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Oh babe 🥺🍊

someone get this boy a basket of tangerines

he was feeling himself 🕺

Woah why is this so good already??? Heavy from the start. I love it.

I’m so freaking excited for the next part. Author got me hooked. Love how one can already assume the soft spot in Yoongis heart even though he does not seem to think a lot before he speaks - that man will give me a hard time. 🥹

The Monsters Out There | myg - 001

summary: after running away with your newborn daughter to leave behind the life of sex work you were forced into 3 years ago, you're rescued by an oddly mysterious man named min yoongi who offers you shelter at his home. though it all sounds like a blessing, you begin to think that yoongi may be more dangerous than the monsters you were trying to escape.

pairing: dark!yoongi × f!reader.

warnings: smut, drugs, drug addiction, alcohol, prostitution, strong language, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, gaslighting, possessive/obsessive behavior, yandere, stalking, angst, dubcon, implied noncon, antisocial personality disorder (asp), psychopathy, captivity, 18+, minors dni.

word count: 3.1k

Heavy raindrops pelted your skin as you ran down the empty streets of Seoul, a sobbing newborn wrapped in a dirty towel in your arms. Heaven knows what the towel was covered in. Your bare feet splashed into a puddle of water on the ground.

“Help!” You screamed, hoping someone would hear your cries. “Someone help me!” You spotted an older couple walking with an umbrella over their heads, and approached them, begging for help, but they ignored you and kept on their way. Some folks tend not to get into other people’s business in Korea. That’s how it goes, you never knew what you were getting yourself involved with. As messed up as it sounds, it was usually in your best interest to ignore.

You passed a phone booth, but couldn’t stop to use it given you had no change on you whatsoever. You were screwed in every essence of the word. The sound of hefty footsteps pounded the ground not too far behind you.

‘Oh god…They’re coming!’ Your thoughts were frenzied, and your mind raced like you were on a track field.

You rounded the corner of a tall building, stopping to look for where you’d go next. But face it, there was nowhere to run, nowhere to go. You were completely out of your element. You felt like waving your white flag in surrender at this point. It was freezing due to the rain, you were wearing only a thin nightgown, and you worried for the health of the infant in your arms.

You stared down at the crying baby, both of you soaking wet. She was so tiny, so innocent, so pure. Undeserving to any of the horror that was to come of her life if you didn’t leave. You couldn’t throw up the white flag, not when you had something to lose. You had to keep going. Didn’t matter where you went, you just had to keep going. For her.

Before you even started running again, a hand covered your mouth and pulled you into the dark alleyway beside you. You let out a scream, but it was muffled. You struggled against your captor, their arm strongly wrapped around your waist as your back was pressed to their chest.

“Shhh,” The man whispered in your ear. “I’m trying to help you. Calm down,” His breath reeked of beer and cigarettes. You complied, seeing as you had no other alternative, and calmed yourself down. The sound of footsteps were nearby. The newborn in your arms sobbed loudly, surely bound to give away your hiding spot. “You need to shut that fucking baby up.” The man said in a warning tone.

Your hand quickly covered up her mouth, drowning out her cries to the best of your abilities. It made your heart hurt to have to do so. “I thought I heard crying this way.” A voice sounded next to the alleyway. You immediately recognized it as Hoseok’s voice. “She couldn’t have gone too far, man.” That was Jimin.

“Let’s hope not, or Joon is gonna fuck us up big time.”

“Let’s check this way.”

The two men kept straight, running past the alley. Once the coast was clear, the man removed his hand, and you removed yours from the baby. “Alright, they’re gone. Follow me.” The man said, not giving you room to protest as he pulled you further down the alley by your arm. You didn’t want to go anywhere with him. You didn’t know him, you didn’t trust him. You didn’t trust any man.

The rain had calmed a bit, turning into drizzles.“Fuck, you need to shut that kid up.” The man growled as your child continued to cry. You scowled, but said nothing. What the hell did he expect? She’s literally a newborn baby that’s cold, and has no hospital assistance.

