#txt mafia au

[unholywriters]

Addicting Taste

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Summary: Everyone wants power, but what about afterwards? When you have everything you've killed for and worse. When you've gave up everything and gotten so much more in return to the point you have nothing and you're just alone with only your thoughts and the empire you've built? Choi Soobin, someone who became known in the crime world as someone to never even think about crossing or he would grab you and torture you for even thinking about running and trying to turn him in. But he never would just pick someone random from the streets to torture, and it was getting boring. So he decided to wear something that wouldn't give him away and would go to a coffee shop to sit and observe. But he wasn't aware that there was now someone new working there, and when he locked eyes with the boy, there was nothing anyone could do to stop his obsession from growing rapidly.

Tags: Mafia soobin, male reader, stalker, blackmailing, obsessiveness, possessive, unprotected sex, overstimulation, bl00d, some torture scenes {the beginning and mentions of one later}. dark read. Minors do not interact.

Credits: @sweetmelodygraphics and @xurengu0 for dividers

AU: I went back and fourth with this one, wanting to keep it a male reader but also a yeonjun but decided on the male reader since that's mainly what my page is for, so this will be a dark Soobin x Male Reader. I'm sorry these took a while, I went on a cruise and there was so many things to do between having fun and having to quickly pack to leave, let along getting logged out of my account on my phone and not bringing my computer or tablet with me, But I will try to crank this one out soon to upload the Demon's desire, that will be a series in itself so there might be separate post between those and other one shots like this one. All of these are full works that I don't want to rush out but hope they still make since every now and then. Please do enjoy this one along with the others.

Everyone will always do their best to get the power they want. Whether its having to dance on poles for money, sell their body or souls or even have to pick up the lies of a double life in order to make ends meet just to get to their dream goal. This mafia boss was no different, he grew up in an orphanage and was often always brought back because he had never gotten along with any of the other kids in the houses he was brought to. Sometimes he would tear the parents apart because of his thoughts and ways, but the last family was determined to keep him no matter what. They did the same things some of the other families did, they showed him love, they gave him everything that they could while also making sure he was lectured enough to understand why some things were wrong and other things were okay to do. But he still ended up in the hands of the dark world. He ended up bumping into a dangerous mob trade session, but he wasn’t scared of the man who threatened to kill him and his family, he did nothing but smile at the man. Something he rarely did and when this little kid was old and stable enough to move out within his adoptive parents trying to follow him anymore, he left and moved in with the boss and started right back at the bottom of the latter. 

But he was also fast enough to move back to the top of the position, claiming the title just as he turned 23 years old and seemed to even have things figured out. He had his own ways of keeping people quiet if they tried to bring up things he didn’t want to hear, like an arranged marriage for one. He didn’t want a pointless marriage that would lead to him losing his family, he worked hard to build overtime just to be painted as another villain later in life. It was so secure that his circle of close people only considered 4 people who he considered very close to him who he allowed to do whatever they wanted, if they were careful of their doings, personal lives and all things of that nature. While he continued to do as he wanted. His mornings consisted of an hour-long jog outside of his house, then doing the same back to his house in order to take a relaxing shower in his bathroom before getting dressed in more baggy and relaxed clothing before going to his favorite little coffee shop throughout the day, he mainly foes in the morning first before going in the afternoon before having to deal with a lot more dangerous things that now he finds to be boring. Then again for the late night before they close just to help relax before he walks inside to his close friends having a chaotic night and dragging him into joining the fun.  

And right now was around the time he would head to his coffee shop, but in a little bit more serious attire. He kept his classic black and white suit; he wasn’t looking forward to this meeting simply just because he wasn’t going into a boring old meeting. He had to set yet another example and continue with his day as normal. His driver would walk to this coffee shop and then have his driver pick him up and he enjoyed it because he could enjoy his coffee without needing to make any unneeded movements that could spill his coffee on himself or on someone else. The coffee shop wasn’t small, but it also wasn’t entirely too big either. Walking inside he gave a slight wave to the manager behind the busy counter and made his way to his corner booth. He would sit there and look out the window with a book sitting there with his old bookmark in his spot. There he sat with one leg crossed while waiting for someone to either ask what he wanted or if they would come over with his regular. But given how crowded it was he knew that he would have to probably recite his order to someone new and someone in the back would make it to his liking, He would just have to wait a while. 

“Good afternoon sir! Sorry for the wait, I’m Y/n! What could I get you today?” the male asked with a happy customer service tone, smiling as the boss turned to look at him, ready to tell the order but caught himself staring for a minute as if he were trying to remember what he wanted. Looking at their name tag and smiling even, which was rare for him to do. “It’s fine, I usually take a medium black coffee with sugar and cream on the side. I heard there was a new snack on the menu today? Have you tried it before?” Watching y/n quickly write it all down and seeing their head nod, their voice began to ring in his ears and smile even towards it. “Ah yes our mint green cake with buttercream frosting! Not to brag but I came up with it and the boss said if I got enough sales on it we could make it a permanent thing!” “Then I’d love to try that, give you an honest review.” Watching them write it all down, with an excited nod y/n left and powerwalked back to the counter to write it all down and started to get mixed within the bodies behind the counter all trying to work on orders for people to have their items and make room for new people as everything finally started to die down.  

Y/N was working on the order along with some others to provide a helping hand before coming back out with the bosses order, a smile still on his face as y/n carefully set down the coffee before setting down the new treat, which was part of the reason why today was so busy but it was a good thing. The boss looked at the treat to see that it was cooked while his drink was steaming hot and the way he had requested it to be. The boss gave a curious look while looking at the treat before using the fork to cut the treat in half before finally taking a bite. Letting it carefully sit in his mouth and taking slow chews to make sure he was tasting everything since this bakery thrived on feedback, whether it be good or bad they needed it to make sure everyone was able to learn and grow. 

Tilting his head to the left slightly, the boss swallowed and looked over to the curious and excited worker before carefully wiping his mouth with the napkin before clearing his throat. “It’s very...moist which is a good thing, not too moist but also not too hard. Buttercream is the best option since a lot of people love sweet things here, you did amazing with this y/n, this might just become part of my usual.” He answered, seeing y/n smile at the feedback before having to run back behind the counter. The boss happily enjoying his new meal, but there was just something about this one that got the boss thinking. He smiled at this person, gave them more feedback than he usually does and felt more...relaxed after his workout before waiting for his car to arrive to take him to work. It was something he almost never done before yet here he was as if this was a natural thing for him to do. It made him question what this one worker did, out of the many people he had seen time and time again, what was so easy about this one worker that made everything change? All the boss had time for was to shake his head before seeing the black car arrive right on time. The boss stood up, his plate with only a few crumbs and his cup empty. Leaving a note with y/m’s name on it along with some money as a tip. The owner knows that if this man leaves a note and cash for someone, if they don’t get the note and the cameras are checked, deepening on what he sees, he will make sure every lesson is learned before considering inviting you back into working. 

He left before the next rush could come in and sat in the car in the back seat while his driver slowly began to drive to his next meeting spot, which was something he was going to dread just because this was going to be about more land and a trade offer to see if anyone had anything he would want, Afterall he doesn’t just give things away for free. But since the driver had certain plugs so they could never hear anything the boss was saying since they weren’t allowed to hear it. So the boss took out his phone and called his hacker and tracker in order to figure out things about someone he was curious about. “Yes Boss, who am I looking for this time?” “Good morning to you beomgyu, you sound peachy as always.” Hearing a huff on the other side of the phone before the sound of a monitor turning on along with his mouse quickly moving around. Knowing he was about to have to get to work on finding information about someone. 

“I’m ready as ever Hyung, which criminal am I looking for now and this early nonetheless.” “I have a surprise, t’s not a criminal this time I want you to look for, this one might be an actual challenge that will take you a while.” The computer was finally one, all three screens turned on at once, each with their own screen ready to be used and show what he was looking one. The left screen being a grid of the entire city with airways for airplanes, the middle one being used for pictures, media, and just searching for anything and the right screen would be to listen in for any conversation with any device and camera's just to be sure there was nothing that beomgyu was missing and would be able to give an entire report on and not miss a thing. And hearing that this one wasn’t a criminal, but maybe just a regular person. “The cafe we go to has someone...new, I want everything you can find on them. You’ll know exactly when you get the screen pulled up. I want everything, I don’t care how embarrassing it looks, and I don’t care how long it takes you.” Hearing the faint sounds of clicking, both from the computer and from the mouse, it was easy from Beomgyu that this person was something else, especially for the boss to want everything before getting to see anything. “This must be a special person for you to want everything like this, it’s going to take me a while before you get everything that you’re wanting. Are they going to end up dead soon?” “No, but we will need to change everything once I have what I need, then yes.” 

To say that the boss was annoyed with how most of his work day ended was an understatement. Walking into his meeting place was enough to already make him mad because why did he have to be here? Because someone messed up with some of his trades and tries to steal from him. Which was already making him mad as is, having to now keep more people off of his back and whatnot, something he hated dealing with because now he had to pick up their mess and set things back on track the way it needs to be. Especially when it now comes to this certain someone who was able to magically come into his life and make him start to feel things after so long of not feeling it. It was hard for him to fully stay focused while thinking of this person, wanting to see them all over again and not be bothered by anything regarding work, at least so far that is. 

How does one simple person suddenly make it hard to do anything that you were so used to doing? Letting the others do their jobs easily without pressure or stress of doing anything else before getting here? All of those around the boss could see that he was zooning out in through, something he rarely ever did unless something was truly only his mind about to drive him crazy and he needed to find out what it is and figure out how to handle this in the ways he knows how. But he can’t get rid of this person by killing them, no this is someone only the boss wants to have to himself and nothing mor. To have them locked away in their house with no one else able to mess or talk to them without his permission. He wanted to be possessive over them and never let them leave his sight and if he ever had to do his best to save them, he would do so without question even if he had to do it all by hand himself. Something he considered doing since he knew he had his hacker hard at work with other projects that needed to be handled within a matter of time and how carefully these needed to be done.  

