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midnight-talescape · 2 years

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Game (707 x Reader)

Kinktober day 12: Toys

I didn't know I can work this fast, but 7 my beloved. Also by this point you can tell my brain is not functioning with the character, it's been too long since I indulge myself in fanfic, sadly.

Warning: toys, overstimulation, vanderwood almost walked in lol, this is 100 percent ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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You stretched your back as you closed the chatlog. Finally ready to start on 7's route after finishing all the other ending.

Who would have known the personality of a redheaded hacker, was gonna beat your bias to silver hair red eye character. After surfing online about how 7 loved you in every route, you decided to finish all the ending before finishing his ending acting it like a true ending.

What can you say, a jokester hiding his mass of trauma under a cheery mask was a sure way to your heart.

You quickly boot up a new saved file ready to finally finished the last route to your favorite character.

In the next few day you attune attentively to the game, waking up at 3am to catch up on all the chat log not missing a single one (seriously who put their chat at 3am, do the character not sleep?)

When you started knowing something weird happening in the game. At first it was weird chat option in message that you have never seen before (You would know, you replayed Jumin's route multiple time) Shaking it off as just some easter egg you continued the game and finally begin 7 route.

Everything seems normal at first, until you started seeing log that wasn't there before, phone call from 7 happen way more often.

You shake it off, thinking it was just the new update.

Until one day you woke up and noticed you are no longer in your room, instead you were tied to a bed with a mouth gag in your mouth.

Just as you was about to struggle, as confused as you were. You figured you might want to get out first. You heard a footstep walking toward you, you looked up to look at your kidnapper.

You blinked slowly as you try to comprehend who your seeing.

7 kneeled down to the bed and removed the mouth gag from you.

You poked out your tongue trying to take in more air, also it was just uncomfortable to have something in your mouth.

7 look at you and said cheerfully,

"Hello, (Y/N) your finally here, I have been been so excited to meet you,"

"What? Am I hallucinating?"

7 ruffled your hair,

"Of course not, I was just tired of seeing you from the screen so I decided to take matter into my own hand and bring you here."

You motioned to your tied up hand and leg with your face,

"So you kidnapped me and tied me to a bed with a mouth gag, like some sort of weird kinktober fantasy?"

"Yeah,"

You sigh, fully accepting your fate. After all this is either some really weird hallucinating dream from you waking up at 3am or you have finally gone to another world. Honestly by this point you dont really care.

"You know me a bit too well,"

7 shrugged with a knowing grin,

"What can I say I have been looking through your search history,"

You froze and then closed your eye defeated,

"Dear god, you know I will have to kill the witness, right,"

He hold a hand to his chest faking a gasp,

"Is that all it takes for you to hurt me?"

"Okay maybe not, can you please let me go,"

7 poked your cheek,

"Nope, I want you here (Y/N). I love you, I have been watching you for years, ever since you first downloaded the game. I have waited long enough, I want you,"

"Wait what about my family?"

7 clapped his hand together, looking real fucking proud of himself,

"It was a bit hard, even for a genius like me. But I have managed to combined the world in a few day we will be together forever."

Hearing his answer, you thought for a moment before saying,

"Okay, then I'm down. Are you gonna fuck me or not,"

"What?"

"7 my beloved, you just fucking kidnapped me out of my bed tied me up and put a mouth gag in my mouth. I dont know how to tell you this, but I just read a bunch of kinktober fic might as well act out a erotic fic, "

7 give you a crazed grin,

"Dear god, I really found the best and craziest person ever,'

"What can I say, we are similar in the worst way possible, there's a reason you're my favorite character,"

"You mean other then I'm hot and funny and smart and rich and..."

You rolled your eye as he go on and on,

"Yes, yes I get it, Mr. Lucky Number, you're the cutest."

With a grin he tilt down to kiss you, after a few minute he separate with a strand of saliva connecting you guys. He put his forehead on yours and begin to undress you.

Just as you guys were about to begin to get rid of years worth of love and touch deprived cause horniness, you guys froze when you heard someone knocking on the door.

"Motherf-"

7 quiet you down before yelling that he will open the door soon,

"Saeyoung, if your going to leave at least untie me,"

With a sadistic grin, and a bad feeling up your spine 7 turn around to get something,

"Wha-"

You was shut up when 7 retied the mouth gag around your mouth. You suddenly started shivering when you see him pull out a bunch of what you're assuming is sex toy.

You pulled on the bondage around your arm again, 7 gave you slapped on your breast, shutting you up with the stinging from your breast,

"Quiet, kitten. I can't have you all bored and lonely here can I? I will leave you with some fun,"

With that he quickly clipped a few clamp onto your nipple. He hold up a vibrator to show you, with a grin on his face. Seeing it, the realization that this is really happening you tried to back away. Pretty convinced that it's not gonna fit and that you are in fact not ready to get fucked.

"It's too late to back out now, kitten."

With that 7 quickly lubed it up, and slowly pushed it into your fold. Tear stained your eye, as you body tighten and tried to pushed the intruder out of your body. But all you successfully did was take it deeper into you.

Suddenly you arched your back when the knocking come again, and 7's hand slipped and pushed the entire thing inside you.

"Luciel open the fucking door!"

"Calm down, Mary i'm coming do you want to see me naked?"

Turning around he wiped away your tear,

"Good girl, just take in one more, hmmmm. Be a good girl for daddy," with that he pulled out a cat tail butt plug,

You look at him at wide eye,

'How many of these do you have?'

"I was quite excited to have you here, so I brought some toys," with that he moved your ass up before plugging it into you and laying you down again,

7 give you a kissed on your forehead before locking the door and walking out.

You slow your breath trying to relax your body against the many thing inside your body. Just as you was starting to get use to it, you suddenly arched your back up, when all the vibrator all started vibrating.

You pant and moan, saliva dripping down your chin. Tears streaming down your body as your body tried to get use to the vibrating. But every time you get use to it the frequency change causing you to orgasm again

If you could still think you would have probably swear the fucked out of 7, but you can't. Too sensitive and tied up to think.

When the door open again, you looked up with teary eye.

7 looked down at your flushed up body, damp with sweat and your juice. The cat tail now damped and hard under you. Your entire body trembling from your multiple orgasm.

He removed the mouth gag and with a shit eating grin said,

"Seems like you had fun when I was gone, kitty,"

"F-Fuck you..." you panted out,

"With pleasure,"

7 removed the vibrator out of you (After slipping a few time and causing you to swear) and pushed his hard member into your wet fold.

"F-fuck..." you swear as you felt your body taking in something far bigger the the vibrator,

"You feel so tight, kitten. I can't wait to fucking break you," with that he started to thrust into you

You hanged onto him desperately as you felt him going in and out of you. The cat tail sticking on you, wet from your juice and sweat. You let out wail as he pounded into you faster and he pulled on your clamp.

Just as your mind blurred and you were about to collapse you felt him gripped your waist tightly as he came inside you.

Panting slightly he pulled out, before covering your body with his blanket and cuddle you.

"T-take out the thing, you dick,"

"Nope staying in, Kitten"

"You-"

"Be quiet, love. Before I go another round,"

With that you quickly shut up and went to sleep.

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juminsmysticmc · 2 years

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Hi! An idea (if you haven't already done it) of the rfa + saeran, v and vanderwood reacting to an mc who doesn't have a good relationship with her father, stepmother and (Maybe quite childish) 1 year younger stepsister?

(Maybe due to the being rude and making comments about mc and the mystic messenger characters relationship?)

And mc gets in a fight with her dad at a family dinner over comments they both make or how they act towards her and [mystic messenger character]?

