” (Chapter 1)

A/N: This is my first multi chapter fanfic, so there will be more chpaters of this if you actually like it, I honestly had this idea after seeing “Endgame” and I actually discussed it with @lvngdvns (who created some pretty amazing headcanons about this, so if you want to check them out after this, I am sure she will be grateful, also they are absolutely worth a read… and a re-read, and … I mean Mal’s writing is amazing and her blog brightens my day, so…) and I decided to try to write down something.

Also before you start, here are some thing you need to know: Reader powers are pretty similar to Captain Marvel, meaning she got toxins in her blood which changed her DNA, making it adapt to something new, she doesn’t have the blast thing, but she is stronger, quicker and mo resistent (which comes in handy, according to Duncan and Michael…) meanwhile Michael is the  bratty warlock he was at Hawthorne so he works primarily with magic (and sarcasm).

Duncan is a mix between Iron Man and Neal Caffrey (my writing buddy is pretty proud of me for this…).

So after this long introduction: don’t fear the smut will come in the next part (I just need to write it down…),

As always LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK? (because if I don’t get any feedback I automatically feel like I suck so… (also just hit me up to tell me I suck, I know…).

SUMMARY: Sometimes Destiny deals you horrible cards, and sometimes Destiny deals you two beautiful assholes to work with (+superpowers).

A superhero/secret agent AU comes your way.

Will the three agents manage to work their own problem to save the world (or will they straight up destroy it?).

WORDS: 2,9 K.

WARNING: No sex, or smut (there will be more in the newest chapters, I already am thinking about it), foul language, but also I feel like Duncan and Michael need their own warning.

She had never wanted superpowers, because as the motto said “with great powers comes great responsibility” which meant that no matter how many bad guys you beat up, there would be more from where they came from, so all your weekends plan had to be pushed aside and swept under the carpet, mostly if you worked into a secret agency to save the world.

And meanwhile she took her role very seriously, she had since toxins had changed her DNA, there was somebody who didn’t, and this made her work a thousand times more difficult, not to talk about the way it always put her in some dangers.

And all those reasons of stress had a name: Michael Langdon.

A blonde boy, enough powerful because of some arcane magical powers, not to talk about ripped AF (she looked him only to see clues for any kind of flaws or physical injuries she could use to her advantage meanwhile they fought in training).

To say she hated him was an understatement: he was against everything she believed in; faith, fair-play and avoiding straight up butchering their enemies in order to interrogate them and get some answers answered, and not have to dig up more things, with another few months of annoying research on her shoulder, since Langdon didn’t even touch paperwork.

She had been working on this case for three months, and she had managed to get infiltrated into the group of baddies that had decided to use poisonous toys to kill immigrant children, which was something she found disgusting, and not only had she managed to infiltrate and to meet their boss, but also the boss would tell her where the toys would be shipped.

But as soon as she walked in with Langdon as her body-guard he had started attacking everyone and although they had managed to take down the entire company, they had also managed to kill the boss so now they had no idea where and when the shipment would come.

And so, they were at the beginning again.

-I told you to wait- she screamed as soon as she opened the door to his office -Would it kill you to wait for my plan to work out? -.

-They don’t, (L/N)- he mumbled, simply, leaning on his elegant armchair an original vintage as the rest of the furnishing of his office, meanwhile hers was the most chaotic one but it was much more warmer than Michael, who had nothing personal on his walls, probably to protect himself, but the presumptuous attire of the entire office gave off what an arrogant prick Michael was -… they never work, (L/N), they were doubting you and they were preparing themselves to bring you down-.

-No, it would have worked it out, if you had managed to follow it, it is simple, Michael! – she felt the blood rushing into her veins and her skin glowed, something that happened since the toxins had entered her body and instead of killing her, changed her DNA, giving her new strength and powers.

She had never gone overboard with her powers because of rage, no matter how much Michael infuriated her, it was something she prided herself of, whereas Michael always was uncontrolled and more and more time some intern had to follow a trip to the hospital because of broken bones and other “minor” injuries.