As the two of you made it out of the alley, you were no longer keen on following this man. You didn’t even know where he was taking you. You pulled your arm away from him, and stopped walking. He looked back at you, his facial expression was unreadable in the dead of night.

“Thanks for the help, truly. But I can handle myself from here. If you could just point me in the direction of the closest police–”

“It’s miles from here, you’ll never make it on foot without those guys finding you,” He cut you off. “My place is down the way a bit. I could take you there.” You shook your head, backing away from him. There was no way you were letting this stranger take you to his house.

“I’m not going to your house. I don’t even know you.”

He scoffed. “There’s only so far my generosity can go, sweetheart, and it’s reaching its limit. I heard you screaming for help, so here I am,” He threw his arms out. “You got a damn baby in your arms. Cold, and wet. It’ll die out here if you don’t put aside the fucking pride and just follow me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, contemplating. He did save you, and you were out of options as far as where you’d go. What else could you do? Any longer out here would be your daughter’s death. “O-okay… I’ll go with you.”

“Good girl.” He grabbed your arm again and pulled you along. The two of you walked in silence, minus the mewling baby that he just wouldn’t shut the fuck up about. He’s clearly never been around kids a day in his life

“We’re here.” He said dryly. Your face contorted at the shabby-looking house, surrounded by a gate. It was small, at least as far as the outside goes; it looked like a trap house in every way possible. There were two windows in the front. One at the bottom, one at the top, so there had to be an upstairs– or an attic at least. It sat between two bigger houses, much nicer than this one, but still nothing to brag about. There was untrimmed grass all around, it looked as though it hadn’t been cut in years. You’d damn near believe this shit was abandoned.

You noticed a black car parked beside the house. “Is that your car?” You asked him. “Yeah, it’s fucked right now.” He pushed open the gate, nodding his head for you to go ahead. You went through, walking up the 5 little steps that lead to the front door. There were two doors, actually. You didn’t know which one was the front door.

“It’s this one,” he pointed to the door with the little circular window, pulling his keys out. “The other one is a storage room.”

He opened the door, and you were hit with the harsh smell of cigarettes. He gestured for you to go inside; you sighed, walking in and he followed behind you, closing the door. He switched on the lights and you got a look of the interior more clearly.

In the middle of the living room was a white leather couch, matched with a black sofa chair and a wooden coffee table in the center of the two. On top of the table were a couple of porno magazines and a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. There was a flat screen hanging on the wall, with a tv stand under it. It looked old and rugged. Definitely didn’t coordinate with the other stuff in the living room.

It wasn’t the cleanest down here, but it wasn’t as drastic as you expected it to look from the outside. Though, this was just the downstairs area. There was indeed an upstairs. There were empty beer cans lying around, and from what you saw in the distance in the kitchen area, dirty dishes in the sink. This guy wasn’t a fan of cleaning up after himself. The neat freak in you just wanted to start throwing things away, and cleaning up.

“Not the cleanest, or the best looking place,” he walked past you towards the couch. “But beggars can’t be choosers.” He shrugged, plopping down. He grabbed the pack of Marlboro and pulled a cigarette from it, tossing it back onto the table. He put the cigarette in his mouth, letting it hang between his lips as he searched for a lighter in his jacket pockets.

Once he found it, he lit the cigarette and stuffed the lighter back into his pocket. You watched in silence as he took a long drag like he was smoking stress from his body. He released the smoke, then turned his full attention towards you. Now that you had some light, you could make out this mystery man’s appearance; to your full surprise… he was actually good looking.

He had soft features that definitely didn’t correlate to the way he acted. His eyes were brown, and almost intoxicating if you stared at them long enough. His hair was long, touching just above his shoulders. It was black like a raven and wet from the rain, so it hung in his eyes. He adorned a black leather jacket, with a white shirt underneath it, and two silver chains around his neck. “You gonna stand there and stare at me, or are you gonna sit down?” His nonchalant voice snapped you out of your trance.