I know it's specific sorry for all the writing. I hope it makes sense! I love your writing for the mystic messenger characters <3

RFA + Minor Trio with a Mc who has a bad relationship with her father and step family

TW!! Mention of family issues, bad family relationships

Hello there! I loved this request! Hope you will like reading it! Please tell me about it!

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Jumin

Your husband knew what you thought of your family, especially about your step-sister who was, although, only six months younger, kind of childish.

He remembered the wedding way all too well.

Despite you telling him that you didn’t want anyone from your family, your father, and his wife to be an inclusive child on your special day, Jumin thought you would regret your decision one day.

But as it turns out, he was the one who regretted everything.

You ended up crying in a corner. Jaehee was trying to comfort you while a bodyguard had to hold back Zen from punching your father.

Jumin, who was attacked by your family first, was bad-mouthed, then you were put in the role of smut and at some point, Zen couldn’t hold his anger anymore.

Jumin was more than happy that his friends, even his father, quickly tried to soothe the situation.

This, however, left a huge scar.

Right now you and Jumin were on your way to your father’s home.

Two years after not speaking to each other, you thought that you should try to get things together. After all, you were expecting a child.

But Jumin promised himself that in any stress-related situation that would happen, he wouldn’t hesitate to drag you away.

,,Mom! I want to sit next to Oppa~’’ your sister whined.

You rolled your eyes and just sat down next to your husband, ignoring your sister and the death glare your father gave you.

,,You can never behave, can you?’’ he hissed.

,,No, I indeed can’t. I can’t let go of my husband, especially not in the house of the tiger,’’ you hissed back.

,,Guess he does you well,’’ your step-mother laughed.

,,DAD!’’ you hissed at the woman’s comment.

Jumin was rubbing your hand, he was holding back for you. You begged him.

But the next time they would say anything, he would snap.

The lunch went on with an unpleasant atmosphere.

You barely touched your food as your stepmother made sure to prepare every dish in the world you were allergic to.

But it was always like that and to know this made Jumin’s heart ache.

But then Jumin saw black. ,,Is the child even his? Are you sure you didn’t marry him for money? I don’t believe that a woman like you can ever be a parent,’’ your father said.

This hurt, especially because Jumin knew just how self-conscious you were.

With his cold face, Jumin stood up, and before a single tear could even slip from your wonderful eyes, he took your hand. ,,We tried, we gave our best, but we realize now that this is impossible. Mc, my love, your time, nerves, and happiness is too precious to try talking to them. If you allow me to, I would gladly bring you out to eat with my father instead,’’ Jumin said, glaring at yours.

,,Jumin, as of today, the only father I have is yours,’’ you said, not looking at your father.

With that, hand on your swollen belly, the two of you left.

And despite the ride being a rollercoaster of emotions, Jumin hugged you and kissed you until you calmed down.

Zen

The withe haired man always thought that his family was toxic and that he was the only one who had to go through so many hardships.

At that time, Zen still didn’t know what your family was like.

Your mother died when you were young, unfortunately, and your father remarried quickly after her death.

Zen observed all those family pictures, none containing you, only your father with his new wife and her daughter.

,,They were pretty childish, and never wanted me in the pictures, not that I would have wanted one together, but I don’t have any pictures together with my father.

We didn’t even talk ever since he got remarried. I was just…a bonus,’’ you whispered so that no one could hear you.

,,The bonus maid, I mean,’’ you said, to make it clear what your task was.

You lead him upstairs to the darkest little room.

,,This was my room after they moved into our house. My step-sister wanted two rooms, one to sleep and the other one for the toys,’’ you explained. Telling him about your past made you shiver and become emotional, but you managed to keep your tears away.

Zen hugged you, his warmth giving you courage.

But the courage disappeared as soon as you were downstairs eating.

,,Did you guys forget my plate?’’ you asked annoyed, and quickly took a fresh plate.

,,You didn’t say that he would eat here,’’ your stepmom said.

,,Yuri, get up so that Zen can sit on the good chair. The two of us can’t sit on these…cubes,’’ you mumbled.

,,Noooo, mom! I live here!’’ your sister insisted.

,,Princess, don't worry,’’ he told you before he quickly acted.

Indeed, she was childish even though she was only one year younger.

The dinner went on and no one talked to you or Zen. You were basically ignored until Yuri looked towards Zen and asked him the most impossible thing.

,,How much does Mc pay you?’’

At first, the two of you thought that she meant the agency, but when none of you responded, your father kept asking.

,,I guess my daughter pays you for some actions in your fake relationship,’’ he insisted.

You were too hurt to say anything, but Zen acted. ,,I’m sorry, but what the hell are you implying? Do you really have this kind of thought when you look at your daughter?! I won’t let her stay here to hear this kind of thing!’’ he hissed.

You already had tears in your eyes when Zen grabbed your hand and went out without looking back once.

,,Hyun…Thank you,’’ you said, once you stood next to his bike.

,,Princess…I promise you, I will give you a much better family than mine or yours, I promise…we don’t need anyone’s blessing…just the two of us…’’

Yoosung

Yoosung knew the reason why your parents, better said, your father and your stepmother and your stepsister, weren’t invited to your wedding.

And he also knew the reason you always only called your father and never went to visit him.

For you, your family wasn’t your family anymore.

But honestly, it didn’t matter as Yoosung’s mother welcomed you like her own daughter and made sure that you always felt comfortable.

Although, your dead mother was a person none could ever replace.

But Yoosung’s father, despite being kind of strict, gave him a wonderful father figure.

You were once again, eating at your in-law’s place with Yoosung, when his mother suddenly brought up your family.

,,Don’t you think that they have a right to know your daughter and the son who’s on its way?’’ she asked you.

,,Mother, don’t make her do things that make her feel bad!’’ Yoosung said, feeling immediately protective of you.

You, however, placed your hand on his shaking leg and nodded in agreement.

And that’s how the three of you found yourselves in front of your old house.

A lot of emotions were brought back as you placed your hand on your moving belly.

,,We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,’’ Yoosung said. Your daughter was holding his hand.

,,It’s okay. As soon as they say something, we will go immediately,’’ you assured him.

Indeed, this was the right action.

No one welcomed you with a smile and the only thing your father could do as soon as he saw you was argue with you about why you couldn’t call before coming.

Your stepmother was only glaring at Yoosung and his daughter while Yoosung’s ,,Sister-in-law’’ was arguing with a six-year-old about the cookie she took.

When your step sister, however, pulled the cookie out of your daughter’s hand, everything was over.

,,You are… I have no words!’’ you hissed as you took your daughter in your arms.

Yoosung pulled you back as he tried to hold back his anger. ,,I am a father myself and I can’t understand how it’s possible to make a child feel so…so unwelcomed! I am happy that she at least has my family!’’ he hissed and with that the both of you left.

,,The first thing we will do now is go to Seven’s and take some Honey Buddha Chips!’’ Yoosung decided, driving far away from the house you would never ever see again.

Jaehee

Your soft lips brushed Jaehee’s lips and the two of you parted the hot kiss the both of you shared, looking deep inside each other’s eyes.

Before the both of you were actually making out, you were planning and organizing the little party you wanted to hold to make your relationship official.

It was your little, unofficial wedding.

Just for the two of you.

,,I was wondering… I know that you don’t want to invite your family, but I want to make an attempt to meet them. I want to be brave and keep going for the things I chose!’’ she said, making your heart skip a beat.

The first one the two of you were going to meet was your mother.

She was always a very supportive woman and loved your character and always tried her best to support you.

