#another thing i love is how the mafia au subtly hints at things

[amykiriwosdefenselawyer]

Is nobody gonna mention the first villain we see in the Mafia AU isn't Baal or Kiriwo but Maemaro, the sixth finger?

What a pleasant surprise!

Bro is GORGEOUS too like that design is just. Yes. Epic cowboy

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[rocorambles]

Kinktober Day 9: Brat Taming

Pairing: Matsukawa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, Toxic Relationships, NSFW, Non-Con, Whipping, Degradation, Mafia AU

Author’s Note: This could be considered as being part of the same AU as my Mafia Oikawa fic, but can also be read alone! Link to the Yandere Mafia Oikawa fic here. 

It’s amazing how much Oikawa let you get away with. Matsukawa can’t even remember a time where you showed even a hint of fear despite being surrounded by men who could kill you in a matter of seconds, who could torture you until you wished you were dead. You’ve always just been attached to Oikawa at the hip, hanging off his arms at events, sitting in his lap during meetings. And he doesn’t think Oikawa is really capable of love, but whatever you two had was as close to the sickening L word as possible when you’re part of the mafia. 

Matsukawa had seen you as merely eye candy in the beginning when Oikawa had one day introduced you to everyone and he had brushed you off as just another plaything for the boss to toy around with until it broke. But then months passed and then years and you were still around, brazen in your attitude, sharp with your words, mocking with your actions. Overall, just a brat. And yet it seemed that no matter what you did or what you said, no matter the chaos you caused internally, no matter the outright disrespect you showed to Oikawa, the brunette just waved it off, laughing the overall tension away. Sure, you were “punished” from time to time, but when your punishments just ended with your pleasured screams and you proudly displaying your new love marks to everyone the next day, it was hard to take them seriously. 

He wondered if Oikawa was becoming soft, weak, but he didn’t question the man. He’d stood by his side far too long to turn his back on him now and he thanks whoever’s listening that he decided to stay loyal when he accidentally walks in on the two of you while he’s on his way to deliver a message to Oikawa. And if he thought you were attractive before, the sight of your wanton face full of lust as Oikawa penetrates you over and over again is seared into his brain now. He knows he should immediately turn and leave, come back later, but he’s rooted to the spot and he can feel his cock twitch as he fully takes in your lewd moans and before he realizes it, his hand is palming his bulge and that’s the exact moment you decide to turn your head and he freezes as the two of you make eye contact through the gap of the ajar door. 

Reality and common sense finally come crashing down on him as he swiftly escapes and in the privacy of his room he roughly shoves his pants and boxers down, hurriedly rubbing himself off to the mental picture of your naked body lewdly arching as if it were begging for more, putting itself on display for its owner and as thick spurts spill all over his hand, he wonders what it would be like to be the one who owned you. 

It’s just a thought he had in a moment of passion, he reasons to himself. There’s no way he’d take you right from under Oikawa’s nose. And so he ignores you. Or at least he tries to. But maybe you’ve been hanging around Oikawa for far too long, maybe that’s how you’ve become so relentless and unknowing of when to stop with your brattiness and teasing. And Matsukawa grits his teeth as you purposefully seek his gaze, languidly and sensually licking and sucking anything your mouth can get a hold of while you stare at him, subtly touching yourself and moaning like a whore whenever he’s nearby. But the breaking point is when he’s seated across from Oikawa and you at dinner one day and he stiffens in shock when he feels something grinding against his groin. He subtly looks under the tablecloth and something begins to burn hot and heavy inside of him when he sees your silky stocking clad feet playing with him, fondling his rapidly hardening cock, and suddenly it’s your turn to stiffen in shock when he menacingly smiles at you. Excitement builds inside of him at the fear in your eyes as you immediately retract your legs and sink deeper into Oikawa’s hold on you.

Interesting. Looks like you could be tamed after all. 

Matsukawa plays the long game and he waits and waits until finally one night, after a successful raid that he’s led, a drunk and high Oikawa slaps him hard on the back in congratulations, asking him what he wants as a reward. And he takes a deep breath before determinedly asking for a taste of you. 

The room freezes and for a second his life flashes before his eyes, but when Oikawa merely shrugs his shoulders and tells him that you’ll be waiting in his bed tonight (after all, you’re a small price to pay for a life-long friend, someone he considers a brother), he pins you down with a triumphant grin that twists into something more feral at the panic racing through your eyes.

He thinks it’s adorable that even when you’re cornered and trapped, you try to put up a strong front, throwing coy words at him as you seductively posture yourself on his bed and only the slight tremor in your voice gives any indication of the true fear coursing through you. 