But he was happy with one thing as it was the end of the work day, watching the man in front of him die in pain before slumping over on the chair before his body was being poured ikn gasoline before being lit on fire. Something he would watch while everyone would see the flames dancing around in his eyes while he had his phone in one hand. Looking at the time he knew he needed to go, but if he went in the car and made things obvious, it would throw off everything and he didn’t need or want that to happen top him, not just yet. So he needed to head home in order to make things easier but he needed to make sure no one nosey was listening to him, so even in the car ride home he didn’t risk it. He knows he has moles and he doesn’t care for killing them all if he has to, after all he’s a mafia for a reason. Though his home was large and secure he enjoyed the peace but the loneliness was going to drive him crazy. Which is why his very close men were allowed to stay in his house so it made sense and there at least some chaos and noise in his large house. He kept the very top floor to himself for his room and other things, everyone else could have their own floor if they wanted to it didn’t matter to him how it went, he just needed to feel and hear other things around him. 

He walked past the kitchen while calling his hacker, knowing they were either in their room or now in one of the kitchens making food as a lunch break. “Yeess? I should almost have all of their information unless your asking about other task, which should be set up by now .” “The information, what else are we waiting on with that?” “Well, I’m getting their layout of hometown since they work at the cafe we always go to. Their apartment isn’t far from it, but if we need to keep them safe then we need their outlines.” “I can figure that out myself, just send me what you know, I need an excuse to leave the house anyways. Focus on the others and don’t destroy the house while I’m gone.” Beomgyu couldn’t help but laugh while the boss started to take his shower, it was a long steamy shower where he was clearing out most of his thoughts while also making sure he was clean, something he always took seriously before going to bed or when he was fully taking a bath or shower. Even afterwards and getting lotion on him, messing with his hair and getting dressed in all black to hide himself.  

After his shower and opening his bathroom door to walk back into his room, looking down at his phone to see everything he needed before leaving for the night, all he needed was their location and he would be able to set his plan in place. Grabbing a hat and a mask, it was going to be a very easy night for him. 

The boss was quiet with his footsteps, keeping his distance as he walked to the back of the closed cafe, the front doors were locked and the windows were covered. Y/n and the manager were staying back to ensure that everything was stocked and ready for the next day. Along with doing the menu boards for the morning. He knew there was a conversation going but this wasn’t the part he wanted to. Instead, he was quietly walking to the employee backroom. Where there was lockers in place and everyone was required to leave their things there, since it was going to be too busy to just have your phone and sneak talk to people when that could make the rush even more. Which is not what they need for business. The only phone that was allowed to be out there on the floor wasn’t even a phone, it was a tablet that had Spotify premium for those who wanted to come and pick out the songs, whether it be the customers or the employees. Walking bac k there was the easy part, but looking for the locker with their name was another story, because if the light was on too bright they would know someone is in here and y/n isn't in the full loop on how things work around here. But it’s better this way, it makes it easier. 

Walking around the small room their locker had their name on it where their phone was left. And since everyone here trusted each other there was no locks on them. So, finding their phone was the easy part, but he needed to do this part fast. Keeping the bag on his shoulder and keeping quiet, holding the phone and placing a chip in the charging port. Having the first part in his phone to get everything he needs along with making sure that his own tracker was going to work, not just on their location but everything else as well. Their likes, the videos they watch, the apps they use, practically everything and would have their number. But knew he needed to be smart about this. 

Kneeling down behind the lockers, he was able to get inside of the phone and work on it, he was able to get inside past the code and seeing how his tracker was now going to work. He could feel the smile on his face before putting the phone back in the locker and slowly walked out of the room to the doorway to listen to the conversation, wanting to hear their voice one more time. “So y/n, minus the rush, what did you like about today?” The manager asking while finally slowly closing the cash register while looking over, watching them draw more designs on the calendar that would match with the drinks and food of the day, since everything would change and sometimes it would be annoying but other times it was relaxing to do after a long day that just never seem to end no matter how it felt. Y/n was focused on drawing while trying to answer. “They were all nice, the one who really liked what I made was very cute. He gave me the most honest review too! I have another one for tomorrow and hoping that I can get his next reaction for this one. I hope it’ll be autumn theme too since were close to the season, but I’m really excited for October, I have so many ideas for that one!” The boss could feel the smile on his face, making sure he didn’t give away his position while staying closer to the door so he can make his escape and follow them. 

“I knew he was what you needed when it comes to advice with this, he always comes here when he has the time. I have a feeling you two will be very close soon.” “What’s his name? Oh please tell me.” “His name is Soobin, don’t tell him I told you that, when you get that hung up go on and head home. We have a long day tomorrow.” Soobin could only quietly walk to the door and closed it silently. Hiding along the shadows while having a smirk on his face under that black mask. He didn’t take a car; it would be too obvious and he didn’t want that to happen when trying to get this close to them. Even without the headlights on, it would’ve been a bad idea when trying to drive along the roads since these tend to be busy. He didn’t need this to happen as of now, so walking on foot would do and he was hoping that since the cafe seemed to be close to where they live, they would just walk there and he could figure things out from there. Whether it be an apartment complex or their own house, he was going to find a way to get inside and make sure he had the place all laid out and he could easily come in and out while acting like the nice and caring friend he was often known for being. Something he was going to use to his charm and advantage.  

While standing in one of the darkest corners, he saw the back door opened and watch them step out with their bag on their shoulder, smiling to themselves before starting to walk to the sidewalk where a lot of people were walking, and this was Soobin's time to act. He followed behind them as quietly as he could, making it look like his head was down and he was trying to scroll on his phone so no one would think he’s trying to do something to someone if he were trying to keep pace with someone. The walk was going well, something he was happy about as he looked up to one of the apartments complexes. It wasn’t entirely too fancy but there were still great things. The rooms were almost all the same but they were still some of the best out there. The large complex on the outside was painted a soft warm white with yellow wood separators on the outside. Soobin followed them to one of the farther buildings while trying to keep watch, knowing if he went inside, it would give away his position so he went around to the balcony’s. 

Inside of the complex, it was like walking into a warm feeling and being able to relax after a long day of having to walk around. In the living room, there was a fireplace surrounded by white painted brinks to with a little black metal stand for fresh firewood to stay. A large peach tan couch with a soft white blanket laying on one of the cousins with a remote close by, a tv being on the wall above the fireplace. A round wooden table with a dark brown table cloth with a small round coaster and a bowl empty for snacks, And a large white carpet underneath everything. The kitchen was slightly large, the appliances were all electric which seemed to make it easier when trying to cook and get things done. The counters being a dark oak wooden color while the counter tops were a slight brown granite with a brown towel hanging over the oven handle. Walking to the bathroom and turning on the light, looking at the large glass mirror that was oven the white countertop sink with some things neatly laid out around the sink, y/n walked over the towel bar and set down on the large white towels on the counter top while walking over to the separate shower with a glass sliding door with the large sunk in tub waiting. While taking a shower, soobin was trying to make sure he had the right balcony to look into when he knew he would have to come back But also needing to know which windows was theirs, not wanting to leave unless he got the one he needed.  

After what felt like forever, he saw one of the bedroom lights turn on, seeing the window on the second floor open up and there he was. Knowing everything would slowly go into play, he couldn’t wait to get his plan in action and keep them to himself. He stood there with his hands in his pocket, seeing y/n in the window looking out before closing everything. He knew where to go, and soon he would be able to do everything he needs to do without looking creepier than he knows he would be if anyone where to be looking at his direction but as of right now he wasn't about to be worried about that. He didn't bring much of anything with him, since he knew y/n was in a complex, there would be cameras' around and if someone were to ever nosy it would ruin everything before he could even get started. So, making up his mind and having everything planned out from here, he left. But not without a smirk on his face as he made his way home.

“Things just always never seem to go the way we plan them out. Being nosey doesn't always get you the things you want y/n, you should know that with the things you've told me over the couple of months.” Soobin said in a tone dead voice, looking at the table in front of him that had a white cloth covering the dark wooden table. A lot of tools made for torture and branding were laid out in front, with the muffles screams and cries of the one person soobin nevger wanted to hurt like this. But if y/n had managed to leave south korea tonight, it would've been bad for both y/n and those who would they to cross soobin in more ways that he's willing to let get past him. Soobin proceeded to grab some scissors before walking over, wearingv a large baggy white t-shurt with black jeans and scissors covering his hands. Kneeling down to mes with their hair while they were trying to tug at the handcuffs, but they were burning their wrist in the process. But their mouth was covered, making it hard for y/n to make any noises as loud as they could, not that anyone would be able to hear or do much.

“No Mafia boss likes doing this. But you aren't just dealing with someone who could be killed easily. You're dealing with the mian one, the main one who will let everyone know exactly who claimed you, and trying to run and hide leads to more harm to others. Once I like something, I don't let them go.” He whispered in their ear, cutting down the back of their shirt and watching them shake as teh sweat started to trail down. Something soobin always thought about doing, even if it wuld burn, but he didn't want them to be scremaing throughout the enitre process, they would be shaking and it would just burn more. Soobin wanted to do this alone, no one else being able to see this moment but himself befcore having to take y/n back to his house since their aparmtner was cleared out within the minute soobin had to take them by force. SInce y/n had went through his work phone and found out everything, which of coruse rightfully scared them, but soobin was never gouing to let them go. Walking back to the table, he grabbed a cloth and walked back over.