She was the only one you would have wanted to come to the party you were throwing.

Jaehee felt blessed to get to know her and honestly, your mother resembled her, something that made Jaehee feel even better.

The next stop was your father and his family.

Jaehee knew that you guys didn’t have a good relationship.

In fact, your father never forgave you for moving to your mother’s place.

As soon as the door was opened, Jaehee could sense the unhappy atmosphere.

She wasn’t welcome. No one looked at her and all you received was disgusted looks.

,,You came five minutes too late,’’ your father hissed.

,,I’m sorry, Father,’’ you sighed and took Jaehee’s coat, trying to put it away.

,,Don’t touch our things! I don’t want to become like you!’’ your step-sister whined, making gagging sounds and opening the closet for you.

Jaehee shivered.

It was even worse than at her aunt’s place.

But this was nothing.

As soon as you took your seat, you and your father began to argue.

You told him that Jaehee was your girlfriend and this was something he couldn’t accept.

Your stepmother even began to cry. ,,I knew that sending her over to her mother would make her a slut!’’ she whined.

,,FATHER! THIS IS A NO GO!’’ you screamed at him.

,,LOWER YOUR VOICE!’’ he hissed at you, knocking the knife on the table.

Jaehee was shocked but not scared and if it was necessary, she would use her judo moves.

,,You’re sick, sleeping with a woman! It’s not normal!’’ he mumbled, glaring at Jaehee.

Jaehee could see that you were trembling and she suddenly remembered your mother’s words: to protect you and take you away from him if he should ever say something against you.

At that moment, Jaehee knew what she had to do.

She took your hand, pulled you up, and smashed her lips against yours. You returned the deep kiss, making everyone else gasp and as soon as you guys parted, Jaehee smirked.

,,If we’re sick, you guys don’t even know what you’re missing,’’ she said and then she left the room with you following behind her.

Just when she was outside, she realized what she had just done, her face totally red in shame.

,,Woah! That was so cool!’’ you laughed and hugged her.

Saeyoung

,,We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. If you feel weird or scared, let’s just stay at home and enjoy our day,’’ your fiancé said, rubbing your arm.

However, you already decided what you wanted to do.

You didn’t get along with your father. Honestly, living with him was hell ever since he remarried and let that woman and her daughter move in.

Nonetheless, he was still your father.

You loved him, despite the pain he let you go through. Despite the nights you had to cry yourself to sleep, you loved your father.

And you wanted him to be part of your happiness, at least you wanted to try it out.

You put on your shoes and Saeyoung followed you. His hand was scratching his head as he was about to close the door, waiting for Saeran to put on his shoes.

You wanted your family to meet everyone, meaning Saeyoung and his brother.

The ride was pretty exciting. You were nervous, scared and different scenarios went through your head, along with different kinds of answers.

But whatever your father did and said while the three of you sat around the table, was beyond whatever you played out in your head.

,,Which of them is the one that bewitched my daughter? How could you be so naive? I read what this is about in the press. Do you know that you put me and your mother and sister in a difficult position?’’ your father hissed.

Something in your heart suddenly broke down.

It wasn’t that he put his safety and his new wife’s before yours.

It wasn’t the fact that he named those two people your mother and your sister, it wasn’t his mean voice, or his eyes that were always judging you.

It was the fact that this triggered Saeyoung and Saeran, your new family.

He triggered them, he didn’t respect them, and by disrespecting them, he lost respect towards you.

,,I’m even scared to go to school. Mom said I should stay at home for a few days,’’ your step-sister said, looking as if she was about to cry.

,,For God’s sake, your brain is like the brain of a donkey. Of course she lets you skip school, it’s embarrassing to see you even trying!’’ you hissed.

,,And you!’’ you pointed at your father. ,,For God’s sake, if you knew the media, I guess you didn’t understand anything or either watched the wrong show. Whatever, I won’t stay still if you go against my relationship,’’ you hissed.

,,And Sir,’’ Saeyoung said, ,,I am the one who fuck’s your daughter. This boy here is just my brother who imprisoned her in an apartment with a bomb,’’

,,SAEYOUNG, this was so - just, please let’s go out,’’ you sighed.

The day ended with Saeyoung laughing about whatever he said and you being angry at him for saying something so embarrassing.

But for Saeran’s luck, the three of you went to the best ice cream shop.

Saeran

You weren’t really worried about your father’s comments or about the childish behavior of your step-sister.

You were more worried that the words they could throw at the both of you that could trigger Saeran.

There was something even worse than you getting hurt - Saeran getting hurt.

You wanted to protect him just like he protected you and you didn’t want the person to hurt him to be your father.

No one at all, to be honest.

But this was a step you had to take.

,,I’m nervous,’’ Saeran whispered. He was holding your hand as the two of you walked towards the house.

,,I never had a father figure, you know. Sometimes I thought that a father should behave like Saeyoung in the past when we were younger or like Jumin right now, who takes such good care of us,’’ Saeran said, ,,but I am excited to see how your father will be,’’ he smiled.

You pressed your lips together and before you even rang the doorbell, you looked into your boyfriend’s eyes.

,,My father isn’t anything like your parents, but he still isn’t the father figure you imagine. I just don’t want you to get disappointed,’’ you said, making him nod.

He was holding your hand even tighter now.

A woman opened the door, who looked as if she was your age and made an odd grimace.

,,Hello to you too. The first thing you should do is to invite a person in and then tell them who you are,’’ you tried to correct your step-sister.

She just kept looking at the both of you. ,,Did you at least bring me a present?’’ she asked you, not doing what you told her.

Of course you prepared something, but not a present for her.

Your step-sister just walked away, and without hesitating, you stepped in and invited Saeran to follow you.

The wine you brought was quickly opened and almost poured completely in your father’s and step-mother’s glasses.

Saeran chose the flowers himself, for showing deep gratitude and happiness towards your family. They were just placed somewhere and not even put into a vase with water.

This hurt your feelings as Saeran’s feelings were literally destroyed.

Soon after this, you and your father began to argue. ,,Father, I am paying for mom’s grave, you can’t just decide to dissolve it!’’ you screamed with tears rolling down your cheeks as you heard your father’s words.

,,This behavior of yours is rude towards your mother,’’ he said, looking at your stepmother.

,,SHE ISN’T MY MOM!’’ you hissed.

You were panting in rage, you were so angry…and no one except Saeran understood.

Saeran decided to stand up and hold your trembling body in his arms. ,,Let’s go. We can ask Jumin to do something about the grave and just…forget these people here.’’

That’s exactly what you did and you even took Saeran’s flowers back with you.

Jihyun

,,So, this leaves the both of us without the blessing of our fathers?’’ you asked him, pressing your lips together as you had Lucy sleeping on your lap.

He nodded.

He too had a bad relationship with his father. Oddly enough, his father was never this odd towards Jumin, who wasn’t even family.

Some part of Jihyun was somehow happy to see that you, too, had the same problem.

He was sad to know that you were in pain and that your father hurt your feelings, but he knew that you also went and were still going through the same thing.

Jihyun knew that the two of you were close and whatever happened yesterday at your father’s house made you two grow even closer.

Suddenly, someone rang the doorbell, making Lucy open her eyes as Jihyun opened the door.

A woman who looked just like you stood in front of the door. It was your mother.

,,Hello, please come in, Mother,’’ he said, in a very friendly tone.

,,Handsome and friendly as ever, Jihyun. I’m still over the fact that my age is double yours,’’ your mother joked.

,,Mom!’’ you warned when you walked out, holding your back and lower abdomen.

,,Hello, my cute little snowball!’’ she quickly said, approaching your belly to kiss it.

