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[ilyvanderwood]

Railing you \(//∇//)\ (MM)

Mystic Messenger Men

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

Vanderwood, Zen, Jumin, Saeran

[juminhandfs]

[clownsheepartsies]

All important things are said in the sunset

This is based on a comfort fanfic of mine, "The Significance of a Grocery List With Everyone’s Favorite Food". Really good shit, is basically a fic centered around Saeyoung and how he navigates his newfound freedom after the events of Saeran´s AE. It has a little Vander7 here and there, with the chapter I based this on being the main one, but ultimately is based around family and domesticity.

Sadly it seems it´s descontinued, I hope not, but even if it is I fully recommend it. 10/10 makes me want more Seven centric fics.

[random-yandere-fandom]

Hello! I don't know if I can req characters from two different series so you can choose whichever you like, I want to req general headcanons of Vanderwood from MysMes/707 is fine too. Also headcanons on Sebastian w/reader that made a contract with him (like Ciel) only for having him do simple things (getting fav foods/clothes, anything reader wants to be spoiled until they die) cus the reader can be independent & smart in handling emergency/serious situation without counting him too much. Thx!

It's been a while since I last wrote for MysMes! I did play it again recently though, so I hope I'm up to the task!

Oh and requesting characters from different shows is totally fine!

I went with a different direction with Sebastian than normally because I felt like it, hope you enjoy~

General yandere Vanderwood headcanons

Type of Yandere: Vanderwood is aware of his feelings, almost scarily so, even if he might not openly share them. His entire identity has been made with mysteries and he is unable to share much personal information thanks to his job at the agency, though I doubt he would do so either way. As a protective yandere he would do anything to make sure to get you out of harms way and thanks to his self awareness he knows he should distance himself, too. It just is unnatural to feel so strongly, to be so desperate to be close to another person, he scares himself with the kind of thoughts that sometimes pop up in his mind. Yes, he has gotten his hands dirty before and he was by no means innocent or naive, but that had always been a part of his work, his personal views however had never been so out of control. All this causes him to distance himself from you, though he does check up on you from time to time to give his mind some rest. Should he find out that you were injured in his absence, that he was unable to protect you? He forces himself back into your life, small at first but sure to ensure your safety from now on.

Love language: Acts of service are a big thing for him. It’s simply calming to him to take care of you, clean your home, make sure you stay hydrated, bringing you blankets when you are cold (or his jacket if you prefer). He might grumble a bit while doing it, saying how he doesn’t want to baby you and that you are a grown adult even though you never asked him to do any of these things, but one small thank you and maybe even a smile if you will should be enough to change his demeanor. You can’t help but notice the content grin that graces his face as he dusts down one of your shelves, you having been seated on the nearby couch and told to rest by the overbearing but somehow cute agent.

Their biggest fear: It isn’t uncommon for Vanderwood to wake up from a nightmare before checking up on you, that you are still there, healthy and happy as you can be. In his dreams he had often seen your death, the agency coming after you because he made some mistake, some slip-up, that made them decide that he deserved some kind of punishment. It always ended the same, you dying right in front of him, whether it be from poison, a knife to the throat or a clean shot. Vanderwood was always unable to reach you in time, mouth refusing to open and warn you, legs refusing to carry him to your side. Helplessness and guilt, in the end he was the one that got you killed, always left him close to tears upon waking up.

Kidnapping: He’d rather not. He is already putting you in enough danger as is and the thought of forcing you out of your home and confining you to an unfamiliar place leaves him guilt ridden for only imagining such a thing. That is not to say that he doesn’t have a safe house somewhere hidden away, though the chance of him using it is slim. Should it ever get so far that he needs to leave to protect you he will do so, if, however, you are in danger yourself, he might move you away by force, his heart heavy that he needs to result to this.

How easy is it to escape?: You might not even be aware of the cameras watching you, blissfully ignorant of the stalker Vanderwood has become. Only later on, when you have already become attached to the agent, will you come to realize that something is off. All you know is that he has a job at a secretive agency and while that might have excused some of his behaviour, you can’t always keep your eyes closed to the truth. Should you then try to get away, scared and unsure of who to trust, I can assure you that Vanderwood is with you in no time. You might start packing or you might leave with barely anything on you, but there is just not enough time before he returns and catches you, conflicted in what to do next. If, say, you had already been moved to the safe house, escape is highly unlikely. The house has locks seemingly everywhere and is in the middle of nowhere, there is just no opportunity to leave.

Punishments: The one in the wrong is without a single shred of doubt Vanderwood, and he is painfully aware of that. The only way this topic would ever come up is if he had to kidnap you and you keep being difficult. Of course he hadn’t anticipated anything else but he only wants to see you safe and might get frustrated over time, no matter how patient he tries to be. Arguing might have been heard from outside if there was anyone near, his voice slowly rising the longer this goes on. He will be on total defense, arms crossed as he tries to explain his reasoning and annoyance slowly building up. He doesn’t want to show it but your words hurt him and sooner than later he will snap, shouting that he is only doing what is best for you and that he won’t stop protecting you before angrily leaving the room. 

Difference to other yanderes: Guilt and shame are common emotions for him. He knew from the beginning, since he started working as an agent, that loving someone is the most selfish thing he can do. Yet, here he is, head over heels for you and ready to abandon everything to be with you. What really differentiates him from others though is that you won’t have any luck with manipulating him with those feelings. Vanderwood already keeps himself in check as much as possible and doing it further just doesn’t work. While it might keep rules lax and you might life a comfortable life should you accept the circumstances, there are things he just won’t budge on, for your safety.