Watching y/n trying to shake their head before their nose was covered with the cloth and their head being held still to make sure it was covered. Softly shushing and humming as he ketp his eyes closed befoer no longer feeling any struggles and muffled cries of fear. After staying still for a minute, moving the cloth away and seeing their head slump over once again, soobin dropped the cloth and grabbed the burning iron with a large s on the end, looking at the skin he loved to see before slowly pressing it in the center of their back, watching the skin burn and the letter slowly become permanet on theri back before pulling it away and setting it down elsewhere, away from the two of them and ina cold bucket of water to make sure nothing else was burning because of it. Watching the glow slowly die down, he walked to teh table one last time before grabbbing some rubbing alcohol and a rag, carefully dapping it on and around the engravement, some ointment as well just to help with swelling and crema before wrapping it around their torso. He could feel a twisted grin appreaing on his face as he looked down at them. Seeing how peaceful they looked while sleeping, how they were relaxed and finally in his home where he would be able to watch their everymove. But he knew he couldn't let them in the main house, they would try to get out and even though he knows his friends. He also knows that y/n is smart, getting into things to try and escape would make it hard for them. Which is why his main property had a second smaller house behind it, even though the main one was large, this one was where he would keep mjore of his things so his friends didn't feel crowded all living in one house.

Slowly locking the handcuffs, keepinmg tehm close by as he slipped on one of his larger shirts on y/n to cover them and putting the handcuffs back on, preparing for the fight, screaming and yelling that was going to happen when they woke back up. Slowly laying them on the ground, on their stomach, he locked the handcuffs back on them before carefully picking them up and walking back to his car. Setting them in th passneger seat and clicking teh seatbelt, he got in the drivers seat and began to drive himself back home. Letting the car stay silent with air conditioning on for what felt like hours, which was only a 45 minute drive and he kenw that he had to be fast or things we're going to get out of hand very quickly and he didn't need that right now. But after getting home and using the second driveway to get to the smaller but more cozier house, he parked the car and began to carry them inside. Closing and locking the door before walking up the stairs and laying them on the soft bed before walking back down to teh main door and enteritng a code. This would make sure every door was locked, even the ones on the side and garage door. The windows would be harder to break but still allowed natrual lighting to be seen.

Letting out a content sigh, soobin slowly walked back up the stairs and looked at teh bed, sitting on the edge and just watching them more closely before seeing that y/n jumped awake. Panting as their eyes frantically looked around before landing on the calm man, who still had a dead look in his eyes and not the same bright and shiny eyes that tehy were used to, that had life in them and could sparkle like the stars. These eyes had nothing, almost as if he were nothing mjore then a corpse waking around trying to fit in and get by. Trying to kick their feet to get away, but they soon let out a pained muffled cry and laid back on the bed slowly and still in pain. “Don't move too much, the mark still needs time to heal and it will take a while. Trying to move too much will hurt you more.” Tilting his head to the side, he could see the glare, filled with anger, but almost filled wit fear, something that made him smirk because ti was something he was used to but nevertheless amsuing all the same to him. It made him get closer while trying to watch tehm squirm away but given how they were placed, there was every little they could do to get away from him.

“I’m a maffia boss y/n, I've seen this same look so many times it used to make me feel bad. Then it made me smile but now it does nothing. Yet there is something about you.” He started, kneeling on the ground with his upper body laying on the bed, hands holding up his head that was still tilted like a curious cat watching their owners do their normal activities yet still being amused by every little step. “You did something to me, something no one was able to ever do, sure my friends made me feel things but you woke up something dark. You left me wanting more, making me go crazy and for the longest time I had already assumed I was insane for the way I handle things now. Yet everytime I had to leave you it was like walking into a freezer and staying there, even just having to wait to talk to you was torture. I knew it was bad, all of these little thoughts in my head but the only way for them to even remotely be quiet was by getting you. By staying next to you and just hearing you, the only act you ever got out of me, was pretending that seeing guys and girls flirt with you in front of me never bothered me. And it drove me insane.”

He started to talk, almost as if he wanted there to be some form of emotion behind his words but there was nothing that was able to show. No love was showing in his eyes, his tone sounded still and stiff, almost like he didn't mean it like the other times he was able to mask his emptiness and find a to make his emotions sound real. But this was a struggle for him, but he knew how this would end, hearing it time and time again. Watching Y/n still trying to stuggle while panting, but there wasn't anything they could do, soobin had everything thought out when it came to situation like this and any attmepts to escape by flirting or trying to fight their way out. All he could do was look at the person that still somehow made his heart race when he couldn't show it on his face as much as he wanted to so his emotions could be real. “Your wound will real within the following weeks, but moving too fast or trying to do things will cause it to puss and bleed more. I will be downstairs till you need something that I need to do. I will come around and check on the mark, but for now, trying to sleep on your stomach.” Slowly standing up and walking away from teh bed, walking down the stairs while listening to their pa ts, knowing he was going to have to wait till they fell asleep before taking off the handcuffs because he didn't feel like fighting them anymore.

Sitting on the couch, all he could do was huff before leaning his head back, with his eyes slighly closed, listening closer to his surroundings while he could hear the soft movements from the bed. Y/n was still sitting there, looking around and up at the skylight window, hissing before instanly looking back down and being annoyed at the handcuffs, but their mouth was still covered which was making this hard but they tried to stay calm before letting out a loud muffled sound. Which made soobin get up, his hands in his pockets before seeing why. “Oh yeah, thing I got carried away, then again if you scream I'll tie it back.” Walking to the side nad taking his hands back out, he untied the gag from their mouth and tossed it in a corner for dirty things. Watcching as they coughed and tried to catch their breathe before looking over at soobin. Staring at him with a confused look, trying ti put the pirces together along with becoming more aware of the situation, and where they are while he just stared at y/n.

He wanted to show more emotion then is he right now, but knowing how this situation looked and felt, trying to show feeling would make it nearly impossible for him to feel anything and trying to show much of anything. If he was going to do any of that, he needed to get through the storm first, which he knew wasn't going to happen. “Soobin, come on, what is going on here?” Asking with confusion laced in their voice while Soobin pushed his hair back, letting out a soft sigh before putting his hands back in his pockets. “I did tell you my job is something very dangerous and not easy to get into. A Mafia boss isn't really the best job to fall in love with someone. But I know better than admitting that to you at our first meetings, then again, the cafe you work at is under my protection and some of my funding but unless you became a manger, you wouldn't get to know that. "He could see the pieces coming together inside of their mind while he finally sat on the bed, resting his feet after standing and walking around for a while.

“You're a very curious cat y/n, but then again I can't be too mad at you when I do make it hard to not want to dive in too deep into the things I've done with some reactions from certain people you see me talking to when I don't see you coming or on the phone.” Trailing off, he kept his hands in his pocket, changing the way he was standing only to look at y/n in the eyes a slightly smile before walking closer. He could see the flinching and confusion in their eyes and in their body language. The tense and curled up position while Soobin just stood at the side of the bed, his hands never moved but his upper body had leaned in closer, seeing them get closer to the wall at the far corner being scared of their reaction or what they could do afterwards. “This will be a very… interesting time for what I can see. Enjoy it.”

“Wine is more dangerous then alcohol they say, it gets you intoxicated faster then beer would. My little wine glass, do you realize just how drunk you get me so quickly like this?” SOobin teased, moving his two long slender fingers slowly but sharply inside of y/n’s warm hole. Watching them tightly hold onto his office desk with their legs struggling to stand straight or stay still on their own without any help. Y/n’s hair almost covering their face completely just to show the mess while the office was filled of their whimpers. Trying to stay quiet and catch their breathe whist listening to the words coming from behind them. Soobin still sitting in the chair while looking out teh black tinted window with a wine glass barely filled with his favorite wine ever. There was nothing more that soobin wanted in this moment. Seeing y/n almost completely naked on his desk with the only things left being their buttoned down shirt laying on the desk to act as a cover and something for them to bite.

Their quiet whimpers soon turned into loud moans and gasp once Soobin started to pick up the pace with his fingers, taking one last sip of his wine before standing up, his fingers still moving and stretching the space they were in before quickly pulling them out, bringing his fingers close to his mouth to lick them clean. He could see the body under him just shaking already which seem to have brought a smirk to his face while titling his head to the side. “SHaking from my fingers already? You last 15 minutes with just my fingers and you already might just bust?” Taunting before flipping his lover over, looking at how fast their chest was rising and falling trying to catch whatever air was able to go in and out of their lungs, his dick stadning tall and looking like it was trying to bounce even but his arms were alos starting to shake. After all trying to hold onto a desk is somehting but trying to get prepared for the things that are about to come is another. “Kneel. And suck, maybe then I’ll give you the things you’ve been begging me so much for within the past hour.” Raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner, he watched y/n slide off the desk onto their knees in front of him.

Unbuckling the belt and pulling down his pants just to see a very excited dick showing up and finally free from the restraints of his pants, feeling the cold air only to then be met with a wet and warm cavern of his lovers mouth, meeting the wet slippery tongue swirling around it with their head bobbing back and forth, letting out gagging sounds with closed eyes. Soobin could feel their hands holding onto his thighs to keep themselves stable while feeling the a large hand running through their hair only to grab a handful of it. Soobin leaned his head back and let out a string of pleased groans, looking down with his head tilted to the side with his eyes closed. His door wasn’t locked and he knew his actions were on display so if someone wanted to come in for whatever reason, which some do a lot without knocking which is a stupid thing to do, they will walk in on this and be sent away or there will be consequences later but right now he wasn’t thinking of that. His eyes moved down to look at the sight below him. He could see the drool falling down their chin onto the carpet, their desperate muffled moans with gags following while their pace changed from quick to slow before being forced to stay still. Feeling something salty on their tongue before being pulled away.