You rolled your eyes as you patted her head.

You were happy that she at least supported you.

,,Now tell me, what did your father do and say, and Yuri - isn’t she just a year younger? Why is she still so childish,’’ your mother asked, holding Lucy in her arms.

You told her what happened, how your father began to argue with you, especially because you and Jihyun decided to go and take your mother’s last name and her father’s name for the boy you were giving birth to.

You also told her how childish your step sister was, arguing with Lucy and even throwing her out of her room.

Your mother nodded. ,,Well, I can understand his feelings. He realized how shitty his name is,’’ she laughed. As she said that word, she covered Lucy’s ears.

,,Don’t get worked up on that, just ignore him. I know he’s your father, but if he does any harm or stresses you and your baby, just take a break from him,’’ she said, this time in a serious tone.

You and Jihyun by now felt much better and were glad that, except for the RFA members, you had at least one person who supported you.

Vanderwood

,,Don’t worry and don’t be nervous,’’ you smiled as you helped Vanderwood with his necktie.

,,You wouldn’t be enough in my father’s eyes even if you were the president of South Korea. I was always a burden so, don’t worry about anything. It will be a shitty evening no matter what we do,’’ you told him.

,,You really know how to support someone who’s nervous, huh?’’ he smirked.

Regardless, you were right.

You and your father never had a normal conversation together so you didn’t expect much of it today either.

You and Vanderwood both went out towards his car. The ride there was probably the most comfortable thing about the whole evening.

As soon as you were seated in your seats, your step-mother began to talk about herself, ranting about her hair and how stressed she was and that you never came to help her.

You just listened to her, but deep inside you were so annoyed with her.

Your step-sister quickly joined your mother and behaved so childish that at some point, Vanderwood asked you in a whispering tone about her age.

Your father thought that this was pretty rude and began to argue with you.

Of course, you defended Vanderwood.

,,He just asked me something about the food! Stop implying something that isn’t even real!’’ you hissed.

,,You never could choose your boyfriends wisely!’’ he hissed at you, something that made you shiver.

Such mean words.

,,I always knew that she would end up as a slut, daddy,’’ your step-sister commented.

You were in rage.

,,VANDERWOOD IS MY FIRST BOYFRIEND!’’ you hissed.

,,And even if she would have been fucked by the world, I wouldn’t care,’’ Vanderwood suddenly said, making your father even angrier.

,,Sir, you were the first one who began. Your daughter is such a special person and all you can do is destroy the relationship? I’m a bit disappointed,’’

You and Vanderwood didn’t even finish the not so well cooked food and just went away and never came back.

,,So, were you really a bad girl at choosing your boyfriends?’’ Vanderwood asked you, massaging your body.

,,Yes, I made the biggest mistake with you,’’ you answered in sarcasm while the both of you shared a long, sensual kiss.

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unwillingwriter · 1 year

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☆5&1 (Jumciel)✮

Author: 707 tells Jumin he loves him unintentionally 5 times. Extra belongs to Jumin who means it. Seven means it too.

Warnings: Light Smut, Gun, Blood, Close to Death.

Paring: Jumin X Seven

Published Also On AO3

Fandom: MysticMessenger

A/N: Rusty As Heck with writing.

Jumin was pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation as he listened to Seven's laughter over the phone, keeping said device meters away from his ear– still being able to hear the redhead loud and clear. Jaehee- Assistant Kang had excused herself from the premises when Luciel called, mentioning she had something to do. Jumin should've known that she knew something by how fast she left the room when she saw Mr. Han's phone brightened with the Caller ID “707”.

When Jumin was sure that Seven was done with his overly loud laughter he pressed the phone against his ear once again ready to speak to the man who wouldn't stop laughing for the last 5 MINUTES!

It's a miracle that the redhead hadn’t passed out from all the air he let out, not once taking a second to catch his breath, seeming to be too engaged with tormenting the millionaire.

“Are you–”

“HAAAAAA!!! ACK!.” Luciel wheezed loudly, his breath hitting the speaker of the phone making the CEO cringe, his patients thinning.

“Luciel…” his voice lowered, his head beginning to pound. Ready to tell Seven to cease his laughter till a loud thud and crash was heard on the other side along with a clatter-- meaning Luciel had most likely dropped his phone in the process in whatever just happened.

Jumin opened his onyx eyes, finally, his brows narrowing with annoyance and a slight concern for the hacker.

“Luciel?.” Jumin could still hear the hacker laughing, sounding a bit further away and kinda muffled.

The CEO rubs his face, dropping his cheek into his hand.

‘I’m about to commit an offense…’

Jumin sighs as he listens to the hacker laugh, raising a brow when he hears another voice asking Seven why he was on the floor.

Another 5 minutes passed till Luciel FINALLY stopped laughing and seemed to pick up his phone small chuckles coming through his mic.

In those added 5 minutes Jumin managed to do some work on the cat project he was trying to push through trying to sway his father to the best of his ability. If the countless women in his life could do it then his son can as well.

“Okay, okay I'm back– hehe~” the hacker snickered into the phone. Jumin had put him on speaker so he could know when the hacker finally came back. Jumin places his pen down on the desk giving the other male his full attention.

“What happened?.”

“Oh I was laughing because –.”

“Not!, not that part yet. I'm asking what that sound was just now?.”

“Eh?.”

Jumin felt his eye twitch.

“Luciel…”

Seven chuckled.

“Okay okay. Jumin Han everyone, one of the rare people who can tell I'm lying– Anywho~~.”

Rare?.

“I leaned a little too far back in my computer chair and fell, bringing an old monitor of mine down with me. So you heard three things– wait no! Four things if you count my phone– which is sadly cracked– ack!-- I had just fixed the screen too three weeks ago from when Ms. Vanderwood threw it…”

Jumin could tell Seven wasn't talking to him when he reached a certain section of his sentence– he was mumbling to himself.

Why would his maid throw his phone?

“Agggh!!!- sorry that was off-topic please ignore whatever else I said. Please?. Hmm… Now where was I? Ah! Yes yes yes! Silly me~~ I did hit my head pretty hard… You heard my heavy ass hit the floor along with the chair– that's two– my ten-thousand-dollar-old monitor and my phone. Funny isn't it? Hehe~”

Jumin blinked twice before gathering his thoughts.

“Are you okay?.” he questioned.

Luciel let out a dramatic gasp.

“Awe JuJu~ are worried about little ol’ me?.” Luciel teased laughing to himself.

“Yes,” Jumin spoke bluntly, his voice never losing its natural stern.

The line was quiet. Too quiet that Jumin thought 707 hung up without him noticing somehow.

“Yes Jumin I'm fine thanks for the concern– eh?-- no, huh?-- ah! Okay Okay sheesh just give me a second – no! Jeez, just give me a second.” Luciel spoke at a fast pace, making the director more confused.

Who was he talking to? His maid maybe?

But why did he sound as if he was trying to buy–

“Sorry to cut this conversation short Jumin but–.”

“You were laughing for a long time.” he cut in but Seven kept talking.

“--I have to go, duty calls like always, of course, you would understand how that is– anyway bye Jumin I love you!!.” Seven said in his cheery voice before hanging up completely.

“Luciel–” and he was gone.

Jumin moved the phone close to him looking down at the screen. He didn't even get to ask him why he was laughing in the first place and why he called.

Jumin breathes out his nose. His mind swirls with thoughts till something comes to him.

Seven told him he loves him.

Maybe.

Maybe it could've been a slip-up.

Commoners who are friends tell each other they love them. Jumins not gonna think too deeply about it.