“Aww did you get tired of just imagining me? How many times did you jack off to the memory of Oikawa fucking me while you stood there watching like a creep? Come on. Let’s get this over with. I bet you’ll cum just from sticking your tip in me.”

Clearly you’ve let the heady power of being Oikawa’s favorite toy get to you, trick you into thinking you’re untouchable. Oh how wrong you are and Matsukawa enjoys the thrill he feels as realization slowly but surely sinks into you when he roughly flips you onto your stomach and removes his belt and all that fills the room are your agonized screams mixed with the slicing of air as leather whips down on you leaving bright red welts in their wake. He doesn’t stop until your lungs and hoarse throat won’t even allow you the luxury of voicing your pain and when you’re finally silent he slides a hand under your chin and forces you to look up at him.

Hmm. Looks like you have a bit more training to go through to tame the fire he still sees flaring within you, but you’re getting there. And he smiles as you remain silent despite the hate radiating in your eyes as he purposefully digs his blunt nails into the painful lash marks on your soft skin. 

So maybe he’s gone a bit overboard, but really you only have yourself to blame. Matsukawa has always been thorough and you just have so many rebellious quirks he needs to force back into shape. Luckily for you, he’s a patient man who never leaves a project unfinished and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy how resistant you are. There’s just something about you that makes him want to break you to pieces and rebuild you into the perfect toy and that’s just solidified by the smoldering embers he still sees in you as you weakly sneer and spit at him even with his cum smeared all across your face, even with both your lower holes gaping and used, a mix of blood and semen pooling underneath your limp body.  

And spurred on by his desire to fully dominate you, his fingers are racing across his phone as he makes a few calls and switches around some bodies. Matsukawa is known for his more...sadistic tendencies...and mixed with his connections to various underground body cleaning companies, it’s not hard to convince a furious Oikawa that there had been a terrible accident when he lost control of himself around you and the mangled bloodied corpse on the bed looks enough like you to make the lie believable. Sure, he’ll need to make it up to Oikawa with an irritating amount of favors and ass kissing, but it seems like a small price to pay when he gets to go back home to you, his little pet project. 

And when things finally blow over and the dynamics of the gang are back to normal as Oikawa finds a new pretty plaything to mess around with, the higher ups crassly joke about your poor fate. It’s Hanamaki who first brings it up one night while Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Matsukawa, and him are doing lines of coke. 

“Damn, Mattsun. I know your dick is big, but I didn’t think it was big enough to literally kill someone.” 

The light brown haired man snorts at his own joke, too high out of his mind to care about the way Oikawa slightly pouts at his words and Matsukawa watches in amusement as Iwaizumi growls at them to be a little more respectful of the dead. 

Obviously, it’s an exaggeration to say his dick could kill you, but he wonders how the three men would react if they could see how his cock could make you brain dead now, how just having his cock stuffed inside you is enough to have you lie there like a warm fuck doll for him to use whenever and however he wants. A small part of him wants to show Oikawa how well behaved you are now, how obedient and submissive you’ve become, how docile you can be when trained, how even the biggest brats like you can be fully tamed. But his more possessive side wins out as he snorts another white dusty line and he stays quiet as a coil of lust begins to pool in his stomach at the image of your kneeling naked form waiting patiently for him at home.    

[minniepetals]

String Of Fate 08

— summary: they set fire to the world around them but would never let a flame touch her.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, angst || poly!au, soulmate!au, mafia!au

— word count: 4.2k

— warnings: none

╰ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 

Taehyung wasn't alone in his room.

In fact, when Hoseok dragged you into the room (as you tried to pull him back but miserably failed) without announcing himself, the unexpected person whom you found in the room wasn't Taehyung. It was Jungkook, sat on the edge of Taehyung's bed, casually flipping through a book without any interest in reading it. He looked up at the sound of footsteps approaching and blinked at the sight of the two of you. His mouth was then gaped, about to say something when another door in the room opened and a shirtless Taehyung walked in with nothing but a towel around his waist, fresh out the shower with water dripping down his neck and down his body from his wet hair. 

"Jungkook, I—" The hand that was drying his hair with another towel that hung on his neck stopped in midair when he saw that Jungkook wasn't the only one in the room.

The moment his eyes met yours, you gave out a squeak and instantly jumped to hide behind Hoseok, hands hovering over your eyes and embarrassed at what you had seen.

Taehyung and Jungkook both looked at the older man in the room, both confused and amused but Hoseok simply just smirked with a lighthearted shrug.

"Are you dressed yet?"

Taehyung chuckled at the question. "I don't have the ability to change into clothes that fast."