Their eyes opening and their tongue hanging out with more fast pants and a pleading look. Something soobin always knew he would enjoy but being able to actually see it ewas different and it was something that was going to drive him crazy and there was nothing anyone could do to even replace this sight. Their messy hair that was sticking to their head, the mess in their mouth even after they swallowed and just the begging look. He didn’t know which one he wanted frist, to pound them on the tinted window knowing no one would be able to see, hopefully, or having them bounce till they no longer could and just fall asleep on them later. Both sounded amazing and it made him twitch while he licked his lips. He pulled y/n up and pinned them against the window, their hands resting against the glass with their legs spread by soobin’s knee while feeling his hands rub their sides before smacking their eyes, enjoying the surprised yelp and the jiggle before teasing their stretched empty entrance with the tip. Using one hand to hold their sides and hte other to guide him inside, finally pushing it in, he bit his lip and listened to the loud moans as he added more till he was fully in. Closing his eyes and letting out a relaxed sigh.

Keeping one hand on their side and the other one grabbing a fist full of hair, tugging hteir head back as he started to qucikly move his hips. Hearing the loud sound of skin slapping with the music of his lovers loud moans, cries of pleasure and those melting whimpers while their eyes would stay closed or would open to only roll to the back their head. Their mouth staying wide open no matter how hard they tried to keep it closed. Anyone walking by would be able to hear the loud moans and begs before most likely running to not have to hear sounds they weren’t supposed to hear in the first place. Knowing their boss is possessive and only wants to hear the sounds for himself. Their legs were almost shaking from the force coming nonstop behind them. The angel was changing it seemed like but their prostate was being abused in a way that made it impossible to stay even remotely quiet no matter how hard anyone tried. It was like jumping on clouds or getting the best stretch ever. Feeling their skin stick together because of the sweat, feeling the movements before feeling the wet kisses on their shoulder. Licking it and soon biting it, knowing this will leave visible marks all over him no matter anyone else tried to cover.

“You’re my little wine glass, aren’t you? I’m the wine that you can’t get enough of once you taste it. Look at you drooling on my window, you can’t even get a word out to me just to tell me if you want something now can you?” He deeply said in their ear, he could feel the squeezing, the shaking even from trying to hold in their release. “Please…Please please please! Fucking god please!” The broken cries were enough to even make him release. Hearing the gasp and mewls, pulling them away from the window to even see the stain left on window. The sweat and juice stains made him grin while panting. Holding their limp lover in their arms while their legs shook, eyes still tightly closed with sweat covering their body. He just wanted one more, one more but he could tell if he did they were going to pass out in his arms. Which is what he wanted. So he laid them on the desk, their back on their shirt and watched their eyes flutter open when they felt something push back inside of them once again. Trying to rest their body on their elbows while their legs were wrapped around Soobin’s exposed waist, the only thing still on him was his white unbuttoned shirt ot show everyhting bare. “Two glasses are never enough. I need three, then you can pass out from the intooxciating feeling.”

He held their hips tightly in his big hands before picking up the pace, listening to the broken moans and leaning down. Kissing and sucking on their neck and chest, alliwng him to fully feel the shaking and hearing the cries of pleasure while tears streamed down y/n’s face. Knowing their chest was going to be covered in markings and nothing more and even hand prints. Y/n’s upper arms had wrapped around soobin’s shoulders and gripping the shirt with their tounge still hanging out while their vision started to blacken but they were getting closer and closer. With a weak whisper, all they could let out was a faint “Soobin…” Before the two had realsed one more time. Soobin staying still and watching y/n’s back arch up before laying on the desk, his chest slowing down and their eyes were closed. They were asleep, soobin slowly pulled out and stood up. Looking down at his artwork and smiling even at it. He kneeled down to grab his phone to take yet another picture, he ahd thousands of tehm from moments he wanted to remember. ANd this was one of them. Tossing the phone on his chair he walked to his bathroom and grabbed a twoel. Cleaning himself since all he had was his work clothes and quickly got himself dressed. Walking back over to y/n, he was careful when cleaning his inner thighs and behind. Being as gentle as he could while making sure everything was clean.

Wiping the sweat off their body and drying them carefully, he held them close while slowly getting their clothes back on, making sure it all looked right before setting on the couch to the far left, wiping down the sweat and setting everything back up, cleaning off the window as well before picking up y/n and sitting back in his office chair where he continued to get the rest of his work done throughout the day, He had a smile on his face that no one was able to see outside of this office.

[minho-hoho]

Shush

☾ GENRE ➝ yandere, mafia

☾ PAIRING ➝ yan!mafioso!yeonjun × gn!reader

☾ WARNING ➝ yandere themes, mafia related themes, violence, blood, murder, etc...

☾ REQUESTED ➝ no

☾ WC ➝ 0.8k

☾ NOTE ➝ uhh i actually wrote this and a quite lengthy taehyun one shot but it got deleted so sksksks i just lost hope and stopped coming to tumblr for a while srryyy

MASTERLIST

you were shaking under the covers of your bed, as if the almost constant state of fear you were living in wasn't enough, yeonjun had to do his business in your house. the screams and threats were freezing your blood, you were terrified that anyone would get hurt, and that you, would get killed because of what you considered yeonjun's reckless behaviour. for someone who claimed to only want the best for you, and only acted with your best interest in mind, he sure was being dangerous towards your safety. the only thing you could do was wait patiently, praying that whatever thing he was doing, was ending soon.

you heard a scream of intense pain followed by a loud thud. the voice didn't belong to yeonjun, but you didn't know if that reassured you any better. did he kill someone in your house? you wanted to get up and check up on him, and what happened, but the thought of the possibility of seeing a dead body laying on your living room's floor was frightening.

you carefully tiptoed to your bedroom's door, and tried to listen to any sounds that might come out of the living room. for a few seconds, only a dead silence fell on your ears. the silence stopped as a string of curses left yeonjun's mouth.

quietly, you slightly opened the door, enough for your voice to be heard.

“yeonjun..?” you called out his name, your voice quivering a little.

his eyes immediately darted your way, looking at your figure peeking through the door. not knowing what to say, he stared you, his dark gaze piercing your skull.

“what happened, is everything okay?” you asked, a bit reluctant, not being able to decipher his emotions.

yeonjun sighed, looking at the corpse laying next to his foot.

“this is what happens when you decide to go outside and disobey.” he walked towards your door.

it was true, you went outside and went out with some friends when you were forbidden to do so, as yeonjun was scared that the wrong people would get you and him, and hurt you. you regretted ever going out with someone heavily involved in the mafia world, in every step you took, you were reminded of the risk that and of the chances that you'd get harmed by anyone in the opposing mafia to yeonjun's. and on top of that, you added his obsessive and overly protective behaviour towards you, you deeply regretted ever agreeing to go out with him, your mental not being able to take any of yeonjun any more.

but even if what you did was objectively dangerous and stupid, did that mean that he had to kill someone? at this point, you didn't know whether he did it to protect you, because of his borderline psychotic and obsessive behaviour or because he simply enjoyed witnessing the death of over human beings.

“because of what you did, people now know about you, and i need to kill even more people for you.” he was now in front of you, towering over you, maintaining a chilling eye contact with you.

“no matter how much i warned you, you still went against my directions. do i need to threaten you? to show you the corpses of the people i've killed? because i can, and i will if that's what you need.” shivers ran through your body, you knew that by working in a mafia he had to do some shady stuff that potentially involved ending some people's lives. but you never thought he'd kill some people because of you. especially if it could have been avoided.

a wave of guilt washed over you as you felt at fault for the death of many. your shoulders dropped, and tears started to well up in your eyes. yeonjun's eyes were piercing through you in the silence. you looked down to your feet, remorse still eating you, you took a shaky breath before muttering low excuses, your voice unstable.

unbeknownst to you, yeonjun was smirking. his efforts were paying off, he had successfully manipulated you into feeling culpability for things you didn't even control. he was now sure you'd never leave his side, which was his ultimate goal, it was all he dreamt of.

he sighed, before taking you in his arms, startling you a little. “it's okay, just, don't do it again, okay? let's not spill more blood than needed. be careful, and as long as you follow my orders to the letter, you'll be safe and happy.” his shirt was now wet by your tears, you nodded, determined to not make any more mistakes.

yeonjun grinned, he kissed the top of your head. you sobbed in his chest, as he softly rubbed your back, trying to comfort you back into a happier state.

he finally achieved his most important mission, and he was more than overjoyed inside.

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[gyupinkys]

Use you

Hoshi x reader ft. txt

Soonyoung doesn't play around when it comes to his girl. Despite you being able to fend for yourself, he can't help but worry when you turn up missing. You on the other hand, you're having the time of your life putting a bratty Soobin and his friends in their place.

WARNINGS: MURDER, GORE, TORTURE, guns, knives, switch reader, dom hoshi, impact play, degradation, masturbation, some mxm, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex, voyerism, exhobitionism, mommy and daddy kink bondage, and more. I kinda went a little ham.

WC-2.8K

Hoshi’s knuckles are really starting to hurt. He’s not the muscle man so why is he the one torturing this man for information? 

“Where is she?”

“You’re never getting your bitch back.” the man tied to the chair says with a bloody smile. 

Soonyoung likes to think he’s a calm man. He always tries to keep his head steady, he tries to think things through, but right now all he can see is red. This fucking low life thinks he can disrespect you and it’s wont become an issue?

“That bitch huh?” Hoshi says with a smile; turning around to pick up his favorite, sharpest knife. You gifted this to him two years ago after you stabbed him in the leg for flirting with a girl at the club. The knife is beautiful, matte black blade with gold detailing and across the handle is his name engraved. You were so excited to give it to him only to see a girl's hand on his chest and his hands on her hips. You knew he was trying to rile you up, make you take him to the nearest bathroom and fuck him like he’s yours, but little did he know he had another thing coming. You and Hoshi have an open relationship, you both know you wouldnt work well tied down. Hoshi don’t mind you being with other people, frankly he think it’s kind of hot knowing you fuck other people but at the end of the day your his and you’ll do anything for him.  God, just remebering that night is making him hard but he needs to focus on the fucker who has the nerve to take you from him. 