“I um… I’m soaked.” You reminded him. He shrugged. “So am I,” He patted the empty spot beside him on the couch. “Sit.” You hesitated for a moment, wanting to sit on the sofa chair instead, but you didn’t want to be rude. You walked over, sitting down next to him. His arm rested behind you on the back of the couch as he continued to stare at you. Studying you. Analyzing you.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You said simply, vaguely uncomfortable with how close he was sitting and how the smoke of his cigarette wafted your senses. “You got a last name?”

“Y/L/N.”

“My name’s Yoongi. Min Yoongi,” you nodded your head, not really knowing what to say, not that it mattered because he did all the talking. “How old are you? You look young.” His eyes raked over you.

“I’m 21.”

His tongue ran over his bottom lip. “Ah, so you are a little tyke,” he chuckled. “I’m 30,” You were shocked. He didn’t look 30. Maybe like 24-26 at the highest, but 9 years older than you? He looked young for his age, not that 30 was old to begin with. “So, little tyke, is that your baby?” He looked down at the now silent infant. You had almost forgotten all about her. She had been crying from the moment you escaped, the silence was relieving. You unwrapped her from the wet towel, checking her pulse to make sure she was asleep and not dead or anything.

Yoongi stood to his feet, leaving upstairs for a tick. When he came back down he had another towel in his hand and handed it to you. You uttered a quiet ‘thank you’, and wrapped her up into the new towel, holding her close as you attempted to keep her warm. You weren’t doing much help given you were wet and cold too.

“So,” he said, getting back in his same position on the couch, invading your space anew. “Is that your baby?” He asked again. You sighed. “Yes.”

“You’re a little young to have a kid.”

You grimaced. You were a little young for a lot of things you went through. “You from Seoul?” He proceeded to interrogate you. “No,”

You were irked by the persistent questions, the closeness, and the cigarette stench. “Can you put that thing out? It’s bad for newborns.” You stated.

He rolled his eyes like he’d heard that before. “The kid’ll be fine,” he disregarded your request, reaching forward to ash his cigarette on one of the porno magazines. “If you’re not from Seoul, what part of Korea are you from?”

“I’m not from any part of Korea. I’m from America.”

He was nonplussed. “Woah, Dorothy, you’re a long way from home,” he snickered at his own Wizard of Oz joke. “What brought you to Korea?”

You didn’t reply, discomfited with his question. When you didn’t answer he began trying to play trivia. “Studying abroad? A new start in a different country? Cultural purposes? Did you run away from home? Did you come for a guy?”

You tensed up at the last two questions, which didn’t go unnoticed by the latter. “I see,” he smirked, taking another hit of his cigarette like he cracked the entire case wide open. “You ran away from home for a guy, huh? Am I right?”

Your lip quivered, but you didn’t answer. “Is that his baby? Did you run away with his kid and he sent his goons after you? I heard them say the name Joon,”

You whimpered upon hearing his name, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Look, I saved your life back there. I don’t know what those guys would’ve done when they got you, but I sure as shit can guess it wouldn’t have been good. The least you could do is tell me what you’re running from.”

Did you want to tell your business to this man? You were unsure of his motives, and honestly his boldness, and the energy radiating off of him made you uneasy. You could tell he wasn’t intent on letting up though, so what choice did you have?

“I was lied to,” you started. “Joon… made me have sex with men for money. I was living with other women in a whorehouse, as some would put it. Once I got pregnant with my daughter I knew I had to get out. After she was born, one of the girls, Jennie… she helped me. There’s no telling what Joon will do to her, if he hasn’t already done it.”

You bit your bottom lip, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. You didn’t want to cry in front of him. You refused to let another man see your vulnerability. He hummed. “So, you’re a runaway prostitute and your pimp sent his men to come look for you,” he recited the story to himself.

You winced at the term ‘pimp’. It was never supposed to be that. You were supposed to be in love. You were in love. “How’d you meet this Joon guy?”

You thought back to how you met Joon, and god, were you embarrassed. You were so embarrassed that it angered you. It angered you how naïve you were. But you were younger back then, and Joon took advantage of your situation in every way he could.