Jumin was rather annoyed, he finally understood why Seven had called him laughing a month ago. Today was Jumins birthday and his employees have decided to throw him a small birthday party— oh how he wishes it wasn’t…. Jumin stared down at the cake before him.

It was a red velvet cake— one of his favorite pastry’s out there. There was an image of him on it.

He was falling.

He remembers this day it was the day Seven had called him laughing four hours later after the incident happened.

But it wasn’t the fact that the picture is what annoyed him, it was the words on it. The Fonts were ones of a meme as Seven and Yoosung have explained to him countless times.

‘When your Crush is walking By and you can’t help but fall harder.’

It was such a wretched quote that it made him feel off.

He wanted to throw it away… But instead, he let everyone be and have a slice of cake.

After having a long day at work and finally giving assistant Kang a day off that she deserves. Jumin drops his butt on the couch in his penthouse. His phone rang in his pocket.

He just sat down…

Jumin bit back a frustrated sigh. Nothing good comes out of complaining.

The ravenette takes his phone out of his pocket looking at the ID.

‘707’

The CEO presses the phone against his ear after answering it.

“Hello?, Luciel?.”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! God, you're old!.”

That… Was unexpected but also– expected?.

“Don't remind me…” he mumbled, undoing his tie.

“Awww… Why so glum JuJu?.”

“I'm not dreary, I'm just tired,” he answered, a little too fast and defensive for his taste.

“Is it because I called you old? If so I was just teasing you I swear– you don't look a day over 25!.” the hacker cheered, Jumin could hear a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

“I already got called old by Yoosung, trust me you calling me old doesn't phase me either,” he says simply, taking off his blazer and setting it over the couch.

“Okay back to my first question then– why so dreary? as you put it in your fancy wording.”

“Luciel I'm not –.”

“You're a good businessman but suck at lying when it's not to another corporate face.”

Jumin stops moving around the room for a second. His hand fiddled with his watch as he had the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder.

Suck at lying?. He's not lying– at least he doesn't think he is…

Sure he keeps to himself and gives vague responses in the RFA chat to the members but it doesn't mean he's lying.

Jumin must have been too deep in his head since he came back to Seven’s voice ringing a little louder in his ears.

“Jumin? Oh Juju~ Jumi?, JumJum? Cat lover? Prince of the Han Family? H–.”

“I'm here!.” he responds feeling rather… Flustered? At the prince part.

He blames his ears for feeling red due to the heat of his phone.

“There's the birthday boy!.” Seven cheered, Jumin could imagine the smile of the redhead.

He rolled his eyes half-heartedly as he continued trying to get comfortable in his own home slowly stripping.

“Mmm…”

“Anywho back to our original convo~~ why is the great Jumin Han upset?.”

“Seven I'm not–.”

“It has something to do with your father, doesn't it?.”

Jumin shuts his mouth, setting his shoes in the closet.

His silence was his answer.

After a few seconds passed.

Luciel sighs on the other end.

“Of course, it does, when doesn't it? Let me guess he didn't take you out today to celebrate?.”

Jumin hated this.

“God, no disrespect to you or anything but your father is an asshole, Mr. Han.”

It's weird to hear Luciel call him that.

“Luciel, it's not a big deal, we're both grown men. It was a childish want.” Jumin had responded neutrally, at least he thought it was neutral…

To Seven it sounded defensive.

“It is natural for a parent's child to want to celebrate their birthday with them. It's not childish.”

Jumin remained silent as he dressed in his pajamas walking to the kitchen to make himself tea. Setting the phone down and putting it on speaker.

“Hmm…”

Jumim sets the kettle in the sink, filling it with water.

“How about we go out today?.” Seven asked.

Jumin glances at his phone.

“Maybe to a fancy restaurant?, oooo or a diner I could show you one of THHHEEE BEST burger joints ever!.”

“I don’t feel like going out.”

“Come ooonnn~”

“I’m busy-.”

“That could be tomorrow Jumins problem, right now birthday Jumin NEEDS to have fun.”

“But Elizabeth—.”

“Will survive without you— if she can handle you being gone all day for work she can handle you being gone for a couple of more hours. Come on Jumin, I'm not letting you sulk on your birthday.”

“I’m not sulking.”

“Really now?.”

“Yes.”

“Then you won’t have a problem with going out with me.” Luciel said his voice filled with determination.

“Seven it’s not necessary—.”

The line makes a beep sound. Indicating the call has ended.

Jumins eyes widened, turning around quickly from the stove.

He didn’t!.

He looked at his phone.

He did!.

Irritation filled Jumin.

That boy has a knack for being stubborn. Then again so did everyone else in the RFA.

Around an hour, Jumins door burst open, making the older male stand straight up from his couch.

His onyx eyes automatically recognized the head of red hair that seemed to be occupied being squished down by a bowler hat.

Luciel was breathing heavily, his skin pale as he tried catching his breath.

Jumin couldn’t help but take in his appearance.

Luciel was wearing a velvet red tuxedo, his tie surprisingly matching Jumin's hundreds of gray ties.

In a way, Jumin couldn’t help but find it… amusing. Seven was never one to wear a suit, not even at the RFA parties— the most he’d put on his dress shoes, suspenders, and a dress shirt with a brown cheetah print tie to try and match his glasses. Speaking of glasses he wasn’t wearing his usual ones he was wearing red ones to match his tux with a hint of gold on the frames. The bowler hat matched the tie.

Jumin was pulled out of his inner monologue from his young friend's voice.

“Tada! Don’t I look dashing? That’s the word?— Jesus Christ, there were so many stairs… Why didn’t I just take the elevator?…” the hacker wheezed.

The little geniuses took the stairs.

“Seven… there are 99 floors…”

“I know… wheeze..”

“I’m at the top…”

“I know… crap I think I’m finally gonna cry shit my lungs hate me…” Seven coughs, his face was a rosy color gleaned with sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead a bit.

“Luciel… like you already said, why didn’t you use the elevator?.”

“Was in a hurry… didn’t have time to think.”

“Obviously… would you like water?.”

“Yes, please. Can I sit?.”

“Go ahead.”

Luciel moved forward, almost falling. Jumin was ready to catch him but his security guards— who he didn’t know were in here as well -- caught the redhead helping him get to the couch.

He glanced, seeing there were two more they looked kinda concerned. One of them was rubbing their face, their cheek was red.

“What happened to you?.”

“He crashed into me.”

“Luciel?.”

“Yes sir.”

“You got knocked over by him?.” Jumin was pointing at the redhead who was resting on the couch.

“He was running pretty fast sir…”

Jumin is surprised after running up a 99-floor building that Seven still had the energy to keep running when he reached up here and managed to knock over his security by mistake.

He simply shook his head going over to the kitchen to get Luciel water.

After a while.

Of arguing and bickering.

Jumin found himself in one of Seven's cars. In a suit and tie.

They were going to a restaurant. One of Jumins favorites.

“Remind me again why we’re going again?.” He questions the hacker.

Seven rolled his eyes shooting Jumin a smile.

“To celebrate you idiot. Your birth is one to be celebrated!.” Luciel spoke cheerfully.

“Why?.”

“Because I love you JuJu~ and I want you to enjoy your life!.”

…

Love?.

Jumin was given a tight hug by a certain redhead. Still very much trapped, he could feel Seven's body vibrating against his in happiness.

“I love you JuJu! Holy shit this is awesome! Suck it Yoosung I got a new monitor and not you! HA!.” he cheered childishly sticking his tongue out to the blonde who gave him a hard glare sticking up his middle finger. Luciel laughed, letting go of the CEO running away from the angry blonde.