So. it was a bad idea to start now and she immediately calmed down, moving down her hands, flattening them against her thighs and cleaning the sweat off of them.

-… it was my case, you were under my command, Langdon, you need to hear me out- she tried to appear as calm as she could, but this put Michael on an even more apathetic status which prompted her to actually think about kick him in the balls to get a raise out of him.

-I will hear you out when you can finally formulate a plan that will actually work out-.

She was going to punch him, she was going to lose control and punch him and she wouldn’t have regretted it.

-Agents Langdon and (L/N)! – the sudden opening of the door made her snap out of the anger trance she was in, which prompted her to assume a more collected position, again her palms went to her thighs, digging the nails into the soft fabric of the black pants.

Langdon instead, didn’t assume a more sober position, he just raised his back in order to assume a fiercer pose, standing his head tall and high, like a winner.

They both stood at attention, before the general Goode, a tall and proud woman to whom they both knelt to, although Langdon didn’t do it with joy, since he thought that with all his magical power he should be the one in charge of the entire thing, but general Goode was smarter and more experienced than him, so he had to stick to her partnership with her.

-Relax, agents- she had a bitter expression and (Y/N) thought what would come next: a little reprise for the fact that they hadn’t solved nothing on a mission which costed the agency a lot of money and time -… I come bearing good news-.

And… that was not what she had expected.

-…you’ll have a new partner- which wasn’t good news.

She had worked for longer in the agency but  only in her apprenticeship she had worked alone and in her first missions she had always been paired with Michael, since they were the strongest the agency had to offer and this meant that she somehow saw the working with somebody as the freaking worst torture you could ever endure.

And the same was for Michael who straight up snorted.

-… a new partner? – he asked, incredulously and she was halfway through hitting his face -… you found some other stupidly naïve superhuman, because, honestly, we are full-.

She didn’t want to agree with him, but, apart from the insult, she did agree with what he said.

-Sadly no, Mr Langdon, but I have something much better…- and then she moved aside and a tall guy, strangely similar to Michael, but with a much darker color in his hair, which fumbled down in elegant waves down his eyes, hiding them.

She was swiftly taken aback, as she had been when she first saw Michael, but whereas Michael was all boyish charm and well-cured elegance, the new man was the image of what an accomplished man looked like, all tough forms and a rude beauty.

He promised hot nights and sweet sweet love making.

-… Duncan Shepherd will help us with the social aspect of your work, since you both are unable to handle that- Cordelia huffed, clearly annoyed by the fact that they always ended up fighting themselves instead of the enemies.

And she understood Cordelia’s reason, but also… TWO HOT MEN WITH WHAT LOOKED LIKE THE BIGGEST EGO IN THE WORLD. (AND OTHER THINGS… but she was trying to stay professional).

She wouldn’t be ok.

-Cordelia… can we talk about it? – Michael tried that approach, but he was quickly shut down by Cordelia just mouthing a no, before walking out, suggesting to all of them to get to know each other.

She was fucked.

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Duncan knew that agents could be assholes, he had had to deal with them for a very long time since they had somehow discovered something about his illegal way of gaining information through his app, and when Cordelia had told him about the deal that would get him no jail time just in exchange for his assistance at the “R&H Corporation”, he hadn’t realized he would deal with much more asshole-ish agents (more asshole-ish than him, which was straight up impossible).

Because his new partners mixed a bad attitude with a petty tongue and a sharp intellect, and whereas agent (L/N) was one to close in herself and avoid any critical thoughts on her plan, if it was not something she approved, Michael was much worse, being what many people would call “a straight-up brat”.

(L/N) was at least hard-working and he had somehow created a bond with her (she trusted his hacker abilities, alongside the suggestions on how to handle another person), Michael kept on being straight up rude and useless, if the mission didn’t suit his “thoughts”.

This meant that Duncan thought half of time how to kill him, the other half how to get (L/N) to loosen up and there was no time for the mission, although they still had to save the world apparently.

They were in the latest mission: a search for a drug lord, an easy mission, mostly because the man could be loaded with money but his men hadn’t superpowers or the social knowledge of Duncan, who had find them a way to infiltrate in the gang, actually through Michael.