Sebastian with a darling acting independently, despite their contract

With the way his summoning went, because he only ever responds to the desperate call for blood and power, he certainly wasn’t expecting such behaviour. Sebastian remembers all too well the contents of your contract, not at all distant to what his last arrangement had been and with how confidently you had announced your wishes he was sure you were striving for more, human greed being no stranger to you. Certainly, he was bound to you until you’d die of old age and a lot could be done in that time, especially with the demon by your side. As such, his surprise when you seemed to have no further aspirations, no plans to dominate some part of life, was understandably huge.

Of course you gave out regular orders and thanks to his efforts you were now living in what you described as your dream house, clothes and jewelry all being handed to you as you pleased as you only received the best of the best. You also requested of him to cook, his abilities in the area superb as always as he provided you with everything you asked of. The strange thing however, was, that this was it. You let yourself get spoiled, you showed off your your riches when you felt like it, but nothing further.

Sebastian was used to greed, humans exceling in the art of selfishness, but you just stopped. Your hunger filled, no temptations leading you to leaving everything up to your demon, no aspirations to become greater, to want more than what you had. It was strange to know you were content, his power laid to your fingertips and all you needed was to call and yet!- yet you handled every situation with grace, calmly thinking over the options and always seeming to choose the best one. The guy that wouldn’t leave you alone (which made his blood boil, but he wouldn’t dare act until you said so) seemingly disappaered from you life the moment you talked to him for five minutes. The reaper you convinced to leave you two alone, that the contract was legitimate and that Sebastian would pose no problem to them, was another example. Or what about the time you had coordinated an escape for everyone from a burning building, despite the danger to your own life (not that he would ever let something like that happen)?

It was this duality that made him fall for you, that turned his playful flirting into serious attempts to court you. It had taken him some time to notice and especially to accept his own feelings but once done another problem arouse. Not only were you mortal, but you were doomed to die by his hands. Sure, your death itself would be a natural one as had been said, but what could be considered more of a passing than the devoured soul which would rest and dissolve in the pits of his being?

Luckily, you were more than willing to give him free time. Once all your needs were taken care of he could do what he wanted and while he would normally either spend his time with cats or beside you, he now found himself with a new task. He’d find a way to bind you to him, to have your lives intertwined so no one could separate them ever again, not even a death scythe would be able to bring the tow of you apart. You are kind enough not to question his dissappearnces as long as he returned upon your call, believing him to deserve his privacy as you do yours. Sebastian feels conflicted, though. On one hand, he is thankful as he is able to go about his business without your interference or even you ordering to stop, to leave it be, to fulfill the contract and let you take your last breath as he can only watch and cling to your body, cold and empty. On the other hand, and he has the mind to feel embarrassed about this, he wished you’d take an interest, that you’d be as worried about what he does when he is gone as he does for you. That you’d hope for him to return soon and stay a bit longer beside you this time.

In the mean time though, he’ll have to be happy about what he can get and he tells himself that it is also time needed to get accustomed to this feeling. Sebastian had always been the one in control, had always been the one manipulating his masters and holding a sense of superiority above them, no matter how they thought to tie him down like the faithful servant he pretended to be. In the end, he had always been the one with power, the one that actively decided to follow the bids of the other party in favor of gaining something to feast on. Now though, he found himself slipping. Sebastian loves spoiling you, surprising you with ever new creations of dishes just to hear your praise, lingering around you just a bit longer, standing beside you just a bit closer than normal. He showers you in compliments you accept with a smile that would make his cheeks flush if only he were human. He would tear countries apart, kill gods young and old alike if you wished so and yet, so frustratingly, you don’t ask for any of that. And so he has to show his emotions in other ways that are not the ones his kind normally uses and if he is honest to himself, he’d prefer if you would fall for him naturally. It is the first time he has given this type of control over him to anyone and for some reason he finds himself not minding it as much as it should.

Whether you acknowledge his devotion or not is up to you, though you are bound to notice that his desire to serve you is much more than as was written in the contract. Sebastian doesn’t really make a secret out of it either, the most in that direction being calling his jealousy intuition, the other person surely not good enough for your exquisite taste. Even if you decide to ignore him and his overbearing need to, well, you can’t really claim it as anything else other than this, no matter how subtle he may be over this certain aspect, be owned by you, to be the one and only demon that serves you and get you to admit exactly that. Though he has no right to ask more of you, to ask you to depend more on him he still does. In his mind, you will only be his master for so long before you finally stand on equal footing, at least for a bit before he once again takes over. You will be his, then, bound to him for all of eternity as he has planned all this time.

[unwillingwriter]

☆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.

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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.

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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?.

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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.”

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.

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“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.

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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.

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“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…”

[thesoleilla]

Flufftober Day 7: Movie Marathon

Fandom: mystic messenger

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@flufftober

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

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

[psychic-winged-turtle]

My friend and I currently have a Percy Jackson/Mystic Messenger/My Hero Academia crossover rp in which an OC has become a god and is now living through the centuries causing chaos. She recruited some of the MM characters as her followers when they passed away, so they have followed her through the years. She started the quirk wars. Most recently, she killed AfO because he hurt Aizawa at the USJ (Aizawa is her grandson).

I just needed to share this crack with someone.

[antiochean]

Jake: By the way, my mom's probably gonna give you a hard time for being handsome.