Hoshi runs the knife across the cheeks, carving a smile into his face. “You know I've always wanted to do this to someone, joker style.” The man groans in pain and spits blood onto Hoshi's face. Without hesitation hoshi cuts the man's pointer finger clean off, making him scream.  

“You have nine more opportunities to tell me where she is.”

“Last I saw her she was gagging on my cock.”

“OK. You’re done.”

He shoves his knife straight into the mans throat making him gag and choke on his own blood.

“Gag on that bitch.”

Hoshi leaves the room frustrated. None of these guys give up any information and it’s already been two days since you were taken.

“Hosh, if you keep killing them you won’t get any information.” Jun sighs from outside. 

 “He doesn't know shit he’s just tryna piss me off.”

“Take a breath man, you know she can fend for herself.”

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“You know I can see why Karina won’t fuck you, you punch like a bitch.” you say as you spit blood out of your mouth. That's a complete lie, well not the Seulgi part but he absolutely does not punch like a bitch. Your head is throbbing after only one punch.

“Shut it Y/N, I really don’t want to hurt you.” Yeonjun spits.

“What is your goal here? All you're gonna do is piss off everyone and Hoshi will make sure to kill you.”

“You know how much respect I’ll get for being the one to take one of SVT’s girls? Make her mine? That's the biggest slap in the face to any man.” 

“You're so cute Soobin, but that’s not happening. You got the right idea, but the wrong bitch.”

“And what’s little old you gonna do?” he says with a smile.

“You really don’t know who you're messing with.”

“I’m so scared," he said sarcastically and turned to leave the room. Before the door closed you hear him sadly say to someone outside “Yeonjun, do i really punch like a girl?” 

This makes you chuckle to yourself. You feel bad for the poor kid. He’s trying to make a name for himself but this isn't the right way to do it.  Slipping your hands out of the poorly tied ropes you stand up and stretch your legs. These guys are clearly new to the game, they only tied your arms together which is a rookie mistake. They also didnt search you which is even more of a mistake.  You don’t think they’re stupid enough to leave the door unlocked, but you try it anyway and low and behold it's unlocked.You pick up a gun from the tool table and sigh feeling even more sorry for them, this is very pathetic. 

You walk outside to see this is an empty warehouse. You’d think they’d have someone guarding the door but you walk right out. You hear commotion coming from a side room and you peek inside seeing five guys arguing over a game. You decide to mess with them, walking in and taking a seat next to Soobin.

“What are we playing?”

They all look at you with wide eyes. “Beomgyu! I thought you said you tied her up!”

“I did, I don't know how she got out.” 

“Guys, you really need to figure your shit out.” you sigh.

“Why are you all sitting there go get her!”

Beomgyu jumps up and tries to grab you but you hit him across the face with your gun making everyone stop. They all put their hands up and you tell them sit down. 

“Guys, I really don’t want to kill you ok! You seem like nice dudes but this is not the way to make a name for yourselves. You can’t be a puppy and try to attack an elephant or some shit. Start small.” 

“I told you we shouldn't do this.” the blue haired one says.

“Taehyun this is not the time for “I told you so” “

“Can you not tell them it was us, I really don’t want to die.” the tall black haired one whimpers.

“Aren’t you so cute, what's your name?”

“Kai”

“Kai, I can’t let you guys go without punishment.” you pout.

“Pleaseeee” he says giving you a finger heart.

“God, you guys are so cute.” you say with a smile. 

“Stop calling us cute. I don’t know why we're even listening to you, bitch.”

“Soobin. Do you know that I kill people for a living?” you say as you approach him.

“So trust me when I say I’m not scared of five little boys who think they have the balls to be in the mafia.”

“I think you’re underestimating us,” he says as he looks down on you.

“Do your best, love.”

He goes to throw a punch at you which you quickly dodge and grab his wrist, twisting it until it snaps.

“Oooh thats gotta hurt.” you mock in false sympathy as he drops to floor clutching his hand.

“I’m sorry baby, here let me fix it for you.” you grab his wrist and pull it, making him whine in pain. “Are you going to behave Soobin?” 

“Yes, yes please just fix it” he whimpers.

You snap his wrist back in place making it instantly stop hurting, hearing him sigh out a breath of relief. “Go sit back down and shut up.” He stands up and sits on the couch, furthest away from you.

“Kai, sweetie, come here.”

He sheepishly stands up and walks over to you with his head hanging. You put your hand on his chin and raise his head to make him look you in the eye. 

“Give me your phone kai.”

“You promise not to get us killed?” he pouts.

“Yes, sweetie, I pinky promise.”

He gives you his phone and you call Hoshi.

“Babe, I need you to come here. Track the address and come by yourself you won’t need any backup.”

“Y/N what's going on? Why would I come by myself?”

“Soonie, I have everything under control, I promise just come.” 

“Babe-”

“Hoshi, just come here jeez.”

“Ok babe I’ll be there.”

You hand your phone back to Kai and smile at him. “Can you get me some rope, Kai.” you say and drag your fingers up his arm making him blush.

“Kai, don’t.” Taehyun says.

“Go get it for me baby” you say and walk over to Beomgyu grabbing his hair. 

“I’m sorry about this by the way.” you say and softly touch his face making him flinch.  

“I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

“How? I’ll make you feel really good love, I promise.”

Kai comes back with the rope and you tie them up one by one with little complaints. You make sure to be careful with Soobins wrist, not wanting to hurt him more. You tell them to go sit in the corner and be quiet making taehyun stay on the couch. 

“Gyu, why did you want to hurt me?” you say caressing his face.

You see his eyes dilate in real time. “Oh you’re enjoying this?”

“No.”

You straddle him and he groans, his hips bucking up into you. 

“What do you want me to do to you Gyu?”

He groans and you feel him throb under you. “Whatever you want Y/N.” 

“Whatever I want?” you say with a malicious smile.

“Well, I think I’m gonna punish you. Do you think you deserve a punishment?” 

“Yes.”

“I’m glad you agree.” You unbutton his pants and pull his boxers down, pulling him out. He’s much bigger than you anticipated, his dick was almost completely hard and throbbing. You spit directly on his tip and make his moan out, pulling at his restraints. You climb off him and round the couch so you're both facing the boys, draping your hands over his shoulders and beginning to stroke him. The other boys are staring hard at the two of you, all with dents in their pants. Yeonjun is biting his plump lips with furrowed eyebrows and Kai has the cutest blush on his face.

“Gyu, you feel so good in my hands. So big and thick you would stretch me out so nicely.”

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Only good boys get to fuck me baby.” you speed up your pace and tighten your grip making him buck his hips wildly. His moans fill up the warehouse and the other boys start shifting around trying to loosen the ropes.

“Yeonjun come here and rub Gyu for me and if he cums I won't let you cum.”

He groans but gets up and you re-tie his restraints so his hands are in front of his body.

He spits in his hands and strokes Beomgyu watching you walk up to Soobin.

“I don’t think you deserve anything. You’ve been so bad to me soobin.” you say as you rub him through his pants.

“I’m sorry, please, please, please.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.” you say and turn to Taehyun who's looking at you with wide eyes.

“Taehyun come with me.” You sit on the couch and spread your legs. You pull down your pants and pull his face into your clothed core and he starts lapping at you. He rubs his face back and forth into you, his nose bumping your clit.

“Take my panties off honey.”

He pulls your underwear band with his teeth and lets it snap back on your skin. You smile at him and pick up the gun next to you pointing it at his head. 

“Don't play games honey.”

He immediately pulls your panties down and dives in. He sucks and licks, devouring you. You look over to Beomgyu and Yeonjun seeing both staring straight at your pussy; soobin and Kai doing the same.  You run your hands through Beomgyus' hair, stroking his scalp. 

“You wanna cum so bad don’t you?”

“Yes, please let me cum Y/N, I’m so sorry”  

Seeing him look so helpless and pathetic makes you want to get up and fuck him but thats not what this is about. This is a punishment. 

“Yeonjun stop.” They both groan but Yeonjun stops stroking him. 

“I want you to switch. Gyu, you stroke junnie nice and slow for me ok?”

“Ok” he says, taking a deep breath.

You pull Taehyun deeper into you and he sticks his tongue into you, thrusting in and out. 

“Just like that honey, I want you to make me cum just like this.”

He moans into you,the vibration pulling you closer to the edge. You look up straight into Soobins eyes, giving him a smirk. 

“Don’t you just wish you behaved?”

He hangs his head and doesn’t answer you. 

Taehyun sucks hard on your clit and you’re thrown over the edge, moaning loudly making everyone groan. You pull Taehyun’s head back and catch your breath. You call Kai over and push Taehyun to the side. They don’t get to cum. “You three go back and sit by Soobin. Kai, sweety, take a seat for me Ok?”

 “My only good boy hmm?”

“Yes”

“Yes, who?” you say as you unbuckle his belt.

“Yes, mommy.” 

“There we go baby.”

You pull him out and lick a long stripe up his shaft. He whimpers and bucks his hips into your mouth.

“I’m sorry mommy, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s ok sweet boy.” you say and take his whole length in your mouth. Hoshi’s trained you to take his whole cock in one go, since Kai is slightly smaller it’s not an issue for you. You use your hand to rub his dick as you suck on his tip. You keep sucking until he’s whimpering and on the verge of tears.

“Baby?” you hear Hoshi’s voice echo through the warehouse.

“Perfect” you whisper and pull off Kai with a pop.

You walk outside to see a very apprehensive Hoshi looking around. 

“Hi, baby” you smile and give him a sweet smile.

“Why is there blood on your face? I’m gonna kill these motherfuckers.” 

“Soonyoung, calm down. I’m already punishing them come look.”

You pull Hoshi into the room and he see’s five boys all with their hard dicks out looking humiliated. 

“So you’re the punks that took my girl?”

They all hang their heads in shame. 