But they needed to do some teamwork, because although they had solved every mission with less dangerous explosions than usual (at least according to a still unsatisfied Cordelia) they still lacked so much precision and attention to the other.

They were in their hotel room, the entire mission would start the following day and Duncan was surprised when he saw (L/N)’s white lingerie being revealed as she shed her shirt and pencil gown, and although he wasn’t complaining, he… was extremely surprised.

-(L/N) are you feeling hot? – he asked, meanwhile he reasoned with himself that he wasn’t blushing because he had an half-naked woman in front of him, but Michael caught what was happening before him and he laughed between his teeth, before he got a glare from the other man.

-Just changing in night clothes- and she reached down to unlock her bra, which prompted Duncan to again have a heart-attack; he was used to freaking women taking their clothes off at his command, what happened to him?

A beautiful and superpowered woman had happened and she looked stunning in white panties and a pretty simple bra.

-Go and change in the bathroom, (Y/N)- mumbled Michael, looking at her clearly distressed and annoyed but Duncan didn’t know if it was because he had to confront her or he was simply jealous -… or Mr Shepherd over here will have an heart attack! -.

He was halfway through seriously chocking that asshole, but then he saw the little blush on (L/N)’s face and the way she immediately ran away in the bathroom, the insecurity written all over her face and her swift movements, and even Michael seemed to understand, although he did nothing to sweeten his words.

But Duncan felt guilty and with the mission so near, he didn’t want (L/N) to feel bad.

He also realized somehow that Michael had called by her first name, an intimate gesture he didn’t understand but it might have meant for them to grow closer.

He moved to the bathroom, the door was close, not locked, but he still knocked, swiftly hearing a “give me one minute” and (Y/N) was back, wearing an oversized band t-shirt, something that he never saw of her, always having worn pencil skirts or elegant black pants and blouses, a little larger than what she needed, as if to hide herself, in neutral colors, the usual office attire but also specifically worn not to stand out, unlike Michael.

-It isn’t like you think- he immediately rambled out, and she strangely laughed a bit at the proverbial words, but then she was twisted again in her previous nostalgic state -… I am used to women being naked with me… but…-

-… I am not that sexy- she replied swiftly, looking at him as if she knew him better than he did, and then moving to the door to close it.

But he didn’t let her.

-… I was embarrassed because you are extremely sexy and my colleague and I don’t want to have dirty thoughts on somebody I have to work with- he knew he had just bubbled up a non-sense discourse and he thought that (Y/N) hadn’t understood anything, but she did and she was looked at him surprised -… I just don’t want anything to be awkward-.

The revelation seemed to shock her, but she didn’t say anything except nodding and try again to close the door, but he just had a last thing to ask.

-You think you are ready for tomorrow? – and this time she let out a full-blown laugh.

-I think I am, if you now let me brush my teeth and then get my beauty sleep! -and then he was pushed away from the door, with only a sweet but audible “goodnight”.

He turned away, smiling happily… maybe tomorrow they would avoid a straight up massacre.

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He wasn’t nervous, Michael Langdon was never nervous.

Michael Langdon never gave his squad a reason to tease him.

And he never gave them a reason to doubt him.

(Y/N) had spoken with him before this, she would be working with Duncan, behind the scenes, and he needed to remember everything they had gone through, everything.

And he was thankful she had been the one to quiz him, their competitions always bringing out the best of him.

They had also exchanged some pretty horrible sarcastic snaps at each other, till Duncan had asked them to either stop or he would have to put a gag on both of them, which had prompted a blush from his chaste colleague and a “kinky” from him.

He knew that Duncan Shepherd wasn’t shy on what he liked and what he didn’t (although what he had seen the previous night ruined the perfect image of the dom! Duncan Shepherd) and he low key liked him for that, much more than his sexual-repressed other colleague, but none of his flirty comments had been caught by the man, although he could blame it on his decision to stay strictly professional.