Vanderwood: No, she's not. You're insane

Vanderwood on Christmas Eve: Attention C&R Intelligence Unit. Agent requesting urgent rescue at following coordinates

[zennryu]

In your care — 707 x reader

Note: Am I addicted to Saeyoung Choi and the sick reader trope? Yes. Yes I am.

"Y/n?" was all that the members kept asking in the chatroom as they wondered where you went. You were in the middle of explaining the theme for the next party before you just...stopped replying.

"Shit." Seven muttered as he glanced at your passed out body from the cctv. Not even bothering to change from his pajamas and bed hair (or think about the consequences aka Vanderwood), he hurriedly drove to your apartment using the fastest among his babies.

"Y/n..?" he called out once getting inside Rika's apartment only to find your body still passed out in the same place he saw minutes ago.

He rushed to your side immediately checking your pulse and breathing. His moment of relief was short-lasting as he realized you were down with a heavy fever.

Carrying you over to your bed, he immediately looled around your kitchen for anything he could prepare for you before beaming at the sight of cup noodles (yes. thats the best you're going to get from his cooking skills)

"Saeyoung?" you called weakly as you caught a glimpse of a blurry red figure approaching you. "Oh good you're awake. Come on eat up." he motioned as he handed you your cup noodles.

Feeling too tired to eat, you immediately shook your head and covered yourself under the covers. "Agent 606 you need to eat!" he exclaimed.

"Come on~ The world needs your help agent! The plane is gonna crash!" The playfully exclaimed as he motioned the spoon of soup towards you like an airplane.

"Left them all die for all I care!" you whined. "Come on save atleast a few~" he insisted but you kept your mouth shut.

"Muah!"

You felt his lips on your forehead and gaped at him in shock as you felt your jaw drop. Grinning to himself, Seven entered the spoon inside your mouth before lifting your chin to close it. "Mission accomplished agent 606! Good job!"

You felt your cheeks grow warmer as you swallowed the soup.

"I know you're busy Saeyoung. Thanks for taking care of me." you mumbled as Saeyoung lifted the blanket higher to cover your neck.

"You really are...pretty handsome.." you mumbled tiredly as you looked at him one last time before dozing off.

Seven felt his inner programming start to malfunction at your words and suddenly felt his cheeks heat up. Why is it suddenly so hot in here?

.

.

.

"It's cause you have a fever!" you exclaimed as you woke up to a heavily sweating Saeyoung by your side and checked his temperature.

"Wear a mask next time alright!" You exclaimed before letting him lay on your bed.

"Achoo! But then you won't get to see my handsome face!"

[brighteststar707]

Turn It All Back

Part Three of Don't Say My Name

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist | Read on AO3 (Registered users only)

✦ Saeyoung x gn!Reader

✦ Words: 3407

✦ TW: Death mention, destructive anger

“And… what brought you here?” As if he doesn’t know. He can read it off your face. You were there with him at the funeral, were the one to give him the news. You have been watching him with those same eyes since the day he woke up.   “I’m worried about you.”   The real question is how much do you know? What do you see when you look into his eyes? He can’t bear to look at you and find out.

Saeyoung sits at his desk and absentmindedly watches the screens in front of him. One of the monitors is broken, a web of cracks and multicoloured pixels is all that’s left on the screen. He can’t remember the outburst that caused it, only the sick feeling he got when he realised what he had done. He pretends it’s not broken, though, and keeps flitting his eyes from screen to screen, as if he's anticipating a mission that is never coming.  

This has been an increasingly common occurrence over the past few days as the anger inside him has swelled up, taken up all the remaining space in his body, leaving room for little else. It has resulted in small, isolated outbursts like the one that caused him to break the screen. Manifestations of momentary frustration that he cannot contain.

He feels like a time bomb about to go off, the pressure between his ribs threatening to break him at any moment. The funeral was the last straw. When he is not at the hospital, mask all the way up, putting his only real energy into trying to help Saeran, he loses hours to sitting motionlessly, holding himself tense so he doesn’t do something stupid. In the waiting room seats, in the car, at his desk. Even at the funeral.

He has caught himself fantasising about revenge lately. It is temptingly easy. He'd go quiet for a few days, abduct Rika before she can be sent anywhere out of reach. He would finally be able to ask her all the questions that had been raging in him for so long. He'd deliver justice. Then, he'd finally be free. Or so he tries to believe.

With everyone at fault gone or out of reach, he is the only one his anger has left to hurt. This is the closest thing to catharsis he can picture.

He had seen her at the funeral today. Intentional or otherwise, there was always someone standing between them, keeping them a safe distance apart. He wonders if it was your doing, or perhaps Jumin had been more attentive than Saeyoung had given him credit for. She had been staring at V's picture, oblivious to everyone around her. In a world of her own grief.

It doesn’t take long before his fantasies are interrupted by the more rational side of him that knows that revenge in this form really won’t make things any better. Even if she spoke to him, he doubts anything she would say could make any difference. Killing her would just put more blood on his hands, make him feel more like a monster than he already does.

The robotic voice of his security system suddenly announces a visitor, pulling him from his train of thought. He doesn't care enough to get up. Whoever managed to get through the front gate will just have to come find him themselves if they really want to. It's probably Vanderwood anyway, here to pick up something he forgot.

He was not expecting your voice to ring through the house.

“Saeyoung?”