He was just enjoying his morning coffee…

It was Christmas morning and the RFA had come together at Jumins house to celebrate the holidays.

Jaehee and MC were sitting on the couch watching the two very grown adults run around like toddlers. Laughing. Jumin sips at his coffee, a presence to his right. He glances to see Zen.

“Ryu.”

“Jumin.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“You too.”

“So… He loves you?.”

All Jumin could do was shrug. He didn't understand it himself but he didn't have the heart to mention it to Seven not wanting to embarrass the boy.

Zen never mentioned it afterward.

His body was hot. His face flustered. Body beneath the other.

A low moan left his lips when Luciel thrust into him, both were drunk out of their mind. Note to self never ever allow anyone in the RFA to bring whiskey. Seven buried himself deeply into Jumins hole, all the way to the base of his cock his balls slapping against Jumins ass with each new thrust he gives loving the sweet sounds Jumin makes. Luciel leans forward pressing his lips against the director keeping his rhythm easy for them both.

Jumin ran his fingers through the other's hair gripping those red strands and tugging at them making Luciel moan against his lips. Nipping at Jumins bottom lip.

“Fucking hell Luciel…” he moaned tugging harder at the redhead's hair making him hiss in response his thrust getting quicker.

“Jumin, I Swear keep saying my name like that~,” he growled out, lust filling those honey eyes making something in Jumin crumble.

Kisses and hot frequent touches. Loud and low moans filled the room.

Seven hand was wrapped around Jumins neck as he fucked into him making the bed shake hosting one of the rich man's leg over his shoulders making sure Jumin feels ALL of him.

“I love you,” he whispered, feeling his core tighten as he continued. His eyes trained on Jumin swearing he saw purple hearts in his eyes as he was looking up at the hacker.

Jumin believes he sees red in Sevens as well.

“Luciel…” he choked out his mind foggy from the lack of air. Seven gripped his throat tighter.

“Saeyoung…” Seven replies.

“Wha?.”

“Please… Call me Saeyoung… Scream it, moan it, I don't care, just say please…” Seven pleaded leaning forward, moving Jumins leg down and around his waist once again, his thrust becoming harder hitting Jumins sweet spot countless times. Pulling out beautiful strips of moan from the other male.

He let go of Jumins throat letting him breathe.

“Saeyoung…” Jumin whispers Luciel couldn't help but hide his face against the pillow next to Jumins face as his pace continues. Jumin kept saying it.

His finger dug deep into the hacker's back as Luci forcefully pulled out his moans of pleasure.

“Saeyoung, Saeyoung, Saeyoung!.” he moaned out screaming his name as if it was a prayer Luciel loved and he wanted to keep it.

But what is a drunk man's mind?.

“I love you Jumin.”

They both came. The next morning Luciel made Jumin promise to keep his real name a secret even from their friends.

“I love you.”

“Shut up.” Jumin said, covering Saeyoungs stomach with blood leaking between his fingers. Everything was loud in his ears, the Gunshot still ringing causing static in the air. Everyone was screaming– he wanted them to shut up, he wanted them all gone if they weren't gonna help with the injured member of the RFA.

Seven let out a harsh cough. Blood coming up. Fuck! That wasn't good!.

“For fuck- Yoosung! Where are the Medicis!!!.” Jumin didn't have to take his eyes off Seven to know Yoosung was crying as he was talking to 911.

“Awe you care~...” Seven teased a weak smile on his face, his glasses discarded somewhere broken.

“Don’t joke, right now is not the time. For once just listen to me and shut Up! YOOSUNG!.” he snapped his heart in his throat watching the other man turn pale before his eyes fighting to stay with Jumin.

“They said they're close!.”

“Not good enough! He's losing a lot of blood and dying! Tell them to hurry up!.” Jumin's brain was loud, he remembers having a conversation about this with Seven. Something about trauma– going through a traumatic experience can cause the brain to go into shock and freak out and cause you to not act like yourself – something about adrenaline.

“JuJu.”

“For fuck sake Seven please shut up!.”

“Where Jaehee?.”

“She's escorting the guest outside safely.”

“MC?.”

“Seven I'm begging you.” he started to shake seeing the way Seven was slipping the more he spoke.

“Please Jumin…”

“She's outside, she's safe.”

“Good Good. Where's Zen?...”

Heavy feet came towards them. It was Zen.

Zen crouched down next to Seven body placing his large hands on his face pushing his bangs out of his face.

“I'm right here jester,” Zen spoke in a soft tone. Being the calm to Jumins rageful fear.

“Heh heh. Everyone ok?.”

“Yes… Don't worry Luci just please stop talking and save your strength.” Zen continued stroking the man's face trying to keep him awake.

Jumin pressed harder on the wound making Seven grunt-- good he still felt pain.

“I told you all not to get too close… Not to get attached.” Seven wheezed out. Giving both men a funny smile blood coming out his nose. Jumin feels like he is seconds away from passing out.

Zen let out a wet laugh. “Too bad Jester we love your stupid annoying ass”

Seven looked up to Jumin.

Jumin knew what he was asking.

“Saeyoung live so I can tell you…” he pleaded.

He saw when Seven left, and he heard when the RFA doors burst open with the paramedics.

A loud humming sound was in his ears.

He felt hands on him, multiple. They were pulling him away, pulling him away from Seven— he didn’t want to leave Seven alone!.

So he fought back but the hands kept a firm grip on him arms wrapping around him.

He heard screaming. Agonizing screaming.

It was Jumin.

Cold Jumin Han was screaming… and crying. And Zen continued to hold onto the rich man tightly. Yoosung and Jaehee by their side crying, wrapping all of them in a hug.

They looked like a family.

“You can’t find him at all?…”

“No, sorry Seven…”

“It’s okay Vanderwood…”

The redhead sighed looking out his hospital window.

“Saren was always the faster runner anyway.” He continues, rubbing his stomach absentmindedly where his brother had shot him. Seven saw it as a piece of Saren that he could alway and forever keep now. He hopes the wound never heals.

Seven room door slams open making him and Vanderwood jump in surprise looking at it Vanderwood hand near his hidden taser.

Jumin's hand was over his heart as he panted.

“Damn JuJu you look worse than I do…” Seven says taking in the business man appearance. He looked unorganized, his eyes were colder and more tired, his skin paler— he hasn’t been sleeping or eating.

Jumin head shot towards Seven. The nurses weren’t lying. He was awake.

“What? Saw a gho— ack!.” He grunted, hugging his stomach over the wound where Vanderwood hit him.

“No time for joking, don’t be insensitive now. I understand you don’t like serious conversation or scenes but now is not the time.” Vanderwood scolded. His eyes went on Jumin who was already looking at him.

“Mr. Han.” Vanderwood says simply, crossing his arms.

“And you?.” He acknowledged.

“No one.” Seven and Vanderwood answered together, looking at one another. Vanderwood actually cracked a smile for once at that.

Jumin knew best not to question. If Seven said it as well then it means nothing and might cause issues if Jumin tries to push. The best he does is nod.

Vanderwood stares for a while then sighs.

“I’m gonna go, Seven don’t strain yourself.”

“Yes madam~” he smiled cheekily.

“You’re injured. That doesn’t mean I won’t make it worse.” Vanderwood lightly warned.

“Yes sir.”

“I’m gonna kill this kid.” He mumbled walking past Jumin, shutting the door behind him.

Silence filled the room.

Seven didn’t like it.

“So— how’s business— hey!.” He exclaims being wrapped into a hug. Jumin burying his face into Sevens neck.

“Jumin?.”