Still the fact that that man didn’t fall to his knees to his wit, meanwhile he blushed at seeing his pretty colleague almost naked…

He and (Y/N) were used to get naked in front of each other, he didn’t mind it, their bodies were both weapons, mostly (Y/N) but sometimes in his dream strand of (H/C) would appear in his dreams… and he didn’t want to think like that of somebody as sexually repressed as his colleague, but sometimes it was stronger than him.

He blamed the stress.

(Y/N) was tough, from what he had read, spying her little CV on Cordelia’s desk, she had a tough upbringing and after the incident which changed her life she dropped any contact with her family and friends, a loner, and this led her to know better than fall to his charms and he had seemed to ruin any chance with her when he first spit his nasty insult.

Sometime when she and Duncan giggle about a friendly joke, he wished he hadn’t spoken to her like that.

But his work had nothing to do with regrets, and more regrets he avoided the more he would be safe on the job.

And he did everything right and the drug lord still outsmarted them somehow, hitting Michael and sending him KO, before almost putting a bullet through his head, his magic wasn’t working somehow, and he was going to be dead.

Till (Y/N) jumped out from literally nowhere, hitting the drug lord and getting a bullet in the stomach from one of his cronies, which Duncan promptly shot in the head, the life he had taken slowly appeared back in his eyes, but as soon as he saw her bleeding he promptly moved to get here but Michael just told him to cover their shoulders, she would make it.

-… she has been invested by toxins that didn’t kill her, COVER OUR FUCKING SHOULDERS! – and he swiftly moved to an already up (Y/N), although she clutched the wound she was swiftly up and kicking the drug lord, meanwhile a few others entered, and strangely Michael did find a way to use again his magic.

And he did his best to cover his wounded friend’s shoulders, hoping it would be enough.

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So that was all, I really hope you liked it!

Let me know what you thought about it and any feedback is greatly appreciated! 😘✨

See you soon, lovelies! 😉

Eroine Penzel.

[bibbykins]

Moonlight Reign Ch. 5

A/N: I’m so lazy rip. I’m still working on the drabble game requests and convoluted code and a yandere Tae fic. Why do I do this? I’m also trying to get a job. I finished this chapter at 3am, so please make me feel good about it. I’m a mess

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: Mafia boss! Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, possible Smut later

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, and blood

Chapter Summary: You go public and remember your family as you lean into danger

This world was a circus, and you were back to rolling with the ringleaders. The audience thinks they’re in control when they’re the ones being controlled. The audience oohed and aahed at the fun tricks, glamorous showings, and gut wrenching suspense, all unknowingly drowning out the horrific sounds behind the scene. The deception, the disgusting exhibitions, and the literal gut wrenching. Those who looked close enough could see it behind a translucent curtain, but they were smart enough to look away. The likes of you do tricks because you want to because you have no care to mop up blood in front of children, it’s just easier that way, so you dance. You dance with the show until the crowd is ready to face the real music. However, the audience and act know this show will forever go on, You and this circus will live in every town.

You hadn’t gotten this dolled up in years. Your hair was styled elegantly, your dress was an ironic green, your bruised neck covered with a matching scarf, and you were being coached on your questions. This nation treated the beautiful as celebrities, so you had to look the standard, now being apart if the group.

Cameras were everywhere outside the prison. Your father was given the speediest trial of a lifetime, seeing as he “took a deal”. However, you knew the truth. He was hauled into prison before he could even blink. That’s when the information was leaked. The green haired girl steps forward and turns in her own father. What an utter joke, but everyone was laughing, enjoying it.

“Okay, think of this as your first press conference,” Jungkook spoke, only minutes away from leaving the prison.

“You remember everything we rehearsed?” Jin asked as you nodded, looking at all the seven guys.

“Look solemn,” Namjoon reminded you.

“Act shy, modest.” Jimin smiled to encourage you.

“If you can’t handle then anymore, just start sobbing, okay?” Taehyung reminded you.

“You think you can handle it?” Hoseok asked, “You remember the story?”

“I can do this.”

“Alright babydoll, let’s give them what they want,” Yoongi smirked as the men got into position, crowding around you to portray support.

The podium was set up, and this was it, you would introduce yourself to the public. You stepped to the mic, “Hello, I am y/n, formerly known as the girl with green hair.”