He straightens up suddenly, wincing when he jostles his arm the wrong way. He scrabbles for the alarm remote to turn it off. Gingerly, he gets up from his chair and rolls out his shoulders, as if it’s going to do anything to ease the tension there. He is equal parts thrilled to see you and anxious to keep you away from him as much as possible.

“I’m here,” he says as he comes out into the living room. It’s a mess. Besides going without Vanderwood’s regular cleanings (Saeyoung does not have the presence of mind to attempt it himself yet), there is more proof of his declining mental state here too. A broken figurine, the robo-dog looking worse for wear after getting in his way. Old takeout containers sitting by the front door. He hopes you won’t see any more of these traces through the house before he can set them right.

You’re already there, waiting for him in the middle of the room. There is a strange dissonance in seeing you here under the fluorescents. He has come to associate you with warmth and comfort, starry skies and sun coming in through the windows. The real, the beautiful. There is nothing in this house that is real (not in the way that it relates to him), much less beautiful.

You take him in slowly. For the first time, he feels self-conscious of how poorly he has been taking care of himself. His clothes are crumpled (he hasn’t gotten changed since getting back from the funeral), his hair is a mess. He knows he has dark circles and he can’t remember the last real meal he ate. Belatedly, he notices he is still holding the remote.

“How did you get in?” He asks to try and deflect your attention away from him.   

“Vanderwood lent me their dictionary. Turns out my Arabic isn’t too bad.” 

He assumes that Vanderwood also gave you the address. Traitor.  

“And… what brought you here?” As if he doesn’t know. He can read it off your face. You were there with him at the funeral, were the one to give him the news. You have been watching him with those same eyes since the day he woke up.  

“I’m worried about you.”  

The real question is how much do you know? What do you see when you look into his eyes? He can’t bear to look at you and find out. He does what he knows best instead.  

“Oh, this?” He gestures vaguely to himself and the space around them, “It’s better than it looks, I promise. It’s just with Saeran… ah… you know how I get.” 

“Saeyoung.” 

“Please,” and now his voice is pleading. More desperate than he wanted it to sound. Please let it go, he thinks, I can’t talk about it or I’ll shatter. “I’m fine.” 

“Fine?” You echo. His pupils are big and dark, all but swallowing up his irises. He looks possessed. “I thought we promised that we’d tell each other the truth.” 

The memory hurts. It’s bright, coloured in a happiness that seems almost unreachable to him now. He will be the first to admit that he has fallen into old habits, keeping you just out of reach for your own safety. And he hates it. Now that he has grown used to the comfort you bring, he hates to be apart from you. It’s just that lately he has been afraid of exploding and hurting everyone around him. His roughest edges are out on show, and he is barely keeping them contained. He'd rather he be the only person he hurts.

So, he deflects again.

“You… don’t want to know what I’m thinking.”  

“Bullshit.” 

He looks surprised. You’ve never spoken to him this way before. But this isn’t the time for delicate approaches. He will take any out you give him. 

You know full well that the funeral was the last drop in the bucket that was on the brink of overflowing. You had caught the sharpness to his words, the way he kept his hands clenched into fists to keep them from shaking earlier today. And that terrible stillness. That’s the biggest tell. As if someone has robbed him of his essence and left behind an eerie impostor.

Opposite you, his demeanour has shifted. He has squared off his shoulders as if he is preparing for an attack. “Fine. I don’t want you to know. It’s… ugly,” he says.

“That excuse has never worked on me before. I want to know what you’re feeling and thinking, regardless of how bad it is. How am I supposed to support you if you won’t let me in?” 

He doesn’t say anything, just watches you stubbornly.  

More softly, you add, “you know I’m not going to think less of you for what you’re thinking, right?” 

In theory, he does. He has come to trust you completely. It’s still hard to believe in practice, though. Being in his own head so much lately has made it hard to imagine that you wouldn’t be disappointed in him, or worse, repulsed by what he has become. He doesn’t know what will become of him if he ever lets go of his building anger completely.

God, does he wants to, though. There is a part of him that wants to put himself in your hands and trust that you’ll know how to help him. It’s almost a relief that you were stubborn enough to come and find him yourself . He loves and hates that you would chase him down just to break down his walls, over and over again. 

He knows just by looking at you that you’re not going to give up. And in that moment, he has to trust that you are as strong as you have proven to be so far. That you will catch him if he crumbles.

“What… do you want to know?” He finally says. His posture relaxes slightly, his eyes not empty but fearful, as if even he doesn’t know what is coming next.  

“What are you thinking?” 

“I… I don’t –” It dies in his throat. It’s nothing coherent. A hot, restless fury, fantasies of blood and revenge and the inescapable reality of the damage that has been inflicted. 

“Okay, then let’s talk about Saeran instead. How is his treatment going?”  

He deflates a little bit. You know him too well. The details of Saeran’s care are imprinted on his brain, and they start to tumble out of his mouth without needing any more prompting.  

"It's not. He is resisting treatment; the doctors don't know what to do with him. He won't talk to me and he- " his breath catches when he thinks about how broken he looked the last time he saw him. Not just physically, but mentally too. The emptiness in his eyes as he watches the clouds passing by his window. “The doctors say that his condition indicates years of drug use.” He grits his teeth. “Years.”  

The anger that had temporarily subsided in your presence flares up again. It fills his lungs and burns his throat as the memories come all at once. That list of chemicals, the blue substance they discovered after raiding the Mint Eye compound. The side effects, the withdrawal symptoms. The testimonies of former cult members coming out every day – the ceremonies and the punishments. His brother’s eyes, icy mint where they were once warm amber.  