You were about over telling him all of your business and wanted to change the subject. It was your turn to ask the questions. “Okay, so you helped me out. What do you want from me?”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, ashing his cigarette once again. “Why would I want something from you?”

“Because you men are users, and pigs. You always want something,” You spat. “So what is it? You want a blowjob? A handjob? You wanna have sex with me?”

Yoongi sneered, sitting quietly for a moment as he took one last hit of his burnt out cigarette. He smashed the butt of it into the magazine. You anticipated his answer, awaiting whatever sexual favors he was going to ask of you.

“How many men have been in your pussy?” He asked suddenly, the question catching you off guard.

“Excuse m–”

“Do you even know who that kid’s father is for sure? I mean, a lot of men have been inside of you. Your cunt is literally a cum dump,” your eyes widened, heart sinking at the lewd insult. “What I’m getting at is… I wouldn’t fuck you or touch you even if I got paid to, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about me wanting anything from you.” His words cut deep like a knife, and you were sure he was aiming to hurt you. He was looking down on you because you were a prostitute, and you knew he would.

Your chest heaved in anger; you couldn’t help your reflexes as your hand rose and connected with his cheek so hard that his head turned slightly. His hand pushed back his wet locks, and you could see his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as if he didn’t expect the impact.

“Fuck you, asshole!” You stood to your feet, heading for the front door. You didn’t need to take shit from him. He didn’t know you from a can of paint. He didn’t know what you’d been through. You’d take your chances hiking to the police station. “Where’re you gonna go?” He spoke up.

“Anywhere but near you.”

Yoongi snorted. “You think there’s better than me out there?” he challenged. “This is Korea, baby girl, no ones gonna help you. The police aren’t gonna do you any favors either, seeing as your line of work is very frowned upon. In the end, you’re gonna find yourself right back in that sluthouse, giving up pussy. And that little girl of yours? She’s gonna grow up just like her mommy.”

You froze as your hand went for the knob. Your daughter, that was all you cared about. That was your priority. The reason you were here in the first place. The couch creaked as Yoongi got up and walked towards you. “You should be so lucky that I found you out there, but if you want to leave,” he opened the front door for you. “Go ahead. I won’t lose any sleep, sweetheart,”

You stared into the darkness outside. He was right. As much as it pained you to agree with this dick, he was right. You’d never get far out there. Not before Hoseok and Jimin found you. And even if you made it to the police station, what would happen? You were a prostitute. They’d probably arrest you, and take your baby. You’d also be risking all the other girl’s chances at freedom.

You let out a heavy breath, looking down at your feet in shame. “That’s what I thought,” he slammed the door close, making you jump. This man’s lack of sympathy was merciless. He didn’t care about how much of an asshole he was, but you weren’t surprised. If being around Joon and his men taught you anything it was that human beings, especially men, were cruel and uncaring.

That didn’t stifle your fear towards this man though. He seemed like one of those people that only helped so they could hold it over your head forever, and people like that were never good.

Your uneasiness didn’t go unseen as a mocking grin played on his face. “You look scared, little tyke,” Yoongi chuckled, tilting his head. You didn’t respond as you battled with your thoughts. Letting a stranger lead you astray is how you ended up being a prostitute in the first place. “If I were you, I wouldn’t be so scared of me. I’d be more scared of the monsters out there.”

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Oh damn… this might as well be one of the best fics I have ever read…

my kinks are showing

triads and tribulations (m)

+ featuring … jimin x reader x taehyung

+ summary … if your best friend asks you to fuck his boyfriend, who are you to say no?

+ genre … pwp, smut

+ wordcount … 8.4k

+ warnings … rough sex, sub!reader, a lot dirty talk, heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, ‘whore’, etc.), dumbification, breeding kink, impreg kink, use of toys, cumplay, cum swallowing (!!!), spit play, reader gets tied up

When your best friend, Park Jimin, arrives at your doorstep rain-soaked, you’re only half-surprised when he asks you to fuck his boyfriend. Not that he’d ever made the request before (theirs being a monogamous, loving relationship), but Jimin was always doing out of pocket shit. You shouldn’t have been even the half-surprised that you were, to be honest.

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