The questions swarmed, but eventually order was had and you could hear one question at a time, “How did you not also get arrested for your crimes?”

“I was a brainwashed kid, and I gave the authorities my father.”

“You still consider the former crime lord your father?”

You faked a lip tremble, “He… He was the only one I had ever known.”

“Will you be visiting him?”

“I’m not sure, I want to try and face him,” You mocked a sad expression, capturing pity, “He was my family.”

“Why did you wait so many years to reveal yourself?”

“I spent a lot of that time looking for my father, and Min Yoongi assisted me in the search. The Bangtan Group ensured my safety in doing so.” Yoongi and Jungkook put their hands on your shoulder as choreographed comfort, “I was scared for a long while, since I had been forced to… to… I’m sorry,” You wiped a fake tear.

“What will you be doing now?”

“Trying to lead a normal life,” You explained, “I want to better myself.”

“Have you seen your uncle Byungjoo as well?”

You paused, remembering how his blood felt on your face, “No, I haven’t, but if anyone sees him, please don’t delay in turning him in.”

“Do you have any family left? What about your birth parents? When was the last time they contacted you?”

You could feel bile forming in your throat. No, you don’t have any family left. Your birth parents were as deep as they could bury them. The last time you heard from the likes of them? Now that was a terrible question. If you had a penny for each time you’ve been kidnapped and tortured, you’d be a millionaire. If you had a penny for each time it genuinely hurt you, you’d have one too many.

“Y/n!” Your brother called out to you as you walked out of the high school, searching for him. You looked to see him waving wildly in front of his car, invoking a smile on your face.

You jogged to him in glee, “Tony!” You used his name, which at the time you didn’t know was fake, “I didn’t know you were picking me up.”

“Yeah well, you said you wanted to meet my girlfriend, and she just got fired so she has some free time-”

“Tony!” A shrill voice rang out as a pretty older woman stepped out of the car, “That’s how you introduce me?!” She faced you, her scowl turning into a smile upon laying eyes on you, hands going to cup your face, “Oh my goodness, you’re like a doll!” She squealed and you couldn’t help but smile, “How precious.”

“Thank you.” You managed as your cheeks were squished, too blissful to care that you were 15 and getting your cheeks squished outside your school.

“Also, don’t listen to your nasty brother, I didn’t get fired, I quit,” She glared at him, “ I got dignity you know!” She barked as he put his hands up in surrender.

This was what you craved, a comfortable presence, a sense of family. Tony spent months tracking you down last year after seeing you in the background of the local news once. He was seven years older than you, and he was a good brother until he closed his own private circus to you, and showed you what happened behind the curtain, but you still had a good few weeks before the thought of family was ruined.

“Well, we’re short-staffed at my job for waitresses,” You offered, “The owner is really sweet.”

She squealed, pulling you into a hug, “Your sister is such an angel!”

You giggled, returning the hug, “Oh yeah, Y/n, this is my girlfriend, Dohye.”

Yoongi grabbed your hand from behind the podium, bringing you back to reality. You blinked, “My birth parents were victims of my father.”

“What is your relationship with Bangtan?”

“That will be all the questions y/n will take today, thank you,” Yoongi spoke, guiding you to the limo as the guards cleared a path, the clamoring of reporters constant.

“Shit,” You cursed as you settled inside the limo with seven men, “I forgot all about my fucking brother, and that last reporter rattled me.”

“Brother? Byungyeol never had sons.” Taehyung questioned as the seven men geared their stares to you.

“Remember that terribly horny girl, Dohye at the restaurant?” Seven nods, “My biological brother was her boyfriend.”

“Is he a threat?” Yoongi narrowed his eyes.

“He’s dead, but I don’t know how big of a family I had,” You explained, “He told me I was his only sibling, but he also told me his name was Tony.”

“What’s his real name?” Hoseok pondered.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” You quipped,” Being a mafia baby was a step up from my biological family, I was treated better by the cruelest gang of that time, so forgive me if the thought of my biological family rattles me a bit.” Jungkook put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, and Yoongi glared as he saw you visibly relax, “I just want to go home,” Yoongi followed your hand as it rubbed over your thighs, “I really hate remembering Tony.”