He instinctively wants to put it out, change the subject before he can’t breathe anymore and his heart starts to hammer too hard. At the back of his throat, it all builds up, begging to be let out. It's too much.

You’re looking at him encouragingly, urging him to push through it. So, he lets the spark catch. The more painful realisations start to come out, and these hurt more to say.

“They forced that stuff on him for years and put him through hell. They lied to me, sent me those pictures to keep me quiet while they abused him! It was never supposed to be this way!”

His voice is already getting louder, but you don’t flinch, so he doesn’t try to stop it. He hasn’t said any of this out loud yet, and in a way, this feels more like a way for him to untangle the mess in his mind than it is to answer your question. You let him talk regardless.

 “V spoke to me almost every day and he never told me how bad things were! He told me to defend the RFA against the hacker! He knew who I was fighting and did it anyway! How DARE he!” Every time he says V’s name, it’s with venom.  "I might have made things worse for Saeran by just-" His voice gives out before he can finish.

He doesn't fight against the memories that resurface.

Saeran’s skills at hacking, the years it must have taken, the toll it took on his health. That keyboard at the compound, the letters on the keys long since rubbed away from use.  The list of injuries he sustained, old scars and new bruises, the chronic malnutrition and lack of sleep, and – somehow the most offensive – the extensive scarring around his wrists and ankles from being physically restrained.

Blood is pounding in his ears. He wants to scream, to sob for every second Saeran had to endure in that place. It is impossible to think clearly when all he can hear is his heart racing and all he can see when he closes his eyes is the pain and regret in V’s eyes when they were back in that cell. It wasn’t enough, and it is all he will ever get. 

“This was supposed to be the beginning. We were supposed to be free. But how am I supposed to live with his fingerprints on everything in our lives? I go into Saeran’s hospital room every single day and he threatens to kill me. How am I supposed to move on?” He says that last part mockingly, echoing what one of his doctors had told him before he was discharged. “He let Saeran be tortured! Who gave him the right to meddle in our lives? We were kids!”

In that moment, his fury feels inescapable. Embedded in his flesh, impossible to separate from himself without turning into a bloodied wreck.

“You asked me what I have been thinking recently? I wish I was the one to kill him. I wish I could have ruined him exactly how he ruined us. I wish I could show him what any father of mine truly deserves.”

It’s all too much, it needs to get out out out before it chokes him.

He hears the plastic of the remote cracking against the floor and then feels it under his heel as he grinds it into the tiles. It takes a second for his mind to catch up.

He looks back to you suddenly, expecting the worst, shame already clawing at his insides. He is already looking for any trace of disgust on your face, or worse, fear. But you only look mildly surprised.

“Saeyoung, you’re crying.”

He touches a hand to his cheek to find that it’s wet. How long has he been crying for? He isn’t sure. You reach out to cup his cheek. The tenderness in your eyes makes him feel brittle, on the brink of shattering.

He takes a ragged breath and then says, “That boy… in the pictures… that was who Saeran was supposed to be. Happy, in the sun. Carefree. Now, he might never -” he doesn't want to finish that thought. Shakily, he continues, "I was the one supposed to suffer for us. He should never have known this kind of life even existed."

You intervene, meaning to stop him before he can follow that line of thinking further. You clasp his hand in yours, try to straighten out his fingers, warm them up in your own (they're uncharacteristically cold).

"The responsibility of saving yourself and your brother should not have fallen solely on you. They should have protected you too," you continue.

He goes cold. Your statement tugs at something in him. A feeling so old it is etched into his bones, remembering it sends a dull ache through his body. It’s more instinctive than a clear memory he can define.

When he was young, there must have been a moment where he had wished that he didn’t have to hurt so much to keep Saeran safe. But that thought might as well have been sacrilege. He quickly repressed it, put it somewhere far out of reach, and grew around it.

But the way you've put it, so matter-of-factly, without any space for doubt, has unearthed that feeling, brought it back with a renewed strength, made it impossible to ignore.

His anger so far has felt overwhelming, too complicated to handle. This anger is simple. Childlike, almost.

He is Luciel, naming himself after the devil, and nobody intervenes. He is told that he has to do work - commit crimes - to earn money (he would only learn of V's personal riches later on in life and never connect the dots). He brings down international servers at the age of fourteen, because he'd rather be a criminal than watch his brother go hungry again. Nobody intervenes.

He is Agent 707, aged sixteen, fresh out of agency training, body aching and mind wiped blank. He is breaking codes he didn't know he had until it was too late, crossing lines that he never had the luxury of setting. Killing someone for the first time, taking on assignments without knowing who he is serving. Begging V and Rika, the only people he trusts in the world, for any indication that he is doing this for something greater than  himself, because the concept of himself as a person is fading further every day.  

He had always taken these struggles as a necessity, the sacrifices he has to make to keep his brother safe. He trusted V and Rika to guide him in the right direction, to know better than he did. They told him the agency was his best option, so he took it without question.

It’s only in hindsight that he realises just how much of himself he lost to that decision.

It’s in the knowledge that, despite being unconscious at the time, he can picture exactly how Saeran felt on that fateful day at Mint Eye. The cold metal, clasped in his hands. The shot, the recoil, the ringing in his ears. That momentary sense of relief, because he had bought himself more time, immediately followed by the sick seeping sense of guilt at what he’d done. He has been there many times himself. It is a feeling he’d do anything to take off of Saeran’s hands.