"Oh," you said lamely. "W-well then.." You grabbed ahold of Hoseok's shirt, tugging it as an attempt to signal him to leave. "W-we'll get going. Sorry to disturb you—"

"Where are you going?" Hoseok laughed as he grabbed your hand before you could turn around to dash out the room. Placing his hands on your shoulder, he maneuvered you back to stand right beside him, allowing you to have a full view of the other men in the room, more specifically Taehyung's almost naked self.

However, your eyes casted down the floor in avoidance of Taehyung's sexy body full on displayed. It didn't helped that he had just gotten out the shower and that Hoseok was still forcing you to face the male.

"Why'd you bring our babygirl here?" Jungkook asked, breaking the silence as he placed the uninteresting book back onto the shelf, not breaking eye contact with your embarrassed form who still refused to look up.

"Our baby wanted to ask Taehyung someth—"

"No, I don't." You eyed Hoseok who was still smirking and enjoying the fun in teasing you, and gave him that subtle-not-subtle look of wanting to leave.

But he couldn't get the hint. Or maybe he did but just liked seeing you in a flustered state so he decided to ignore your silent pleas.

Freak you Jung Hoseok and that cheeky smile.

Still unaware of what was going on, Taehyung's brows ceased with confusion while Jungkook smiled in amusement at the exchange between you and Hoseok. Whatever the situation was, at least you and Hoseok were getting closer and the male was looking happy again. "What did you wanted to ask me?"

"Nothing," you blurted.

"Hey, don't be shy, doll," Hoseok cooed. "No one will make fun of your desires."

"Desires?" Taehyung raised a brow, making quick eye contact with Jungkook who looked just as confused but more amused and interested now.

"Hope~" you whined, feet bouncing impatiently and out of embarrassment.

"Hope, huh?" The male ignored your little protests, smile still dancing on his lips. "That's cute. You're cute."

"Desires?" Taehyung repeated. You wanted to look at him, you really did. But you stopped yourself because you knew that if you did took one glance at the said shirtless male, you'd want to kiss him right there, in that spot, in front of both Hoseok and Jungkook. So you didn't and instead focused on Hoseok even though that itself was a tease.

Maybe focusing on Jungkook was the better idea.

"Kook, Hobi's a bully."

He perked up at the sound of the nicknames and Hoseok laughed, absolutely loving the moment. You hadn't realized you had instinctively called out the two male's nicknames or was pouting like a cute embarrassed child but the guys were loving it.

"Is he?" Jungkook cooed, indulging himself in on the fun as he opened his arms for you to slip into as a way to escape from Hoseok. Secretly, the youngest loved that you had chosen to go to him. You nodded as Jungkook propped you onto his thigh, the cute little pout still visible on your face. "You don't have to say anything you don't want to, my love."

Contrary to his assurance, Jungkook indeed wanted to know exactly what Hoseok meant by your desires, but if you weren't too comfortable then he wouldn't force you.

You on the other hand was still a blushing mess, maybe even more (if that was possible) at the sound of Jungkook's endearing name for you. It felt so intimate and real, like you were his girl. The man noted at the brightening of your cheeks but didn't commented on it, only slightly smirking at the sight.

"Yeah, you don't have to if you don't feel comfortable," Taehyung agreed but the look on his face showed his interest on wanting to know what you wanted to ask him.

"But it'd be a waste since you came all the way here already." You wanted to get mad at the oldest male in the room, but how could you when the mischievous smile on his face was quite tempting and you still couldn't get the words he had last told you in your room out your head. He made a vow that he wouldn't leave you if you didn't give him the kiss he wanted. And honestly, you wanted it too. But that wasn't going to happen if Taehyung didn't had a say in it. It was only fair since he was the one you first kissed. He had the right to know.

So maybe Hoseok was right. Maybe it was the perfect time to ask Taehyung.

"I..." But to ask him was a little embarrassing. You didn't even know how to word it without sounding like an idiot or make yourself even more embarrassed than you were. So you looked up to seek Hoseok's eyes, pleading subtly for his help since he was the one who dragged you in the situation in the first place.

Hoseok chuckled knowingly and you found yourself hiding your face into Jungkook's neck who joined in with his own laugh. Taehyung stood still, eyeing Hoseok because he knew you weren't going to say anything anytime soon so he had to rely on him for an answer.

"Our little sunshine here," Hoseok began with a smirk, "she wants to know.."

Oh my gosh.

"..if you enjoyed the kiss or not."

Jungkook chuckled. Taehyung blinked. "Oh." And then, it was his turn to be embarrassed. "I-I...-"

"Come on hyung, don't leave our poor baby second guessing these things."

"Of course I did." He looked at you, dying to know, "did you?"

"Y-yes," you flushed, "I did."