“What did he do?” Jimin asked, earning an elbow to the gut from Namjoon.

You flinched, “Too much.”

“Do you want me to tuck you in?” Jungkook asked you, and Yoongi tensed.

“I’m traumatized, not a child,” You deadpanned.

“Jungkook, I need you and Taehyung to look into y/n’s family actually,” Yoongi piped up, “I want my best hackers to dig into her bloodline and identify the plausible threats.”

Jungkook nodded, as Yoongi delegated a variety of tasks to the other members, “I’ll stay with y/n for a few hours to make sure nobody tries anything now that she’s gone public,” He explained, “I doubt anyone would be stupid enough to, but better safe than sorry, we need our nurse safe.” The guys nodded as the limo pulled in front of your apartment, the reporters having not made it yet, “We’ll get out first.”

“We?” Hoseok interjected.

“Yeah, we,” Yoongi smirked as he opened the door, “Who else is going to tuck her in?”

“It’s really fine.” You huffed as you slipped out of the car behind him, “Don’t you have a job to do?”

Yoongi closed the door, tapping the car as it drove away, “I have my things, but we have to talk first.”

“About?” You entered the building, leading Yoongi to your apartment. You only then realized he had never been to your place before.

“Your favorite topic,” He mused as you opened the door to your place, “The past.” You groaned while he stepped inside, “It’s for your safety.”

“And what does my safety have to do with you?”

It was a good question. You and Yoongi were only involved because of a threat. You didn’t even know him for more than a week, and yet he seemed concerned of your safety. Yoongi didn’t know why himself, but he knew he wanted to protect you.

“You’re mine now, remember?” You nodded as he sat on the couch, and you took notice of the slight scrapes on the back of his hand.

Wordlessly, you grabbed the first-aid kit to do your new job, “When did this happen?” You mused, sitting next to him, and he could only offer a shrug, “And I thought I was careless.”

“Your neck is covered in bruises,” Yoongi used his other hand to untie the scarf, revealing the hand shaped purple prints, “How often were you hurt?”

“We’re doing this now?” You scoffed, “Okay, Physically? Emotionally? Both lists are too long,” You mused as you rolled the cotton swab of antiseptic on his small wounds, “I was a professional tortured girl. I was usually the hostage, because I could take a beating, that’s how I was raised.”

“What of your biological family?”

You sighed, reaching for a bandage, “Dead, I hope.” You carefully placed it down, smoothing it out gently, “My brother told me his name was Tony. He tracked me down when I was 15, and he told me our parents were dead, leaving only him,” You held your two thumbs on the ends of Yoongi’s bandage, staring off as you remembered him, “I guess he always hated me for that, but I had nothing to be envious of.

“Just tell me what you want!” You sobbed, the stinging if the slices on your legs the only sensation you knew for the past few days. Tony sat in front of you as you were chained from a beam, wrists suspended in the air as you sat, helpless.

He had been using all sorts of knives to make quick thin slices in the same place, and no one could hear you scream whilst he did so, “I want you to feel each day I had to live an orphan while you got a family!” He shouted, a bread knife slicing your shin as you sobbed, trying to kick your legs, “Be quiet, Dohye is upstairs!” He seethed as you only struggled to move your legs, “I should get more sedative.” He mused, dragging the knife over the previously made wound.

“Tony-”

“That’s not my name!” He shouted, “Only my family knows my real name, the ones who didn’t leave!”

“I was a baby!” You screeched, “I was miserable growing up, it wasn’t just you!” You began kicking more as you sobbed, “You aren’t the only one who can bleed, you aren’t the only one who can cry, and you aren’t the only one who can be angry!” You finally kicked his stomach, and didn’t stop until he staggered, struggling to stand, “Where were you?! All those years I was beaten, kidnapped, tortured, and alone?!” You stood up as he was knocked to his knees, “Were you planning this?!”

“You had a famil-”

“I had a job!” You sobbed, kicking his stomach when he tried to grab you, “I had a goddamn empire that burned!”