Again, more muted this time, he feels that surge of anger through his body, wishing he could pull V out of hell now and squeeze the life out of him himself and save Saeran that pain, at least.

There is a child in him, begging to be heard, wondering if he really was deserving of better. For the first time, he listens.

He inhales sharply through his teeth. "If I believe that then..."

"Then everything else falls apart," you finish.

If, he said. But it has already taken a hold in his head. The belated frustration he is feeling on his own behalf, the way his past memories are being tainted. And, yes, it all falls apart.

His voice is fragile, the question devastating in its simplicity. “Why? What did we do?”

The fight has left him. The anger has forced its way out and has left him raw and tired. With no defensive buffer, there is only the pain left to feel. You reach for his other hand and guide him to the sofa with you. He sinks into it warily and melts at your touch.

You give his hands a squeeze. “You didn’t deserve it.”       

“There’s so much… where do I put it all? I can’t get away from it… I can’t let it go. It’s ruining me.”

“I don't know. There isn't an easy way out. But allowing yourself to feel the things you're feeling is better than the alternative. You can’t hurt yourself forever. I won’t let you.”

He lets that sink in. You wrap your arms around him and he allows himself to feel small for a moment. He can feel the breath you take before you speak again.

“You know I’m always here to catch you, right?” 

And for the first time, he does completely.

You comb your fingers through his hair. He takes a breath, then another. Each one hurts, but it feels good to focus his energy on one action.

You both know that this isn’t the end. That this isn’t the last time this conversation will have to happen, but he feels a certain relief in knowing that he made it through this one. That you will be here to hold him through the next one and the one after that. Maybe it won’t kill him and maybe he doesn’t have to become a monster consumed by it.

He can only hang on for a day when he isn’t ruined by everything he has lost and suffered.

[asterjennifer]

I read your Suit SaeranxMC ask where MC was almost kidnapped and Suit lost his shit and was wondering: we know Seven has enemies, hell his own father wants him dead

What would happen if MC was in a similar situation but Seven saved her at the last second?

🎀 Interesting take on, my dear! 🎀

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Hands down

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: 707 x Reader

Category: Angst (Fluff)

Warnings: Attempt Kidnapping

Word count: 1579

Summary: Cold shoulder doesn't imply no rescue when it comes down to it.

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His sweat was running; his hands burned the metal he'd taken from the back of his car after arriving in more than a hurry. He'd told you to stay in the apartment for your own safety, considering there's not only the face of his brother being part of the opponent group who guided you to the RFA. Ever since leaving behind Vanderwood at his bunker, Saeyoung had been standing on hot coals with their wellbeing. So why couldn't you simply listen when telling you're in great danger? Even more so than before?

Was it curiosity, perhaps it's anticipation to cope with the fact of him snapping at you. And there you disobeyed either way; leaving the walls once he's out in order to gather needed equipment for his research. It's no surprise as he should've known you're owning a talent for causing problems by now. However, he'd not figured you're that tired of life by discharging his warnings. The moment he realized that the car in front of the apartment was not just familiar in brand, but also one he's well acquainted with ever since joining the agency unwillingly, the panic set in. With speed of light he chased down the stairs, knowing exactly what would happen if he's incapable of rescuing you.

These hackers knew even less fun than most of his place. It's his luck for having not only his gun, the taser was hanging at his left side of the belt. Like this he was confident of beating at least five people if managing the defense well. He pushed the doors open, only to be greeted by covered faces that all stared back at the nosie. The shot rang through his ears like a tinnitus; catching too much attention. One of the three guys still holding your unconscious body, ready to be thrown into the trunk. Saeyoung couldn't think; all he's able to see was red and feel the fire that's usually kept in place burn down his body. He lifted the gun, pointing it at the unknown man holding you up.

“You better buckle up and give her back if you wanna walk away alive from this godforsaken place!”

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You've woken up with a pounding headache. Growling low in the back of your throat as the light from above burned through your eyelids, forcing you to turn around to the side. Your body ached and it let you hiss out in pain. Not sure what's going on; you blinked reluctantly until you're making out the color of the walls belonging to the former RFA leader. Seems you're back at the apartment already. You pulled your legs higher while grabbing harder at the soft blankets.

You couldn't remember anything, the last thing flashing into your mind had been how you checked your pockets to ensure you've put your phone away. Ready to leave and get something to eat for Saeoyung and yourself after his hard work. Depsite him treating you coldly, you're not about to let him starve the whole day. Least of all when still feeling painful for his situation, you understood he's pained and needed time to recover and process everything that took place in such a short period of time.

“Ngh… Ugh.”

You sighed annoyed at the scratching pain inside your brain. Frowing your brows together, you turned to the other side and find the surroundings mostly empty. Regardless, Saeyoung stood with the back to you at the kitchen counter, his body crouched a little with his eyes focusing onto he sink. What's with that posture, you thought as suspicions began creeping up your spine. You licked your dry lips; eyes snapping open wide by the taste of blood. You immediately lifted your index finger to the skin, and indeed, your lip must've split.

“Saeyoung…?”

Scared of the thick and gloomy air, you called out for the redhead. His shoulders stiffened up and he grazed your eyes briefly over his shoulder before going back to whatever he's doing over at the other side of the room.

“Don't. Just be quiet.”