It was like watching two obviously people in love finally confessing their crushes on one another. Jungkook felt a bit envious but decided not to voice it out, knowing Taehyung had to clear the air with you first. His hyung hadn't been in the right state of mind, none of them were really, but seeing you and Hoseok closer and smiling, he knew that the two of you probably talked it out so now it was Taehyung's turn. You and him both needed a little push though, because your shyness only made Taehyung less confident and more bashful about the situation.

Meeting eyes with the oldest person in the room, he and Hoseok began softly laughing and your cheeks brightened some more, hitting Jungkook on his chest as if to scold him for laughing.

You gulped at what you were hoping to say next, voice getting softer and softer but with the room being quiet, they heard you. "H-Hobi wanted to know if it was alright for him to kiss me."

Jungkook raised a brow while Hoseok snickered. "Hey, don't put me under the bus. It was you who wanted to know."

"B-but that's because you asked me if you could kiss me!" Your lips puckered into a pout as you looked at Hoseok accusingly.

"And you're asking for my permission?" Taehyung's brow raised.

Your eyes fell again at Taehyung's voice, avoiding his gaze. "Well...y-yeah. We kissed so I just thought...just thought that it's only fair to ask in case..in case you'd get mad."

You were so cute, they all thought, and Taehyung let out a little chuckle, smiling at Hoseok's amused expression as he watched you. Taehyung took a few short strides then crouched down so that he could catch your eyes. "I'll never get mad, love," he vowed, holding your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. Your eyes began shaking a bit, not knowing how to focus on just his eyes when he was literally shirtless. "I think you understand by now that we're important to each other just as much as you're important to us." You nodded and he smiled with satisfaction. "Do you understand what that means?"

You blinked, unaware. "We're okay with sharing things," he said. "We're okay with sharing each other and, we're okay with sharing you," he paused, "only if you want to be shared though. You don't have to want all of us," there was a small glint of sadness as he said that, "you don't have to force yourself for our sake. If this is what you want, babygirl, if you want to kiss Hoseok hyung, then I'm perfectly fine with that."

"Do you want that?" Jungkook prompted gently as Hoseok gave you a hopeful gaze.

"I.." You opened your mouth, still bashful and hesitant, still scared of confessing. "I'm okay with sharing and I..I want to kiss Hoseok."

They all smiled, proud that you found the words to voice out your feelings. And Hoseok, Hoseok was quick to replace Taehyung's spot when the younger male moved away with a knowing smirk, immediately capturing your lips with his and taking your breath away. You were quick to return the same passion he held, a little moan escaping your lips because he was so so passionate. He tasted sweet, of the light rain, of a utopian society, and of a blissful dream. He tasted of memories, of the wild times in life, and of sweet sweet happiness.

Hoseok smiled into the kiss and you found yourself happily giggling, a feeling different from the moment you and Taehyung had shared. Whereas Taehyung had tasted of bittersweet memories and past things, Hoseok had the taste of a promising future and new fulfilled memories to come. When you both pulled away but stayed connecting your foreheads together, Hoseok chuckled at the way your eyes glowed with stars, and planted another kiss, a quicker one, before leaning away.

Jungkook, having been watching the two of you right in front of his eyes because you were still sat on him, didn't feel like waiting for much longer. So he tilted your head to have it facing him, eyes that filled with a thousand starlights boring into yours. "May I, my love?" He asked and you answered him by leaning in and meeting your lips with his, hand rest on his shoulder.

It was weird how much their kisses had tasted of so many things at the same time. With Jungkook holding onto you, you were reminded of your childish desires yet at the same time, maturity. You could feel that strong protection he held over you, the way it reminded you of that time you found yourself waking up in his arms, holding onto you as he called upon your name with such softness. His love, he called you, you were his love. And Jungkook would do anything he could to keep you away from danger. He was soft and gentle, but at the same time, strong and protective and you found yourself just swooning at the way his kiss held so many meanings.

A bit envious with how content you looked after kissing the maknae and his hyung, Taehyung went to steal your breath away just as you pulled away from Jungkook. He wanted to prove a point, that his kisses wasn't just bittersweet, that he could promise you a life filled with happiness and security as well.

And maybe it was because you had first kissed him out of them all, or maybe because you were crying just before he kissed you, but now, at that moment, Taehyung's lips tasted different from those sadden memories. The bittersweetness still laid there, but just subtly, because now the overwhelming feeling of euphoria had instead taken place. Your heart rate had rose, beating loud and fast, drumming against your chest. Unlike your first time kissing him, Taehyung's kiss now tasted of a promising love. There wasn't any more of that bitterness, of pain and affliction seeping through, but of overwhelming beauty and hope.

Once he had let go of you, you were panting hard and had to lean against Jungkook's chest to keep yourself from toppling over. You hadn't expected such overwhelming feelings. You knew that their kisses were going to taste incredible but this? With so many sort of feelings burning against your lips?