“I love you…” Jumin responds quietly so only Seven can hear.

“Jumin—.”

“Shut it… you and that damn motor mouth…”

“…”

“I love you… I love you so much…”

“I love you Saeyoung…”

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antiochean · 2 years

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The way my some of my favorite fiction writing I've ever done is in this Vanderwood POV smut drabble 😐😐😐😐😐😐😐

#wip #my writing #robin.txt

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thesmutlibrary · 2 years

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Hi there! If you’re seeing this post it means you’ve found my little corner of the web where I collect my favorite stories. 99% of them will include smut because hoes are gonna be hoes.

I am always down to read a fic rec and will gladly reblog it here if I enjoy it. All fics will be tagged with both the fandom (IE: #stranger things) and the character (IE: #eddie munson) involved in the story so hopefully I can create an easy to navigate library.

Fandoms that will be included in this blog are:

Stranger Things (Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Hopper, Henry Creel/001/Vecna)

The Mandalorian (Din Djarin, Cobb Vanth)

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Vader)

Star Wars - both the sequels and the prequels (Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Poe Dameron)

The Boys (Homelander, Soldier Boy)

Mystic Messenger (Jumin Han, Jihyun Kim, Saeyoung Choi, Vanderwood)

Possibly Naruto & Bleach (I’m not very involved in these fandoms anymore, but if I find something good I’ll probably reblog.) (Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Obito, Senju Tobirama, Senju Hashirama, Deidara)

Moon Knight (Steve Grant, Mark Spector)

Triple Frontier (Santiago Pope, Frankie “Catfish” Morales)

Marvel (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson)

The Book of Boba Fett (Boba Fett)

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sunlightheidi · 3 years

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4. Vanderwood

3. Yoosung Kim

Masterlist: DRUNKTOBER 2021

Written for #DRUNKTOBER2021, a collaboration with @quirky-and-kind. All fics created will be NSFW and tagged #twalcohol.

Survival has never allowed him to act on his desires, but after meeting you, all he does is want – wants you, wants more, wants impossible things.

He’s hungry for you in a way that he never has been about anything, or anyone else. This heady, tempting thing – he feels almost possessed by it; completely enraptured by its bittersweet intoxication.

He’s barely stepped foot in your apartment before you let him grab at your waist and back you against the wall, dress hiked up around your thighs, as you press a desperate, searing kiss to his mouth, all tongue and teeth and sighs of relief.

Vanderwood moans, hand on the plane of your back, fingers scrambling at your spine before he palms your thigh and slots you flush against his torso with one leg hooked around his waist.

He drops his forehead against yours, your lashes fluttering as he tilts his head, feels the rich and spicy flavor of your breath against his mouth; he hasn’t had alcohol in years, but it is almost as if he’s tasting it straight from your lips.

“You’ve been drinking.” He says. Why?

“I wasn’t sure if I should expect you tonight.” Hesitant fingers play with the tips of his hair – he lets you. I was worried.

“It’s late, you shouldn’t be up.” He can’t look you in the eye. I’m not worth waiting for.

“Then why are you here?” You smirk, reaching out to graze your nails down his side. His defined muscles flex under your touch as he hisses. Your eyes are soft. You are to me.

With a growl, Vanderwood presses closer, hips pinning you in place as his teeth scrape against your lower lip, a gasp that is equal parts pain and pleasure slipping out at the rough treatment. His tongue soothes the sting before sliding between your lips and tracing the roof of your mouth. Body shivering, back arching, hips pressing into his.

“I need you,” you say, words nearly a purr as you speak them into the crook of his neck. “I’d let you fuck me right here.” You grip his arms around your waist and roll your hips, slick center covered in satin gliding along his cock.

“Right here, huh?” he drawls back, one hand flirting with the hem of your dress before sliding beneath the fabric.

It’s all warm skin as he hooks his fingers around your panties, delicate lavender and shimmery soft, and tugs them to the side. Shaky gasps and moans against him as he parts you, circling gently around your opening to coat them in slick before he slips them inside.

He settles on a gentle rhythm – pumps in an out of you slowly and delights in the way you grip at him, nails digging into his arms, your head thrown back in pleasure.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

Your hips roll on their own and he pushes his hand further down, back and forth, catching your clit between his fingers, playing you with practiced ease. He’s greedy for it—all those pretty sounds you make—how you suck in and cry out when he takes you to the edge and lets you go careening into the stars.

You whimper as he removes his fingers, a final touch against your clit before he lifts his hands to your mouth, brushing his fingers, your wetness, against your lips. “Taste.”

You shiver between him and the wall he’s pressed you against, sparkling dark eyes and chest heaving. Without dropping his stare, you part your lips, opening, tongue sliding between his fingers, curling around his knuckle, tasting the tang of your arousal.

“Sweet, aren’t you?”

You hum in acknowledgement, hands reaching up to unbuckle his belt, unbuttoning his pants, gripping onto the waistband as you pull them down his hips. He is already hard, riled up at how desperate you are, how uncontrolled he’s made you.

You guide the head of his cock through your folds, your teeth sinking into your lower lip to keep from groaning when he finally presses inside, bottoming out with one thrust.

“Perfect,” he chuckles, kissing the hollow beneath your ear, his lips warm and damp.

“Vander-,” you mewl. “Vanderwood.” The syllable breaks, your panting coming out in choked babbling.

The pleasure blinds him when you whimper as he drags his cock out, hips gaining speed, knocking the breath from your lungs. He thrusts a little harder, deeper; his grip on your hip tightening, holding your weight as your knees buckle.

His large hand reaches to smooth your hair away, wanting to see your beautiful face screwed up in mind numbing pleasure as he fucks you against the wall.

“Please, please...” You beg, legs shaking.

He’s close. You’re closer.

His fingers squeeze your waist to leave reminders for tomorrow, stills for just a second before the fire stokes higher and hotter. Your fluids coat him, makes it easier, and the thrill of your blissed-out writhing against him is so damn sweet.

You climax with a shout – head thrown back, knees locked and trembling all over and he follows with his teeth sinking into your neck. The rhythm of his hips faltering as he shoves further into you, so deep, fingers spasming against your waist as his cock twitches inside you. The both of you careening right off the edge.

His entire body shakes and quivers, and when the earth shackles itself together again, you’re all he sees.

header created by my churro-loving, midnight soulmate @luxielle | divider by @firefly-graphics

#DRUNKTOBER2021 #DRUNKTOBER #collab #vanderwood mystic messenger #mystic messenger #mysme #mysme vanderwood #mysme vandy #mystic messenger vanderwood #vanderwood smut #Vanderwood x reader #Vanderwood x mc #vanderwood mysme smut #vanderwood mystic messenger smut #lea x heidi #sorry this was late I'm a mess #I am never writing vandy again #I'll leave him to the experts #aka Bee

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thirstyforbishiesimagines · 5 years

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Ngl but Vanderwood from MysMes could taze me and I would say thank you. Kinda disappointed he doesn't have a route. But the man could taze me and I would be happy.

Isn’t he the funniest? And he cares so much for Saeyoung in his own special way! 💜Taser, huh… kinda kinky 😏and his NSFW leather gloves… Imagine those leather gloves… (￢‿￢)

Imagine Vanderwood tying your hands behind your naked back, your cheek pressing up against the wall. The feeling of is leather-covered fingers trail up your inner thigh and you moan with avid pleasure as he stops just at the entrance of your slit. You feel a cool, metallic object at your side and you shiver with desire - anticipating his next move. He groans in your ear, “Ready, Princess?” An electrifying pulse jolts through your body for a second and before you came too, Vanderwood rams his digits into your pussy; finger-fucking you wet cunt until you were undone.