The bitter tone left guilt laying heavy in your stomach, twisting your guts until the bed's uncomfortable under your weight. You didn't know what to say since you're unaware what happened, did you fell down and ended up unconscious? Have you perhaps fainted from the lack of exercise? Almost impossible, you're in good shape lately, thus simply blacking out made no sense. You shook your head unaware.

“What happened…?”

He exhaled sharp through his nose; now it's confirmed to you. He was angry. Or maybe even more pissed, for that matter.

“I told you not to leave the damn apartment!”

He hissed back, pulling a white fabric higher and lowering it back down out of your sight. A silent gasp escaped you; it's a bandage.

“I… Did you got hurt?”

You asked worried for his condition. Saeyoung never made the impression of caring for his own health, now you were concerned something injured him instead. The hacker glossed over the question by using the silent treatment at you. Your fingers scratched at the mattress restlessly; what now? Should you keep prying or rather leave him be until he's talking voluntarily? No, you closed your eyes once your world started spinning. It's very likely he's not going to enlighten you by himself. Therefore you cleared your dry throat.

“Have I done something, Saeyoung? It's scary not knowing what happened… Can you please tell me?”

It sounded like pleading in your own ears, not that you would bring the effort to care. The redhead then finally turned back around, his arms covered by the thick jacket again. Letting you continue speculate if he got hurt or not. He carried a glass of water and a plate with selfmade sandwich over, much to your surprise.

“You don't remember?”

He asked while placing food and water down at the nightstand. Seeing you shake your head helplessly.

“Good. Then you don't need to know.”

Not even remotely the answer you've been praying for. You sat up slowly because your body didn't allow you going any faster, unless you would've wanted stringing pain to cruise through your veins.

“Saeyoung… What are you talking about?”

“I told you I have enemies and you're absolutely not safe with me.”

He lectured you for the countless time; amber eyes grounded and hard when looking at you.

“Let this be a lesson, for fuck's sake… You're so damn lucky I noticed early enough.”

Your frown grew deeper as you're not sure what he's referring to. With the back to the wall, you placed both hands next to your mushy body. His expression stayed emotionless; lips pressed into a thin line and only his forehead wrinkled lightly to show his frustration. You titled your head.

“I don't know what happened but… I'm sorry.”

You then turned away your head, facing the floor.

“I didn't mean to cause problems again. But I hope you know that's not your fault.”

For a moment silence filled the air until the hot water rose into the corners of your irritated eyes.

“I like you and I don't want to be a burden. But I also don't wanna leave you.”

The shift of the mattress caught you off guard, jerking up your arm in reflex. He sat at edge while rubbing his face with both hands. The lump blocking the access to the already uneasy air didn't help staying calm.

“You still don't get it. What am I supposed to do.”

The regretful tone of his normally powerful voice caused the tears to run down your cheeks. First hesitant, your hand reached out and came to lay at his shoulder. Thankfully he didn't slap it away or anything, on the contrary. When paying close attention you noticed he unconsciously leaned into your touch.

“Please just… let me be with you. I'm not scared of anything that could happen. I know you protect me, Saeyoung.”

You tried again to convince him about your loyalty. It's the truth anyway, you did want to stay by his side no matter what pain or truth would occur; nothing could change your mind about being close to him. You simply desired for him to finally accept the stubborn albeit determined decision you'd made a while ago. You squeezed his shoulder gently and he stood up shortly afterwards.

“Eat and drink something, please.”

He pointed to the food.

“What about you?”

“I took care already. Start worrying about yourself first…!”

You hummed softly, watching him pull his jacket tighter as he's seeking your eyes again. And this time you saw the entire worry glittering over them.

“If you still think this way after everything is over… Maybe I'm willing to share what happened. For now you need to recover so stop asking questions and rest.”

With that he went back to the space on the floor he'd taken the first day he arrived in order to finish the remanding parts of the job. You pulled the blankets once more; gazing at the many wrinkles it brought. There's not much else to do for now, best would be listening to his words and eat. Although feel stomach's still a little heavy, you did felt hungry.

“Okay. Thank you Saeyoung.”

Your words made him look up when placing the big headphones over his head. His features softened due to your kindhearted gratitude, you both knew.

“Yeah… Whatever. Just don't leave this place without me again.”

“I promise.”

[ilyvanderwood]

The so called 'Star of the Show'

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

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

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

Smut under cut <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

*i dont feel like writing the speech*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

wrote this half awake LMAO

Masterlist | Ao3

[undatablebracket]

OUTDATED POST

Last updated 8/18/23, please check the bracket posts for the most up-to-date competitor list.

Sorted alphabetically by game for easy searching.

These are (almost) all of the bracket participants! There are a few who are still up in the air. Please do not get upset with me if your blorbo did not qualify; I did my best to research each game I was unfamiliar with. The most common reason for a character to be disqualified was being from a game without any romance at all.

Note that some of these may be removed, as my attempts at research may not have been sufficient.