You had not been ready.

You weren't complaining though, because they literally just took your breath away and now your thoughts were wondering about with how the others would taste. At that moment right there, however, you shook the thought away, knowing you couldn't take any more of those overpowering emotions. A little pain stabbed at your heart and you winced a little at the feeling.

"Are you alright-"

"What's wrong-"

"Y/N?"

They all asked. You shook your head. "I'm fine, just..I feel a sort of dizzy for some reason. And my heart won't stop drumming."

"It's because of-"

The soulmate bond, Jungkook wanted to say but stopped himself at the way Hoseok eyed him, reminding the maknae that it wasn't the right time to reveal things.

"-of..u-us," he hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Sorry. We didn't mean to overwhelm you."

"No, I-" your cheeks flushed again, "I liked it." Your eyes avoided theirs once more, curling yourself up against the crook of Jungkook's neck. "But I don't think I can take any more of that."

"That's alright," Jungkook assured, chuckling as he held you closer. "Rest, darling. We'll be right here so you don't have to be afraid."

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"Minnie, aren't these petals so beautiful?"

"Minnie?" Jimin blinked, a bit surprised at the sudden nickname you addressed him as while you stared at the flowers scattered around you, sat in between them all.

"Oh," you caught yourself, blushing at how comfortable you had gotten. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. It just slipped out."

"No, that's alright," Jimin smiled as he got up from the bench to settle himself beside you. "I like the nickname," he encouraged, happy because it reminded him of the times years ago. "What are you going to do with these?"

You had asked Namjoon first thing after waking up from your nap, having seen the abundance of flowers in their large backyard, and  decided to indulge yourself in flower decorating. Sure, you weren't allowed to head to work until you were fully recovered but that didn't mean you couldn't have some fun here and there. "I think I'm gonna make a flower crown," you declared. "Will you help me pick out some flowers?"

"You're the expert."

"But it's more fun when I work with others."

"Alright," Jimin chuckled, obliging as he searched for the prettiest flower. Though in his eyes, you were the prettiest of them all. "This one's beautiful," he said, holding the flower up to you. "Begonias, right?"

You nodded excitedly, taking the flower from him and immediately began working the stem around the brown stretchy branch you had in hand. Jimin handed you a new flower each time you were finished tangling one along the branch and you were happily working away. "I have to say, I never expected mafiosos to have a garden filled of flowers," you admitted, giggling. "I expected...a darker vibe. Is that a little too harsh?"

Jimin laughed. "You're fine," he assured, knowing his line of work was far too harsh compared to your words. "I suggested growing the flowers. It's not much but these little petals reminds us that life can be pleasant and life can be good despite how cruel reality can be most times. And also because..." he trailed off, watching you work at the flower crown, "it reminds us of you."

A pure, innocent beauty amidst the dreaded rain. Often times when things got hard, Jimin found himself either watering the flowers or just watching them, being reminded of the times when things were less cruel, when things were brighter and the air tasted of sweet, innocent love. The garden was often visited by the others as well because they too needed that refuel to remind them that things would be alright and that you'd be theirs again. The wait would be long but you were worth all the time.

A little bluebird came perching upon Jimin's shoulder out of nowhere. He held his arm up, allowing the little one to walk along it, stopping itself as it sat on his finger. "Hi there," you cooed at how cute and little it was. Bravely, you reached up to pet at it and your eyes went wide when it didn't fly away. "You're so adorable."

The bird chirped and Jimin laughed. "He says you're beautiful," he translated.

You smiled at him, believing every word. "Thank you, little one," you told the bluebird and a thought struck to you.

If Jimin and the others were capable of...powers..and if you had been someone from their past life, then were you also given the ability of something? Maybe you had just been a normal mortal, going about your lives as every normal person and that they were the ones the people worshipped. Or perhaps you had ruled with them? Given a great special ability as well? You began to wonder how your story built up and how it ended with separation.

Something obviously happened for you to lose a great part of your memories because how else were they the only ones able to remember it all? Despite given another life?

"Jimin," you called and he hummed a reply. "Were we happy?"

You knew not to ask about many things despite having a great desire to do so. But you knew that he couldn't answer almost all of it, so you decided to ask him just a simple question. A question that had been dreaded for long. With the way their eyes lingered on yours, the soft smiles that flashed your way, how protective they could be, and the questions of always asking you whether you were afraid of them or not, you wondered if the life you held back then had held that much significance. You wondered if you were truly happy with them and if they were truly happy with you.