“What a pathetic scene.” he says as he walks further into the room.

“Baby, you should've just killed them, because if you don’t I will.”

“Soonie dont kill them. They're just trying to make a name for themselves.”

“They're not doing shit, especially not using my girl.”

“We already used your girl. Quite the slut you’ve got on your hands.” Soobin says with a smile.

You immediately run in front of Hoshi, knowing he was two seconds from killing Soobin. 

“He’s just a kid babe, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Why are you defending him?”

“I feel sorry for him.”

He gives you a dark look.

“Y/N, get on your knees.”

You immediately listen and drop to your knees looking up at him. He looks at Soobin, “I’ll show you how to really use a slut like her.”

You unzip his pants and pull out his cock spitting in your hand. Hoshi likes it beyond messy, he likes to see tears run down your face while you’re struggling to breathe. He pushes you all the way down his shaft, your nose on his pelvis. He starts to fuck your throat like he would your pussy. Your throat burns and you can’t breathe,your eyes start to flutter. He pulls out and slaps you, pulling your hair. 

“You can’t go two days without some dick? You resort to playing with punks like this”

“I’m sorry daddy. Maybe if you found me sooner I wouldn’t need to” you say with a smile. 

The five boys' eyes widen at you calling him daddy. Big bad dom Y/N is suddenly calling Hoshi daddy?

You’ve really riled Hoshi up now, he pulls you up and throws you over the couch so you're facing the boys.

“Watch real good, I’ll show you how to put those pathetic dicks to use.” he says as he slides in, not giving you time to adjust as he starts ruthlessly thrusting into you. He gathers your hair into his hands and pulls your head up so you have to look at all the boys. 

“Tell them how it feels baby.”

“It feels so good daddy, don’t stop.”

His thrust somehow deepens and gets harder, your whole body shaking. 

“Daddy, can I cum?”

“No, you don’t deserve it baby. You barely deserve me fucking you.”

“Daddy, please I need it so bad.”

“No.”

He puts your leg up on the couch and thrust impossibly deep, hitting your g spot everytime making you groan.

“Shit this pussy is always so nice and tight. I bet you wish you could feel, huh Soobin?” hoshi taunts.

“Fuck you” Soobin spits making hoshi laugh.

He feels you squeezing the life out of him, a clear sign you're about to cum. “Don’t you think about it baby.” he says, making you groan as he pulls out. He pushes you to your knees and cums on your face with  a groan. 

You look up at him with his cum covering your face and smiles. “So pretty like this, baby.” making you smile along with him.

He pulls his pants up and walks over to the boys bending down to Soobin. “Don’t think about trying some shit like this again. I’m not as nice as my dear Y/n, I’ll fucking kill your bitchass.”

“Let's go baby.”

[yumiyue07]

Through Fire and Blood

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

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H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

Trigger warning: swearing ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

The warehouse echoed with an unsettling emptiness as you were roughly shoved inside. This time, it was another man—not Jun Ho—who brought you here. The familiar interrogation room chair awaited, opposite the boss's empty chair. The two men were still hanging there, the puddle of blood beneath them having grown larger. Their bodies were a gruesome reminder of what happened to those who crossed the boss. Fortunately, you didn't have to endure the sight for long before being pushed into the chair.

To your surprise, Jun Ho— whose gang name you had learned was Python—had suddenly positioned himself next to you. You had overheard one of the men addressing him by that name earlier. You looked at him, surprised since you hadn’t seen him in the hall before. He didn’t even spare you a glance, his eyes fixed on the empty chair before you.

"Boss Cobra will be here soon," one of the guards announced, breaking the heavy silence.

"Cobra it is," you thought, a realization dawning on you. That name sounded familiar. You must have overheard it while waiting in H/N's office during his meetings.

Your heart raced as you contemplated what was to come. Would H/N be able to find you? Would he confront Cobra? The fear of what awaited you under that man’s rule twisted in your stomach. You turned slightly to Jun Ho, studying him, trying to gauge whether he was an ally or just another pawn in this deadly game. But his expression remained unreadable, a mask of stoicism that left you with more questions than answers.

A moment later, a figure strode into the room, radiating an aura of power and menace. Cobra. He entered the hall, clad in an immaculate white suit, walking with the confidence of a man who believed he owned everything—and everyone—in the room. He was flanked by two men who appeared to be his bodyguards, their expressions mirroring their leader's – emotionless and deadly.

His gaze locked onto you immediately, a twisted smile spreading across his face. It wasn’t the kind of smile that offered comfort or warmth. It was the practiced charm of a predator, pretending familiarity, that made your skin crawl.

"It's so good to see you, my wildcat," he purred, his voice smooth but carrying the underlying threat of a snake ready to strike. His words oozed with false affection as if he were greeting an old lover. The tone made you want to retch, the nickname he used now feeling like a brand, a reminder of your imprisonment.

"Did you miss me?" Cobra leaned in, the faint scent of expensive cologne doing little to mask the suffocating malice that clung to him. His voice was low and almost seductive, but it dripped with manipulation. You instinctively recoiled, but his lips brushed the top of your head—a grotesque imitation of intimacy. His finger traced the curve of your cheek, lingering too long. You shuddered under his touch, every nerve in your body screaming to pull away, but you forced yourself to stay still.

A flicker of movement from Jun Ho caught your eye. His normally stoic demeanor faltered for a brief second. His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened with something far more personal than simple professionalism. His stance grew rigid, and the tension radiating off him was palpable. It wasn’t just Cobra’s theatrics getting to him—it was Cobra touching you.

Jealousy simmered beneath the surface of Jun Ho’s calm exterior. Seeing Cobra treat you like something he owned, like a plaything, was more than he could bear. His protective instinct had become harder to suppress ever since you were brought into this nightmare. Each time Cobra got close, Jun Ho felt an almost primal need to shield you from the man’s poisonous grasp.

He wanted to intervene, to pull you away from Cobra’s suffocating presence, but he was bound by his position, and it burned him alive inside.

"So, our little game is about to end, wouldn't you say?" Cobra settled into the chair opposite you, his voice dripping with arrogance.

You looked at him, puzzled. "What game?"

His grin widened, exuding an air of superiority that made you want to slap it off his face. "Well, your fiancé's death game, of course. We lured him here on our terms. He has until midnight to show up, or you..." His voice trailed off, but the unspoken threat hung heavy in the air. "Or you’ll die." He said it so nonchalantly as if human lives meant nothing to him.

"Why are you doing this?" you choked out.

Cobra’s grin stretched even wider as he watched the shock and fear flash across your face, feeding his ego.

"You see, sweetheart," he continued, his tone almost casual, "there are rules in this world, and your little fiancé decided he didn’t want to play by them. So now, he’s learning the hard way. How stupid of him to mess with me." His eyes sparkled with cruel delight. He crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap, his arrogance radiating from him like heat.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice, but the anger bubbling up inside you refused to be silenced. "You think you can control everything with your twisted games? He’ll come for me, and when he does—"

Cobra cut you off with a laugh, a cold, hollow sound that echoed in the room. "Oh, he’ll come. I’m counting on it. But what do you think will happen when he does?" He leaned forward, his gaze locking onto yours with a predatory glint. "This is my territory. He walks in, he walks into his grave. This, my dear, is the lesson he’ll learn: what it means to lose everything he loves." Cobra’s voice turned low, each word more venomous than the last. "And if he doesn’t show? Well, you won’t be around to see his regret."

You felt your hands trembling, a mix of fear and fury flooding your senses. But you wouldn’t give Cobra the satisfaction of seeing you break. "You’re underestimating him," you said, your voice steadying despite the fear clawing at you. "You won’t win."

Cobra chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. "We’ll see, darling. We’ll see."

"Boss, five minutes to midnight," one of the bodyguards said, breaking the tense silence.

"Please, H/N, don’t come. This is a trap," you silently pleaded, your heart racing.

"You see, I'm not going to kill you," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "That would be such a waste. Instead, I give you the honor of becoming my bride." He smiled as if he were offering you the world on a silver platter. "You’ll still be the wife of the most feared boss. The only difference is, I'll be the man at your side. The only true boss, as it should be, after eliminating that filthy trash,

H/N." His eyes sparkled with twisted delight as if he had just delivered the most romantic proposal. But to you, it was pure madness.

You stared at him in disbelief, unable to fathom the depths of his delusion. Had he just listened to himself? Did he really think he could erase your love for H/N with a title and power? As if your bond with H/N was just about status or influence. Your stomach churned with revulsion as you realized how little Cobra understood about love, loyalty, or even basic human emotion. His idea of a relationship was a twisted power play, devoid of anything real.

"I’d rather die than be with you," you spat, your voice trembling with fury and defiance. "H/N is the only one for me, and it has nothing to do with his power or wealth."

At your words, Jun Ho shifted beside you. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His reaction was almost imperceptible, but you noticed it, the way your declaration of loyalty to H/N stoked something deep inside him. Cobra, on the other hand, had no such restraint. His smile evaporated, replaced by a snarl of pure rage.

"How dare you, you bitch!" he roared, his voice a thunderclap that echoed through the hall. "I'll teach you some manners. Like it or not, you're going to be mine."

He glanced at his watch, a cruel grin stretching across his face. "Just one more minute." His voice dropped, oozing with mockery. "What a pity. Looks like your knight on the white horse won’t be here in time to save you."

But before you could process the weight of his threat, a voice cut through the tense air like a blade. Deep, dark, and filled with unbridled fury.

"That’s where you’re wrong."

Your breath caught in your throat as your head snapped up. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

There, standing in the doorway like an avenging force, was H/N, his silhouette sharp against the faint light filtering into the room. His presence filled the space, dominating it. His eyes locked on Cobra, but there was something more in his gaze when it flicked briefly to you—a silent promise. He had come for you.

"Here I am."

To be continued...