Madoka Aoyagi from Aokana Four Rhythms Across the Blue

Reiko Satou from Aokana Four Rhythms Across the Blue

Nahara from The Arcana

Nazali from The Arcana

Nasmira from The Arcana

Natiqa from The Arcana

Brasidas from Assassin's Creed: Odyssey

Soma Jarlskona from Assassin's Creed: Valhalla

Alfira from Baldur's Gate 3

Volo from Baldur's Gate 3

Mallory from Black Closet

oniontheif from Blooming Panic: Full Bloom Edition

Mossie from Cattails

Guinevere from Code: Realize

Kotoho Sakuragawa from collar x malice

Antonio from Coral Island

Helene Leventis from Crown and the Flame - Choices (mobile app)

Owen Herriot from Cupid Parasite

Viktor Vector from Cyberpunk 2077

Johnny Silverhand from Cyberpunk 2077

Goro Takemura from Cyberpunk 2077

Mayor Mingus from Dialtown

Jerry from Dialtown

Pierre from Dialtown

Monika from Doki Doki Literature Club

The Arishok from Dragon Age 2

Varric Tethras from Dragon Age 2

Avaline Vallen from Dragon Age 2

Vivienne de Fer from Dragon Age Inquisition

Cole from Dragon Age Inquisiton

Scout Lace Harding from Dragon Age: Inquisition

Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi from Dragon Age: Inquisition

Sten from Dragon Age: Origins

Quizzmaster Quinn from Dream Daddy

Morgott the Grace-Given from Elden Ring

Matthew Gursky from Emily is Away

Magnolia from Fallout 4

Nick Valentine from Fallout 4

Phila from Fire Emblem Awakening

The Gatekeeper from Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Hypnos from Hades

Orpheus and Eurydice from Hades

Chaos from Hades

Charon from Hades

Sisyphus from Hades

Alecto from Hades

Azami Koshiba from Hatoful Boyfriend

Blanc Lapin from Ikemen Revolution

Lyla Park from Life is Strange 2

Kyousuke Natsume from Little Busters!

Javik from Mass Effect

Urdnot Wrex from Mass Effect

Zaeed Massani from Mass Effect

Mordin Solus from Mass Effect 2 & 3

The Illusive Man from Mass Effect 2 + 3

Samara from Mass Effect 2, Mass Effect 3

Evfra de Tershaav from Mass Effect Andromeda

Zevin Raeka from Mass Effect Andromeda

Jeff "Joker" Moreau from Mass Effect trilogy

Moss Mann from Monster camp

Gerard from Monster Camp and Monster Roadtrip

Tate from Monster Prom

Sadie from Monster Prom 3: Road Trip and Monster Prom 2: Camp

Jerry the Murderer from Monster Prom series

Mali from My Time at Portia

Jaehee Kang from Mystic Messenger

Vanderwood from Mystic Messenger

Shinbi from Nameless (the one thing you must recall)

Soi from Nameless (the one thing you must recall)

Thirteen from Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All

Aurora Emery from Open Heart - Choices

Jeremy King from Our Life: Beginning & Always

Miranda from Our Life: Beginnings & Always

Terry from Our Life: Beginnings & Always

Rio Iwasaki from Persona 3 Portable

Junpei Iori from Persona 3 Portable

Yosuke Hanamura from Persona 4

Kanji Tatsumi from Persona 4

Goro Akechi from Persona 5

Yusuke Kitagawa from Persona 5

Ryūji Sakamoto from Persona 5

Eothas from Pillars of Eternity II: Deadfire

Grim from Romancelvania

Gaius from Rune Factory 3

Illuminata from Rune Factory 4

Porcoline Tulle De Saint-Coquille from rune factory 4

Ventuswill from Rune Factory 4

Lin Fa from Rune Factory 4

Volkanon from Rune Factory 4

Terry from Rune Factory 5

Malix from Seduce Me the Otome

Halek Prince from Shepherds of Haven

Bao-Dur from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords

Clint from Stardew ValleyGus from Stardew Valley

Jodi from Stardew Valley

Kent from Stardew Valley

Krobus from Stardew Valley

Linus from Stardew Valley

Marnie from Stardew Valley

Mayor Lewis from Stardew Valley

Sandy from Stardew Valley

Robin from Stardew Valley

The Wizard (aka. M. Rasmodius) from Stardew Valley

Clemens from Story of Seasons Pioneers of Olive Town

Jacopo from Story of Seasons Pioneers of Olive Town

Karina from Story of Seasons Pioneers of Olive Town

Flora from Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life

Lars from Story of Seasons Pioneers of Olive Town

Brynjolf from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Cicero from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Erandur from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Faendal from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Hadvar from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

J'zargo from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Miraak from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Seranna from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Teldryn Sero from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Ondolemar from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Olivia Vanderwall Nevrakis from The Royal Romance - Choices

Iorveth from The Witcher 2

Vernon Roche from The Witcher 2

Julian Alfred Pankratz (Dandelion/Jaskier) from The Witcher 3

Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy from The Witcher 3

Karen Hanatsubaki from Tokimeki Memorial Girl's Side 3

Arihiko Inui from Tsukihime

Yumizuka Satsuki from Tsukihime

Alicia Rosales from XOXO Droplets

[midnight-talescape]

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.

[clownsheepartsies]

Role swap AU! Baehee x 707

In this universe Jaehee is a secret agent specializing in field jobs and targets. I have no idea if someone as dutiful as Jaehee would even be in the RFA and now I'm realizing that she fits better in a Jaehee x Vanderwood situation-----

You know what ignore what's on the drawing, this is a Jaehee x Vanderwood swap because that makes more sense--

All in all this was just an excuse to draw Jaehee with a gun ;)

[anne-chloe]

Agent 666

Mystic Messenger

Seven/707 x F!Agent!Reader

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

Alternative Title: Rival

“Agent 707.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he couldn’t help his curiosity.

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

Seven shook his head slowly. “No…”

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

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

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

…

“Did you hear?”

“About what?”

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

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

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

“Excuse me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s really good, you know?”

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

Seven stiffened at the very idea. “What?”

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

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

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