You wondered about a forbidden love, perhaps, and maybe that was what made out the whole story and the universe giving you all another chance. Were things pleasant with open confessions and kisses? Or were things hidden away with secret lingering eyes that casted upon one another when no one was looking? You just had to know at least one thing.

"We were.." he trailed off for a short second, "so, so happy." You could see a glint of sadness reflecting in his eyes but you couldn't tell whether it was due to a lie he was telling or due to missing those lost times. "We were the happiest," his smile shone of a sad and painful story, happiness not ever reaching his eyes as his voice fell almost softer than the wind.

You didn't know whether to believe Jimin or not, because the stare he gave you told you a whole different story. And maybe you were misinterpreting things, maybe the story then hadn't all been bad and that Jimin had truly spoken the truth. Maybe the times then were spent basked in the presence of each other, laughing happily even through the rain, sharing new profound memories each passing day. But seeing Jimin now, eyes of melancholy reminisces, you couldn't come to believe him. Not even as he held your face, smile still plastered on his face yet never reaching his eyes. "Seeing you again, Y/N, was another one of those happiest moments. Perhaps it was even more happier because we hadn't felt that happiness in such a long time."

"Then let's make new ones," you told him, holding the hand that held your face. "Let's make even happier ones."

"You want that?" He asked, a little unsure, a little insecure.

"I haven't been the happiest since the moment I was born," you said truthfully. "There was always something missing. Sometimes my friends back in those school days would tell me to go out more, have fun and find myself a man. I didn't wanted to try but they sort of forced me and I'm not really the best at saying no to people so I tried to go on dates and find myself a decent man but they were all just...not good enough. So I never dated, and Dahyun told me that that was alright, that I'd find my soulmate one day. And then, that night came when I met you all, I had no idea why but pain started stabbing at my chest."

Jimin knew. Jimin saw you breaking down. "Hoseok held me when I saw him again after rescuing me from a creep. It was just a slight little thing but the touch felt so intense. Jimin, whatever this is, I just know that I can't run away from it. And it's not that I'm forcing myself to. Everything screams at me to stay, to trust, and to hope. It's weird that even just the slightest hold of a hand," you demonstrated by grabbing ahold of his hand, "emotions are passing through and this bolt of lightening is flashing by and I just feel...I feel complete in a way I've never felt before."

"I think, you're all that missing piece. So yes, Jimin," you held him a bit tighter, eyes almost pleading in a way for him to believe you, "yes, I want this. I want to make new memories, ones that can fill up those lost ones that I may never remember again. I want to be happy again. You can make me happy, right?"

Instead of answering you, Jimin leaned in to capture your lips with his own, and you were quick to kiss him back. He held so much passion in that kiss, the words of 'yes I'll make you happy' but also of 'please get rid of the horrible memories.' You kissed him back with the same passion, your arms reaching behind his neck to pull him in closer. Jimin was so, so sweet. He reminded you of the burning summer, but also of the pleasant blooming flowers in the spring. The two of you broke away, foreheads touching as you took that short moment to catch your breathes and laughing at how much you enjoyed the kiss before going in for another one.

"I had hoped that a kiss of true love would break away the spell of those lost memories of yours," Jimin joked when you pulled away again, lightly poking at your head. "But I guess that's not happening since it was already proven with Taehyung's kiss."

"You're such a fairytale dreamer," you laughed.

"Surprised?"

"Mhm." You looked down at the completed flower crown and placed it upon Jimin's head, smiling. "You're adorable, Jimin, it totally rocks with your fairytale vibe," you giggled.

He frowned. "My vibe isn't fairytale and pretty little things, you're killing my mafia aesthetic."

You laughed again. "But it matches you very well. Should I make one each for the others as well? Oh but it'll totally kill their dark vibe."

"And what? I don't fit in that vibe?"

"You're just really fairytale pretty," you cooed as you planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth to wipe away that frown. "Plus they probably won't like it," you lamented, reaching to take the flower crown off his head but Jimin was quick to take your hand away and place it back on your lap.

"Any gift from you will always be appreciated," he quickly assured, "and this is your first gift to me so you're not allowed to take it back."

"But it'll wilt away."

"I'll keep it until it wilts away," he promised.

You glowed with a beam. "Alright Jiminie, you can keep it."

Jimin smiled as he tilted your head up to sneak a peck against your lips. "I like it when you call me that."

[thinkyoureholy]

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Pairing : Kim Jongin x Reader / Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death?. Mafia! AU

Words : 2.2k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8.

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-Y/N’s P.O.V-

He leaned in further into the kiss, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me to sit on his lap. I placed my legs on either side of him, straddling his waist. With me on his lap and our chests pressed together there was hardly any space that separated the two of us. He let out a low groan when he felt my tongue swipe at his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He eagerly my tongue in, his meeting mine. I moaned into the kiss, subtly moving my hips against his, grinding against him as I looked for friction. He pulled away from the kiss as soon as he felt me do that, his face still so close to mine his lips brushed against mine. He placed both hands on my hips, stopping me from moving as he let out a shaky breath, looking at me through hooded lips.