“You had something!” He shouted back, standing to leave to get more sedative, but you took your chance, standing as he turned his back, then you encased his neck in your arms and pulled with all your might.

You sobbed more, “I loved you!” You cried out as he hit your scratched thighs to let him go, “I wanted to be a family for once,” You cried into his shoulder as you killed your brother, “I wanted you to grill my prom date,” You sobbed while he choked,”help me study for exams,” You kept pulling,”and give me away at my wedding,” You choked on your own sobs as his trachea was collapsing, “I would’ve been a bridesmaid to your wedding,” His legs began to give out as you sunk down with him, “I would’ve kept you from psyching yourself out when you proposed,” You smiled sadly, holding him up as he lost consciousness, “I wanted to make up for lost time,” You were speaking quietly now as he could barely manage to struggle anymore, “Why did you want to punish me for it?” You whispered in his ear as he finally went limp.”

Yoongi listened to you as you incidentally held his hand through the recount, “I’ve killed a lot of people,” You muttered, “But killing him, will stay with me, forever.”

“How did you escape?” Yoongi asked while you stared at his bandaid.

“Dohye found me,” You sighed, “She performed CPR on him before letting me go, she really loved him,” You smiled sadly, “God, she’s a fucking idiot.”

Yoongi watched your eyes water, and he used his other hand to cup your cheek, bringing your head up. You looked his in the eyes, and you both felt electricity shoot through your bodies. You almost jolted at the utter connection. He didn’t open his mouth, but he said so much in his stare alone. It wasn’t pity or discomfort. It was empathy. He understood your pain, and he acknowledged it.

“I’ve decided,” He proclaimed, and you felt like you were on the edge of your seat, “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you,” He leaned his forehead on yours, “Not even myself.”

You sighed in relief for once, closing your eyes as you soaked in the words.

Yoongi wasn’t a circus. He wasn’t  flashing lights or putting up acts. He was honest, harsh, and never put up a farce. There were no acts. He was a transparent wall. You didn’t know you had been breaking down such walls, but you loved the feeling of it as you began to cut yourself from the ties of your past. You wanted to lean on him, you wanted support for once.

He was the first one to lean into you, and you followed suit as you felt your body carry you to where you wanted to be in this moment, and that was as close to him as possible.

“Tell me to stop,” He whispered, eyes fluttering closed as his breath feathered your lips, “Push me away, something, anything.”

You thought about it. How did you get into this position? Why weren’t you following his request? You hadn’t felt such a connection before. You hadn’t lusted for someone before like this, and the feeling awoke something within you. The most dangerous thing to be awoken, a block in your sense of reason. You thought about it, but your brain was mush, only one response to be conjured.

“I don’t want to,” You breathed, mere centimeters from his lips.

He huffed, shallow breaths being all left in him now. He wanted to want to pull away, push himself off, and leave your home. However, he actually wanted to feel your lips on his, body against his, skin with his. He wanted you.

“Thank God,” He rushed out as he pressed his plush lips to yours with the most gentle touch on a frantic delivery.

He had been hungry for you physically since day one, but this was more emotionally charged than he anticipated, making him starved. You kissed him back without a second thought, hand on the arm that held him up while the other went to his bicep. You felt tingles prick your skin and you opened your mouth ever so slightly, inviting his tongue in as yours followed suit to his.

Masterlist

[mysticmysterywrites-blog]

Prompt #16

You know those kind of hacker characters that never seem to leave the house, but have mad skill in their art and seem to be able to make money off that? Yeah, I got one of those.

Meet Lumi. She's not the best with people. She goes out enough to keep her place clean, she goes out to shop for food, and do the basic's of "taking care of one's self." However, she does most of her shopping at night or online, and seems to work at a very odd schedule. That schedule being, the schedule that allows her to interact with people the absolute least.

Also, she happens to play a dangerous game and hacks people at the request of others (Sometimes it backfires on them, however, which only adds to the shit on her) and does things of Very Questionable Legality (tm)

Your character is in some way connected to in a way that would force them to show up to her house. I think it would be nice to have an internet friend of her's that show's up like "Hey boo you gave me your address so I could buy you a pizza and now I'm here to get your sorry ass outside whats up." (Which could also easily turn into "We're going on a date no question" "?!?? I'm not complaining but! UH??")