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Finally, there he is! Our hero/prince/avenger...

Stay tuned for part 15!

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Happy Birthday dear Chris/Bang Chan!

Thank you for being such a wonderfully talented, kind, and inspiring person. Wishing you all the love, happiness, and success you deserve. Thank you for existing! Big hug! 💕✨

Love, YumiYue ��

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[ponuchuu]

without trying, fontaine casts as a whole would make a banger mafia au

[yeonjunsbxtch]

BAHAHAHA

Not me re-reading a jungkook x reader x taehyung mafia fanfic I wrote 4 years ago seeing i used Yeonjun as a side character and ALMOST KILLED HIM OFFF ?!?!?!!?

IM SO SORRY YEONJUN

[depressedhouseplant]

Posting Schedule:

For your reference:

Cops & Robbers: Wednesdays. Since this is a work in progress, it might not be every week. My muse is fickle & so is my immune system

Apocalypse AU: Weekends. This also falls under “my muse is fickle” category & it’s tied to JFW, but since I have the least amount of time on weekends you’ll see installments posted then

[ocdhuacheng]

Acceptable modern au nai professions:

1. Customer service/food worker

2. Ecoterrorism,

[liz-allyn]

Hi it’s me how are you doing good I hope so I just read sugar and vice pt 4 and I tell it’s breath taking it’s so good I’m so surprised with the sudden change in the tone of the story I knew that it was a dark story because of violence and the mob au usually contains but I was not expecting it to get sending shivers down your spine as you fear for the life of the mc kind of dark you’ve executed the twist so well I bet none of your readers saw it coming I really love that about your writing and I’m so looking for forward to where this is going to end up taking us Peter in this chapter was terrible terrifying and an idiot to put it mildly but I still have empathy for him (see that’s what makes your writing so fun to read ) I did feel bad when is pts kicked but the aftermath ?the way he dealt with ?it left me disgusted and disappointed and disturbed he was awful to someone he calls the brightest thing in his life and he has no excuse for that none whatsoever it left a very bitter taste in my mouth so much for “protecting” her from monsters he should take it easy with her I know he’s learning but if he wants her to even remotely trust him after that incident he needs to learn fast that’s it for now all my love starlight

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Hi starlight!! I am doing well, I had a nice half week off with fam (but now I’m also really tired and ready for quiet?)

How was your last week?

I’m so glad you’re liking Sugar and Vice! Yes, we do not like mean angry Peter, especially when he’s angry at our Honey, but keep in mind, I’m writing a slightly darker, Peter variation. He’s not the same guy we know from TASM. It’s different from how I wrote peter in my other stuff (he was such a sweetheart in Heat of the Moment 💜).

This Peter is going to be darker, messy, controlling (maybe a little yandere), rageful, and at the very least, morally gray. I want to portray him as at war with himself about how to be better, considering the departure his life has taken from the TASM canon. We want to root for him, but he will disappoint us many times. And Honey as we learn is not a perfect healthy character. I predict her impulses will lead them into a passionate, strangely functional (and toxic) relationship. Don’t think that these characters or their relationship is what anyone should want for themselves! That’s another reason why I don’t recommend anyone read this that isn’t over 18, or is triggered by emotional abuse and toxic relationships— everyone needs to prioritize their mental health first!

I read mob fics and I enjoy them mostly, but sometimes the main character ends up being so sweet that you’d be surprised he’s the leader of a criminal organization, or he’s so evil he’s the devil incarnate. No room for gray areas. So I definitely want to do something different, but also try to write reasons to justify those actions.

I’m not totally sure where this story is going to take me! I’m trying something new where I’m not hyper-focused on how this will end, just writing in a flow. But I am a fan of happy endings, so hopefully it’ll be worth it in the end!

Thank you for your thoughtful message! As always I love hearing from you 💜

[after-midnight-rp]

❞ Will we both go home alive? ❝

― After Midnight ; a place that is rising from the ashes searching for redemption after the world had found its end. This is the place where many survivors do find their spot in hope to find a way back to life — yet life is never going back to how is used to be. Or maybe it is never meant to return to its old ways … creating a new reality within.

Only one question remains that only you can answer: Will you come and join the light? Or bask in the glory of darkness?

Come and join, after midnight.

Welcome to After Midnight RP including: ⟫ facebook based ⟫ 18 + , AU ⟫ smut , gore , post apocalyptic , semi-gang ⟫ semi-lit to literate ⟫ master x slave

↬ The Lore and World ⎰ Races ⎰ Apply 101 ⎰ Rules and Guidelines ⎰ Masterlist ⎰

[unholywriters]

Addicting Taste - Teaser

Summary: Everyone wants power but most of the time, you can get lonely when no one can say no to you. After all if you're in power then what can you do if they hold all the power? Choi Soobin, a powerful man who can easily look innocent and caring to those who don't know a thing about him. Had gotten bored one day and went out to his favorite coffee shop to get his usual coffee and he meets the new boy working. And boy oh boy was this a the start to something beautifully dark.

Tags: Mafia Soobin, male reader, stalking, black mailing, obsessiveness, unprotected sex, possessive Soobin, overstimulation, markings. bl00d, some torture scenes {there might be only one} but this a dark read. Minors do not interact

Au: I was doom scrolling and saw another inspo video with this man right here and told myself to grab my earbuds, turn my tv onto a podcast for more background noise and to play several dark songs to get this right. Golden Trap should be released soon if not by next week whenever I have the time when work isn't an issue along with innocent face, dark fantasy.

"And explain to me why, I should stop before you no longer have a pinkie finger? You don't need tit anyways." The leader spoke, slowly circling around a black metal chair stayed bolted to the floor, making it even harder to try and get out of it and escape from the man holding two pilers in his hand. The man was blindfolded, sweating everywhere while his body was shaking from getting shot in the knee as a warning. The mans dark eyes seem to have no light in them, no signs of life shinning no matter who was there looking into them. There was almost nothing anyone could do to save themselves from it.

"My bag...My bag has what you're asking for!" He cried out, trying to shake his way out of the handcuffs that were harshly digging into his skin. The blindfold was soaked with tears while the man raised his left eyebrow before looking into the dark room, where there were two more men waiting with him. One of them, who was more younger had held the bag in his hands and watched as he watched the sound of footsteps get closer to him. Only seeing the black dress shoes get closer since the leader didn't step much into the light. "Open it."

HIs voice was clear but stern, letting the bag be opened before walking into the light to have a clear look at them. No one could see his face as he held the pictures. But there was this innocent smile on his face. "My my, so you can do your job for once. Was it really this hard to get this clear of photos?" He asked in a teasing tone, keeping one picture in front of the others that was one of his favorites. This man had fallen too far deep into the darker side of love, as if he wasn't already too far deep into the dark side of life, and there was already no getting him out of this no matter what he tried to do, or anyone for that matter.

"Now, for the one part that would be your saving grace." Handing the pictures back to the youngest member, he walked back to the man with the pilers still tightly in his grip. Standing next to the man who was shaking still. "Where does he stay, and choose your words very carefully. I still need you to get these, we all know I don't like repeating myself and my actions again." The other two members that were watching had tried to remain as emotionless as possible. Crossing their arms and trying to give off that siren look in their eyes.

"Hidden meadow apartments... bottom floor...room tucked into the back corner.." He said between broken sobs while seeing a computer light up the face of the hacker, who seemed to be more annoyed then anything but he wasn't annoyed, he just didn't want anyone to see the look on his face as he began typing on his computer. "He's right. He's registered to live there. Do we need to make a call to move him to one of the better rooms till you feel ready to get them, boss." He said, walking over with the computer in hand and showing the mans entire profile.

All the man could do was look at it and the picture of the apartment rooms, it seems that pink was truly his color and there was no changing that. "Get the manger on the phone and call gyu for the wounds. He's not dead just yet." Watching the member nod his head and walk back to the little black station. The leader dropped his pilers and and walked over to a leather black chair while the last member walked in with his wired headphones on with a medical bag, softly swaying his head to the music and kneeled in front of the injured male to tend to his wounds while the leader had the phone up to his ear, waiting for the ring to be answered.

"Yes is this- oh Sun-hye is that you? ... Yes, this is soobin. I'm glad you caught on this fast. Now now don't worry, you won't be hunted and killed, if you do me a favor." He hummed, crossing his legs as he leaned back in the chair while gyu, the medic finished his job and slowly turned around. The captured man was still alive and breathing, but if he were to still be doing any missions he would need help, making it harder to do anything that he would need to do. "Your tenant in building 5, bottom floor in the far right corner. So that's his name now is it? It rolls off the tongue nicely. Oh no, I wouldn't kill him. I'm just wondering if you have any open rooms that he could be moved to, since he's been such a long time and favored one."

"The boss is toying with his pets again." Gyu said, playfully rolling his eyes as he walked over to the other two members since they all rode in the same car. And none of them were allowed to leave unless he was ready to go. The youngest member had held up some pictures since the leader wasn't paying them any attention to what any of them were doing. "Apparently this is who got his attention, you know how hard it was to convince him not to go in and just kidnap the poor guy when all he did was tell the boss to move aside so he could leave the store?" He said, putting the picture back when hearing the chair slightly move, all of them being curious to this while the captured man was hauled away by some masked workers who were to drive him to his next destionation.

"The tone in your voice says it all. Now answer the question. Tell him he's getting a surprised for being the best tenant you've ever had and give him the best open room you have. I can make a temporary move to his old room. The king can't take his queen just yet, I still need time to prepare. I'll be there in a week. Think of this as a way of me forgiving all of your...broken promises from all those years ago. Failure to comply means a nice dirt nap. Good choice, I'll see you soon Hye."