“You know once I get started there’s no stopping me, doll. Is this really what you want?” He asked, his voice serious but his eyes full of lust.

I said nothing for a second, looking into his eyes, losing myself in them. I could see the frown on his face at the lack of an answer but instead of answering him with words I closed the distance between the both of us, place a gentle and soft kiss on his lips. I felt him smile into the kiss, his hands on my hips moving down to my thighs, letting me move freely. Actually as I starting moving my hips against his he help guide me to finding the perfect pace. I moaned at the way this all felt, not having felt anything like this in months. I didn’t want to start comparing him with Baekhyun but damn did I feel a difference. With Baekhyun every kiss, every touch had a roughness behind it but Jongin...he was so gentle, as gentle as I remembered him to be. Every touch, every kiss had me wanting more and more each time.

“Wait--wait…” Jongin mumbled against my lips just as I was starting to lift his shirt up.

I pulled away from the kiss, leaning back slightly to give him a confused look. Before I could get a word out he placed his hands underneath my thighs, standing up with me in his arms. I let out a small squeal at the sudden action, drawing a chuckle from his lips. I glared at him for laughing, only getting a grin in response. Again before I could say anything he threw me onto the bed, crawling on top of me. Instead of attached his lips back to mine like I had hoped he would he kissed my neck but unlike other kisses I’ve gotten from him in that area this one tickled. I couldn’t hold back the laugh that slipped from my lips, feeling Jongin smile against my skin. That wasn’t all, I guess he was set on making me laugh as his fingers attacked my sides. I jumped away from his fingers, thrown into a fit of giggles. Within a few seconds I was out of breath, my stomach hurting from all the laughing.

“There it is.” Jongin said with a grin, his eyes shining brightly.

I rose an eyebrow at his words, a hint of a smile still on my lips. He placed his hands on either side of my head, caging me in as he looked down into my eyes, “That laugh...that smile...was what I missed most. I’m glad you haven’t lost the ability to smile and laugh as genuinely as you used to.”

His words had me speechless, a blush rising to my cheeks at hearing them. The softness of his words and the intensity of his stare had my heart going haywire. Without thinking of anything else I reached up to weave my fingers through his hair, pulling him down to kiss his lips but this time with more passion than before. It didn’t take long for us to discard our clothes. By now all the laughs and smiles were replaced by groans, moans, and heavy panting.

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I stared up at the ceiling blankly for a few seconds, my attention moving to Jongin as he let out a soft snore. I turned over on my side to look at him properly. He had half of his face buried into his pillow, his mouth slightly open. He looked peaceful as he slept, innocent even but the memory of what we just did made me remember he was far from innocent. I reached out a lone finger to trace over his features. I lightly skimmed over his lips, his nose, his cheek, his eye, his eyebrow, even the scar on the side of his mouth with the pad of my fingers. His face scrunched up at the feeling of my finger on his skin but he didn’t move to wake up. I see he’s still as heavy a sleeper as ever, it’s like watching a bear during hibernation.

With a smile I sat up, raking my fingers through my hair to tame the mess he had created. I a sigh I knew there was no use in taming my hair, reaching over the side of the bed to grab a hoodie he had laying on the floor. I knew he sometimes left clothes lying around without washing them for awhile so I sniffed it just in case. Well it didn’t smell bad so I guess it’s clean, besides, it smelled like him so I wasn’t really too picky about it. I pulled the hoodie over my head, keeping the hood on my head instead of pulling it down. I reached over to grab a pair of sweats from his dresser. As I went to stand to put them on I fell straight back to onto the bed, a throbbing sensation coming from my core. He might be gentle with his kisses and touches but not with his dick, fuck just thinking about it had a chill run down my spine, but not a chill of fear no, it was a chill of excitement. I wonder if he’d be up for another round. I froze at those thoughts, shaking my head to get rid of them.

I inhaled deeply before trying to stand up again. I managed to stay standing this time, slipping into the sweats without much difficulty once the throbbing subsided. I gave Jongin one last fleeting gaze before walking out of his room, stuffing the pack of cigarettes and lighter I saw on his dresser into my pocket. I shoved my hands into the pockets of the hoodie, making my way through the dark hallway, somehow finding my way to the stairs without bumping into something or tripping over my own two feet. I made my way downstair quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. I had made it all the way to the bottom, thinking I was in the clear when I heard someone clear their throat from my right. I jumped at the sound, reaching over to turn on a nearby light to see that it was Sehun.