Or it could be someone she seemed to have especially pissed off that she maybe shouldn't have while on the Job so they have come to Hunt Her Down. (Do they try to go through with it only to get their asses brutally handed to them by a knife and she's not HORRIBLE so despite the fact she just stabbed them she patches them up and that only goes from there, or does the fact that she LOOKS basically pitiful (looks being very deceiving) and not go through with it like.. "bitch you need to apparently shape the fuck up if you're gonna be a evil hackermind at least sit up straight-")

Also, I find the "I came to murder you (either cause I was hired to or just cause fuck /you/ for screwing me OVER you bitch) and we DID get in a fight but somehow managed to end up roughly fucking eachother against the wall and the table and... what was your name again and are you free tonight?" Idea to be VERY hilarious to me, assuming you're here for that sweet sweet nsfw As you can see, all very similar and fluffy routes.

Smut is allowed, or course, and honestly I'm find with any kind of character for this. As long as you have an idea of what to do with them, I'll be all for it!

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She liked to think that she lived a simple life.

She had a job, she paid her taxes, she kept her house clean. So what if she did that all from the comfort of her own home? The outside world was overrated. No one would have spent so long creating the perfect comfort of the inside world if they had to constantly wander to the outside world instead.

She did try to get some amount of communication in, of course. She modded quite a few forms, was big in more then one gaming community, and was quite well known for her infamous shitty internet toll writing in other circles. She knew people. She talked to them. She just... Talked to them online mostly. It wasn't a bad way to like. It was simple, and she just really happened to like simple as a prospect.

Currently, she was working on one of her newest jobs. Well, kind of. The man had hired her to "ruin his bitch of an Ex girlfriends life by releasing her nudes to the world" or something like that. However, she was a woman of morals. She always did her research. The guy was a dick, from what she could see in past conversations with his girlfriend. One of those fuck boy types. She had no problem with scamming him out of his money and ruining his system with a lovely bug that she was currently setting up on-

A sound startled her out of her

God. A knock at her door.

In an instance, any cockiness she felt in herself a the idea of doing this job instantly melted away, replaced with an odd amount of fluttery butterflies and disgusting feeling of nausea. She didn't have a package coming in today. She kept perfect track of her packages, she'd all but memorized the dates that they were suppose to come in. Besides, wasn't it far too late to... She allowed her eyes to fall the the time and winced when she saw the numbers indicating that it was, in fact, 1 pm. She'd pulled another all nighter? Damn. Okay, that was for fixing later.

She grabbed her knife from her nightstand before she moved from her room, flicking it open and getting a death grip on the handle. It was a good knife, one with a 7 inch blade behind it and had been sharpened to the point that even a gentle press could slice open skin. It only added to her comfort that she knew how to use it. She'd been taught long ago by her mother who, before her passing, had enough for thought to teach her self defense in some form of the word. She'd always tried to stay up to date on it, always tried to improve. Especially with her career path. She never knew who would come by, if someone would be pissed enough to track her down for her misdeeds.

She moved down the steps like a ghost, her feet bare on the ground and steps not even creaking as she stepped on them. The only hint of her moving was her shadow across the ground, and the gust of wind that brushed over the papers on the table in her passing. She hesitated in front of her door, listening to the blood as it rushed through her ears. Okay. She could do this.

Rubbing her eyes with the sleeve portion of her hoodie (God, the sun couldn't be anymore bright?!), Lumi opened her door only a crack, eyeing the person outside of it with an odd, distrustful expression on her face. Nervously, she moved her fingers up to mess with a loose strawberry blonde piece of hair, that had somehow found its way out of her sloppy bun. She spoke before they managed to get any words out, despite the fact that her speech seemed mumbled out and hesitant, "Uh..." She looked around, fingers messing with the blade behind the door, "I think.. you have the wrong house," She glanced them up and down fingers twitching against the handle.