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x mod bambi

#mod chats #imagines #mystic messenger #mysme #smut #vanderwood #vanderwood smut #drabble #random #mod answers #smut imagine

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ilyvanderwood · 1 year

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The so called 'Star of the Show'

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

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

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

Smut under cut <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

*i dont feel like writing the speech*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

wrote this half awake LMAO

Masterlist | Ao3

#vanderwood #vanderwood x mc #vanderwood x reader #smut #vanderwood smut #vanderwood x reader smut #jumin x reader #jumin x mc #jumin han #jumin han x mc #jumin han x reader #jumin han x you #vanderwood x you #mystic messenger #mystic messenger smut

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reifromrfa · 6 years

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Day 3: Small but Mighty

Hey guys! I'd like share this wonderful fic by @a-mess-of-a-princess called Breathe. It's Vanderwood fluff/smut and I think more people should read this :)) Enjoy! 😉

I'll share more fics and hcs for day 3 of Fic Writer's Week! Feel free to tag me in mysme fics you want me to check out/share as well!!! 😄

#ficwritersweek #vanderwood fluff #fic rec #guys you need to read this vandy fluff/smut #vanderwood smut #vanderbae

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thatfanfictionchick · 3 years

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Mystic Messenger Masterlist

Updated 09/06/2023

Miscellaneous

Mysme as Golden Girls quotes

Mysme Song List

Smut [Explicit]

[Kinktober] Biting

Sexy Smackdown

Duties

Mature

Drive by biting

Other

Wake Up Call

707 is a Biter

707 is a Biter, p.2

Take a Break

Make Me

Marry Me

Drive-In Datesaster

Nightmares

why are there no good cg's of vandy whyyy

Smut [Explicit]

[Kinktober] Gloves

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme smut #mysme fluff #mysme 707 #mysme saeyoung #mysme vanderwood #me @ me: you only chose that cg of Seven to get some of his shoulder in there #also me: you don't know okay gosh #anyway you can't find an image that has the whole crew #either it's missing v or saeran or jaehee like what even is this

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michiigii-writes-mysme · 3 years

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My phone autocorrected it into “Clockwarming” and I’m honestly okay with it.

I need to sleep, so I did not read this over. ✨

July 13 - Clockwarming in the Car at the Drive-In Theatre - Vanderwood x MC

She had wanted to be able to spend more time with Vanderwood. He was away on missions so often, they rarely got to meet in person as it was. She had tried so hard to get him to open up to her, and after petitioning for months for him to train her to go on missions, she had been ecstatic when he finally agreed.

But this wasn’t the training she was expecting.

“Remember: not one sound,” he murmured behind her ear, “You need to be perfectly silent.”

Panting lightly, she nodded her understanding, but in the crowded drive-in theatre, it was taking everything in her to stay quiet with his cock completely sheathed inside her.

Sitting in his lap, sandwiched between Vanderwood’s strong, battle-hardened body and the car’s steering wheel, she couldn’t see his face. But she just knew he was grinning sadistically at her. He shifted his weight in the driver’s seat, forcing her to feel him grind into her pussy; she had to bite the leather of the steering wheel to keep from whimpering.

They were watching some kind of action movie; she had forgotten which one. She had been completely oblivious while he had outlined her “training.” All he had told her that evening was that they were going to the drive-in, and she needed to wear a skirt.

“If you come with me on missions, you have to know how to stay hidden,” he said, parking his car in the middle of the lot.

“I can protect myself in a fight,” she pouted, as the lot started to fill with other cars, “Or at least, you could teach me how.”

“That will come in time,” he chuckled, “But first you need to know how to keep under the radar. And one key skill for staying hidden is being quiet. So, for the entire movie, I want you to be completely silent.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“That sounds so easy.”

“Mm, I won’t make it easy.”

“Oh? You promise?”

He had chuckled at that, but merely shrugged in response. He let her get comfortable in the front seat while he held her feet in his lap, massaging them idly while they waited for the movie to start. When the previews began to play on the huge screen, Vanderwood’s hands began to wander up his girlfriend’s legs, rubbing soothingly as they travelled up. When she turned from the screen to make a comment, the sight of him looking directly at her, a single finger on his lips in a shushing motion, made her pause.

Ah…he really meant completely silent.

Well. She would show him.

She pretended not to care as his hands reached the hem of her skirt. She was going to win this training, knowing that he had absolutely no faith that she would succeed. Her eyes were trained on the movie screen, but she could feel his long fingers exploring the fabric of her underwear; with a sly look to the side, she grinned when she saw Vanderwood’s eyebrows shoot up.

Oh, yes. She was wearing a thong.

Vanderwood’s smile turned absolutely feral; with a flurry of movement, suddenly she was in his lap, still facing the screen but now caught in his grasp.

“Good girl,” he whispered approvingly, reaching around to tease her slit, “This makes things that much easier for me. Ah-”

Seeing in the rearview mirror that she was about to speak, he covered her mouth with his free hand to quiet her.

“I said you needed to stay silent. Not me,” he said sternly, pinching her cheek lightly, “This is your only warning.”

She pursed her lips, a little annoyed at the unfairness of it all, but nodded her agreement anyway. Kissing the back of her neck in approval, Vanderwood went back to exploring his girlfriend’s body with his hands.

He didn’t tickle her. That would have been too cheap of a move. No, he slowly palmed every inch of her body, first over her clothing, feeling how the fabric fit against her every curve, discovering where cloth chose to cling and where it stayed loose and moved with his fingers. The movie had already started by the time Vanderwood’s hands had made their way underneath the girl’s clothing. Her body was awake and warm; she wanted more of his touch, but she couldn’t ask for it, whenever she tried to guide his hands, he placed them firmly against the steering wheel.

It was when he started playing with her breasts that their game started to get difficult. She almost squeaked when he started teasing her nipples. Almost. When he began to squeeze and grip her more firmly, she could settle for panting; it was soundless enough that he didn’t declare her training over.

But she was distracted enough that she never heard the fly of his pants open; it wasn’t until he felt his erection against her slit that she realized he was going to change his tactics.

She wanted to prove herself to him. She did not want to fail the training she had begged for.

So when he pulled her onto his cock, burying himself into her inch by inch, stretching her wide and making her take him to the hilt…she gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound.

She tried not to think of how hot he was.

She tried not to focus on how full she felt.

She wished every fibre of her being wasn’t aware that he was pulsing inside of her.

She waited for him to move. She knew if he started thrusting that it would be over for her. She could feel herself dripping around his erection, both of her mouths drooling for him.

She knew she would lose, but she wanted him to move, damn him!

And yet instead, Vanderwood held still. Instead of coupling with her, he held her in his arms, nuzzling the back of her neck and shoulders, kissing what exposed skin he could reach. His hands went back to wandering, slipping underneath her clothing and toying with her. But his hips remained still, and when she tried to move, he held her tightly down, tsk-tsking her efforts to soothe the ache that was growing within her.

“I told you I wouldn’t make this easy for you,” he reminded her in low tones, chuckling when he saw her knuckles whiten as she gripped the steering wheel, “Now, since you’re doing so well, I think I’ll grant you a favour. There’s a sex scene just before the end of this movie. If you’re very, very good…” he licked the shell of her ear and revelled in the way she tightened around him, soundless the whole time, “…we could practice hiding in plain sight, adding our sound to theirs.”

“Do you think you can handle it?”

—fin—

#Summer of Smut #Vanderwood x MC #MysMe Smut #Agent Vanderwood #lime lemon

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