“Geez are you trying to kill me?” I asked, a sigh leaving my lips.

“Where are you going so late at night?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaning back against the wall behind him.

“I need some fresh air...maybe a smoke, gotta clear my head.” I said, heading to the door.

“Since when do you smoke?”

“As of this moment.” I said, exasperated with his questions already, “Can I go now or are you going to interrogate me some more?”

“Why don’t you go back to not caring?” I asked under my breath without thinking.

I didn’t stay behind to see his reaction, already halfway to the door. I didn’t want to see the look on his face, knowing my words struck a nerve, regretting saying it already. I clenched my teeth as I shut the front door behind me, leaning my back against it, staring down at my feet.

I took a deep breath, fishing out the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it. I closed my eyes as I took a drag. Since earlier my head had been chaotic, my thoughts a jumbled mess. Letting out a puff of smoke I bit down on my bottom lip, resisting the urge to break down right then and there. I hated that my thoughts were filled with him. Every single one of them were about him. I couldn’t help but think of him all the time and I hated myself for it. I resented him for what he did to me, all the lies, everything he ever did never meant a thing to him and knowing that broke my heart. I loved him with everything I haf, I sacrificed my friends for him for fuck’s sake. At that thought I tossed the cigarette to the floor, stomping on it angrily. I kicked at a nearby pebble angrily. I can’t believe I let him play me like that.

“I-I can’t believe it...it’s true…”

My head shot up at the voice that spoke, my heart rate picking up. I knew that voice, I’d recognize it anywhere. My wide eyes met his as he stood a few feet from me, a lump forming in my throat at the sight of him. I took a step back before I even knew what I was doing, my body reacting faster than my brain. My eyes showed nothing but fear as I stared at him, not taking notice of how ragged he look as if he hadn’t slept right in days. Nothing but pure terror ran through my body at just the sight of him, my body beginning to shake.

“B-Baekhyun…”

He smiled softly at the sound of his name falling from my lips, taking a step towards me. At seeing him do so my heart skipped a beat as I stumbled over my own two feet, backing up into the door. I was shaking like a leaf in the middle of a storm, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach. My eyes were as wide as a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, seeing his face fall at my reaction.

“Y/N… I’m not here to hurt you I promise. I-I just needed to make sure you really were alive…” He said, his voice soft.

At hearing his words something within me finally snapped. I stopped shaking almost immediately, my body burning with a fire so hot I didn’t know what to do with it. I clenched my hands into fists at my side, my nails digging into my palms so harshly I was sure I was going to draw blood any second now. I stared at him with the most hate filled look I could muster, watching as the frown he wore deepened, hurt flashing in his eyes.

“You promise not to hurt me? You?” I asked with a scoff, pushing myself off the door as I took a step towards him, “That’s fucking rich coming from you consider you fucking shot me.”

“Y/N...I-I’m sorry you don’t know how much I’ve regretted that night I was wrong I-”

“Save your fucking excuses I don’t want to hear them. You’re only here to save yourself after knowing we’re coming after you.” I cut him off, standing directly in front of him now.

“That’s not true...love I-”

“Don’t you dare fucking call me that! You have no right!” I shouted, feeling tears brimming at my eyes at hearing him call me that for the first time in months.

“Y/N...please, listen to me. I-I just came here to apologize.  I know I have no right to even ask for forgiveness but please, I’m begging you at least let me say I’m sorry.” He said, his voice sounding strained as if he was trying not to cry, “I made a huge mistake and I’ll live with that for the rest of my life. I almost killed the woman I love because I was stupid. I could beg for forgiveness a million times and never deserve it.”

I stared at him with a blank look in my eyes for a moment before a dry laugh fell from my lips, “You love me? Please, you never loved me.”

“Y/N I did I swear, I still do.”

“Lies. Everything you’ve ever said to me or done for me were lies, even now it’s all one big lie. You never loved me. Wanna know how I know? Because you don’t destroy the person you love.” I said through gritted teeth, shoving at his chest harshly.

I watched with cold eyes at he stumbled back, the look in his eyes would’ve killed me if I didn’t hate him so much. He deserved to suffer for everything he’s done to me. I wanted to see him suffer as much as I did, hell I wanted him to have it ten times worse. In that moment I threw away all the feelings I had left for him, only keeping one, hate. I was going to use that hate to fuel me in my search for revenge, satisfied in knowing that’d he’d finally get what was coming to him.

“Now leave before I have the guys tie you up and return everything you did to them before finally putting you out of your misery.” I said, watching as a single tear fell from his eyes, “Be glad I haven’t killed you yet. But trust me when the time comes you’ll be begging for your life.”