[moirarp]

« 𝘿𝙀𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 » ⇀ 11.29.22

BTS - V BTS - Jungkook TXT - Beomgyu NCT - Doyoung VIVIZ - SinB

[kisskalori]

ivan/russ.a is not король and gs and hws take place in different universes guys when himaruya draw король with blue eyes and darker hair it’s becaude she is a human girl 💓 and has different upbringing and present reality than ivan/russ.a

[yumiyue07]

Through Fire and Blood

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19

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H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

M/N1 = Member 1’s name (choose any member of your bias’ group) M/N2 = Member 2’s name (choose any member of your bias’ group

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The doctor waiting for you, known to everyone as "Saint," was more than just a skilled physician—he was a lifeline to those like H/N who walked the thin line between survival and destruction. He had earned his moniker through his near-miraculous ability to patch up wounds that couldn't see the inside of a hospital, not just because of legal complications but because they lived in the shadows. Saint had always been there when H/N or his men needed saving, his expertise a vital part of their survival.

"Quickly, over here," he urged, his voice steady and commanding. Tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp, chiseled features, Saint didn’t exactly fit the stereotype of a back-alley doctor. He had once joked with H/N about becoming a model, and with his intense eyes and striking face, he easily could’ve been. H/N, half-serious, had asked him once, "Ever think of giving this all up and living the good life? Maybe on the cover of a magazine instead of covered in blood?"

"Nah, I'd rather save lives than smile for a camera. Somebody’s gotta keep you alive," Saint had replied dryly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The two had a unique bond, built on trust and a shared understanding of the risks they both took in their respective roles.

M/N1 and M/N2 helped H/N inside, where Saint had already set up his impromptu operating area. The room was well-lit and organized, equipped with everything needed to handle emergencies like this. The doctor’s calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos you had just escaped.

"Lay him here," he instructed, pointing to a makeshift bed. Saint worked quickly, his hands moving with an efficiency that spoke of years spent saving lives on the fringes of society. The bright overhead light cast harsh shadows across the room, highlighting the gravity of H/N’s condition. Your grip on H/N's hand tightened as you kept the pressure on his wound, feeling the warmth of his blood seep through the cloth.

"You don’t need to be here for this," Saint said quietly as he prepared his tools. "But I can see there’s no point in arguing with you."

You hesitated, not wanting to leave H/N's side as you had promised. Saint looked at you, his expression softening slightly. "All right, but if you throw up, I'll kick you out on the spot."

You managed a weak smile despite the tension. "I’m not going anywhere. I got this."

Saint gave a slight nod, his attention already back on H/N. "Good. Then keep talking to him. Keep him grounded."

You leaned closer to H/N, brushing his damp hair away from his forehead. His breathing was shallow, and his skin was clammy beneath your fingers. "I’m right here," you whispered softly. "You’re not alone."

H/N’s lips twitched into a faint smile. "I’m glad… because I don’t think Saint’s much of a talker," he rasped, his voice weak but laced with a hint of his usual humor.

Saint snorted softly, not looking up from his work. "You’re right about that," he muttered, carefully cleaning the wound. "But if you want to keep making jokes, that’s a good sign."

"Guess you’re stuck with me again," H/N added weakly.

Saint shook his head, his expression serious but gentle. "Stay with us, H/N. You’re going to be fine," he replied, focusing on the wound.

A knot of fear loosened slightly in your chest at Saint’s words. Despite the gravity of the situation, there was hope. You leaned in closer, your voice trembling with a mix of relief and emotion. "You hear that? You’re going to be just fine. We’re going to get through this."

H/N’s eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a mixture of exhaustion and affection. "As long as you’re with me, I’ll always be fine," he murmured, his grip on your hand tightening for a brief moment.

Saint glanced up briefly, his expression softening for the first time since you'd arrived. "He’s tougher than he looks. Just don’t let go of him," he said quietly.

You nodded, your heart swelling with both fear and love. "Never," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to H/N’s forehead as Saint continued his work, determined to save the man you couldn’t imagine living without.

You held H/N’s hand, squeezing it tightly as Saint worked. His movements were swift and precise, each gesture a testament to his years of experience patching up those who lived dangerous lives. Every second felt like an eternity to you, but Saint's calm confidence offered a thread of reassurance. He cleaned the wound carefully, stitching it up with a practiced hand, his voice steady as he spoke.

"Just keep holding his hand," Saint said, his tone measured and controlled, designed to keep you focused and hopeful. "He’s a tough one, Y/N. This isn’t the first time I’ve patched him up, and I guess it won’t be the last."

"Will he be okay?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with worry.

Saint looked up from his work, his eyes meeting yours with a reassuring gaze. "He’ll be fine," he said, his voice calm. "The puncture missed any major organs. He’ll need rest and time to recover, but he’ll be back to his old self soon enough. Let him stay here tonight, and if he’s stable enough by tomorrow, I’ll clear him to go home. I’ll continue his treatment there."

He paused for a moment, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Y/N, you can stay with him tonight, of course. Otherwise, he’ll probably rip my head off the second he wakes up."

A soft smile broke through your tension, a light in the midst of your exhaustion. "Thank you, Saint. I don’t know what we’d do without you."

Saint nodded, his expression shifting back to its usual seriousness. "Just doing my job. But make sure he rests—he’s been through hell, even if he won’t admit it."

Relief flooded through you as you leaned down to press a gentle kiss on H/N’s forehead. "You hear that?" you whispered, your lips brushing his skin. "You’re going to be okay." You knew the anesthesia had already pulled him into unconsciousness, but the words were for you, too—an affirmation.

Saint finished wrapping the last bandage with practiced care, stepping back to wipe his hands on a towel. "Keep a close watch on him, and if anything feels off, you let me know immediately."

You nodded, your eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Saint. We owe you."

"Now, let me quickly take care of your wound," he said, his voice filled with concern.

You had already forgotten about the wound Cobra had inflicted on your face with the knife. He assessed the injury carefully, his movements gentle and precise. After finishing, he said, "There won't be a scar. You don't need to worry about it. I'll give you an ointment to help the healing process. It's the same one you can use for H/N's wounds."

"Thanks again, Saint," you replied.

He gave you a rare, softened smile, his usual stoicism giving way for just a moment. "Take care of each other," he said gently, before turning to leave you alone with H/N.

Saint had left to update M/N1 and M/N2 about H/N’s condition, and it wasn’t long before they quietly entered the room. The tension from earlier had eased, but their expressions still held traces of concern.

"We’re so relieved that H/N is going to be alright," M/N1 said, his hand resting on your shoulder with a comforting grip.

M/N2 smiled warmly, his voice filled with sincerity. "And we’re really glad to have you back safe with us. It wasn’t the same, or should I say he wasn’t the same without you."

You smiled, feeling a wave of warmth at their words. "I’m happy to be back too. There were moments I didn’t think I’d ever see you all again." Your voice cracked slightly as you continued, "But thanks to all of you, I’m here, safe and sound."

M/N1’s expression grew serious as he bowed his head slightly, followed by M/N2. "We’re sorry you had to go through that. This won’t happen ever again."

"No need to apologize," you replied, your eyes welling up with emotion. "The important thing is that we all made it out, especially H/N." You glanced down at him, his still form reminding you how close the danger had come.

M/N2 nodded, his voice light with reassurance. "He’ll be his old self in no time. You’ll see."

M/N1 cleared his throat, drawing your attention back. "Y/N, we need to leave and handle the aftermath. Police, syndicate issues... you know the drill. But don’t worry. Saint’s got you covered, and we’ll send reinforcements soon. Is there anything you need before we go?"

You shook your head gently, your gaze soft as it rested on H/N. "Thank you, but all I need is right here beside me." Your fingers lightly brushed through his hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest calming you. "Please, go take care of everything. I’ll stay here with H/N. If anything happens, I’ll reach out to Saint."

M/N2 gave you a nod. "Alright. We’re leaving now. See you later."

With a final glance at H/N and a silent agreement between them, M/N1 and M/N2 quietly slipped out, leaving you to watch over the man who meant everything to you.

After M/N1 and M/N2 left, you settled in next to H/N, refusing to let your guard down even though the immediate danger had passed. His breathing had steadied, the deep flush of color gradually returning to his cheeks. With each gentle rise and fall of his chest, you felt a glimmer of hope grow stronger within you.

You absently stroked his hair, your fingers tracing through the strands as if reassuring yourself that he was really there, alive. The rhythm of his heartbeat, though faint, was like a steady anchor keeping you grounded.

Saint came in periodically to check on H/N, moving with the quiet efficiency you had come to expect from him. After one such check, he lingered for a moment longer than usual. "He’s a tough one," Saint said softly, his eyes briefly meeting yours. "But he’ll need you by his side, especially for the next few days."

You nodded, your voice filled with quiet determination. "I’ll be with him. Every step of the way."

Saint gave you a reassuring nod before slipping out once more, leaving you alone with H/N.

The night stretched on, but you didn’t feel the exhaustion that had earlier threatened to overwhelm you. Being here with him, despite everything, brought you a strange sense of peace.

With your hand in his, you sat by his side, watching over him. Even after everything you had endured, as long as you had him, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

To be continued...

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No Cops & Robbers Update This Week Either & Reblog-A-Palooza

Sadly I didn’t finish the chapter this week either. I’m stuck on 1 section & I know once I get unstuck then it’ll basically write itself. Might need to consult my astrologer again 🤔

Also, I’d like to introduce Reblog-A-Palooza. What is that, you ask? Every Wednesday, I kindly request that you reblog one of your favorite posts. It doesn’t have to be a JFW entry. It can be anything I’ve posted. Pick whatever you’re feeling & reblog it. If you want to add comments or hashtags, even better! Share what is currently bringing you joy (or pain or feelings we don’t discuss).

Remember - my DMs & AMA are open, so if there’s something you want to see - let me know! I can’t promise greatness if it’s a ship / group I’m not as familiar with, but I can promise I’ll give it my best.

Check back later for today’s JFW & reblog your current fave. Many thanks in advance. 😘